#I should draw Anderson more

[marmsart]

[from the archives] 1 hr saga painting study i did for fun on a cabin trip this spring

[mal-lay]

I love drawing random stuff

Dw guys it’s scarlet milk not blood. Hoon man spilt some and Cody fell down the stairs and became unconscious.😁👍🏽 (definitely)

[rozahline]

i promise i still draw

[meebssketches]

moving day <3

[ampathy]

Just a little jesser I drew. Love him dearly. I didn’t feel like finishing the sketch so I just slapped some color on it and called it a day.

[expectris-patronum]

I read this (“and still dares me on” by Winblam on ao3) a while ago and it was wonderful, so tried to draw a little scene from chapter 6.

[elstattoo]

Sensual: Abby Anderson x Reader

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MEN DNI, MDNI

Summary: Tribbing with Abby.

WC: 927

Warning: scissoring/tribbing, sub! abby, top! reader, fingering (abby receiving), praise

Author’s Note: This is embarrassingly something I think about and wish more fanfics had. Also she is a moaner top or bottom, receiving or not. Should hopefully have a Chloe Price fic, Vi, and Ellie stuff soon!

Abby could feel her lip almost starting to bleed from how hard she was biting into it. Oh how her patience was low, so very low from the very fact you’re making out with her on some old sofa and rubbing her clit, while the two of you should be out patrolling.

But no, you’re teasing her on this couch for what felt like hours and she can’t take it anymore. Her teeth dug into her lip more, biting back the whine that beckoned to escape her lips.

“Fucking do something, please…” Abby whispered.

“Didn’t hear you, baby,” you teased, hand now on her chin and angling her face towards yours. “Speak up.”

Your tone was assertive and it had her growing even wetter. You smirked, looking down at her cunt. Her wetness seeped out of her, and seeing her grow wetter made your own pussy clench at the sight.

Abby wanted to roll her eyes at your teasing, but she knew that would draw it out so she indulged.

“Please… just put them inside for a little,” Abby whimpered. She craved your fingers. Your fingers dug harshly into her clit before removing them and then smacking it. Abby was startled by the sudden action but quickly relished the feeling. She loved what you did to her, no matter what.

She eagerly raised her hips and rolled them to continue the momentum of your fingers.

“Fucking… please just move them… please…” Abby pleaded.

Her eyes bore into yours, and a smirk made its way across your face, one of satisfaction.

“My good girl…”

She clenched around your fingers at the praise, so you sped them up. Abby’s eyes fluttered shut as her moans gradually got louder.

Her wetness soaked your fingers, your digits curling to hit even deeper. The sound of Abby’s moans filled the room, alongside the wet, squealing of Abby’s pussy as your fingers went in and out.

One second Abby’s in utter bliss feeling your fingers curling inside her wet cunt, then she’s a whining mess as you remove them.

“W-why did you stop?” She panted out, chest rising and falling from the intensity that was then stolen from her.

“Because… You’re going to cum against my pussy,” you remarked.

Abby’s eyes widened, and you easily got up and on top of her. You lifted one of her legs up and then slotted your clit right above hers. Before slowly rocking your hips forward, you were previously soaked from fingering Abby, and she was dripping.

The sensation of your clits pressing right into one another was almost too much. The contact was hot, you rolled your hips against hers over and over. The need for friction was never-ending.

“Goddd… fuck. This is so much better,” Abby said, rocking her own hips into yours for more. She always needed more of you.

The sight of her below you so desperate against you, was so… addicting. Your hand gripped her leg, nails digging into the meaty flesh.

You lightly bit your lip, almost forgetting to speak as you took in the mere sight of your girlfriend. “Yeah, it is, pretty girl.”

How needy Abby is compared to her usual tough demeanor made you all the more wet. How did she come apart for you and how desperate she is? It made your stomach flip.

Both your needy breaths filled the air as you continued grinding your wet, soaking cunt against hers. Abby never wanted this feeling to end nor did you.

“I’m getting close Abby, are you? Huh? My sweet girl,” you muttered peering down at her. Your hips never stopped moving, chasing your orgasm.

Abby could only whine, her hips still slightly moving but the stimulation was all too much for her. You could feel her grab onto your waist, large hands hurriedly pulling you along.

“Yes! Yes!” She sang out, chest heaving, and glistening with sweat. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, and her eyes locked onto yours. “God, I love when you fuck me. I’m so close, please!”

Hearing her beg made you go feral, you allowed her hands to stay on your waist but suddenly sped up your movements.

Squelching sounds filled the room from how wet your cunts are. Abby’s fingernails dug into yours as her eyes rolled back into her skull.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Ohh,” Abby whined, she screamed cumming hard against your pussy. You rolled your hips once more, one hand now grabbing onto the bed sheet while you stabilized your other to hold Abby’s leg up.

You were chasing your orgasm, and suddenly the tightness in your stomach and the sweet low moans from Abby below became too much.

“Oh, Abby!” You bit your lip, analyzing her face as she whined from overstimulated from her intense orgasm. Seeing her so easily fall apart, eyes shut, pretty pink lips glossed over from her saliva, and the way her body clenched was all you needed to finally finish.

Your back arched and your eyes rolled back as you came, still fucking yourself against Abby to ride out your orgasm.

Abby’s eyes opened, watching as you finished. You felt so wet against her cunt and she felt herself get wetter, if possible, knowing she had made you cum.

Breathily you whined out Abby’s name, body halting its movements. You lazily laid down, sweaty body clinging to Abby’s, body exhausted from the previous activity, only seconds ago.

“Holy… fuck,” Abby breathed, you smiled at her.

“Yeah… holy fuck, indeed,” you giggled, which caused a dorky smile to break across Abby’s face.

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author’s note: I absolutely love subby muscular woman aka especially Abby Anderson… 😛

tag list ♡: @velvetscoke

[abbyshands]

jackson!abby (& cockwarming :3)

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pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; tw superrr old draft (not really but i don’t like it LOL), cockwarming (obv), use of a strap-on (referred to as abby’s cock) abby’s a tease, use of princess/sweet girl/baby, daddy kink, fondling, nipple play, kissing, lmk if i missed smt <3

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“shhh, shhh, baby, c’mere. i’ve got you,” abby whispers to you, cock deep inside your cunt.

you had always gotten cold easily, but this time was different. jackson was fucking merciless when it came to the chill. a blizzard was going out there, and no matter how much you bundled up, fire going and sleeping bag around you, you just couldn’t get warm.

so who should you ask to help you but her?

you were way too needy to go very long without abby’s strap-on, and that was precisely why she had carried it along to jackson in the first place. she had seen you shivering, sleepless as you did your best to get to bed, and begging to get warmer.

and she had just the thing.

that’s how you ended up faced away from abby, her arms wrapped around your waist as she cockwarmed you from the back.

you let out a small whimper as abby pulled you closer, the silicone of the dildo moving around inside you. “f- a- abs,” you couldn’t help but whine.

abby’s arm was wrapped around your waist as she cuddled you close to her body. “hush, sweet girl. don’t wanna wake anyone, now, do we?” she whispered, chuckling lowly into your ear.

“n- no, daddy,” you huffed out as she yanked you even closer to her, and if there was one thing that was warm by now, it was your fucking face.

“that’s a good girl,” abby cooed into your ear as she jerked her hips on “accident,” which damn well make you squirm as abby slowly put her hand up your shirt. “am i filling you up well enough, princess?”

“mmm, mhm,” you whined as abby’s fingers began to roll at your nipples, and it was a wonder you didn’t turn around and beg her to fuck you then and there.

what a funny way she had of making sure you were “warm.”

abby couldn’t help but chuckle as she fondled you at your chest, pinching your nipple in her thick fingers. “needy girl. want your daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” abby whispered into your ear, which drove you fucking crazy.

you couldn’t find it in you to answer, and only pushed yourself back onto her, eager for her touch. and, of course, this only drew out one more laugh from abby. “well, that’s one way to answer,” she teased.

when you tire of having your back pressed to abby’s front, you’re pressed up to her in a different way now, chest flush on hers as you face her. so, when abby thrust into you a little, just to tease you, of course, your face is in her neck, lips giving her small nibbles to choke back your whiny moans.

“a- abby, stop it,” you groan into the crevice your face is buried in, digging your fingernails into abby’s back. abby chokes back her own needy groans, eager to tease you instead.

“what, baby? can’t take it? didn’t you want to be warmed?” abby teased as she did it once more, rutting her hips up into you, but in the end, she cut it out. you sink your lips into her skin, pressing them to her neck so you don’t make too much noise.

it doesn’t work out that well.

“f- fuck,” you draw out, and abby can’t help but chuckle.

“so cute.”

and it’s abby, so obviously there’s a point where a little cockwarming isn’t even enough to take care of your neediness.

it begins slow with small kisses on your neck, a raspy, whispered, “mine” following each one. but it blends into much more when you find yourself not only shivering from the cold now, but from her, too.

abby’s large hands make their way under your shirt again, warming your skin in seconds, and she comes up to cup your breast. you let out a small whine when she does so, to which abby places a finger over your lips.

“shut that pretty mouth of yours for once, baby, yeah? too much noise,” she teases you, as if she doesn’t have her hands all over you, dick spreading your wet pussy open from the front as she rolls your nipple in her fingers.

but you don’t disobey her.

“good girl. such a good girl for daddy,” abby voices, only making you cuddle into her closer. the sound of the fire crackling behind you can only do so much to drown out those little whines that abby can’t get enough of.

“now let me warm you up, baby.”

so abby lays there with you, making sure you’re comfy with every little thing she’s doing, hands roaming as she kisses your neck and face. every once in a while, she’ll move her hips a bit, just to hear those cute little whimpers that you try so hard to keep down.

it’s only when you finally fall asleep that she pulls out of you, knowing that she got the job done in making her girl feel better <3

[abbysbodybag]

Campus Secrets

abby anderson x reader

(first post as well) COLLEGE AU

description : you and abby are paired together as college roommates / FLUFF

part two? 🔞

Your bag is heavy, but the excitement of finally being on your own keeps your steps light as you make your way to your new dorm room. You reach the door, room 402, and take a deep breath before turning the handle, preparing to meet the stranger you’ll be living with for the next year.

But as you walk in, you’re met by the sight of a tall, muscular woman pulling a shirt over her head, revealing toned arms and a faint smile as she catches your wide-eyed look.

“Hey, you must be my roommate.” She grins, hand outstretched. “I’m Abby.”

For a second, you forget what words are, she’s gorgeous. Her blonde braid rests over one shoulder, her smile a bit too flashy and charming, and the way she’s looking at you is already making your cheeks heat up.

You clear your throat, setting your bag down to shake her hand. “Y/N,” you manage to say. Her hand is warm and firm, and it’s hard not to notice how she looks at you, a bit too knowingly, like she’s already read every flustered thought in your mind.

“So,” Abby says, crossing her arms and leaning against the bed, “you’re okay with bunk beds, right? Or should we just flip a coin and see who gets the top?”

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “I mean, unless you’re scared of heights,” you tease.

She laughs, her eyes lighting up. “Scared of heights? Not exactly. I think I’ll be fine as long as my pretty new roommate doesn’t snore.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Pretty bold assumption, considering we just met.”

Abby tilts her head, her grin widening as her gaze drops to your bags. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough, huh?”

You feel your pulse race as you realize how close she’s standing. “Yeah, guess we will.”

The rest of the afternoon goes by with a surprising ease, the two of you unpacking, sharing stories about hometowns, and trading jokes. Each time her shoulder brushes yours or she throws you a sly smile, you feel that blush creeping back. It’s almost too comfortable.

Later, as the sun sets, she stretches, yawning. “You up for grabbing a coffee? You know, to celebrate surviving move-in day?”

You nod, grabbing your keys. “ready when you are.”

As you walk through campus together, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this year with Abby might be a lot more interesting than you’d expected.

The coffee shop is buzzing with the usual college crowd, but with Abby by your side, it feels like the two of you are in your own little world. You grab a cozy corner table, and as she stirs sugar into her coffee, you catch her glancing at you, one brow raised.

“So, Y/N,” she says, leaning forward with that same mischievous glint in her eyes, “what’s the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done?”

You smirk, taking a sip of your drink to buy a moment. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe this.” You hold her gaze and casually reach over to steal a sugar packet from her side of the table.

Abby laughs, a deep, genuine sound that draws a few curious looks from nearby tables. “Oh, risky. I better watch out for you, huh?”

“Hey, don’t judge me. I’m new here. Maybe I just haven’t had the chance to get into trouble yet,” you shoot back.

She tilts her head, pretending to consider. “Well, I’m sure we can fix that. I’ve been here a year already. Got all the shortcuts, best spots, even know where to sneak into the field house after hours.”

“After hours?” you echo, eyes widening. “Are you always this much of a rule-breaker?”

Abby shrugs, looking unbothered, but there’s a flicker of excitement in her eyes. “Life’s too short to follow all the rules, don’t you think?”

You roll your eyes, trying to mask the way her confidence makes your heart beat a little faster. “Big words from someone who looks like they were probably on the varsity team in high school.”

“Guilty,” she admits, smirking. “I played soccer. What about you? Any sports?”

You laugh. “I don’t think binge-watching counts as a sport.”

“Not officially, but I’m sure you’d make it competitive,” she says, grinning. “How about this—since you’re new and all, I’ll show you around campus tomorrow. A private tour, Abby-style.”

“A private tour, huh?” You raise an eyebrow, trying to sound casual as your stomach does a little flip.

She leans back, that playful spark still in her gaze. “Yeah. The kind where we hit all the best spots… and maybe skip a few of the official ones.”

You try not to smile too wide. “Guess I can’t turn down a tour from someone who knows all the secrets.”

“Smart choice.” Abby reaches across the table, tapping your hand. “Prepare yourself, Y/N. I’m about to make this the best college experience you could imagine.”

She smiles at you with a sparkle behind her eye. You couldn’t help but notice the fidgeting she does with her hands when she speaks to you, and how It stops whenever you look down.

[esilher]

Art: @esilher  Fic: @mynonah Thank you so much @bossymarmalade for the quick beta reading! <3 You can read it on AO3

Andersons’ Bakery Kurt stopped in front of the shop and looked up at the sign above the door. On the black glass, in gold letters, was the name of one of New York's most popular bakeries: Andersons' Bakery. It was a long shot, he knew, and for a moment he wondered if he should go home instead. 

"If you never try, you'll never know." His father's words rang in his ears. He took a deep breath to brace himself and reached for the door handle.

As he stepped through the door, the smell of freshly baked pastries immediately hit his nose. Behind the counter, one of the Anderson brothers was restocking the shelves with freshly baked baguettes. There was a small line, as always, but no one seemed to mind the wait. It was worth it.

"Welcome to Andersons' Bakery. What can I get for you?" The man asked and Kurt realized that it was finally his turn.

"Oh, I... Hi, um. I'm here to apply for the job. I saw that you…”

"You're looking for Blaine," he interrupted Kurt with a smile. "I'll let him know. You can wait over there," he gestured to the other end of the long counter, and by the time Kurt looked back to thank him, he was already gone.

Kurt walked over to where the man had directed him and stopped in front of the pastries. As he studied the assortment, he nervously adjusted his bag. Pies, donuts, biscuits, muffins, croissants - the selection was impressive, but that shouldn't intimidate Kurt. There was nothing here that he hadn't baked a hundred times before. Still, he was nervous.

"Hi, I'm Blaine," a new voice interrupted his thoughts. "You're the one here for the job, right?"

"Yes," Kurt answered, smiling at the man on the other side of the counter. "Kurt Hummel," he added quickly, extending his hand to Blaine.

"Blaine Anderson." The man smiled back as they shook hands. Blaine's mouth opened again, but suddenly he wasn't sure what to say. Beautiful eyes, Blaine thought. But maybe that's not the right place to start. "May I have your resume, please?"

"Oh, sure," Kurt replied, then pulled out the zipper on his shoulder bag and began to rummage through it. "Sorry," he mumbled nervously. "I'll have it in a minute." 

He pulled out some papers one by one, but those weren’t what he was looking for. Some notes from college, some sheet music, a new cheesecake recipe he'd written down two weeks ago, some drawings of how he planned to redecorate his apartment, a few pages torn out of a fashion magazine... more college notes.

"I know I put it in here... It's just…” Kurt glanced up at Blaine, smiling nervously. “Just a minute.”

"Take your time,” the man tried to reassure him.

"No, I mean... it's here somewhere. Where the fuck did all these college notes come from?” He snapped suddenly. “Can you believe I've already graduated? And I'm carrying all this around with me. Fuck. Oh God, I just said fuck," he said, covering his mouth with his free hand. 

"Actually you said it three times," Blaine added, clearly amused by the scene.

Kurt's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry. I don't usually swear, I just... I mean, I do, everybody does, right? But not here. I mean, not like that. Anyway... Sorry, I... I know I put it in here," Kurt said again as he began to frantically flip through a folder.

"Hey, don't worry! Maybe you can just email it to me and then next time…"

"No, no, no…” Kurt shook his head. “It's here somewhere, I swear."

"Okay, then... Maybe in the meantime you could tell me about your work experience...? What bakery did you work at before?"

"Well, it's... it's a little... So I don't really have any experience, at least not the kind you're thinking of. But I love to bake. I've just never worked in a bakery before."

"You've never worked in a bakery before." Blaine repeated in shock and Kurt dumped the entire contents of his bag onto the counter for the third time.

"No," Kurt continued, oblivious to Blaine's dismay. "But I've been baking since I was 6. I started with my mother's recipes. I did it with my mother, of course. I actually have a lot. I mean, recipes, not mothers.” 

Blaine bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. “Thank you for clearing that up.”

“My family and friends say I bake pretty well. Of course, they love me, so what else would they say..." Kurt suddenly froze. He looked up at Blaine. “God, that sounded awful, didn't it? Shit," he muttered and went back to his bag. Blaine couldn't help but chuckle.

"I FOUND IT!" Kurt exclaimed, clutching a folder as his bag landed on the floor with a thud. He pulled the sheet he was looking for out of the folder and handed it to Blaine with a triumphant grin. Blaine took the paper, his eyes never leaving the man in front of him.

"You're hired," he said.

Kurt's jaw dropped in shock. "What? I mean... really? But you haven't even read my resume."

Blaine looked down at the paper in his hand, his eyes scanning it quickly. "No criminal record, you’re from Ohio too, your family loves your cookies..."

"So do my friends."

"So do your friends." Blaine repeated, looking up at Kurt. "That's more than the last two applicants can say for themselves. You're hired."

Kurt let out a squeal and with a sudden impulse, he leaned over the counter to hug Blaine. Blaine froze for a second by the unexpected reaction, but his arms instinctively tightened around Kurt.

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"We have a new baker," Blaine called to Cooper as Kurt left the bakery.

"So I heard. You two weren’t exactly discreet." The older brother walked over to Blaine and took the resume out of his hand. His eyebrows furrowed. "You hired an ACTOR?"

"What?" Blaine grabbed the resume back from Cooper and for once actually started to read it.

"You didn't even read it??"

"I'm reading it now."

"Are you crazy? This is a bakery, Blaine."

"Yeah. I noticed that," Blaine mumbled and put the resume down. "Did you see his eyes, Coop?" he asked.

Cooper blinked at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“He has beautiful eyes,” Blaine added, as if that was an acceptable explanation.

"Cool. That's a big help when you're working with dough," his brother replied sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief.

Blaine sighed. "I'll train him."

"You better, little brother." Cooper said pointedly before heading back to the customers.

His brother turned back to Blaine who was looking at the resume again.

"You don't look like you regret it," he said, smiling fondly at him.

"I don't. He starts tomorrow." Blaine winked at his brother and disappeared into the back of the shop.

[insyrenidoodles]

Yeah more cowboy cuties ❤️ Inspired by a painting by JaNeil Anderson.

(me drawing them while i should be writing the next chapter of this story *sigh*)

[pmaxshay]

Love Conquers All

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader (Fem)

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 4 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

~ Part 6 ~ ~ The End ~

~ Part 2 ~

Benedict sat in the Bridgerton drawing room, doing exactly that. His sketchbook on his knees as his legs dangled over the arm of the chair. His back leant up against the opposite arm. His pencil scribbled furiously over the pages, little by little though every page was ripped up and thrown.

Every so often he’d reach over and throw a handful of grapes into his mouth, chewing furiously.

“Benedict. I did not expect to see you awake so early.” Violet jumped slightly as she walked into the drawing room, seeing her second eldest sprawled out.

“Apologies Mother. I could not sleep.”

Violet watched him as he continued to scribble and get frustrated at himself. She placed a hand on her abdomen and one hand on her hip.

“Is something troubling you dear?” The worry evident on her face.

“Not at all Mother. I am just dandy.” Benedict faked a smile, wanting to hide his sour mood from her.

However, if anyone knew him best, it was his mother.

She moved closer, towering over him as he lay on the chair.

“Benedict.”

“Mother.”

“I know you. You are not yourself. Are you well?”

“I… am…” Benedict hesitated when he looked up to see the emotion written all over Violet’s face.

“I have… no muse. Okay. I am a failed artist. What with Anthony buying my place in the Academy and having absolutely nothing to draw.” He sighed, leaning his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Violet sighed softly, reaching out her hand for him to hold. He obliged and held it tightly.

“My dear Benedict. You are more than you know. Whatever this is, it will pass. You will find that spark again. I am sure of it. Maybe what you need is…”

“If you say love Mother I swear…” Benedict huffed but had a small smile on his face.

“I know you are very… liberal… with your views on such matters but believe me, love can do wondrous things. Do not count yourself out yet. I thought I was out but I have Lord Anderson…”

“Mother please I do not need to know details of you and Lord Anderson.” Benedict rolled his eyes.

Violet chuckled before pulling at his hand to get him to stand up. His sketchbook falling to the floor along with the pencil. Violet placed both of her hands on either side of his face.

“My wonderful, wonderful boy. Your father would be proud of you. All of you.” Violet cooed, tears forming in her eyes.

“Are you well Mother? You are… more emotional than usual.” Benedict placed his hands are her upper arms.

“I am. I’m just a proud mother that is all. However, there is much to do today to prepare. I need to get Eloise and Hyacinth to the Modiste in one piece.” Violet sighed before clapping her hands to pull herself together.

“Good luck Mother.” Benedict rolled his eyes before planting a kiss on her cheek. He then proceeded to pick up his sketchbook and pencil, making a swift exit before the chaos inevitably began.

Across Mayfair, Y/N was sat in her own drawing room. Her nose buried in her latest read.

“Y/N my dear. It is a beautiful day today you should be out. Can you not go and call on that Bridgerton girl you were talking with at the ball?” Richard chimed from behind his paper.

“I could say the same for you Father.” Y/N gestured to the paper with a smirk.

“And also her name is Eloise. But I believe she is busy today visiting the Modiste.”

“Oh well that’s perfect. You are due some new dresses are you not?” Richard chimed once more. Trying with all his might to get Y/N out of the house.

The secret talk he had, had with Lady Danbury at last nights ball, while Y/N was distracted, had hit home. He wanted Y/N to fly the nest and have a life outside of home. It is what her mother would have wanted also.

“Ugh fine.” Y/N huffed.

“I’ve lost my place now anyway.” Her book was slammed shut and held tight against her chest as she stormed out of the room.

Richard just chuckled to himself before going back to reading his paper.

The Modiste houses Mayfair’s finest dressmaker, Madame Delacroix. Her designs were incredibly sought after. Especially after Lady Whistle… Penelope Bridgerton started to write about her.

Eloise was filling Y/N in on such news and gossip of the Ton.

“So… Penelope was your best friend but she wrote these awful things about you and your family or well the whole Ton and you were no longer friends and then she married your brother?” Y/N asked, confusion laced in her words.

“I know. It’s still incredibly confusing to me too. However, it is nice to call her a sister now. I would’ve longed for such a relationship with her when we were younger.” Eloise chimed.

“I wish I knew the feeling. It is lonely being an only child. You are lucky.” Y/N whined.

“I believe it is you to be the lucky one. A whole house to yourself. It must be so peaceful. We don’t get a minutes peace at Bridgerton house.”

“I must agree, the quiet does have its advantages. Feel free to come and make use of them. Any time.” Y/N offered with a smile.

“You don’t know how much that means to me. Y/N Pembrooke. Thank you. Thank you, thank you!!” Eloise exclaimed.

“Eloise! Behave yourself.” Violet warned.

“Sorry Mama.”

Hyacinth turned and stuck her tongue out at Eloise in jest. To which Eloise did it back.

“See that! That is what I have missed out on.” Y/N whined once more.

[bromfieldhall]

A Family of Their Own

Set a few weeks after the Butterfly Ball, Penelope and Colin discover they are going to be parents.

Rating: Teens and over - a little bit smutty but no overly so.

Part 1 of Love and Life Collection - little oneshots that I'll post as and when

A FAMILY OF THEIR OWN

“It is quite warm, is it not?”

Colin glanced over at his wife then did a double take, a concerned frown creasing his brow. Her cheeks were very flushed and her light blue eyes had a decided glazed appearance. A slight tremor run through her petite frame and his arm tightened around her waist.

“Are you well, Pen?” he asked in a low voice, not wanting to draw attention to her.

Penelope stared up at him blankly, almost as if she hadn’t understood a word he’d said.

Becoming even more worried, Colin smoothly manoeuvred her unresisting body towards a chair at the edge of the room.

It had been almost five weeks since the Butterfly Ball and the Cowper’s had put on a lavish event in order to try and win back some favour from the Ton after Cressida had all but ruined their name.

Penelope had been reluctant to attend but Colin had persuaded her otherwise. Whilst there was certainly no love lost between their families, society dictated that they should make an appearance and he hadn’t had the inclination to fuel the dislike he knew Lady Cowper already held for his new bride. Maybe he should have listened to his wife, however, he decided as she stumbled slightly.

His grip tightened on her waist even more but, instinctively, he knew that they wouldn’t make it to the seat in time.

As if on cue, Penelope suddenly gasped out his name just before her eyes closed and her legs buckled.

Deftly, Colin swept her up into his arms before she hit the ground. Ignoring the startled looks and murmurings of several couples nearby, he strode straight past the intended chair and out of the ballroom.

“Quickly! Have you a quiet room?” he asked a nearby footman urgently.

The young man’s eyes widened momentarily then he nodded abruptly.

“Just down here, Sir,” he replied, leading him to a door on the left.

He opened it up and stepped aside to allow them to enter.

The room was large and looked to be some kind of study. There were only two candles burning so the footman hurriedly grabbed one and lit a few more as Colin spied a settee and hastened over. He gently laid his wife down on it then dropped to one knee and took hold of her hand.

“Pen?” he urged worriedly, tenderly brushing some of her auburn curls back from her slightly damp brow.

Her face now seemed to have lost all colour and he felt a rising panic start in the pit of his stomach and make its way up to settle uncomfortably in his chest like a heavy weight.

“What has happened, Colin? Is Penelope ill?” came Violet’s concerned voice suddenly from behind him.

He glanced up at his mother and saw her walking swiftly towards them with Lord Anderson in tow. They had been in the middle of a dance when she’d seen her son carry his wife out of the ball and had hurried to find them.

“I do not know,” he replied with a shake of his head, unease lending his tone a slight edge, “it was all rather sudden.”

Violet nodded and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. Feeling the tension there, she looked back at the footman who was still hovering at the door and asked that he fetch some water and a shot of brandy.

The young man gave a nod and left, narrowly avoiding Lady Cowper who unexpectedly swept into the room and cast a disapproving eye over the scene before her.

“Is all well here?” she enquired. Her role of hostess had compelled her to do her duty once she’d been made aware of the new Mrs Bridgerton’s collapse. That did not stop her, however, from adding a touch disdainfully, “Not had too much wine, I hope?”

Colin bristled at her tone and dragged his gaze away from his wife long enough to shoot the woman an angry glare.

“Penelope has not touched a drop all evening,” he bit out icily.

“But thank you for your concern,” Violet interjected smoothly. Pasting a polite smile on her face, she continued, “We shall look after her and although I am certain it is nothing serious, perhaps you could arrange for their carriage to be brought around?”

Lady Cowper smiled thinly back then closed her fan with a snap and gave a nod of her head before sauntering out of the room.

“Beastly woman,” Colin muttered harshly as he watched her leave.

His mother gave him a mildly reproachful look but said nothing. How could she when she felt the same?

A faint groan had them all turn to stare at Penelope and Colin was relieved to see that she was starting to stir. He immediately clutched her hand a little tighter and leaned nearer as her eyes fluttered open.

“How are you feeling, my love?” he asked tenderly.

She took a few seconds to become fully awake and a few more to process her husband’s softly spoken words. She had no time to reply, however, as the footman returned with the water and brandy that Lady Bridgerton had requested. Colin took the former with a nod of gratitude and refused the latter.

“That will be all, thank you,” he said, dismissing the footman before turning back to his wife and asking warmly, “Here, do you think you are able to sit up and drink this?”

Penelope glanced at the drink, then at the three people staring expectantly at her and nodded. Pushing herself up, she took the proffered glass and sipped on the water.

“Better?” he queried after a moment.

“Yes. Thank you,” she answered with a quick, but slightly self-conscious smile. “Much better. My apologies, I do not know what came over me.”

“As long as you are well now, that is all that matters,” Colin assured her as he ran his still worried gaze over her features. “Although, you do look a little pale.”

He placed the back of his hand gently against her forehead and frowned.

“I promise you I am fine, Colin,” Penelope insisted not quite able to look him in the eyes, “though I do think I should like to go home now please.”

“Of course,” he instantly agreed, then glanced towards the door and added sardonically, “Lady Cowper is supposed to be seeing to it, but I do not hold out much hope.”

“Perhaps it would be a good idea if you go and see about the carriage, Colin, while I sit with Penelope,” Violet decided, taking a seat next to her daughter-in-law. He looked about to refuse but his mother continued firmly, “Do not worry, I will take care of her.”

She gave him a reassuring smile and Colin knew well enough that she was going to brook no argument. Giving Penelope’s hand a quick squeeze he stood up to leave.

“I shall go with you and call for our carriage too,” Lord Anderson offered, earning a grateful smile from Violet.

The men gave the women a small bow before taking their leave and once they’d gone Violet immediately turned to Penelope.

“Now my dear, how long have you been feeling out of sorts?”

Penelope stared at her mother-in-law’s kindly face and sighed.

“A few days now,” she admitted quietly, taking another sip of water.

“And are you fatigued? Nauseous?”

Penelope nodded, feeling heat start to warm her cheeks.

Violet nodded and smiled.

“When I was first expecting with Anthony, I swooned too,” she began happily, then frowned slightly before musing aloud, “Although I do not remember it being quite so early on. It is, after all, barely six weeks since…” she trailed off and her eyes widened as she stared at Penelope’s horrified, ever reddening face. “Oh!”

Now it was Violet’s turn to turn a shade of colour that matched her daughter-in-law’s.

Penelope looked away in mortification and gulped down the rest of the water. Surely there must be a large hole somewhere that she could crawl into? It was bad enough that Violet was confirming her own suspicions, let alone her working out when said ‘suspicions’ had been created. She put her glass down on a nearby table with a thud and felt Violet grasp her hand. Steeling herself for a disapproving look, she turned her head and was surprised to see the older woman gazing at her with an understanding smile.

“I am so pleased for you both and I look forward to hearing your announcement,” Violet told her warmly, then leaned forward to add conspiratorially, “when you are ready, of course.”

Penelope had to smile at that and felt relief wash through her. She really didn’t want to be the source of any more gossip surrounding their family. She’d contributed plenty as it was being Lady Whistledown and she couldn’t bear the thought that some might believe that Colin had been forced to marry out of duty rather than the love match that they were.

“Thank you, Lady Bridgerton, although I fear that once I tell Colin, he will want to share the news with the rest of the family as soon as possible, no matter what time of day it is.”

“Then perhaps tell him after breakfast so we may all get some sleep first,” her mother-in-law suggested causing both ladies to laugh. “And please, how many times must I say, Penelope? Call me Violet.”

The redhead nodded. She still found it hard to use her mother-in-law’s first name after all the years of calling her Lady Bridgerton.

“Now,” she continued briskly, “some words of advice if I may? Dry crackers and plain biscuits will be your friends in the coming weeks. Make sure that cook has plenty in.”

“I will…Violet,” Penelope replied dutifully.

Her mother-in-law beamed in delight and patted her hand.

“That’s better.”

Penelope smiled back and the two women fell into an easy conversation about other pregnancy symptoms and a funny story or two of the Bridgerton children when they were babies.

It was after one of those stories that Colin returned to find his two favourite women laughing at something and felt the pressure suddenly dissipate from his chest. He shared a relieved smile with Marcus, who stood beside him, then let out a sigh. It had frightened him to see her faint again. He knew it was the fear of discovery that had led to her first swoon.

This evening, however…was she ill and not telling him?

He’d noticed that she had looked pale at times the last few days but now, at least, she appeared well…glowing even.

Penelope turned her gaze to him and smiled. His breath caught. Lord, he would never tire of her eyes, of her…everything, of that he was certain.

“Our carriage is waiting,” he announced and held out his hand.

“We should take our leave of Lord and Lady Cowper,” Penelope reminded him as she lightly grasped his proffered hand and stood up.

Colin grimaced slightly at the thought of speaking to Lady Cowper again. Sometimes he hated the societal rules that meant he had to be good mannered when he sorely did not want to be. The woman irked him; even more so since her daughter had tried to claim Whistledown for herself. He also strongly suspected that it had been her rather than Cressida who had written that despicable sheet about their family before Penelope’s had usurped it.

“Do not worry, we shall offer regards on your behalf,” Violet assured them. “Take Penelope home and let her rest.”

Colin gave his mother a grateful smile and, with a quick nod of acknowledgement in Marcus’ direction, led his wife away. He did not need telling twice.

Holding hands, they headed out of the building and into the cool evening air. Once ensconced in their carriage, he put his arm around Penelope and allowed himself to relax. Having her near always seemed to have that effect.

“How are you feeling now?” he enquired, gazing intently at the face.

“Tired,” she responded and leaned her head upon his shoulder with a contented sigh.

He pulled her a little closer and absently stroked her waist as they took the relatively short journey home in easy silence. When they arrived, Penelope headed up to their rooms to get ready for bed while Colin went to the kitchen to prepare some warm drinks. It was something that their staff had quickly learned that he liked to do himself and readily left him to it. They thought it sweet that he looked after her so. He added a plate of biscuits to the tray and went upstairs to join his wife.

Penelope had just slipped on her mint green, silken robe when Colin entered their bedchamber carrying the treats. Placing the tray down, he handed her one of the steaming cups and took the other for himself.

“Hot cocoa to help you sleep.”

He smiled at her and took a sip of his own drink, his gaze admiring as he slowly took in the exquisite picture she made standing in front of him. With her curly hair loose about her shoulders, stunning face and delectable figure, he knew he was the luckiest man on earth.

Penelope stared back at him and was suddenly overcome by an unexpected wave of emotion.

There was a point only a few weeks ago that she had firmly believed they would be at odds forever. Thankfully, she had married a truly special man who had more forgiveness and goodness in his little finger than someone like Lady Cowper had in her entire being. She had been in love with him for so long that she hardly remembered a time when she wasn’t…and now she was expecting his child.

Did life really get any better than this?

She was so caught up in her own musings that she failed to notice that Colin was staring at her in concern until he put his drink down with a startlingly loud thump. Cocoa splashed over the sides of the cup and dripped onto the table but he paid it no mind. His sole focus was on his wife.

“Pen, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Am I?” she asked, quickly using her fingers to dash away the tears she hadn’t realised were falling.

He nodded abruptly then took her drink from her and placed it next to his before reaching up to gently cup her cheek. Leaning down a little, he looked into her eyes. “Did Lady Cowper say something to you while I went for the carriage?” he asked his low voice carrying a hint of anger.

“No!” Penelope denied quickly, “No, these are happy tears, I assure you.”

He looked confused, but then his expression turned to one of wonder as she took his hand from her cheek and drew it down until it rested lightly against her stomach.

“We are going to have a baby, Colin.”

“A baby?” he echoed faintly and then, without warning, he let out a joyous shout of laughter, grabbed her about the waist and lifted her off her feet. He whirled her around. Twice. Then he placed her back on the ground and kissed her soundly on the lips.

Penelope laughed as she caught her breath and put a hand to her head which was spinning a little.

Immediately Colin grew concerned and guided her over to the bed where he promptly picked her up, for the second time that evening, and laid her down upon it.

“Forgive me, I don’t want you swooning again,” he told her apologetically.

“I am fine, it was just a little giddiness,” she told him dismissively.

“What can I get you? What do you need?” he queried, still clearly troubled.

She grabbed his hand and gave it a firm tug.

“Just you, in bed, with me,” she answered with saucy grin.

“Is that wise?” he began dubiously with a slight frown.

Penelope stared at him in mild exasperation and had a sudden realisation of what the next few months were going to be like now that she was pregnant. He was going to be insufferable if she allowed it. She should’ve known. His kindness and thoughtfulness were two of the things that she loved most about him…but not if it meant she would be sleeping alone!

“Yes, very wise,” she retorted.

Edging over to make room for him to lay beside her, she patted the bed and smiled invitingly at him.

“But…” He paused and swallowed hard as Penelope sat up then shrugged the robe from her shoulders and off, exposing a decent amount of her creamy skin to his avid gaze. Her matching chemise left little to the imagination, his imagination anyway. After only being together a matter of weeks, he already knew his wife’s body better than his own. “Um...” For the life of him he couldn’t remember any of the objections he’d been about to make nor, indeed, why he would even want to. “Perhaps you are right,” he finally acquiesced and joined her quickly on the bed.

“I am,” she stated agreeably and started unbuttoning his waistcoat before he even had a chance to lie down.

“And, of course, it is best that I am close in case you need me,” he pointed out reasonably as he propped himself up on his side and watched her deft fingers move onto his shirt.

“It is,” she concurred brightly, unfastening the last button and pushing the fine fabric apart with a happy sigh. She ran her hand over his hair roughened chest and raked her nails lightly down, drawing a soft gasp from her husband as she grazed over one of his nipples.

Colin felt his body harden in response and when she leaned in for a kiss, he met her halfway. It was brief and Penelope moaned in protest when he broke away, but he had decided that he was going to take his wife slow.

Rolling her onto her back, he placed another chaste kiss on her lips then pulled slightly away and stared adoringly into her eyes. Reaching up, he skimmed his fingertips lightly down her cheek. Her eyes closed at his touch and his gaze followed his hand as it continued downwards along her neck then further still over the soft mounds of her perfect bosom. Her breath hitched at the contact, back arching slightly to force a firmer touch, but he didn’t stop until his hand came to a rest and flatten down on her stomach. He glanced back at her face and saw that she was now watching him. They shared a smile, then she covered his hand with hers and Colin moved so that their fingers intertwined over their growing child.

They were going to have a baby.

Their own family.

“I love you,” he told her, emotion making his voice husky.

“I love you,” Penelope whispered back.

And then he kissed her. Slowly. Deeply. Putting every ounce of feeling he could into it until the need to breathe forced them apart. Penelope let out a small whimper, but he was already peppering kisses along her neck and across her chest before capturing her lips once more in another drugging kiss.     

Again, he broke away only when they had to, then, with a soft smile, he got off the bed and quickly removed his clothing.  Penelope went to sit up as he returned to her, but he gently laid a hand on her shoulder and shook his head.

Tonight, it was all about her.

Penelope lay back down and gave herself over to a world of sensation. She felt as though she was being worshipped as Colin took his time savouring every single inch of her body. He had always been an attentive lover, but this was something else as he bought her to the edge again and again with hand and mouth until she thought she might actually go up in flames if she didn’t find her release soon.

Sensing her need, he finally moved up her body and gave her lingering kiss. Tasting herself on his lips only seemed to heighten her desire to the point where she was almost squirming by the time he settled between her legs with a satisfied sigh.

When had he taken off her chemise, she wondered briefly, before he entered her in one quick, smooth movement. Penelope drew in a sharp breath as her body started to orgasm almost immediately.

Colin gritted his teeth and held still, watching her release play out on her beautiful face as her body clenched tightly around him. He allowed the waves of her pleasure to ebb a little until he couldn’t hold himself back any longer and started to move, stoking the flames once more.

Penelope’s eyes widened as she stared at him in disbelief that her body could respond again so quickly. It was almost too much.

“Colin,” she gasped as he moved with increasing urgency, hitting just the right spot before she fell for a second time, her back arching off the bed with the force of her completion.

Penelope’s release triggered his and Colin groaned out her name as he climaxed hard.  Breathing heavily, he desperately tried to stop himself from collapsing on top of her, but his arms couldn’t hold out. He was utterly spent.

“Forgive me,” he muttered into her neck as he attempted to catch his breath.

“For what?” Penelope wondered in confusion, her voice sounding just as breathy as his did. “That was wonderful.”

“I crushed you,” he explained, trying to find the energy to move even though laying in his wife’s arms was exactly where he wanted to stay.

But…the baby…

That thought roused him just enough to ease himself off of her, despite her protestations, and roll onto his back, pulling her with him.

Cradled against his side, Penelope laid her arm on his chest and rested her chin on her hand so that she could look at him.

Bodies now pleasantly lethargic, they shared a smile and Colin absently started playing with her hair, letting the soft curls run through his fingers.

“We shall have to tell the rest of the family our good news in the morning,” he commented quietly.

“Your mama has already guessed,” Penelope admitted a little guiltily.

Colin merely chuckled and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I am not surprised. She seems to know everything,” he replied with affection.

“She also said that we could…,” she hesitated a moment, then continued, “we could make the announcement when we are ready.”

“Ready?” He stared at her quizzically. “Well, why would we want to wait?” The sudden reddening of Penelope’s cheeks was all the answer he needed as it suddenly dawned on him exactly why. “Oh!…So…”

Penelope nodded.

“The afternoon you showed me this house.”

He smiled at the memory.

“Our first time,” he murmured with a hint of pride.

“Or our second,” she contradicted ruefully.

There was a little pause as they stared at one another before adding in unison, “Or our third.”

They both started laughing and seeing him look so happy, Penelope found herself blinking back sudden tears. This was something she knew she was going to have to get used to in her condition as one tear escaped and rolled down her cheek.

“Sorry,” she muttered self-consciously. “I’m only a few weeks along and already my emotions seem to be getting the better of me.”

“Do not apologise,” he said with an understanding smile and gently brushed the drop away with his thumb. “Come, let us get some sleep, it has been a long evening and you must exhausted.”

Penelope nodded and he gathered her into his warm embrace, her arm naturally sliding across his waist as she settled her head down on his chest.

“And, just so we are clear, Mrs Bridgerton, I shall be here for every single one of your emotions no matter what they are,” Colin declared emphatically, hugging her a little closer to him.

She lifted her head and looked up at him with narrowed gaze.

“That maybe so, but what if I am sick at all times of day like my sisters?” she challenged.

“Then I shall hold your hair back from your beautiful face and ensure that you have a cool towel for when you are finished,” he vowed, smiling slightly as he gave one of her curls a gentle tug.

Her mouth quirked upwards at his words before she ventured mischievously, “And what if I should have a craving for, say…biscuits?”

Colin’s eyes widened in mock horror.

“Ah, well then, my dear, I fear it’s every Bridgerton for themself,” he teased with a chuckle.

His reward was a delighted laugh and a quick kiss on the lips before Penelope and snuggled into him again. He went back to stroking her hair and was pleased when her breathing soon evened out. Moments later, she was asleep.

Moving carefully so as not to wake her, he deftly arranged the quilt more snugly around them then settled back and closed his eyes.

And as he drifted off to join his wife in slumber, his last jumbled thoughts were of a bonny baby with the bluest eyes and reddest hair, of wondering which room would best suit a nursery and, rather oddly, that when Anthony finally found out about the babe, he really hoped that he wouldn’t challenge him to a duel after all!

THE END

[akillerbeforeyou]

Anything.

(Kai Anderson x fem!reader)

Authors note: Heyy! This is my first time writing for Kai (and writing on Tumblr in general) so please feel free to tell me how you feel about it! It will be a two-parter (smut in the second part) because I'm lazy and didn't feel like writing more. Also, this is barely proofread.

Also! This fic is heavily inspired by a Kai bot from @fear-is-truth I wouldn't have had the motivation to start writing again if it wasn't for that bot so thank you!

Word count: around 1k

Content warning: implied sexual content, implied violence, that's pretty much it for now.

read part two here

It was my fault. I had fucked up, big time. 

From the very beginning, Kai had taken a liking to me. I've always been good at following rules to a tee with little to no hesitation. So naturally, I became one of Kai's favorites. When the role of his devoted girlfriend was first assigned to me, I assumed it was just that- a role to play- just another tactic to sway the voters in favor of him. I mean, who doesn't love a candidate with family-oriented values? it would be a way to humanize him and soften his image to the public. and who better to play the part than the one woman who had been willing to walk to the end of the world for him since the very get-go? Over time, I realized our relationship was more than just a facet of his public persona. I genuinely cared about him- and in his way, he felt the same. He would ask something of me, and I would do it. Never once since joining the cause did I feel threatened by him. Until now. 

I woke up confused, not remembering having laid down in the first place. As my vision cleared, I recognized the basement, dimly lit and empty. The grogginess I had originally woken up to started to fade as I looked down to find I had been completely tied down in the chair I was seated in. That's when I reminded myself of the previous 'mission' I had gone on with the rest of FIT where we had to retreat early to avoid getting caught after I had been the one to draw too much attention to the group. 

Fuck. Kai wasn't anywhere in sight, but I could feel his presence. I had been by his side since day one and I knew all too well how this would end. The sound of his footsteps broke the silence in the room, followed closely by his voice. 

"Now. What am I going to do with you?" I could feel his hot breath tickling the back of my neck as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Divine Ruler. I'm sorry. I really am." I did my best to get out full sentences but every few words I was interrupted by involuntary sniffles. "Good girls don't fail their leaders. I thought you'd learned that by now.." he paused, and I held my breath as I remembered the multiple occasions I had watched others being brutalized for mistakes smaller than the one I had just made. "You know I have to punish you, right? It wouldn't be right for you to get away with screwing up this big." he circled me as I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears and completely unable to respond. "Say something, little lamb." he paused before feigning concern "Aw, are you scared? is that it?" I looked up and nodded my head. "Well, you should be. I'm furious with you. and you know what I'm like when I'm furious at someone." my heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to find the right words to say- if that was at all possible. "Please Kai-" I stop myself midway through using his name, knowing that will only further my punishment "-Divine Ruler, I'm so sorry I am. you know I would never purposely sabotage you, sir" I say as my lips tremble and hot tears begin to stream down my face. He leans in, impossibly close to me before continuing to speak. "How cute. Look at how much you're crying for me when I haven't even hurt you- yet." "Yet..?" I stutter watching a sadistic grin spread across his face. "That's right, little lamb. I haven't decided how I'm going to punish you yet, but there'll be a punishment, I can assure you that much." Another moment of silence as I try and think of some sort of response- to no avail, of course. "Perhaps it's time I really whipped you into shape, little lamb. Maybe then you'll learn how to behave properly like a good little girl would." His tone is cruel and sharp enough to cut glass. I inhaled deeply "Please- Divine Ruler don't you think there isn't any need for that" I looked up at him with doe eyes "I've never failed you before sir it won't happen again- don't I deserve to be let off with a warning" Normally, talking to Kai like this would be a sure-fire way to end up being thrown in a ditch- but I knew deep down he'd be somewhat more lenient with me than the others, considering our relationship. "Oh, you think you deserve to be let off with a warning? Why's that? Because you're my special little lamb, and you've been a good girl up until now?" he pauses with a light chuckle to himself "Well, I'm in a bad mood now, Y/N, so I don't really care what you deserve. I want to punish you, and no amount of pleading and weeping is going to change my mind." he said, with eyes as cold as ice and words as harsh as nails. "I've been such a good girl" I plead with both my tone as well as my eyes "Please baby, I love you" the second sentence I speak in a whisper, knowing Kai would either react extremely negatively to me calling him baby or extremely positively, but no in between. 

To anyone else, it would seem as if he did not react- but I could see his face soften as he soaked in my pleas. He would never admit it, but he liked it when I called him baby. And he liked it even more when I was begging and at his mercy. 

"Baby" my voice quivers as I look up at the man I adore- as well as fear. Kai's expression softens some more, and the cruelty in his eyes has almost completely faded.

"Again."

I take a deep breath of air and try my best to smile sweetly through the tears "Baby, every single thing I do is for you. for us. please" I watch as Kai's breathing becomes heavier. his mouth curls up into an almost predatory smile as he hears my words. "That was perfect," he says, caressing my cheek. I lean into his touch as his thumb circles over my cheekbone. His gaze remains locked on mine, filled with something seeming more like affection than hatred. He continues in a gentler tone "You are my good girl, aren't you?" 

"Of course I am. I would do anything for you." I watch as his grin returns, less sinister and a lot more warm. As fucked up and unhealthy as it was, there isn't anything that turns Kai on more than devotion. 

"Anything?"  

"Anything."

"Good girl," Kai says sweetly as if he had completely forgotten about his earlier anger

"You know what I want from you now, don't you, my little lamb?" I bite my lip, mascara stains my face "Just say the word, and I'll do whatever you want" "Hm... I could still punish you, couldn't I? You failed me when I needed you most.... you've got to atone for that somehow, don't you?" my stomach flips as he leans in even closer to me. "But... maybe I can forgive this time. I am feeling particularly generous today, after all. I've got a better idea."

"Thank you, divine ruler. you really are good to me. please tell me, what idea are you talking about sir" I ask in my softest tone, letting Kai take the rails. "Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart... you know very well what I'm talking about." he draws his hand even lower, moving it up my thigh, slowly inching upward. I throw my head back and hiss slightly as his hand trails up my thigh, a shock of pleasure courses through my body at the small contact he makes. "I'll do whatever you want. I live to serve you. Just please- untie me from the chair, baby" Kai takes a moment to think to himself before he begins unties to me. As the bonds are undone, I can feel the blood rush to my limbs once more, relief washing over me after what seemed like an eternity of suffering.

 "Good girl. Now... get on your knees."

Feel free to give me constructive criticism! I am also thinking of starting a taglist so let me know if you want to be tagged in part two/future fics. Thanks!

[literallygeeway]

intro post!!

name: just call me caleb

age: dont wanna disclose but i am a minor so please dont be weird!!

pronouns: he/they idk

gender: kind of just unlabeled rn it hurts my head too much to think about

sexuality: also unlabeled. i kind of just like anyone in any way it doesnt really matter idk (but i have a beautiful beautiful gf :3)

favourite artist: my chemical romance!!!

other favourite artists: bikini kill, mommy long legs, mitski, bratmobile, cat valley, hell baby, dazey and the scouts, wet leg, skinny girl diet, the muslims, voodoo church, crass, chumbawamba, panic! at the disco (specifically afycso)

other artists i just generally like (yes i love music): sonic youth, le tigre, the julie ruin, pierce the veil, x-ray spex, pleasure venom, olivia jean, necromancy, catholic spit, picture me broken

hobbies: music (i can play bass, guitar, drums and piano), writing, photography, filmmaking, cinematography, drawing, making bracelets (though i need to do it more often)

some other stuff i like also includes: heathers the musical (off broadway) (its the only musical i really like), studio ghibli, the sims 4, omori, undertale, deltarune, stardew valley, ddlc, mouthwashing, doctor who, the umbrella academy, arcane, the owl house, bojack horseman, adventure time and scott pilgrim (the tv show, movie and game - i havent read the graphic novel but want to)

more stuff under the cut - dni, fun facts and some more stuff :3

fun facts!!!

my favourite colour is dark red

my favourite food is sushi

im learning japanese and french

my favourite movies are parasite, everything everywhere all at once and isle of dogs!! my favourite tv shows are i am not okay with this and the end of the f***ing world

i love wes anderson movies!!

i had two fish called flamey and sir bubbles the fishington when i was younger but they both died so i flushed them down the toilet

i collect bottles and cans (mainly ramune bottles and like three cool cans but still), funko pops (i have two gerard way funko pops - the black parade with the facepaint and revenge red tie) and vinyls (mcr, mitski, bikini kill, the muslims and wet leg)

dni!!!

basic dni like homophobic, transphobic, ableist, racist, pro-isreal, islamophobic, etc

mcr haters!! /hj

shipping irl people unless its a joke

transmeds and terfs

people who think trans men cant present femininely and trans women cant present masculinely (im a trans-ish guy who wears skirts sometimes so suck my toe)

people who unironically think gerard way is a trans woman... guys he's said they use he/they pronouns and if he was a trans woman he would probably say something!!

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DO CRYO VISION HOLDERS DESERVE THEIR ELEMENT?

Sorry about how long this took, I told myself that I won't complete this series until I finish and publish another chapter of my fanfic. So I did. Then the exams :,-[

Ok, let's begin.

WHAT IS CRYO?

Cryo is associated with love in Genshin. I believe this comes from the 'the Snow Queen' by Hans Christian Anderson, where shards of a broken mirror corrupts the heart. So I can see an association there…

Ice is used as a preservative which is already perfect for Qiqi.

Ice is pretty, I can make a case for purity, clarity and Knowledge (because of the preservation aspect).

In terms of negative aspects: cold(world shattering idea over here), danger, isolation and slippery(trickster characters or smt)

let's begin.

KAEYA

Pretty boy already has the beauty aspect, however remember that there's more than meets the eye with this man. While I don't believe he's a completely bad person, I do think he could be a pretty dangerous character and so Varka was in the right keep him close.

Of course the slippery aspect works nicely with this man, I will make a case for isolation as well. Even if he does have people he cares about in Mondstadt, the dude that he should be closest to is Diluc, and well...

Also, Kaeya being aware of his role as a spy would further his feelings of isolation. The dude he trusted with that info blew up on him and the only other person we see him genuinely like is Klee.

Him being Kheanrian also allows him an association with the preservation aspect. He was told that his role would be vital for Kheanria.

Kaeya idolises family, he see's it as a very important part of a person's life. This results in one of the few concrete ideals this man exhibits. According to his informant Vile, he doesn't work with people who hurts other's families.

Abandoned by his biological dad [ I don't care if its for a good cause, its still abandonment,] he was adopted by Crepus, who died and had then falling out with his brother. I think we can safely state that he has familial issues.

Received the vision during THE altercation with Diluc. :/

DIONA

Diona's a bartender, and ice is an important part in cocktail mixing. She's open about her goals to dismantle the wine industry so we'll put her under clarity. She plays this cold, i-dont-care-about-you character, which is adorable when a child does it.

Her reasons for toppling down the wine industry is due to her father, the man is a drunk and though he doesn't become violent whilst under the influence, he still worries Diona with this addiction. Also, imagine the responsibilities that child would have. She has to take care of her father when he's in this state. We know she still loves her father though, so she has a complicated family situation.

She got her vision when she went out on a stormy night to find her father after he went missing while drunk.

She definitely loves her father, and her goals come from that love and desire to help him, even if it doesn't solve the root causes of alcoholism.

ROSARIA

Rosaria is cold and pretty isolated. She stays away from the activities of the sisters of Barbathos. She draws away from Mondstadt by being indifferent to the FUCKING ARCHON.

The people she tends to hang around with is Barbara [unwillingly], Kaeya [doesnt really trust him] and Venti[ It's Venti, the dude isn't trustworthy anyways]. Basically, her relationships in the tavern trio is, 'These two fucks are sus as hell so Imma monitor them.'

A brief explanation of her family situation. She was taken in and raised by a group of bandits. After betraying her gang, she had to kill her adoptive father. This is where she gets her vision.

She is taken in by Varka, after her 'family' was taken car of by the knights of favonius. She got the second chance since she was STILL A CHILD.

She stays and serves Mondstadt because she wants to repay the kindness she was shown.

MIKA

[Ok, so I did the research and notes like 2 months ago and I don't remember enough to elaborate on this part and I'm too lazy to go back to research so.... I'm just typing down the notes.]

Familial problems, knowledge, got the vision in a sticky situation, preservation [May come from the fact the my dude's a cartographer.]

EULA

Beautiful, dangerous, cold.

She is forced into isolation by her family and the people of Mondstadt due to her family history which is a fucking crappy thing to do. At least she has people on her side, so she's not completely alone.

I'll make a case of preservation, her family is an important part of Mondstadt's past, even if they were on the wrong side of history. bringing a major clan back this time in a positive light will preserve culture. Girl doesn't even deny her families past.

She got her vision during a low moment of her life, being cast out from Mondtsadt and her clan, unable to trade money for goods and services and left to fend for herself.

QIQI

Preservation because zombie. I guess she could be lonely, but she doesn't notice it that much. Adopted by baizhu. Whatever the FUCK I wrote here.

GANYU

As an adeptus, she has the role and duty of preserving Liyue. She was taken in by Cloud Retainer, and her story quest was her feeling lonely.

CHONGYUN

Reference to the chill you get when encountering spirits? Also his yang energy situation needs to be regulated via cold, so it could just be for mercy.

SHENHE

Obvious case for cold, isolation and danger. She was abandoned by her father and killed the monster she was sacrificed to. The adoptive daughter of Cloud Retainer. She is close with her new family.

AYAKA

Her clan are one of major players in the preservation of Inazuma. Due to her status, she feels isolated from the people she meets.

I'll make a case for Beauty and I've written down purity , which might come from the princess archetype she has going on? [ What was your logic me from two months ago? T-T]

The death of her parents had a toll on her brother, poor dude had to take over a FUCKING CLAN AND THE RESPONSIBILITIES AT THE AGE OF 16. I know Ayaka was also affected by their deaths as bad. And worst of all, one of her major emotional supports can't be close to her during such a hard time in her life.

I'm not saying she has any resentment to her brother or the people he serves, all im saying is that the Kamisato siblings were dealt a bad hand and I want people to appreciate them as much as I do.

I feel a strong case for love, especially towards her brother. Those two are pretty much all they have left.

LAYLA

All I have written down for her is knowledge. I'm gonna add preservation because her sleepy time conscience leaves a mark of her existence in the form of finished assignments.

It's weak, I know.

FREMINET

The knowledge aspect since he's fatus, Isolation [2 months younger me might have noted that due to his depression, hydrate yourselves btw.] I also wrote preservation down, if I wrote the essay down earlier I would've remembered the reason but I didn't and now I'll write more detailed notes, gods damned.

Love toward his siblings in the House of the Hearth, he also received his vision during a mission gone wrong that nearly killed him.

One of the children of the House of the Hearth.

CHARLOTTE

Knowledge, clarity, preservation [pictures], her camera is an act of love from her father.

WRIOTHSLEY

Chill guy. this dude LOVES, like have you played his story quest? have you seen his interactions? OH MY GODS.

Knowledge and Clarity may be a reference to the eyes and ears he has around the Fortress of Merropied.

He took measures to protect the people of Fontaine during the Flood, and he does protect the people of Merropied.

Orphan, taken in by a family, found out later that he was going to be sold, killed his 'parents', sentenced to prison, made new family. :)

CONCLUSION

This one was a lot of guessing and decoding on my end, which is completely on me, my notes should be better.

The broken family before finding a new one trend was interesting to me, it's not all characters but enough to get me wondering.

Is this what the Tsarista feels?

Think about it, maybe she loses her family during the archon war, or she feels disappointed in her first 'family' [ since I doubt a diety associated with love would be oogely-boogely about what the Heavenly Principals have done]. She finds a new family in the form of the harbingers, the leader being a Kheanrian.

Another thing I noticed is a lot of the vision stories I saw was like a helping hand to the users, like, it was granted to show them that there was someone on their side.

They were given a vision when they were the most isolated.

Which I think is sweet. It's loving. Warming my heart as I type this out. The Tsaritsa is going to be an interesting character. I know it.