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theeuniversesays · 2 years

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Are you tired of load shedding? 10 most affordable solar panel solutions for load shedding in South Africa.

The lights go out again. You heave a sigh “EISH!” and try to get comfortable in the darkness. It's become a regular occurrence in recent months - load shedding. It's a term that's become all too familiar in South Africa, and it's not likely to go away anytime soon.

What is Load Shedding

Load shedding is when power utilities deliberately turn off electricity in certain areas to avoid overloading the system. It's a last-resort measure that's often undertaken during times of high demand or when there are problems with the power grid. While load shedding can be a nuisance, it's important to remember that it's done for our safety. An overloaded power grid can lead to blackouts, which can be dangerous. Load shedding usually happens in stages. Stage 1 means that 1 000 MW of power will be shed from the national grid. This can increase to Stage 4, which involves shedding 4 000 MW, and then there are the other stages which we South Africans know a thing or two about.

Load shedding in South Africa is a problem that doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon and more and more South Africans are seeking solutions and alternatives for the seemingly unavoidable blackouts that hit the country daily. At the top of the list of alternatives for load-shedding are solar panels which are also good for the environment and along with alleviating the stress of load shedding, they can also go a long way in reducing your electricity bill. The only problem is that to most South Africans solar panels seem too expensive but it doesn’t have to be that way.

What does a solar panel system consist of?

There are four main compartments required for a fully functioning solar panel system

The Solar Panel

The Battery

A charge controller

A power inverter

The solar panel converts sunlight into electrical energy through photovoltaic (PV) panels that concentrate solar radiation and then generate electricity.

The main weakness of the solar panel is that the sun goes down at night or even during the day, the weather plays a part in how efficient your solar panel is.

That’s where the battery comes in; the battery stores the energy to be used at times when the sun is not providing any energy or enough energy. This allows you to still power your devices and appliances when the solar panels are not generating electricity.

Then we have the charge controller which is necessary to make sure the battery charges efficiently and doesn’t overcharge or undercharge, which can negatively affect the battery.

Lastly, we have the power inverter which is where the magic happens, this is the device that allows you to plug in your home appliances and use the electricity that is being generated from the sun by your solar panel.

Now that you have an idea for a solar panel system we can look into the options available and find a solution for you and your budget.

How much does a solar panel system/kit cost in South Africa?

The answer to that question depends on what you would like to do with your solar system, the more you want to do with the solar system the more you will have to pay.

We would all like to have a solar system in our homes that powers all our home appliances, the lights, geysers and everything else so that we can go completely off-grid and never have to pay Eskom a cent, but that requires a large investment which unfortunately most South Africans can’t afford.

That is why we have found 10 solar system solutions that are more affordable to the masses and will go a long way in reducing the stress of load shedding by powering essential devices like your TV, Wi-Fi router, computer, and more during those 2-3 hours of load shedding that hit our country daily and don’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

Here is a list of 10 affordable solar panel packages for load shedding:

Load Shedding Kit 1

•20W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•7AH 12V BATTERY

•300W INVERTER

•10A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• lights

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• Small TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Printers

• Fan

And more.

Price: R 1 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 2

•30W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•23AH 12V BATTERY

•300W INVERTER

•10A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• lights

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• Small TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Printers

• Fan

• Power tools

And more.

Price: R 2 499.99

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Load Shedding Kit 3

•50W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•29AH 12V BATTERY

•300W INVERTER

•10A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• lights

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• Small to Medium size TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Printers

• Mini Fridge

• Air Cooler

• electric shavers,

• Hair Curling Iron

• Fan

• Sewing Machine

And more.

Price: R 2 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 4

•80W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•39AH 12V BATTERY

•300W INVERTER

•10A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• CFL, LED Lights, Incandescent, and other lights,

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Printers

• Mini Fridge

• Air Cooler,

• electric shavers,

• Hair Curling Iron

• Fan

• Sewing Machine

And more.

Price: R 3 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 5

•100W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•50AH 12V BATTERY

•300W INVERTER

•10A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• CFL, LED Lights, Incandescent, and other lights

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Printers

• Mini Fridge

• Air Cooler,

• electric shavers

• Hair Curling Iron

• Fan

• Electric Blanket

• Sewing Machine

And more.

Price:R 4 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 6

•150W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•100AH 12V BATTERY

•500W INVERTER

•20A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• CFL, LED Lights, Incandescent, and other lights,

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Desktop Computer

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Projector

• Game Console

• Printers

• Small Fridge

• Air Cooler,

• Food Blender

• electric shavers,

• Hair Curling Iron

• Heated Hair Rollers

• Fan

• Electric Blanket

• Sewing Machine

And more.

Price:R 6 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 7

•200W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•200AH 12V BATTERY

•900W INVERTER

•20A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• CFL, LED Lights, Incandescent, and other lights,

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Desktop Computer

• Projector

• Game Console

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Fridge

• printers

• Air Cooler,

• Food Blender

• Pressure Cooker

• electric shavers,

• Hair Curling Iron

• Heated Hair Rollers

• Fan

• Electric Blanket

• Sewing Machine

• Small Washing Machine

And more.

Price:R 9 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 8

•300W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•200AH 12V BATTERY

•1500W INVERTER

•30A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• CFL, LED Lights, Incandescent, and other lights,

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Desktop Computer

• Projector

• Game Console

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Fridge

• printers

• Air Cooler,

• Food Blender

• Pressure Cooker

• electric shavers,

• Hair Curling Iron

• Heated Hair Rollers

• Fan

• Electric Blanket

• Electric Drill

• Sewing Machine

• Vacuum Cleaner

• Small Washing Machine

And more.

Price: R 11 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 9

•360W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•300AH 12V BATTERY

•2000W INVERTER

•30A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• CFL, LED Lights, Incandescent, and other lights,

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Desktop Computer

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Projector

• Home Sound System

• Game Console

• Printers

• Fridge

• Air Cooler,

• Food Blender

• Pressure Cooker

• electric shavers,

• Hair Curling Iron

• Heated Hair Rollers

• Fan

• Electric Blanket

• Microwave

• Steam Iron

• Heater

• Kettle

• Electric Iron

• Coffee Maker

• Air Fryer

• Electric Drill

• Sewing Machine

• Vacuum Cleaner

• Medium sized Washing Machine

And more.

Price: R 14 999.99

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Load Shedding Kit 10

•545W 12V SOLAR PANEL

•400AH 12V BATTERY

•3000W INVERTER

•50A 12V CHARGE CONTROLLER

What can you run during load shedding with this package?

• CFL, LED Lights, Incandescent, and other lights

• Charge Phones & Tablets

• TV

• Decoder & DVD Player

• Laptop,

• Desktop Computer

• Wi-Fi router

• Radio

• Home Sound System

• Printers

• Game Console

• Projector

• Fridge

• Air Cooler,

• Food Blender

• Pressure Cooker

• electric shavers,

• Hair Curling Iron

• Hair Blow Dryer

• Heated Hair Rollers

• Fan

• Electric Blanket

• Microwave

• Steam Iron

• Heater

• Kettle

• Electric Iron

• Coffee Maker

• Air Fryer

• Electric Drill

• Corded Electric Handheld Leaf Blower

• Sewing Machine

• Steam Iron

• Vacuum Cleaner

• Washing Machine

And more.

Price: R 19 999.99

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Conclusion

Load shedding does not have to be such a big problem for you, there is a solution and a better way to live. Now you know that Solar Panel systems don’t have to break the bank and cost tens of thousands, you can get yourself an affordable kit from www.solarpanelsa.co.za and be able to stay connected during load shedding. Your house can be one of those houses whose lights are on during load shedding while every other house on your street remains in the dark. These solutions won’t enable you to go completely off-grid and never have to pay for electricity, but they will take away the stress of blackouts and stressing about load-shedding schedules and even reduce your electricity bill.

To find out more about Load shedding kits click here

Feel free to give us a shout if you have any questions on solar panel solutions, and we will shed light on your darkness.

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therainscene · 10 months

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I think I might have figured out what the Mind Flayer really is.

This theory has been percolating in my brain for a while now; it hasn't really finished baking yet but I wanted to get the gist of it down before The First Shadow debuts.

Let’s begin at the Hawkins National Lab, 6th November 1983. For the second time in her young life, El faces terrifying and deeply traumatic circumstances which cause her powers to lash out and rip a gash in the fabric of reality.

Meanwhile, across town, Will is doing what every queer 12 year-old has done and finds an excuse to spend an extra moment alone with his crush.

His little gay heart is as aflutter as the garage lights.

(Strange, that. The lights, I mean -- considering that he's on the other side of town from the lab. Do you suppose the Demogorgon trekked all the way to Mike's house and quietly followed him home again?)

Will heads home, lost in thought as he cycles past the lab. Is he thinking about how sweet his new X-Men #134 is gonna be? Or is he thinking about something even sweeter? The lights flutter again.

And something in front of him notices.

Will has always been noticeable: his clothes, his mannerisms, his interests -- they've always attracted the attentions of bullies. Now something new -- or maybe something that was always there and is only now making itself known -- has attracted the attentions of a monster.

He runs home, he calls for help, but he's alone, there's no escape. He races to the shed and loads a gun like his father taught him -- but it's not in his nature to be violent. He freezes, petrified.

The lights surge as his terror wrestles control of his powers and uses them to puncture an escape route in the fabric of reality.

Why were we so quick to believe that the Demogorgon -- a minion of the guy whose whole thing is his inability to open gates -- was able to open its own temporary portals in S1 and then never again?

Will could plausibly have been responsible for every temporary portal in S1: he’s at the Byers house when the Demogorgon pushes through its walls; he's on the run to Castle Byers when Nancy stumbles across that portal in the woods; and he's plugged in to one of Vecna's vines during the finale -- something we see Vecna plug himself into when he remotely opens gates in S4.

There’s one exception though.

Barb likely slipped through a gate in Steve's pool, but how could Will have opened that one when he was in his bedroom at the time, talking to his mother through the lights?

Let me ask you this: isn't it interesting that of all the injuries Barb could have obtained in her passage to the Upside Down, she got a nosebleed?

I think powers are more common than we’ve been led to believe, and gates are a last-ditch self-defense mechanism for anyone with powers.

This is why the four curse victims’ deaths opened a gate: Vecna pushed them to their breaking point to artificially trigger the self-defense response. Those headaches and nosebleeds weren't caused by Vecna directly, but by their own powers acting up as they inched towards oblivion.

[Shoutout to @givehimthemedicine's underrated powers and blood theory for the idea of Vecna's Curse being the overcharging of his victims' own powers.]

It was already pretty obvious that Vecna's Curse is a metaphor for suicide, and this theory reinforces it: every kid who gets targeted by the horrors of Hawkins for being "different" tries to find some way to escape.

Willel's misfortune is that their powers are considerably more easily manifested than the average person's. Byler tells the story of visible vs invisible queerness, but that's just a reflection of the larger theme at play in the show: the visible and invisible ways kids are othered and abused.

Max's trauma was a quiet thing that came from within and festered until it was almost too late to save her... but Willel's trauma manifests as a giant monster that openly hunts them down.

And I'm being literal when I say the Mind Flayer is a manifestation of their trauma.

We know that Vecna fashioned the Mind Flayer from a cloud of black particles he found in the Upside Down, but where did that cloud come from? The Upside Down is a mysterious enough place that it's easy to assume the Shadow is native to that realm... but what if it isn't?

The Mind Flayer is heavily associated with repression -- Will gradually lost his memories while he was possessed, and El lost her powers when the sliver of Flesh Flayer wormed its way into her leg.

But Will has mysteriously been without powers ever since leaving the Upside Down, and we've seen El lose memories too: her memories of surviving the lab massacre, in which she didn't simply escape by opening up a gate, but by disintegrating her attacker into black particles.

The Mind Flayer doesn't cause repression -- it is repression.

There must have been countless generations worth of traumatized children who took the extra step El did and sent their abusers -- or at least their memories of abuse -- into that hidden realm beyond the gate.

(There's also the possibility that Mr. Time-is-Just-a-Social-Construct is stuck in a time loop of some sort -- maybe the massacre has repeated hundreds of times, and Dimension X is a timeless graveyard of El's attempts to repress her trauma. This would explain why Henry seems to have both disintegrated and survived: we were watching at least two different iterations of the massacre all along.)

Whichever way you slice it, it's a perfect fit: the tool Vecna uses to perpetuate the cycle of abuse isn't some bizarro alien from an alternate dimension, but a direct consequence of the cycle itself.

The Mind Flayer tells us that escape alone doesn't work as a long-term solution: it might help you survive the initial abuse, but if you don't address the effect it had on you...

...it will come back to wreck havok.

[Edit: Click here for post-TFS thoughts on this theory]

#stranger things #will has powers #willel #byler #will byers #el hopper #max mayfield #barb holland #henry creel #mind flayer #my analysis

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misstycloud · 7 months

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How to stop your husband from being weird: situation one- digging in the middle of the night.

One of the things that I have noticed about my dear husband, Arlo (bless his soul), is the constant digging in our backyard; he leaves in the middle of the night and when I dare glance out the window, I see him. His back is always facing towards me, so I can’t get a good look at his face. He is a very expressive person and I can tell what he thinks from simply looking at his face, hence why this is somewhat concerning.

Had I known that my dearest would wake up during ungodly hours of the night, get dressed, fetch the garden tools from the shed, and then proceed to dig a massive hole, then maybe I would have hesitated to say ‘yes’. (Do not be worried, I love my husband deeply and this was just a little joke.)

Joke aside, it is still very annoying. Does he not know this will keep me awake too? I have work to do and I can’t keep on going if my sleep is this disturbed. I would have to be some sort of abomination- a vampire perhaps?

That is not all; I find dirt particles inside our house; I clean for nothing apparently.

I have tried bringing this up(somewhat hard to ask your spouse why they are leaving you all cold and lonely in the middle of the night) with Arlo, but every time he changed the subject. The audacity! He even asks me if I’m ill and is in need of a doctor. I tell him ‘I am quite fine thank you very much!’ and remind him my eyesight is good, I’m not imagining things and I know he’s been up to something in the yard. I also know he’s not preparing to pot new plants for summer so he better not try that with me.

Last time I tried prying the answer out of him, he finally relented and gave me what I wanted.

His explanation: I have been finding a lot of roadkill and other deceased animals lately. I didn’t want you to have to see it. You know I work so many hours, I don’t have time during the day, that’s why I bury them at night. It’s horrible, but understandable since they’re rebuilding the library and trucks loaded with materials drive by often.

Whether I believe this explanation or not doesn’t matter. There is factor agreeing with his explanation and there are ones that goes agaisnt it.

Those vouching for him: it is true that trucks drive by often these days since the library really did catch on fire recently. It was an unfortunate accident casued(according to the police) by some teenagers. They played around with a lighter and things escalated beyond their control. The saddest part is that I can’t go to the library anymore, I suppose I’ll have to find new hobbies to entertain myself until the library is rebuilt and restocked with books. Another thing is that I do like animals and it definitively wouldn’t be fun to see a run-over one in real life. My husband is very caring and wouldn’t expose me to something he knows I hate, therefore it makes sense for him to bury them in secret. Besides, his job is demanding and he actually wouldn’t be able to do so in the day.

All of this form one solution that is: burying the dead animals in secret from his wife(me) during nighttime as to not disturb me or his work hours. (If we look away from the fact I wake when he does)

Factors indicating he’s lying: how come I have never found a roadkill if they are so common nowadays? It’s unusual for him to come home before me, and if he’s that busy with work, it wouldn’t make sense for him to find all of them before I’ve even caught a whiff of something foul nearby. You see what I mean? Secondly, there is not reason why he should be the one doing all this work. Surely there are professionals dealing with here things? In that case then he should call them instead and tell those truck-drivers to be more careful.

Ultimately this is very suspicious, but what else can I do? Statistically, there is a high chance(I believe?) that your husband will have at least one weird hobby. I will have to live with that and I have said to him ‘I love you more than anything and if this is something you wish to do then o won’t question you.’

He was almost in tears, it was adorable. He said, ‘Yes, my love, thank you. I also love you more than anything in this world and I would be damned if something came between us.’

Afterwards I lectured him on not bringing in dirt in the house again, though. This was his answer: of course not, my darling!

To summarise this incident: my husband still visits the outdoors at night, however not as often as before. I warned him, too, of being careful because a bunch of men have been going missing lately and I’d be devastated if his name came up on of of those reports. I shouldn’t say this- but I will- I’m kind of happy those men are gone. I recognised their names and/or faces from the papers, you see. It turns out that all of them were ones I’d met previously. I won’t bore you with the details, but they weren’t pleasant encounters.

Everyday I have checked the floor for dirt and have found none. This is very good news for my ‘cleaning-spirit’. Whenever I feel Arlo leaving the bed I have decided to relax my mind and go back to sleep again. Then, if I’m still half-awake, I will feel him laying down beside me once more and together we drift off to dreamland.

The lesson I learned from this is that you don’t have to ‘fix’ everything about your partner, and they are allowed to have their special hobbies. There is a difference if you’re being harmed in the process, though. If that’s the case then you should immediately speak up about it and you compromise. Remember, communication is key!

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Written by: (Y/n) (L/n)

#male yandere #oc #obsessed #yandere oc #possesive #misstycloud oc #Arlo oc #yandere husband x wife reader #How to stop your husband from being weird

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gok1bvri72 · 1 year

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Lyney and Lynette's death lines cut me deep.... I needed to make this to make me feel better....

TW: Serious injuries not described graphically however, Reader gets emotionally traumatized, the twins almost died but they survive, Reader cries a whole shit load, blood is mentioned a lot, Traveller is Lumine, Lyney x Reader content, Reader is implied to be female and uses she/her pronouns.

I made this at 1 am any errors are because I made this instead of sleeping.

It had all happened so quickly... one moment you and your closest friends were collecting seashells and the next a concentrated horned crocodile bursts out of the waves tackling Lynette to the ground in a bloody spray of crimson. You and Lyney tried to fight it off but not for seeing the attack none of you had weapons. You thought this beach was safe.... If the traveller hadn't showed up with her party you are sure that you and the magicians would had been done for...

You had never noticed how pristinely white the walls of the infirmary were until now. However, that's probably because you were usually never there unless you yourself were injured. So you suppose you just never noticed. The smell of the place was also quite strong, it was unmistakable and always brought you mixed feelings. Feelings of anxiety for needing to be near those smells at all, but, also some hope.

That's what you needed right now.

You sat inbetween the beds of your blonde friends who had been so graciously placed in the same room together by the staff. You had already, for the most part, recovered from most of your minor wounds leaving just your more serious ones to heal. Left with a cracked rib and a broken arm you were 100% set for full recovery. You weren't sure if the same was to be said about Lyney and Lynette though....

Both had received major injuries to their heads and neither had woken up yet. It had been 3 days since that evening. You hadn't left their room since you came in, nurses failing to bend your stubborn iron resolve and just bringing you food. You didn't want to leave them alone. The inner pessimist in you and your anxieties kept you locked there. What if they didn't wake up? What if they passed on leaving you behind? You at least wished to be with them if that were to happen.

You looked down upon Lyney's bandaged face. His make-up had long since been removed and his hair was a curly mess. Same could be said about Lynette's hair but to a lesser extent. Both had bandages wired around their heads and purple blotches that left a sour taste in your mouth. Seeing your two closest friends in this state made your stomach ache horridly.

Gently, you took Lyney's hand into yours. A frown was spread across your delicate features as you ran your thumb across the blonde's exposed knuckles gently. They were so soft. It's a shame he always hides them underneath his gloves.

(("Lyney, Lynette. Please wake up soon. I'm not sure what I w-would do without you guys..."))

Your lip began to quiver again. You had already long since shed many tears over your friends' current states but you felt as if your tear ducts were overloaded tea cups on the brink of shattering.

(("I l-love you guys so much- please d-don't leave me."))

You kept your voice as quiet as you could, not wanting to disturb other patients in the neighbouring rooms who could possibly be sleeping. However, you couldn't control your voice cracking every other word and the pitchiness of it.

Leaning your head of (H/C) hair onto Lyney's bed beside him, you once again began to cry. You didn't want to soak his sheets with your tears however so you made sure to cry into the arm that wasn't holding the magician's soft hand.

(("You shouldn't cry chérie, we wouldn't want you to get a headache now would we?"))

A familiar voice spoke a name only one person who walked the lands of Teyvat would refer to you as. Sitting up abruptly, you lock eyes with soft lilac ones and a gentle smile. Lyney had woken up. His voice was strained and it sounded as if he struggled to speak though.

(("Lyn..ey?"))

You felt your eyes begin to water again as more crystalline, salty tears began to drip down your rosey cheeks once more. Your breathing became uneven as your crying made it hard to.

(("Lyney- Lyney pl-please never do that again l-lets never go b-back there again Lyney I c-can't live with- without you or L-Lynette please-"))

You choked out between strained breaths and sobs. Lyney gently brought one of his delicate hands up to one if your tear-stained cheeks, carefully caressing it. You quickly leaned into like a feline would, accepting any form of reminder that he was alive and recovering, albeit slowly.

(("Mon précieux, it'll be alright."))

His lavender eyes held nothing but a loving reassurance in them, backing his words. Nothing else was spoken between the two of you for a long time aside from your sobs and the occasional 'Lyney' between them. This lasted for a while, a long while. You had wound up crying yourself to sleep on Lyney's lap as he gently stroked your head.

This is when Lynette began to stir.

(("L-Lyney?? (Y/N)? What happened?"))

Her voice was thankfully still mostly in tact it appears. Lyney spoke softly, answering her question,

(("Horned crocodile attack. I presume we've been out for several days but it's hard to tell. If (Y/N)'s reaction is anything to go off of, however, I would assume it's at least been 2-3 days."))

Lynette looked towards your sleeping figure, relief of your safety washing over her. Your tear stained face and multiple bandages were a little worrying but you were alive and healing regardless.

(("Is she alright?"))

The girl asked her brother who nodded in response,

(("She'll be overjoyed when she learns that you have awaken as well dear sister."))

#adelita writes #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #soft lyney #lyney #lyney and lynette #lynette #soft lynette #genshin lynette #genshin comfort

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 5 months

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A Danish Werewolf in The City

The First Taste - part 2

Note: life's full of surprises, huh? once again, this fic was getting out of hand, so I had to split it up once more and this chapter is now 3 parts long. And as promised, the ending & smut part of it will be out tomorrow. For now, I hope you enjoy this! Special thanks to @foxyanon for reading a tiny part as a way of helping me out.

previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3.1

Pairing: werewolf!Sihtric x you (f)

Warnings: 18+, angst/horror fic.

Wordcount: 2,7k

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After his relentless vampire killing spree, which had lasted up to several months, Sihtric realised he needed to calm down before accidentally sparking the interest of werewolf hunters or other observing folk around.

He had earned quite some new scars during his slaughters, some of which were hard to hide on a warm summer day. And the last thing Sihtric wanted was having to move towns because his beast identity had been discovered. He knew he'd be chased away, or worse, being hunted down and tortured before being brutally murdered. And the people would most likely make a fancy rug out of his fur and use his decapitated wolf's head as a laughingstock to scare children with. These weren't medieval times, but once a creature was discovered living amongst regular humans, people tended to slip into a state of primaeval panic. So he began to lay low as the Moon cycle continued, and that's when he made a list of everything he'd need to restore the shed.

His shed was ordinary on the outside, like any other backyard shed around his neighbourhood, but the inside of it was something else. Inside, the wooden walls of which the shed was made, were hidden behind a firm layer of steel that would be impossible to break out of and, most importantly, were sound proof. Furthermore, the cabin was completely empty inside, apart from a chair in the middle which resembled those used as electric chairs in prisons. The design had been picked on purpose, as he could be easily restrained in it with metal chains, which a pack member would always help him with, and because his monthly involuntary transformation felt like something he should be punished for.

As Sihtric had his shifting under control, he usually didn't need to be fully restrained and mainly did it as a precaution every month, not wanting to become a killing machine. But after he had decided several Moons ago to rip off all the chains from the chair, floor and ceiling, to completely let his werewolf form go in order to slay those vampires while he was hurting, thus making the shed completely unusable for the sole purpose it had been built, he now felt that he needed to be fully chained up again to restore the balance inside of him. The full Moon made everyone act out, even humans and other animals, not just the werewolves, but it simply affected the latter more than the average breathing being. And since Sihtric did not want to become a target by hunters, townsfolk or any other creature of the night, he knew he had to be quick to fix up his enclosure. And as he only had three days left before he would already start to feel the effect of the waxing Moon, as she would be almost fully round, he headed to the hardware store.

Sihtric strolled through the store with a shopping cart, agitated by one of its wheels as it malfunctioned and abruptly brought the cart to an awkward halt every now and then with a loud squeak that hurt his ears and drew attention. He cursed under his breath as he fought with the cart while he searched for the materials he needed. The full Moon wasn't here yet, but Sihtric was already more sensitive than during the other moon phases, and he kicked the cart's wheel in his frustration when it blocked once again and caused him to bump into the cart. To his delight, he quickly found the aisle he was searching for, and he loaded the limp cart with several heavy metal chains, as well as the tools he needed to secure them again.

And it was then, when he wanted to struggle with the cart to the self checkout, that he suddenly froze as he caught a familiar scent closeby that made his heart skip several beats.

You gritted your teeth as you searched for a specific colour of paint. Months had passed since Sihtric had scratched up the paint job on the outside of your windowsill, and you couldn't bear to look at it anymore. It was horrible, the claw markings clearly visibly as they had left dark scratches on the white surface. The fact that those scratches were there was not even the worst part of it all. No, the worst of it was that you knew you had to repaint the entire outside part of your house after touching up the scratches, because it had been a while since you had applied the paint, and the white had turned a rather light grey overtime.

You internally cursed your werewolf ex-boyfriend as you roamed past the various shades of paint. It had been months, but you still loved Sihtric, and in truth you knew it was going to be hard to remove the last physical memory you had of him. To make matters worse, you finally spotted the paint you were looking for at the top shelf, which you couldn't possibly reach. You sighed, clearly annoyed, and looked around for an employee who could help you, but it seemed they were all on their lunch breaks. You groaned as you wanted to make your way back to the paint aisle, but stopped when you spotted a man who looked tall enough to reach that top shelf. He had his back turned to you as he seemed to stare down into his shopping cart, and you cleared your throat as you walked up to him.

'Excuse me,' you chuckled awkwardly, 'could you maybe help me-'

You immediately stopped talking when the man turned around, and it felt as if the ground beneath your feet crumbled away. You stopped breathing as you studied him, for he looked so different. The man was handsome, so very handsome, with his well kept goatee and interesting haircut; dark curls on one side while the other half was shaved. For a moment you figured it couldn't possibly be him, but those mismatched eyes were undoubtedly the same you had looked into various mornings.

'S… Sihtric?' you managed to breathe as your cheeks warmed up.

He stared at you, dead silent, while his Adam's apple bopped in his throat as he swallowed hard before he finally opened his mouth to speak after what felt like forever.

'I… I,' he stammered with a shaky voice, 'I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else.'

He quickly averted his eyes and turned on his heels, ready to push his cart and leave the store as fast as he could. But the cart stalled again as the limp wheel refused to cooperate, and forced him to suffer being around your presence a little longer. Your scent drove him mad, in every possible way, and he felt a mild panic inside of him. You were fast to grab his arm and stepped around to face him.

'Sihtric,' you said again, fully convinced this time as his voice had betrayed him too, 'please… I… I've been thinking of you,' you blurted out.

Your eyes darted over his face while he just stood there, nailed to the ground and clearly at war with himself, fighting urges inside of him. You took in his new look while he dared to bring his eyes back onto you, his new haircut was bold and strange, but you couldn't deny he made your heart beat just as fast as the first time you had met him.

'I've been thinking of you every day,' you said as you finally released his arm, 'have… have you been thinking of me?'

Sihtric looked down at his feet, then showed a quick pained and broken smile as he shrugged lightly.

'Of course,' he half mumbled and shyly rubbed his arm, 'of course I have. You're… you're all I think of, still.'

You smiled faintly and felt your cheeks heat up again. You stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. Part of you wanted to slap his face for telling you to get out of his life and break your heart, and the other part of you wanted to grab his face and kiss him, stumbling into the shelves and making out steamingly on the floor of the hardware store for everyone to see. But you did neither of those things.

'Where have you been?' you asked, breaking the long silence, 'I heard you quit at the vet a little while ago.'

'I didn't quit,' Sihtric said softly, 'I'm on temporary leave.'

'But why?'

'I just, I don't know. I had to take care of things.'

'I see,' you nodded, still confused by his vague answer, and then you looked into his cart, 'so, eh, renovating?'

'Something like that,' he chuckled faintly, 'what brings you here?'

'I need paint, but I can't reach it…'

Sihtric broke into a genuine smile and followed you to grab you the bucket of paint.

'Renovating?' he jested.

'Something like that,' you smiled, 'you left some… marks. I haven't gotten around to fix that up yet.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, immediately tormented again by the horrible night, and he sighed as a sense of panic crept up once more, 'well, look… I just… I-I have to go-'

'Sihtric, please,' you stopped him again, 'please. I'm worried about you. And I…,' you swallowed hard and half whispered, 'I miss you. I really fucking miss you.'

Sihtric stared at you, the tears glistened in his eyes as he sniffed and scratched his goatee in an attempt to hide his emotions.

'I miss you too,' he mumbled.

'Can we talk, please? Not here, not right now. But can we meet up somewhere later?'

Sihtric wasn't sure about your offer. He desperately wanted to talk to you and be close to you again, but he was afraid it would only make his unhealed wounds deeper as he still loved you with all his heart. You suggested to meet at a pub later that evening, but as you left the store with trembling hands, you still weren't sure if he was going to show up.

You waited outside the pub and hoped Sihtric would show, otherwise you'd look like a fool waiting at the door for twenty minutes already. The place was crowded inside, as were the streets, and suddenly your eye caught the Moon as she crept up the darkened sky when you looked up. You began to feel nervous, reminiscing over everything that had happened prior to your break-up, and you wondered if maybe it had been a mistake to try and see where you and Sihtric stood right now.

You would never deny that you were still in love with him, and had been all this time, despite the horrors and gruesome truths you had discovered about him and his being. If anything, you understand his werewolf identity more now after all the research you had done, and it even had gotten as far as sparking a new curiosity inside of you. But before you could disappear into your newfound interest, you were startled when Sihtric suddenly stood behind you and spoke softly in your ear.

'Caught you,' he chuckled softly with a hint of darkness.

But the mischief quickly fell off his face when you turned around, and he once again remembered what he had lost that night in the woods; you. You and that smile of yours, the one you flashed him now upon seeing him. The smile that made him weak instantly and made him want to cup your cheeks and nuzzle your nose softly in between peppering you with kisses all over. He'd do anything to be able to do that again. He'd try every other superstition that could potentially break his werewolf curse that he hadn't tried yet, no matter how gruesome, no matter the cost. If only he could have you again and love you like no other living being ever could.

'Hey,' you smiled, relieved, 'I wasn't sure if you were going to show.'

'Neither was I,' Sihtric confessed.

You noticed he avoided eye contact, and the sudden trembling of his lower lip betrayed the fact he was on the verge of tears.

'Well,' you broke the painful silence, 'can I… at least get a hug?'

Sihtric shrugged lightly and scrunched his nose as he sniffed, then held his arms open and invited you in his embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to sink in his warm and strong arms which you had dreamt of nearly every night.

'I've missed your arms around me,' you murmured in his ear.

You fought your own tears now while you heard Sihtric sniffle quietly, and his grip suddenly tightened as his chest heaved up and down fast, as if a state of panic had captured him.

'I… I-,' he stammered with a shaky voice, 'I just can't breathe without you. It feels as if I can't breathe without you,' he almost wheezed, 'I… I need… I just need you.'

You tried to step back, wanting to look at him as you could sense he started to slip further into an abrupt form of panic, but you couldn't get out of his grip. A sudden low growl started to sound from deep down his throat, while his heavy breaths slowly changed into murmured grunts.

His head was spinning as the intensity of every sound, sight and smell around him grew stronger, slowly driving him mad as his ears were ringing. His clothes felt too tight, the street lanterns and pub signs were too bright and the people too loud. But even louder was the buzzing of his own blood in his ears, as well as the sound of your beating heart inside your chest, and he suddenly bared his teeth with a silent snarl as you managed to take a step back. You took his face while his hands found your waist, squeezing you firmly but not all unpleasant, and you forced eye contact as you spoke to him as soothingly as possibly.

'Sihtric? Sihtric listen to me. You need to calm down,' you said compassionately, but not without fright as his mismatched eyes occasionally glowed, 'just breathe. You can breathe, I promise. I'm here… I'm here, okay?' you said with a soft sob, 'I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?'

While Sihtric fought his urge to shift, as his emotions were almost unbearable and he just wanted to hide, you managed to gradually calm him down and suggested you'd go for a walk instead of a drink at the pub. You worried that any slight cause of frustration might tip Sihtric over the edge, thus shifting into a gigantic werewolf and tearing up the place as well as everyone in it, which was the absolute last thing you wanted. You took his hands and pulled him with you, out of the busy street and near the entrance of a quiet and dark alley where you sat down on a public bench that overlooked the river which ran through the darkened city.

Sihtric calmed down while his trembling hands held yours, and he finally dared to look at you again as he stopped fighting his tears.

'Pushing you away from me was the biggest mistake of my life,' he spoke softly, with a broken voice, 'I thought it would be better for you, but it's… and maybe it was, but for me-' he stopped and buried his face in his hands while he cried.

You wrapped your arms around his jerking shoulders, letting your tears run freely along with his, and you told him you understood why he had pushed you away and that walking out on him was your biggest regret too. You told him that after the split you had started researching his wolf being, and that you understood him so much better now and everything that came with it. Sihtric felt relieved to hear that it seemed you had accepted his darker side, but he dreaded telling you what he had been up to while you were broken up…

'Have you been with someone else?' he eventually asked as both your tears had dried.

'What?' you scoffed, 'oh, please. As if you couldn't smell.'

'I could,' Sihtric admitted with a chuckle, 'but have you?'

'I haven't,' you rolled your eyes with a soft smile, 'what about you?'

'Really?' he frowned and feigned offence.

'Look, I know your sex drive, Sihtric,' you shrugged, 'so I'm just asking.'

'Well, I haven't been with anyone else,' Sihtric sighed, 'I mean… no one wants to be with a monster, do they?'

You sat in silence for a long time, just staring out into the darkness together, until you took his hand again and said, 'It was a mistake to break up, wasn't it?'

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8th House Placements : Astro Observations

The passion, the secrets, the occult, and the dire need to be with one another can be strong in this house. The 8th house is a special house where all things dark can be brought to the light on a regular day to day basis. With just yourself, it can be powerful yet vulnerable. Dark yet sexy, chaotic but somehow controllable. Its a pretty interesting house.

HOUSE PLACEMENTS:

Neptune in the 8th house can go through loads of spiritual transformations with their vision/third eye. Like the veil is super thin with them already, however with time they go through a process where it becomes the norm to see pretty strange things. Dreams are always on 10, and theres always a message about secrets/occult knowledge in them from time to time. They could learn things they shouldn't know about people in this house through the process of astral travel & dreams. psychic abilities are usually being an oracle, a seer or medium.

Uranus 8th house can get loads of insight in the most craziest circumstances. Near death experiences can happen but isn't always likely. If this does happen however, they can have extreme eureka moments. Life flashing before their guys and seeing their future. They could suddenly see different ways on how to shift realities. These people may have dreams of quantum leaping, seeing themselves in different dimensions and having experiences where it may feel like 'it didnt happen' to others so they'll keep quiet about it.

Moon in the 8th house individuals can have extreme psychological warfare if they do not come to terms with their shadow. It is a lot harder for these individuals at times however it will become their biggest strength if they look deeper into the subconscious/unconscious for any traumas that need healing.

Sun In the 8th house is truly secretive like no other. With this placement it allows them to be mysterious even when they are opening up to people because their aura is normally shielded from other peoples. This is a natural thing that they do and its not something id say they can really turn off. Their personal power comes from shedding light on the dark things in their reality and this truly scares others with the things they know.

Sun in the 8th house are the children of the underworld, so whatever is chaotic and 'scary' to some its what makes them unique. Truly some interesting people when you meet them.

They dont care to show off as much but still have huge fan bases, lovers, crushes, etc that want to know everything about them. May show you just a DROP of whats going on in their life however it can seem like you know them from that small little detail. ;)

Moon in the 8th house have powerful personas, can sense information from just being in the room. If they're too open to this gift they may start to go crazy a little, because it can be too much information at once. Like an empath (which most are) it can start to be overwhelming to them. This is another way the psychological warfare can happen, taking in too many energies at once from other people while always dealing with the things their currently going through.

Venus and Mars in the 8th House can have loads of jealous people around them, so they'll be pretty closed off from time to time. Once they let someone in its like the person gets crazy obsessed with them. Eventually they start to realize people want to be around them so they can figure them out and see whats so mysterious about them. So another reason why they'll end up being secretive because no one truly wants to know them, just want to experience them to get more information.

Venus in the 8th house can have mimickers trying to play their persona and it truly doesnt work the way they think it does. Can sense when someone is off right away, Mars in the 8th might question for a little but eventually they'll figure out something was off about them'.

Venus in the 8th house individuals can be enticing to be around, their sensual energy exudes to high levels and can make people obsessed with them for a while. They could have a whole fan base just off their personalities alone. Materialistic pleasures can come easily to them if they let go of the need to do everything on their own, its easy to succumb to doing things yourself since people have tried to use you and take power over you from just giving you things. So it makes sense why they would rather be independent than to let others give them things especially money. Could have older partners who can help them achieve a certain lifestyle.

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Simon was fiddling with his balaclava. The fabric was coarse and suffocating. It stuck to his skin, causing a persistent itch that seemed to spread across his face. He had to resist the urge to yank it off. Matt has seen his face, but with a little bit of luck, he might have knocked that image out of his head when he beat him up, and if he keeps his features hidden, Matt might not remember him by the end of all of this.

Matt was awake. His face was smeared with dried blood, his nose was broken, and his clothes were ripped. He was locked in the cell, which was in the damp basement of the old shed. Simon refused to engage in conversation, leaving Matt to stew in his fear. However, Matt was far from docile. He banged on the bars, threw his body against them, and did everything he could to draw Simon’s attention. He even tried to negotiate his release, foolishly hoping that words could somehow set him free.

“What the hell do you want from me?!” At first, Matt was timid and sat in the dark corner, too terrified to even raise his head. But as Simon continued his ominous silence, it gave him the confidence to speak, which eventually led to him yelling and shouting. He lashed out, and his fear turned into anger. “Is it the money you need? I’m loaded... my family is flush with cash!” At this point, he was practically tearing his hair out. “Just let me out and... and I swear to you, I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone. Fuck, I’ll even pay you. Just name your price and let me go”

Simon bought this property many years ago. However, it had been just as long since he last set foot in this old, weathered shed. He used this place to control his urges when his impulses would drive him astray. Whenever he found himself in a mess of his own making — a situation that seemed impossible to resolve — this shed allowed him to slow down, pause and think, and figure a way out.

Admittedly, most, if not all, people who found themselves in a similar situation as Matt’s, trapped in a cold cell, did not get out of here alive. But Simon wanted to believe that this time, it would end differently. Killing Matt, no matter how much of a scumbag he was, would upset you, and Simon didn’t want to do anything that could cause you pain.

“Shut up!” Simon eventually roared, unable to endure Matt’s incessant whining for a moment longer. He had been trying to unlock Matt’s phone for the past half hour, but he couldn’t figure out the passcode, and he was sick of having to wait every time his guess was incorrect. “How do I unlock your phone?”

Matt hesitated, his cheeks squished between the bars. His eyes darted to the phone in Simon’s hand. But as Simon rose to his feet, Matt immediately took a step back and blurted out a sequence of numbers and random letters. Simon sat back down and entered the password. The phone unlocked.

Simon started looking through the contents of it. His eyes were drawn to a series of notifications that littered the screen. There were two missed calls and five unread messages. None seemed important, except for a text from someone named Carl, who appeared to be furious because Matt hadn’t shown up at work. In an attempt to maintain the illusion of normality, Simon responded. Pretending to be Matt, he explained he needed to take a few days off because he was feeling unwell after a heavy night out.

Simon realised that it was important to preserve the impression that Matt had not disappeared.

Once that was done, he swiftly navigated to the conversation thread between you and Matt. This was, after all, the primary reason he had this phone. Simon wanted to know what it was Matt says to you, what he tells you to make you fall at his feet. Yet, to his surprise, there were merely a handful of text exchanges. Most of them were from Matt, asking if you were free, if you were at home, and if he could come over.

He then clicked on the gallery. It was filled with many pictures of Matt with a different woman by his side each time. Also, there were two or three shots of his dick, which Simon scoffed at (and which made him grow confident, knowing there was no way he could please you with that tiny thing). As he tried to erase those haunted images from his mind, he stumbled upon something that piqued his interest and ignited a flame of anger within him.

Matt has taken multiple pictures of you. In all of them, you were asleep, completely oblivious that a camera was pointed at you. If it had been Simon who had captured these, he would have paused, perhaps even taken the time to admire them. But knowing that Matt had taken these without your consent infuriated him. Simon’s grasp on the phone became so tight, his fingers pressing into the device with such force that he was on the brink of shattering the screen.

Simon was buried so deep in his thoughts that it took a long time for Matt’s muted voice, as he talked to himself, to reach his ears. Simon didn’t raise his head to look at him, but he paused to listen.

“... if I’d known this night was going to end like this... Fuck, I would never... ever have gone to see that bitch and got drunk... I—”

“Don’t call her like that unless you want me to rip out your tongue and feed it to you,” Simon hissed. He should have kept his lips sealed, but he wasn’t going to let that jerk talk about you like that.

“Who? Y/N? She’s a bi—” Matt was about to repeat the same mistake. But before the word could slip past his lips, Simon sprang to his feet and moved closer to the bars that separated them. Simon’s eyes darkened, and he made no effort to hide the raw anger that was seeping out of him. Matt got the memo and shut his mouth; at the same time, everything seemed to connect in his mind, and clarity hit him. Everything began to make sense. “So she’s the reason I’m there?” He spat and began to pace around the cell, his fingers running through his dirty hair. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re just some bitter ex-boyfriend of hers, aren’t you?

Simon maintained a stony silence. He feared that if he opened his mouth, he might say something he would later regret. There was still a chance that Matt might walk out of here alive, so the less he knew about Simon, who was still just a masked stranger to him, the better it was. He tried very hard not to let Matt’s incessant chatter provoke him, but the idiot wasn’t shutting up.

“I don’t care about her... she’s yours! Honestly, I only reached out to her because I was curious. We dated in high school, but she was always such a prude, and I...”

Matt truly believed that he was doing the right thing by giving up you, allowing Simon to have you all to himself, promising he would disappear from your life. His desperate speech was working. But the problem was that Matt didn’t know when to stop talking.

“I only kept coming over because she kept inviting me. She seemed ecstatic to reunite with me... I was initially apprehensive, but after the first time we slept together, I knew I could exploit her.” Matt paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with air before continuing. “I knew I could text her whenever I wanted to fuck. She never turned me down, and whenever I came over, the night always ended with me in her bed. I let her believe I liked her, that there was a chance we may be something more in the future... all because she was fantastic in bed and made herself easy.”

Simon had reached his breaking point. He could no longer tolerate Matt’s disrespectful comments about you. You weren’t easy, and you weren’t an object that he could use anytime he wanted to show his dick into someone. Your innocence and naivety led you to believe that Matt genuinely liked you. This belief is what kept you going back to him, time and time again. You were too blind to recognise that Matt was taking advantage of you. And you would probably never see it, but that doesn’t matter. Simon will handle this. He won’t stand by and watch you get hurt, nor will he let Matt break your heart. He will make sure that Matt will never touch you again.

Matt was gripping the cold bars, standing perilously close, his knuckles turning white. Simon’s mind went blank, and he closed the gap between them. His calloused hand wrapped around Matt’s throat.

Matt immediately began his desperate struggle, his every muscle strained as he tried to push Simon away. His fingers dug into Simon’s arms, his nails clawing at his skin in an attempt to break free. But Simon, without a single thought in his head, fuelled by rage, remained still; he was stronger and his hold was firm. He kept squeezing and squeezing, preventing the air from filling Matt’s lungs. His eyes, devoid of mercy, fixated on Matt’s face, watching as he began to run out of oxygen and strain to breathe. A minute passed. Matt’s face turned a disturbing shade of blue, his eyes started to water, and the tears rolled down his pallid cheeks.

Simon was so focused on keeping his grip secure, refusing to let go, that he failed to register Matt’s frantic movements. He didn’t notice when Matt’s fingers curled around the fabric of his balaclava. He was oblivious until the very moment when Matt tugged Simon’s mask off. A sudden realisation dawned on Simon, and his eyes grew wide. Now, Matt knew who he was, he had seen Simon’s face, the one thing that Simon was determined to keep hidden. Without realising it, Matt had thrown away his chance of getting out of this cell alive.

Before, Simon intended to kill him out of jealousy, for the way he spoke about you, for the way he treated you... but now, killing him was a necessity, and Simon only stepped away from the cell bars when Matt’s body went limp in his hands.

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"Byler Endgame, One Episode at a Time" - s5e5

Plot beats and scenes leading to a Byler endgame, one episode at a time, for Season 5 of Stranger Things. (This is just for fun! I have no insider knowledge!)

Also see Part 0, where I explain what I think a Byler Endgame has to address. Link to the previous episode.

s5e5

Will is unconscious and bound to prevent him from taking off his headphones. Mike and El stay with Will. The group heads out to assault Vecna’s power source when Vecna is distracted by Will. El will piggyback and try to protect Will.

El talks to Mike. “You know why he took off the headphones, Mike?” “Vecna controlled his mind?” “No, Mike… Will was doing it. He loves you, Mike. I saw what Vecna told him. He said he’d kill you if he doesn’t give himself to Vecna.” Mike’s mouth drops open. El tears up: “He doesn’t see living without you, Mike… Did you know he’s loved you since you were five years old?” Mike can’t believe what he’s hearing. “WHAT?” “If he makes it, you have to talk to him, Mike, okay? No more pretending.” She tenderly puts her hand in his hair. “Friends don’t lie.” Mike starts to realize it all and starts to sob. She hugs him. Mike glances at Will and looks back at El: “Thank you. I - I’m so sorry…” She shakes her head and smiles, and kisses Mike on the cheek.

They hear from the walkie-talkie that now is the time. She takes Mike’s hand, “I can help you talk to him.” He understands and nods. They each hold one of Will’s hands. El takes the headphones off of Will. He starts to breathe heavily. Vecna is getting close… They close their eyes as El starts to focus.

Current-day Will is in the Upside Down, in the woods, and El is nowhere to be seen. Something is pursuing him. He runs to the old Byers house, runs in, and shuts the door. He hears Vecna taunting him: “How suitable. It’s time to finish what I started…” Will runs out to the old shed where the gun is. He is hyperventilating and starts to load the bullets. He feels the back of his neck, and turns around. He knows Vecna is in the back yard. Vecna slowly approaches the shed… when Will strides out and fires the gun. Vecna staggers back. Will is reliving and struggling through all the trauma and pain of everything that has happened to him since that fateful night. He strides forward, repeatedly firing, getting closer each time.

The bullets only have so much effect, and Vecna grabs Will by the neck. Will starts panicking. Back at Hopper’s cabin it becomes apparent Will is being Vecna’d. Mike: “El, what’s happening?” El is still struggling to focus. Mike tearfully kisses Will’s hand. “I’m right here!” El arrives in the Upside Down. She tries to stop Vecna but vines immediately grab her and restrain her. Vecna smiles and looks at Will: “Good… I see you have power over this place, too…” El looks in horror at Will, who is looking at Vecna in utter despair as he continues to taunt him. The more hopeless he feels, the more horrible his surroundings become. The Upside Down is tied to Will. El cannot reach him. Will starts to levitate.

Back in Hopper’s cabin, El levitates herself and Mike together with Will. She tightens her grip on Mike’s hand. Mike’s eyes open wide as he realizes what El’s doing. She shares his memories with Will (“I asked you to be my friend. You said yes”… a kindergarten Mike and Will swinging high on a pair of swings… biking through the rain and hugging his mom when he thought Will was dead, jumping off the cliff to join Will, by his bedside in s2, apologizing to Will in the rain, Will: “Not possible,” Mike looking back at Byers house and hugging his mom again, reading El’s letter “Maybe it is for a girl, I think there is someone he likes”, Will giving Mike the painting in the van, Mike happy seeing the painting, Will: “better for being different”) Mike: “I love you Will! Not just as a friend… I’ve always loved you. The painting, all of it, going to Vecna… I know what you’re doing! I won’t let you! And I’m sorry! I was too stupid to say how I feel. I was scared Will! I’m so sorry…”

… Vecna snaps Will’s arm. Mike: “No!!!”

In the Upside Down, Will opens his eyes with a look of utter determination. The vines unwrap around El. She distracts Vecna enough that Will falls to the ground (here and in Hopper’s cabin). El and Vecna have a showdown. The rest of the party, seeing their chance, get at Vecna’s power source. Seeing he is weakened, Vecna hurries elsewhere.

Will wakes up and winces from his arm, and looks kind of lost. Mike and El look at each other with concern. Mike: “I’m here.” He wants to hold Will but doesn’t want to hurt him. Will looks directly at Mike and extends his one good arm to him. Mike cups Will’s face and kisses him passionately. It is a long kiss… Will puts his hand in Mike’s hair, tears flowing. When it’s over Will is in disbelief. “Am I dead?” El and Mike laugh. Mike caresses Will’s hair. Mike: “Don’t leave me Will, ever…” Will laughs and nods. “Okay.” Mike laughs, they kiss, and then hold on to each other as tightly as Will’s arm allows.

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#byler #stranger things #byler endgame #fanfic #one episode at a time #speculation #st5 #st5 speculation #byler theory

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asiantransformations · 1 year

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Fountain of Change

James wasn't what you would necessarily call not good-looking. He had some muscles and he was generally cute to most. James' height was normal and his endowment was proportionate. Nothing too extravagant that made people want him. Generally, his self confidence was good, but the constant rejection by handsome guys in the country made him feel belittled. He wanted to be more and feel accepted in this toxic culture that is our society. this caused major depression is James' life. But what can he do? As much as he can gym and bulk, some things are out of anyone's control.

A friend mentioned that he should attempt to find the Fountain of Change. It had life-changing properties that can alter reality itself. The fountain will only reveal itself to those who truly want it and will work only once, so the desire must be absolute

James figured why not, let's give it a try. He prepared himself for the adventure. Just in case, prayed for guidance and set himself up for disappointment. Through hours and hours of searching the forest, he was going to give up until... He appeared.

Another guy that apparently was searching for the fountain. But he was everything James wanted to be. Buff, good-looking, and the ultimate package of all things awesome. His charismatic charm was enticing him to follow behind.

Eventually their distance distance grew, but James knew he was close when the water on the ground starting to shimmer with that hint of magic. Soon was lost where was that gorgeous man, but he found what he was searching for. The water glowed with magic. The atmosphere was light and free. Anything felt possible here.

Immediately shedding his clothing, eager with energy. Dipped his toes in. It felt inviting. Not long after, he fully stepped in and let his semi naked body absorb the water. It felt great.

The temperature was just right and it made feel so comfortable. Wondering if the legends were true and he pondered about all the things he wanted to become. Off to the side, the gorgeous guy that James saw beforehand, stepped into the water as well. And all his thoughts turned lustful while being focused on his Adonis bod.

Some triggered and instantly, James started to doze off. His head went underwater, but he realized that he didn't drown. As unconscious as he was, his body was changing. Gradually his body started to inflate with new muscle. His biceps and triceps expanding with newfound size as his back and chest started to broaden. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second. His upper body continued to broaden and expand, two mounds pecs grew in, and through relation causing his waist to grow thicker and his legs longer. But not as thick and long as his cock was going to be. Within a second, his cock inflated, going from an average 4 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth and heavy balls to top it off. The level of testosterone was building within him to match the level of energy he was prepared to handle. James' body absorbed everything of the unknown man. His face changed to a cross between the two men, which made him both cute and handsome.

It was like something awoke within him as he rose from the water. Instinctively, James flexed his body only to reveal all the changes. Still sensitive as he explored his new body. He released a fresh load into the pond as thank you. It had felt like the bursting of a thousand suns relieved from his balls. The feeling caused him to be at peace.

It felt normal to him. As if this body was always his. The memories felt genuine and nothing was out of place. He continued to flex his new body, exerting a sense of dominance. Reality shifted around him, causing everyone he knew to remember him as his current self. The unknown guy seemingly ceased to exist as James' absolute desire was stronger. A fresh new start that he knew he deserved.

Wherever he went, he couldn't stop flexing and showing off his body. Life had just started again and everyone wanted a piece of him. James couldn't wait to spread his alpha seed as his newfound energy causes his testosterone and stamina to rise. He was limitless. The world was truly his and we are just living in it.

#asiantransformations #asianmuscle #asiantoasian #racialtransformations #asianbodybuilder #male possession #bodyabsorption #fountainofchange

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yandere-paramour · 27 days

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I love how Atalanta and Noelle are almost perfect mirrors of each other. They are both hard asses who just melt for their darling (with some stipulations that cannot be negotiated). But where Atalanta zigs Noelle zags. The best example would be with how they approach the whole dynamics with their Darlings.

Atalanta essentially front loads the yandere. There's the kidnapping, up to a year or so of resistance (probably closer to 6 months), another year of mild discontent and by the start of year three there is at least some kind of affection on the Darling's side. Other than the whole "I own this town" thing the Montclair's have going on, it's a relatively normal relationship with a pretty bad start. Atalanta is a bit naive and her world view has been hand crafted by her mother, but at the end of the day her point of view is that she's just trying to give her love the best life possible, even if she goes about it in the wrong way. This shouldn't excuse her actions but rather give context to who she is.

Noelle on the other hand is methodical in her madness. Her entire plan is to slowly strip away any ties and before her Darling realizes anything is wrong it's already too late. She operates almost in reverse of Atalanta, getting more and more possessive as time goes on. And rather than this coming from a place of naivete and tradition, Noelle has seen the world at the base level and is desperate to keep a shiny jewel unmarred. She slowly picks her target finding the perfect person at the perfect time and like a fly trap, encloses without the victim noticing. Then one day in her Darling's little paradise called their apartment, they wake up in the middle of the night and realize what they have lost. They destroyed their career and their support system at the behest of a controlling manipulator. But it's hard to confront Noelle about it. She works so hard and is not entirely wrong, independence isn't all that great. It's a pretty sweet gig. There's no cleaning or work or anything hard. Just sit around and be showered in gifts and affection. Where would the Darling even go? There's no choice but to shed a tear and lie back down.

I just like how they complement each other makes it very believable that they would be so close. They both are serious and intelligent. But how they differ is also complimentary, where one is rash the other is calm and vice versa.

I love having fun with blorbos as much as the next guy (I'd give my last buck to hold Noelle's hand), but what I love about this genre is how terrifying it can be. The idea of Stockholm syndrome (no matter the validity of it) is horrifying. But what really gets under my skin, like the tiniest splinter deep under a toenail, is the inverse. A perfect wonderful relationship spiraling lower and lower to the point that the once unexcusable becomes normalized. Not knowing what kind of danger you're in and once you figure it out there is nothing to be done.

I know the horror isn't the main point of these guys but it sure is fun to think about.

I have been thinking about this ask for literal days.

It is so profound and insightful, I want to tattoo it on my skin.

You are the only mf who understands.

I can't even properly respond, you got everything right. That's exactly how I see them. Everyone who wants an in-depth analysis of my girls, here it is.

Zaz you have been promoted to the top 10 fans list, congratulations.

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emhm · 2 months

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Heyooo

I was wondering what Sanani and Nisshoku's lower parts look like (and maybe how they function too)?

Their anatomy is actually kind of horrifying. So I'm more then happy to talk about it because I spent too much time trying to figure out a way that it could work.

First and most important point- Skin is an organ. Just keep that in the back of your head.

Both Sanani and Nisshoku have a mixture of flesh and metal/mechanical organs.

Sanani has a flesh esophagus [covered in a sheath of thin muscles and skin] but the folded opening isn't connected to his mouth. It's just inside the hole where his neck pipe comes out of his casing. The top of it can stay closed like a pair of lips. The flesh part of his body consists of this tube [sitting between some soft silicone clamps to keep it in place.] A stomach, intestines, and an anus that functions like a cloaca. [Urine and feces come out the same hole like a chicken.]

The only place his organic parts are connected directly to his metal parts is on his crotch/rear area. The metal edge is a micro mesh. Pressed up against that is a layer of bone that's shaped to fit the hole. [So the bone is effectively grafted to the metal.] The thin edge of the bone that's exposed to air has a layer of enamel like a tooth to protect it from direct air contact. And the flesh that's touching that is like a circular gum line with a thin lip of skin to keep it moist. His anus is pretty human standard, it's just sitting inside an open ring of metal between his hips. [Think of the head of a drum.] The intestines are bunched up behind it with the stomach on top.

His cock is fully silicone and not on a rocker behind a plate like Solar or Sun. It's on a hinge so that he can snap it sideways into a long divot on his torso. This way it's not interfering with his organs. He can't pee from it, it just has a tube for whatever lubricant he's loaded as cum into the usual small bottle. The bottle is set high on the inside of his chest cavity. [It's more inside the inner surface of a butt cheek for the others, hence why it can be hard to refill without help.]

His organs are contained inside of a bag of living skin that's sitting at the bottom of his casing. He doesn't have a lower plate separating his crotch from the inside of his chest like the normal DCA models.

He does have his own nanos that tear up anything he puts in his mouth and ant trail anything organic down into his esophagus. His neck pipe has a tiny rubber tube inside for this purpose. [It's like you'd use for a aquarium pump.] The nanos also maintain the sack of organs by keeping the skin oxygenated and moisturized. His heart is mechanical and his internal motor can take a mix of electricity and biofuel extracted from normal food. His lungs are effectively a pair of bellows that can blow out his interior and vent anything loose inside. This is so he can get rid of the dead skin cells shed off his organ bag.

Nisshoku is a tad more complex since his body was shaped by wild magick in addition to what Golden Freddy made possible. His five crotch tentacles are a hydraulic mechanisim using carbonated oil in place of blood to move and extend them. They're mostly all the same length with the longest about 7 inches and each somewhat bigger around then a finger. They aren't prehensile but he does have some basic movement control. [Think non-dominant hand level dexterity.] Nisshoku can deliberately exude oil/lubricant [whatever is loaded] from the tips of tentacles. He has a mechanical heart with fluids in addition to the same nano and gut arrangement as Sanani.

If he wants to impregnate Sanani all he needs to do is trigger a group of his nanos to a different set of instructions. They'll copy his current personality coding and some physical appearance traits, and all the the info for how his body is set up.

He can then ejaculate them into his partner.

The tainted nanos would then mix with Sanani's native ones and get the same info from them to create a blended profile of both. They'd then parasite his body for consumed metal and organic material, make a new bag of skin to contain the new body and start building a small bio-mechanical anamatronic similar to both of them inside of his chest cavity. How long it takes to construct is highly dependent on how much food and metal he's willing to eat to hurry it along.

Trying to slow it by starving himself would be painful because the nanos would attack his guts and frame for materials instead. Nisshoku has full control of how many babies the nanos will construct as well. Any more then three could be extremely dangerous for the host.

#cringe dimension #Nisshoku #Sanani #cringe sun #cringe eclipse #emhm #eclipse meets his match #tsams

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gothushi · 3 months

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summer sun

pairing: charlie x f!reader, chronically ill!reader

warnings: pool sex, creampie, overstim, aftercare

note: chronic illness girls rise. i was vauge but it has remnants of my own disability (can easily overheat, fatigue, aching, etc) but nothing named specifically.

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It’s been requested of Charlie that he opens the umbrella outside in the backyard for you. He isn’t one to deny anything you ask for, so he’s stepping out into the warm early summer heat onto the concrete to do as you asked. Charlie even decides to save you the trouble and gets into the shed, carrying a cushion out to the lounger.

The cold AC is a nice gift as he comes back inside, and an even bigger reward is when he sees you come downstairs. Prancing down in your cutest bikini, hugging your body so sweetly with little bows tied in your hips, he doesn’t even notice the book or sunscreen in your hands, nor the action of you giggling and getting your water bottle off the kitchen counter.

He just can’t hide the way his breath hitches, caught in his throat at the pretty sight. His jaw goes a bit slack, shamelessly staring at you, eyes raking over every inch. Smooth skin, hair clipped up, bare footed.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, God you’re gorgeous.

You just pass by him with a happy smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek before heading out the sliding doors.

Charlie’s left stunned, eyes following you the entire time. He gives a small groan in response, unable to form any coherent thoughts. After a moment he seems to finally have control of his body back, and he goes to follow you outside again. Stepping out through the glass door.

You’ve already reclined back onto the lounger, outstretched in the shade. Water bottle and sunscreen sat on the table between the two chairs, you open your book against your thighs. It’s hot out, but there’s a nice breeze and you should be okay to spend some time outside especially if you get into the pool.

He has other plans as he steps over to the lounger, bent at the waist with his arms caging you in as he starts to pepper kisses all over your face; the tip of your nose, your forehead, your cheeks.

“You’re so goddamn pretty..” he mumbles out, almost groaning. His actions pull sweet giggles from you, squealing with laughter as you draw your knees up. One hand finds his bicep, the other keeping your book open. “Stay in the shade, alright? Let me know if you need anythin’.”

“Mhmm, promise.”

He can’t help the lovesick smile on his face, standing straight now as a hand ruffles over your head, “I’ll hold you to that. Love you.” One final forehead kiss, and he disappears inside.

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You spend quite some time outside, which gives Charlie enough time to sneak and do some household chores that you usually do. He knows you’ve been having a rougher time lately, with the weather changes and a flare up, amongst him being gone for quite a few long days for jobs, so he decides to get done what he can so you can enjoy a relaxing weekend.

Dishes loaded, laundry in the wash, bed made up with a clean set, and reorganizing the pantry under the kitchen sink.

By the time he checks the clock, just over an hour has passed and he peeks outside, spotting you in the pool, arms folded on the edge with your head laid down.

Charlie finds himself leaning against the doorframe, staring out the glass. Jesus Christ. You look good, soaking wet from having dunked yourself into the water. A little smirk tugs at his lips, almost a satisfied grin.

After another moment you dip down into the cool water, coming up with your hair smoothed back, twisting to face upwards and lean back against the edge of the in ground pool.

He lets out a huff of air as he watches, eyes greedy. This is such a nice view for him, and he’s gonna make damn sure he enjoys it.

He stares for a moment more, knowing the water must feel so good on your sore body, damn this view.

The water leaves you so relaxed actually that if you weren’t up on the edge with your arms, you’d probably fall asleep. Your head lays back, eyes closed and slightly squinted because of the sun.

As he watches you float in the gorgeous clear water, he can’t help but wish he had his phone with him right now. He would love to get some good shots of you, from above. But instead, he settles for admiring you now.

He’s tempted to join you in the pool right now, though he is in his boxers. But.. just to get his hands on you..

There’s no denying that the idea he gets is great. His mouth practically waters at the very thought of it, getting his hands on you under the water. Holding you close, cool water surrounding you both as he peppers every inch of your skin with kisses…

Charlie grumbles quietly to himself, turning to head upstairs in search of his swim trunks.

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When he does eventually come outside, you startle as the door slides open. Twisting in the water to look at him, squinting from the sun. He’s got some cheddar pretzels and a water bottle in hand, setting them on the lounger you were occupying earlier.

You fold your arms on the hot concrete edge, smiling, “Hi.”

He nearly sighs happily as he looks at you, coming over and crouching down in front of you.

“Hello gorgeous. Can I join you in there?”

“Mmm.. what if I say no?” You play softly, flattening your hands on the ground as your feet kick lightly.

Oh you little brat..

He can’t help the mischievous smirk as he eyes you. “Don’t be a bad girl now..” Blue eyes run over your front, humming, “I wanna join you, and if you don’t let me, I might just pull you right out of there.”

Grinning, you push back and away, swimming backwards slowly, wading away from him. “Can’t get me over here.”

He gives a little scoff in response, eyes staying on you. “Cheeky brat..” Though he’s quick to recover, standing to his full height and mumbling something about you being a tease before diving into the water.

With a squeal, you try to swim further away once he dives in, getting splashed by the water.

He doesn’t take too long to find you. Before you know it, he’s behind you, grabbing and wrapping his arms to pull you close and lifting you out of the water slightly.

“Gotcha.” He practically purrs, trapping you against his front as he tilts his head down to kiss your shoulder and neck, smirking to himself, hands sliding over your stomach.

Your legs kick and you laugh, grabbing onto his arms with a fit of giggles, “Noo y’were s’possed to give me a head start!”

He can’t help but grin against your skin as you have a small, playful fit. He keeps pressing his greedy lips to your neck, going up. “Tchh, like I’d give you a chance to get that far away from me.” He says, keeping you in place against him. “I like you right here, with me..”

Charlie can smell the sweetness of your sunscreen, skin cool to the touch under his warm lips. You don’t have much leverage to get away, not that you could even if you really wanted to, so you easily give in and just relax against him.

There are a million different things he wants to do to you, having you like this. But for now.. For now, he’s content to just kiss up on you, mapping out the length of your neck.

“You look so good, darling..” It’s mumbled into your flesh. One hand slides along your hip, fingertips dipping just underneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

“Ah- we’re outside!” You flush slightly, jolting when his fingers rub over your navel, your own hand in the water grabbing his forearm, turning your head.

*You say that as if it’ll stop him, as if your nice backyard isn’t fenced and hedged in, giving plenty of privacy.*

He chuckles at your reaction, his smirk growing.

“Nobody’s out here but us, love.” He points out, hand delving lower into your bottoms. A gasp is pulled from you when his middle finger finds your clit, other fingers aiding in spreading you apart and rubbing in slow circles.

Your eyes flutter, swallowing and leaning back against him, sinking a bit further into the water. Your thighs part, toes brushing the bottom of the pool, water up to your neck, “Mm- Charlie..”

“That’s it..” He can’t help but groan at how your voice hitches, getting a bit whinier. The pad of his middle finger rubs slow, tantalizing circles onto your clit.

Your face flushes with heat, the touch and his voice making arousal coil in your gut, cunt heating up, but also mild embarrassment for being outdoors. “Nngh- stop-”

“And why would I do that?” Charlie’s voice is a low purr, his other hand rubbing tenderaly on your stomach. His lips press a sweet kiss on your neck and move up to your jaw, kissing your cheek. “Just enjoy it.. let me make you feel good.”

You whimper softly, goosebumps spreading over your skin as you shudder. A breeze rolls by, pushing warm air past you both as you whine a little.

His finger presses with just the right pressure, just slow enough to work your body up, slick forming and starting to coat your folds. Your own hand on his arm squeezes, nails pressing in.

He dips his hand lower, finger slipping down to feel that slick forming, easing his way as he touches you. His breath is warm against your skin, touch slow.

“Jesus, how’re you so responsive..” He groans out, watching as you tremble slightly in his arms, His lips trail over your neck grazing your pulse point, “Such a sensitive little thing.”

You whimper pathetically, eyes fluttering shut as you gasp again. “Ngh-! D-Don’t.. say that.” You whine. Even though he’ll praise and tlak dirty every time he gets the chance, it’s the one thing that still to this day easily melts you, flusters you too much as if you aren’t used to it.

Charlie craves more of your cute noises so badly, those little gasps and whines, shaky exhales. His finger drags hot slick up to your clit, rubbing it over your skin and resuming those torturous circles.

He nuzzles his nose against your neck, grazing his teeth over tender skin. “Why not? It’s true..” He hums, satisfied, “You’re sensitive, pretty pussy just loves me.”

“Ahn- mmm!” You’re starting to pant slightly, whining a little with every heavy breath exhaled. One finger turns into two, covering more flesh with calloused hands. The other one stays on your lower belly, keeping you pinned to him. He wants to tease, work you up slow, take a little more time than he usually does.

He revels in how your body reacts, almost grinding his hips into your ass. “There you go..”

His fingers slow down and it pulls a protesting whine from you, head leaning back on his shoulder. “Charlie.. nnngh..”

He groans out an almost feral noise, “Mm, what’s the matter, baby?” His breath heats your ear, “You need me to go faster?”

“Ah-.. yeah.. please?” You beg so sweetly, tilting your head to the side to nose at his jaw. You gasp once his fingers press a bit harder, swiping up and circling again, hips jerking back.

His own breathing speeds up, his cock’s already straining in his swim trunks. He presses a kiss to your cheek, grinning, fingers moving a bit faster. But not fast enough, not enough for you to chase that orgasm your body wants so desperately. “A little begging never hurt anyone..”

You whine. You’re both close enough to one edge of the pool that you can reach your one hand out to grasp the edge of the smooth concrete, panting, “Mmm- Charlie..”

You know just how to entice him, moving your other hand off his arm. It slips down to your hip, pulling the end of the little tied bow on the side of your bikini bottoms, the fabric starting to slip slightly.

As soon as he feels the bare skin of your ass against him, he growls. A low grunt in response, feeling his cock throb.

“Christ’s sake, babe..” He’s ready to give in immediately, fingers not having stopped once on your clit, “You’re playin’ a dangerous game..”

Your bottoms stay hooked around one leg, slipping down your thigh a bit as you whine. Leaning forward slightly, a shudder of pleasure runs through you, eyes rolling back into your skull as your hand reaches back and finds his bare side.

“Ah- Charlie!” You’re moaning, leaning to the side and tugging yourself over to the edge of the pool.

He follows, certain you’re doing this all on purpose, even if you don’t want to admit it. “Fuck.. that’s it.” He rasps out, body crowding you as you arch your back, ass pushing back into his lap, He speeds his fingers on your clit up, rubbing wider circles.

“Mm! Stop- stop,” you pant, whimpering a little, laying your cheek on the hot concrete as your eyes flutter. “Don’t wanna- don’t wanna cum yet.. wan’ y’to fuck me.. please Charlie.”

Christ, right here? In the pool? Outside?

He lets out a groan in response to your cute pleas, feeling you grind your bare cunt over the fabric of his trunks.

“Fuck,” he grunts, shaking his head slightly, “Christ..”

You’re shuddering again, a fresh wave of intense goosebumps covering your skin as you push back against his lap. “Please, please, want it.. need it Charlie-” He’s opening a new can of worms initiating something outdoors, in the pool of all places. You feel weightless, muscles relaxed for once and the ache in your joints nearly gone, easily pliable and moved around, able to get fucked with no consequences.

His cock fucking hurts, surely leaking in his trunks as he leans back to palm over himself, groaning. Seeing you all worked up from his simple touching, having you begging, pleading for him to do something..

“Jesus, you’re gonna be the death of me..” He whispers, pushing his shorts down off his hips just enough to get his cock out, twisting his hand around the length, his other hand resting on your back. “You’re a vixen, an absolute minx..”

“You started it!” You whine pathetically, feet nudging against his legs. The head of his cock swipes over your soaking hole, pulling a moan from you, “God- Charlie, please-”

He can’t help but grind his cock into you, slotting his length between your folds as his fingertips dig into your ass, groaning. “Yeah, guess I did..” His head tips back, sighing happily at how wet you are, how good you feel. His eyes open again, tilting back down to admire your form, “So gorgeous like this..”

Back arched, the heated sun beats down on your both, warming your skin that’s out of the pool as you hook your foot behind his knee, “Charlie, please- need it.”

Charlie lets out a moan at that whine, feeling all self control slipping away as he decides to give in. His hands rub over your hips, fingertips digging in, “Lean back love, lean your hips back more, give me it.”

You obey well, toes of your other foot brushing the bottom of the pools floor, “Charlie-.. please..” You whine, it’s all you can do.

One hand leaves your hips to grab his cock, rubbing over your hole with a shushing sound. “Easy.. right here? Want me here?” He taunts, grinning to himself.

“Charlie! Don’ be mean.. please, need it.” So whiny, so demanding in the cutest way as you tilt your head a little to pout at him.

His breath catches, letting out a little laugh. “Yeah, yeah.. I’ve got you,” his voice is rougher than usual, lower. He eases the tip inside, a burning stretch that makes your toes curl.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, It’s the same every time, even with prep, but the way you react is as well. You gasp, a choked whimper escaping as your eyes roll back into your head. Your knees press together with a whine of his name.

Christ, you’re tight.. Charlie’s eyes flutter shut as he controls himself, having to go slow, he wouldn’t dare hurt you.

“Relax for me.. good.. oh fuck-” He’s whispering, holding you as still as he can in the water, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Speared on his cock, forced to take it as he slowly sinks into your cunt, it’s the most delicious feeling every time. You gasp again, hips jolting, up, down, back to him with a whiny noise. “Mm-! ‘s so big..” You whine like you’re complaining, but he knows you aren’t.

It takes everything in him not to just pound into you, he knows he has to be patient.

Charlie takes a moment to just hold you there, pressed back onto his cock all the way, breathing out roughly as he whispers his reply, “Yeah.. but you take it so good, such a good girl.”

He pulls his hips back, cunt squeezing onto his cock as you squeal, covering your mouth with your wet hands. You’re still very much aware that you’re outside, not in the comforts of your bed. He gives a low groan, pressing his hands into the plush of your ass as he thrusts back in, slow. “Christ.. look at you..” He leans over your back, mumbling against the back of your head, “You gonna be quiet? Or am I gonna have t’make you shut up?”

It takes about zero of his strength to keep you in place, forcing your hips where he wants them. You whine, moving your hands to plead, “No ‘m sorry- I’ll be quiet, I’ll be good, I can- mmmh! ‘m so full..”

Delirious with pleasure, all it takes is his cock in you to get you drunk off of it.

His expression softens, brows relaxing as he hums a noise. “I know baby, so fuckin’ full. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

His hips shift back, halfway, then in again, his own blues fluttering at your hot cunt swallowing him in with each movement. “Ah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah-” Your thighs tremble ontop of his, cock spearing you so well, reaching that sweet spot with every press in.

He moves upright again, panting, starting to speed up his hips just a little bit, into a steady rhythm. “Oh- Christ,” pulling out, slowly, before back in, the slow drag of your walls making his brain short circuit.

And it may as well make your own fully shut down. Your eyes roll back, fluttering. Your toes curl and your knees press together, forced to hold still as he fucks into you.

“Charlie!” You squeal, panting, “Fff- feels good, so good, mmm..”

He almost whines himself, laughing at how cockdrunk you are. “You like it? Like that? So fuckin’ tight, love..”

You’re whining like a kicked puppy, feet kicking a little in the water which pushes you up before gravity sinks you back down. Watching the way you crumble under him, body sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure, it makes his ego swell.

He keeps a strong grip on you, fucking you steadily as you whine, “I know, I know, darling.”

Cheek smushed into the smooth concrete, your one hand dips into the water again. It paws at one of his on your hips, trying to tug it around to your front, whining. He understands obviously, two fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in firm, quick circles.

Oh my God. You tremble, hips jerking as your thighs spread, tensing, “Ah! Charlie-!”

He shushes you quietly, trying to hold you still in his grasp whilst simultaneously working both of you to your orgasms. He leans forward slightly, panting against your shoulder blades, “Shh, I know, pussy just feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Your hips cant down into his fingers then back into his cock, back and forth the best you can. Both arms are back up on the ledge to keep yourself from just sinking down into the water fully, aiding you in arching your back.

He obviously can’t go as fast as usual due to the pressure of the water, but he makes up for that with his fingers on your clit and the pure power behind his thrusts, hips smacking into your ass with a dulled sound.

“Ah, ah, ah-! Fu- mmm! Feels goood-”

Charlie groans a growly noise, something feral, feeling you fuck back onto his cock. Christ, you’re going to kill him, cute little noises sending pleasure up his spine as you clench on him.

“There you go, so fuckin’ good.”

“Charlie! Charlie- ‘m g’na-.. mm!” You just can’t help the noise that escapes you, the whiny moans as his fingers press down harder, faster, clit swollen.

“Gonna cum?” He grins, eyeing the side of your face. Cheeks hot, eyes bleary and lidded.

“Mm- mhmm, please, can I?”

So polite, so sweet.

“Yeah, come on, cum for me. Feels so good, doesn’t it? That cock stretching you out?”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, muscles tensing up as it rolls through you. A sharp cry sounds out, jolting back and grinding onto his cock with the shocks of it, cunt squeezing him so deliciously it has his own eyes rolling.

He slows his hips down, working you through it with hushed whispers, “Easy, there you go, so fuckin’ good… good fuckin’ pussy-”

He wants to cum so bad, but your muscles ache already as your entire body relaxes, panting as your heart pounds.You’re nearly drooling, mumbling something incoherent as his hips pull back, slipping out of you.

He shushes you softly, hands petting over your back and hips. He catches his breath, orgasm ebbing away as he presses his forehead to your shoulder, kissing there just above the water. “You alright, love?”

“Mmm..” You breathe out, body tired now. You swallow, heart pounding in your chest as you use your arms to push yourself up some. Sinking back into the water, you feel how cold it is on your heated skin, twisting to grab his arms.

He doesn’t question as you tug him with you, over the few feet to the corner of the pool where the stairs are. The edges of the steps meet your back as you recline against them parting your legs and tugging him overtop of you with one hand sliding down to find his cock.

His knees bump into the steps, arms caging you in as he grunts, eyes fluttering. His breath stutters when you wrap those delicate fingers around his cock, but he recovers quickly.

He didn’t cum and you’ll be damned if he isn’t satisfied after how good he just made you feel. You arch up, wet lips pressing open mouthed kisses on the base of his neck. You jerk him off slow, pulling a growl out of him as you twist your hand over his tip, skin slick.

Charlie lets out a quiet huff, one hand moving up to pet over your wet hair, finding the nape of your neck in a firm grip.

“Nn- Christ..” He hisses out, hips jerking down into your hand, starting to move, making his brain start malfunctioning.

Your hips are aligned nicely, so you shift forward a bit and let him rub over your sensitive clit, before pushing him down to your hole. Creamy with cum, he slides right over it, your legs jerking from the sensitivity you feel. You want him to feel good, even if you gotta suffer a little.

“Careful, darling- don’t hurt yourself..” He groans, the thumb swiping over his tip almost distracting him from the fact that you’ve just cum, and are probably so strung it hurts to be touched right after an orgasm.

He turns his head to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, which prompts you to meet his lips in a proper kiss and make eye contact with lidded orbs. You push him down again, head breaching your hole as you urge him into your cunt once more. “Oh- y’can move Charlie,” you whine, shivering.

Without any more coaxing, he sinks back in fully, huffing a moan as he takes a moment to gather his bearings.

“Oh- God, angel..”

You let go of him and fully lean back against the steps, gasping softly with a pathetic look on your face, admiring the pleasured expression on his. You can endure the overstimulation. You can do it, for him. Water wades up over your chest with his thrusts, whining.

Feeling your legs part further, he lets out a low groan, thrusting back and forth as you swallow him up. His thoughts grow foggy, cunt so hot and still tight, “God, God, please,” he whines, breath coming in pants.

You’re whimpering yourself, so sensitive that it almost hurts to get fucked, but you draw your knees up some and keep still. “Charlie! Mmm.. want you to cum, please, wanna feel it.”

His gaze seems to darken a little, already getting worked back up again. It never takes much. He’s so close, so-

He presses in deep, burying his face into the crook of your neck as a broken groan falls from his lips, orgasming.

Even sensitive, his noises and the feeling of his cum spurting in you makes a shudder of arousal course over your body, cunt clenching onto his cock greedily. “Mm! Oh-“

He stays pressed against you for a long moment, panting softly, taking a minute to catch his breath. He mumbles softly into your skin, some mumbled praise you barely hear, good girl, so good, my angel.

He comes back to Earth fairly quickly, lifting his head to kiss you on the lips, slow and gentle. You nuzzle up into him, returning the kiss as you pant as if you were the one who came.You drop your head back onto one of the steps, an inch of water cooling your scalp.

He chuckles softly, smiling, “That good, love?”

“Shut up, I just let you cum in me.” You mutter, eyes lidded as you stare whilst he peppers kisses along the tops of your tits, laughing. You lower your legs back down, easing them into the water to float.

“Mhm. How generous of you.” He teases, smiling up at you. He stays hovered over your body, pressing some more kisses to your cheeks, then your chin, just showing affection.

You accept it all, heart calming down as your body relaxes and gets all tired now. Nuzzling into his jaw, you mumble, “Y’should.. get one of those big floats outta the shed..”

“Mm, something for you to lay on? Yeah, I will..” He hums, smiling and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Just wanna relax a little longer?”

“Mm..” You nod, grinning a bit sleepily now, “Pinky promise I won’ fall asleep.”

Charlie lets out another huffed laugh, unable to stop himself from grinning. He doesn’t really believe you when you say that, but he agrees anyway. “I pinky promise to take care of you when you do fall asleep.”

Giggling, you watch as he exits the pool, tugging his shorts back up his hips properly. That gives you time to do your bottoms back up, messily tying the bow back into place before he’s tossing a big float into the pool. You dunk into the water to cool of and re-wet your hair before flopping up onto the float, the breeze carrying you slowly across the pool.

Laid on your front, hands dangling into the water, there’s no way you’ll be awake within the next five minutes. Charlie laughs, sitting down on the edge of the pool to keep an eye on you, “Comfy?”

All that answers him is a quiet hum, the sun starting to dry off your wet skin already.

—

You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep, but five minutes pass and you’re out like a light, lips parted, eyes closed.

He had just been enjoying the sun, letting it dry most of his upper body off, when he opens his eyes again to check on you. A soft laugh, silently thankful you’re on the shallow end as he dunks back into the water, walking over.

“Silly girl.” He rests his hands on the float, one finding your back, “Love, wake up.”

“Mmm..”

“There you are, sleepyhead..” He coos softly, rubbing over your back as he tugs you and the float towards the stairs, feeling how warm your skin is, “Come on, angel, we gotta get you inside if you’re gonna sleep.”

You blink, barely awake, almost confused as you realize you did, in fact, fall asleep. “Mmm.. comfy..”

He snorts softly and shakes his head as you make that claim. “I know it’s comfy, love, you fell asleep. But if I leave you out here, you’ll burn.”

His hand caresses your cheek as you whine, “Mmmm.. no I.. put sunscreen on.”

“Mhm, sure.. but you’ll overheat if you stay out here.” He counters, gently tugging on your arm, “C’mon, we can go lay down inside.”

“Mmm..” He helps you up off the float, only getting your legs a bit wet as he lets you adjust to being upright before walking out of the pool with you. You’re dead on your feet, sleepy, as he mumbles about getting you inside again.

—

Charlie decided to give you a bath, all wet with chlorine water and sunscreen. Though, maybe it wasn’t the best idea.

You’re so physically fatigued that you’re basically useless, just following his instructions as he turns the tub on and starts to undo the ties to your bikini. He turns around to grab a washcloth from the small bathroom closet, when you step into the tub with only an inch of warm water filling it up. He’s clambering over and holding your arm, helping you sit down, “Easy, love.. s’not full yet. Just sit down gentle.”

You obey and draw your knees up, hugging your bare legs as you lean forward and adjust the water, making it a teenie bit hotter.

He’s praising you softly but you barely hear it, because it’s actually difficult to stay awake. You keep dozing off as he washes your body, warm soapy cloth smoothing over your skin. Using the sprayer, he manages to wash your hair too and then aid you in standing up to rinse off fully.

He clearly can tell just how fatigued you are, body needing rest. He finds it adorable how you whine and cling to him, but if you were any more coherent you’d be embarrassed.

Charlie gets you out of the tub and dries you off, toweling your hair the best he can before brushing it out. Leading you into the bedroom, he lets go for just a moment to get some clothes from the closet.

He turns, and laughs, and he finds you crawling face first into bed. He walks over and pats your thigh, turning your over, “C’mon, just need to get these on.”

He slides some panties up your legs, using a hand to lift your hips up, before slowly pulling you upright. One of his shirts is in hand, loose on your body as he slips it over your head.

“There we go, all done.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and then tucks you back in before going to change himself.

He finds you snuggled into your body pillow, half covered up and probably already asleep once he’s done putting some clean boxers on. He crawls in behind you, looping an arm over your side and pressing a kiss to your head, then your shoulder, “Get some sleep, darling. I love you.”

All he gets is a mumbled noise, a cute little sound that has his heart swelling.

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