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highdefhoetry · 1 month ago

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tender meat.

cw: NSFW!! DARK KINKS!! heavy cnc/nc vibes, read at your own risk! female reader, home burglary/break in, noncon/cnc-ish, bondage, knife play, cutting off clothes, degradation (use of term "slut"), breast fondling, panty sniffing, pussy spanking, fingerfucking, penetration (penis in vagina), multiple sex positions, spanking, biting/marking, creampie, threats of violence, mention of cannibalism, cigarette smoking, reader is alive at the end

a/n: i do not condone real life burglary, crime, sexual violence, cannibalism, or rape. this work is pure fantasy. expect tcoaal canon-typical violence and dark content.

“...There. That’s much better, isn’t it?”

The boy steps back to admire his handiwork and looks at you with a victorious, subdued smile. His green eyes follow your twisting form as you squirm in your bonds, watching with amusement at your futile attempts to escape. Black bangs frame his handsome face, one that reflects a sick, sadistic glee at the sight of your struggling. He stands at the edge of your bed as you struggle against the ropes binding your arms and wrists behind your back. You start to panic as the realization of how immobile you truly are kicks in, and your heart pounds in your chest when he holds the dull end of his butcher knife under your chin.

“You look scared,” he comments in a nonchalant tone, as if he’s not holding up a fucking knife to your throat. “What’s the matter? Think I’m gonna do something to you?”

You were such an idiot. Why did you have to go and answer the door at such a late hour? When you saw that pretty young woman at the door begging for help, the good Samaritan in you gave her the benefit of the doubt and invited her in. You had no idea you’d be bum rushed by her and her brother, both working in tandem to rob you of every valuable possession you owned. The girl was currently rummaging through your belongings in the other room while the boy was tasked with keeping an eye on you. His jade-colored eyes studied you carefully, his gaze never once leaving yours.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you as long as you behave.”

You try to say something back, but all that comes out are muffled sounds thanks to the thick tape over your mouth. He scoffs, getting some kind of sick pleasure out of your hopeless attempts to speak. Despite your efforts, you haven’t been able to wiggle out of the ropes or even loosen them no matter how much you struggle. The boy doesn’t seem too concerned about you escaping. He’s probably a seasoned rigger, with how secure his knots are. You wonder how many times he’s done this before.

“My idiot sister is taking her time,” he grumbles. “Maybe I should have some fun with you while we wait.”

Panic strikes through you like lightning. In your desperation, you start begging and pleading for him not to hurt you, knowing that your words won’t get through, but he simply shushes you with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh… no screaming or crying. Remember what I told you would happen if you made a huge fuss?”

He drags the back of the blade across your skin, trailing a path down your jaw to your throat. You gulp and freeze up. One little move, and he could slice you up like tender meat.

“...Good girl. You just sit there and look pretty while I decide what I’m gonna do to you.”

The knife continues its path down your body, stopping only to cut the thin spaghetti straps of your tank top off your shoulders.

"Maybe I should chop you up and cook you in some stew," he mentions casually, his dark humor failing to reach you. "I bet you'd taste amazing marinated overnight."

He cuts down the middle of your shirt, rendering you topless as your breasts spill out. You hear a quiet moan fall from his lips, followed by a sharp breath.

“Damn… you have nice tits. I wonder if they feel as good as they look.”

For a moment, he puts the knife down and slowly approaches you with lust in his eyes, a stark contrast to the cold, steely gaze from before. He pushes you onto your back and climbs on top, then gropes your tits in both hands and fondles them gently. His touch elicits pathetic little mewls out of you, which seem to bring him some amusement.

“You like this, huh? You little slut.”

He traces his fingers under your breasts, circles your nipples with his nails, grips them harder to hear you cry out. It’s violating, but what disturbs you more than his unwanted touch is how much it’s starting to turn you on…

His hands slide down your body, caressing your waist and stomach with an unexpected softness you wouldn’t expect from a home intruder. He gropes your hips, admiring your soft curves and the way your body seems to be pushing itself further into his grasp. You’re not trying to, damn it, but it feels so good… and the hardness in his pants makes it obvious that he’s into it, too.

As you’re trying to suppress your own vocalizations, you hear loud rummaging coming from outside your room followed by the sound of something large and heavy falling over. That “sister” of his must’ve knocked something over. You can hear her swearing loudly to herself. The noise startles the boy, his attention divesting from you momentarily. You sense an opportunity to escape and slowly start inching away, hoping he’ll leave you be to go investigate. But instead, he drags you back towards him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

His eyes are different now. Those pretty emerald irises glare at you with indignation. His once gentle hands were now pressing into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. You wince at the pain and lie perfectly still, fearful of what he’ll do now that you’ve pissed him off.

“I’ve been a nice guy, haven’t I?” he speaks in a low, threatening tone. “I think it’s time you stopped holding out on me.”

Your eyes widen when you realize what he means. You shake your head and appeal to his better nature through muffled pleading while he spreads your legs apart and sits between them. With your ankles tied and your thighs pinned beneath his legs, all you can do is squirm weakly beneath him.

This was it.

He was going to take you.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

He slices off your underwear from the hips and rips off the tattered cloth. He lifts it to his nose and inhales deeply, eyes rolling back as he savors the scent of you. After tossing it aside, he puts a cold hand on your aching pussy and runs his fingers across your lips. He notices the wetness already dripping from your hole and grins wickedly.

“You’re already this wet?” he teases. “You’re just as fucked up as me. Slut.”

He spanks your pussy as he says that last word, making you shriek despite your efforts to keep silent. He circles your swollen clit, teasing it lightly just to get you to moan. Then, he slips a finger in your hole and starts pumping. Slowly at first, then steadily picking up speed. His eyes fixate onto your face, studying your expression and the way they roll back in your head from his touch. His face remains neutral, although there is something sinister behind his gaze. A hunger for something more, something he was going to get one way or another.

He hits a sweet spot inside you and massages it until you cum, placing a hand over your mouth to further quiet the airy moans escaping from your throat. A smirk creeps across his face while he relishes in the sight of you. A few seconds pass, and you’re too busy trying to catch your breath to notice that he’s pulled down his pants. Your eyes shoot open when you feel him shove his cock inside you. It’s so thick and girthy, it feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside out. When you cry out, he shushes you again by holding the knife to your throat.

“Be quiet,” he growls in your ear. “Or I’ll slice you up.”

You force back guttoral moans as he pounds into you, fucking you at a rapid, desperate pace. As if he’s starving, as if your pussy is the last he’ll ever get. He holds apart your legs as he pumps in and out, slamming himself into you so hard you begin to see stars. He leans forward and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting down so hard you’re sure it’ll leave teeth marks behind. It hurts. It stings. You thrash around, trying to shake him off, but that only serves to spur him on. He groans in pleasure as your walls clench around his dick.

“Fuck… keep struggling… yeah, just like that…”

He squeezes your upper thighs and knees, making you shriek again. Your squirming almost becomes violent; the way he’s pressing his fingers into your sensitive areas is sensory overload. He pinches your ribs, drags his nails down your sides, bites your neck and ears until you’re practically screaming. You hear him chuckling as he works, a sadistic sound that fills you with abject fear.

You’re not sure how long it goes on. He fucks you like an animal, manhandling you in different positions according to his desires. You start off on your back before he flips you over, railing you from behind with your legs pressed together. After a while he lifts your hips into the air, giving your ass a few firm smacks before shoving himself inside your hole once more. He grabs your hair at the base of your skull and pulls hard, forcing you to throw your head back. Then finally, finally, he cums, filling you with his warm seed that drips out of your hole when he pulls out. But right when you think he’s done, he pushes his dick back inside and fucks you again. It happens so fast and his strokes are so quick that it makes you panic, fearing he’ll actually break you if he keeps going.

Once he’s done fucking his cum back into you, he pulls out one last time with a heavy sigh. You lay there motionless listening to the sound of him zipping up his pants. You’re having trouble breathing now, with the tape still covering your mouth and your face pressed into the bed sheets. Fortunately, he turns you back over, forcing you to face him. His expression is cold and distant as he looks down upon you like you’re nothing. Like a rag he’s used and discarded. The focused look he had before has been replaced with one of ennui. He takes a cigarette out of a pack in his pocket and lights it up, filling your bedroom with smoke and the smell of tobacco. The sudden change is so jarring that all you can do is stare at him in horror.

He smokes for a couple minutes, blowing little puffs at you every now and then and smirking when you cough. The smell is overbearing, filling your nostrils and lungs with filth. When he finishes, he ashes the blunt on your windowsill and starts to say something. But right when he opens his mouth, the girl bursts into the room.

“Okay, we can go now,” she whines. “This stupid bitch is broke. She-”

When she looks at you, lying on the bed covered in cum, sweat, and tears, her face contorts into pure rage. She curses at you furiously, her anger directed at both you and the boy with the knife.

“What the fuck, Andrew?!” she hisses. “I leave for two seconds and you fuck this ugly floozie? I can’t trust you for shit! I can’t believe you’d-”

There’s a loud smack, followed by a thump as she hits the ground. “Andrew” crouches down and picks up his unconscious sister, throwing her over his shoulder as he stands up. You watch in confusion as he approaches you once more, cutting the ropes on your wrists and arms. You’re free, but sore as fuck from being bound in that position for so long, so you can barely move.

As you’re ripping off the tape, he stops at your doorway and turns around one last time.

“Don’t you dare call the cops,” he threatens, and his expression shows that it’s not a bluff. “If you're a good girl, I'll give you something nice the next time I come back."

You nod meekly, too terrified to move even though you’re now unbound. You stay completely still until he walks out the front door, leaving you behind to clean up the mess he’s made.

#mdni #tcoaal smut #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #dark content tw

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silence-burns · 1 year ago

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Just A Prank

Fandom: Fast and Furious

It'd been a while since Han had a chance to meet with so many familiar faces. With the sun high in the sky, and the smell of barbecue in the air, it was almost possible to enjoy it all.

He tried his best to ignore all the photos being taken of him by Tej and Roman enjoying themselves a little too much.

“You did hear me when I told you that I don't need all this?” Han asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Shhh, let the geniuses work. You're coming back to life in style!”

“Your silly dating app is no magical tool.”

“Oh no, no, pretty boy, the magicians are all in there, trust me,” Roman chuckled, not looking up from Han’s phone.

The day was too nice to stain it with pointless arguments, so Han turned back to his beer. His drink was slowly becoming lukewarm, both the sun and his warm palm working to heat it up.

He smiled to himself when he noticed Dom and Letty arrive in the driveway. Their boy was already running halfway through the yard. Han could've sworn it was only yesterday when he was taking his first steps. He made a mental note to visit the area more often. He had many reasons to.

“And what might this be? The lone wolf, drinking himself unconscious before the main course even arrives at the table? That's not a good look on you, Han.”

He glanced up at you and the beer froze halfway to his lips. You’d managed to sneak up on him, but no matter how many times it happened, his heart always skipped a few beats.

“I'm glad that being fashionably late is always a good look on you, then,” he replied through a tight throat, wondering whether you could hear the sudden rasp in his voice.

“How sweet. Good to know that one thing hasn’t changed.”

The smile you offered him blinded him more than the sun behind your back, but before his brain unfroze, Roman popped up right next to him, pushing the phone into Han’s hand.

“60 seconds on the app and look how successful you already are! The more the merrier, but I'd still suggest looking through this part in their profiles, just in case—...”

The rest drifted from Han's mind the moment he noticed your eyes looking down on his screen. There weren't any obvious changes on your face, but he saw the tension in your shoulders.

“Have fun,” was the only thing you said before you walked away from his spot to greet the rest of the ever growing family. Many voices overlapped, but he still only could hear yours.

Roman was already gone, unaware of what had transpired. He drifted off to the barbecue, acquiring a plate and a fork from somewhere Han couldn’t see.

Han put his beer down. He’d lost interest in it, and conceded the fight for its temperature to the sun.

The day wasn't supposed to go like this. It'd been a while since he last saw you. The time away had only made him miss the missions when the two of you paired up together more. Even if nothing ever happened, he could feel the invisible pull, as if gravity itself wanted to push him closer to you.

Getting it out of his head was a difficult task, and it only felt worse the closer he was to you.

Hours passed, and even though Han enjoyed the party and catching up with everyone, one thought at the back of his head wouldn't let him relax. He'd already turned his phone off, because dealing with the constant meaningless notifications was beyond his patience, but the harm had already been done. He could feel it in the way you made sure to be busy when Han approached, and how the only times you looked in his direction were during polite but group conversation that bounced from one topic to another.

It’d taken Han all of his self control not to run after you when he noticed you finally walking to the side, probably to lug a new crate of beer to the tables.

The evening sun was painting long shadows behind the house, but you still noticed Han following you.

“You can take the second one, if you're so eager to help.” You nodded to the side before walking past him.

Han took half a step to the left, blocking you ever so slightly.

“It was a misunderstanding,” he blurted quietly. He could've found better words to put everything back in place, but none came to him in the past few hours. “Roman was just being an ass. It's a very natural state to him.”

“I don't know what you're talking about. As far as I'm concerned, you are an adult capable of making your own choices. Have your fun, enjoy the world. That's what life is all about, right?”

The smile you presented him was just as wide as he remembered it, but it held no joy that used to pull him in like a moth to a flame.

“Life is more than shallow enjoyment. Especially when you bind yours together with another one.”

You snorted under your breath. The crate was not getting any lighter and your arms began to ache, so you put it down next to your feet. As much as you wanted to move on and get back to the party, it didn't look like you were getting a chance soon, unless you decided to walk directly through the blooming bushes next to the path.

“Han, we've been through this already. Just because we've—...”

“I was a fool for not making myself clear before, but I intend to fix it.” He took half a step closer without taking his eyes off you. “There is no reason for me to look at any of those strange apps Roman insisted on, because no one I actually want to find is in there. They are right in front of me and I have been too blind to see them.”

You blinked. He was still there, staring at you with a complicated mixture of hope and worry painted over his face. It was a strange sight coming from a person usually so composed, but a part of you was relieved to hear him.

“You could've just asked me to dinner.”

Han leaned down to effortlessly pick up the crate by your feet. “I could and I will. How about we start with a beer first?”

#han lue x reader #han lue x you #han lue #han seoul oh x reader #han seoul oh #han lue imagines #han lue fast and furious #fast and furious

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stardancerluv · 2 months ago

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A Space Journey

Part One of ???

Summary: Introduction to Tyler and his girl.

Notes/Warnings: I saw Alien Romulus and fell very hard for Tyler. 😍 Wanted to give him a story. Might be a bit of an AU in bits giving him a backstory and fuller future..probably write leading up to the movie & such. 😬Hope I do him justice. 😬Also first time writing scifi..and writing in a future of any kind…so 😬 hope I did good.

18 & over. Consensual sex between and man and woman. Angst. (It wrote itself..a bit long!

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback always welcome! Enjoy

The elevator whispered its way up from the depths of the mine to the top level. Some stared blindly ahead or in front of them, you chose some indiscernible place, not really seeing it. Your imagination conjured up happier moments from the past.

Behind you in one of the shadowy corners, the yellow bird in the cage chirped and fluttered its wings. Happy to be out of those large caverns. It was a good day. No leaving work prematurely. You would get your full credits for the day.

Stepping, out of the elevator you saw your boots were caked with the usual soot and mud. A cold, heavy rain dropped from the heavy clouds. It was not long before the rain seeped under the many layers of your clothes.

Tiredness, wore you down as you walked. Your body ached. You knew there were liberal smudges on your face, your hair was matted and oily under the hood you pulled more around your face.

You had not taken a decent shower in a few days since you knew you’d be pulling extra shifts back to back and since your boyfriend was off world till the end of the week. You just rolled in and out of bed and went and returned from work.

With all the soot flying around you squinted and paused when you saw the red neon sign, Bar. You pressed your lips together. You could go for a cold one, but you knew how rough the crowd could be at times. Without Tyler by your side you really didn’t want to venture in.

You decided to keep on going, pulling your hood tighter around you, wishing you could hide completely. A grumble gurgled from your stomach as it twisted in hunger. You would stop at the mess hall and grab some food before turning in at your sleep bunk.

Before, you realized what was happening you were tugged harshly into one of the nearby alleyways. Fear shot through you. You immediately started fighting. It was a regular occurrence people would get beat up, mugged or worse. People lost it out here on the mining planets, at least that was what your parents had always said.

“Shh, shhh. It’s easier when you don’t fight.” The voice whispered, as one hand had already slipped under the top layers of your clothes and now crept across your torso.

Only a thin, very worn scrap of fabric laid between you and the hand. Your hunger turned to nausea as you could feel the warmth from it. It was all you needed to fight even harder. You finally managed to stomp down on one of their feet.

“Oooooouch!” The voice called out and instantly let you go.

You turned around, your heart beating harder since you knew the voice.

“Tyler!” You scream and slapped his arm.

A large smile spread across his handsome face before he howled with laughter. Easily, he pulled you close and this time you wrapped your arms around him. Happily, you pressed yourself even closer against him.

“My strong, feisty girl.” He said breathless against the top of your head.

Easily, you forgot the wind or the rain pelting the two of you.

“You weren’t supposed be back for three days.” You managed to mumble out against his heavy clothes. Your body beginning to relax knowing you were now safe.

“We did good. Found more then expected and came back.”

You blinked up at him. “Really?”

“Yes.” He nodded, he was so soft and warm. “Let me take you home.”

*******

He took your hand as you walked up the steep steps into the hauler he shared with the others. You couldn’t help but notice no one was there.

“Bjorn and Navarro, left in a blink to get their drink and dance on. And Kay barely told me she was going out, when I heard the door shut.”

Leaning against the wall, you were relieved to be out of the soot cloaked air. You pulled and tugged, till you were free of your heavy boots. Once in your heavy socks, you were relieved the boots had kept your socks dry.

“Can’t blame them these last three weeks had felt long despite coming home a week early. I’m sure.”

You said with a fleeting smile. After you pulled off your gloves, you began working on the buttons of your heavy coat. Seeing, two of the buttons had been undone by him you glanced at him.

He winked. “What? I missed the feel of my girl.” You didn’t know how he could look cocky and sheepish at once but he did.

His cheekiness always made your heart flutter. In the few books, you managed to get your hands you figured you shared that with the girls of the past long gone.

“To be fair, I scrubbed up as fast as I could and headed out to find you.” He scratched at the back of his head. “Was going to check at the mine and the sleeping bunks.”

His mouth twisted at the last bit. You went over and gently tugged on his shirt. “I only do it when you’re not around, I’m cautious.”

“That’s what worries me.” He looked down at you and smiled, softly.

You could swim and lose yourself in his dark eyes, as the two of you looked unwavering at each other. No words were needed as the emotions welled up at his return. You swallowed. There was always chance he’d crash during reentry. Heck could during take off too, but Navarro was a pretty good pilot so you didn’t worry too much about take off.

He rubbed your arms. “Why don’t you go and wash up and I’ll make us something to eat.”

“Alright. Just don’t burn it this time.”

“Don’t invite me into the shower cubicle and I won’t.”

“I did that didn’t I?”

He smirked. “You certainly did.”

“Alright. Maybe this time I will behave myself.” You giggled.

******

The water from the shower head fell on you with a good pressure. Since Tyler and the others were known as pretty scavengers the company allowed them some nicer things. Water pressure and rations were among them.

You stood there not worried that the warm water would run out too fast. You just let it melt the cold from the mine and outside that remained in you. The water around your feet obscured with the soot that had clung to you, your hair.

Stretching, you sighed as the crisp scent of his soap comforted you. Turning the knobs, you finally stepped from the shower onto the rough mat which had become a welcome feel under foot as opposed to the cold tile in mass shower rooms.

You smiled, seeing that Tyler had hung up a fresh shirt and the pair of cotton pants, you usually stole when you stayed there. They had shrank in one of the laundry services so they fit you better. Seeing the bundle of yours gone, you knew he must have taken them to put into cleaning cycle.

After slipping on the fresh clothes you reached up and grabbed his towel, it was still faintly wet from his using it earlier. The thought made you smile as you rubbed your hair with it.

*******

You gently slumped against Tyler’s side. Reaching, you placed your fork with a clank on the plate in front of you, only some cornbread crumbs remained.

“You did it. You made a half way decent meal which you didn’t burn.” You said with a half smile on your face.

“Well, I got to do good by my girl.”

******

His sheets were softer, his pillows fuller and they smelled liked him. His bed, softer then the bunks easily gave under the weight of the two of you.

He was partially on you, your arms around him. His hair soft, as your fingers entwined in the inky strands. Your lips had met and not wanted to part. They were much softer now, then a few month intervals after discovering that softening ointment. It beat away the chapping the wind whipping at your faces did and made the kisses all the more enjoyable. They were far sweeter then any candy you could save up for with your credits.

Pausing, as you felt his hand slipping under the hem shirt you wore; you excitedly letting your fingers leave the softness of his hair pulled up on the shirt and more of yourself was revealed to him. You happily tossed it without worry. His room was always clean and fresh, once he had peaked into his cousin’s room and they couldn’t be anymore opposite.

It puzzled you that Navarro could even tolerate it. But then again the two of you were also very different.

You were soft compared to his toned torso. It excited you and made you feel safe. You had seen him handle himself more then one time at the Bar. Whether defending your honor, his sisters or some stupid fight by the tempers flairing.

Opening, yourself you did so with a warmth and love that you would never allow the company steal away from you.

His lips, grazed your cheeks as he drew close to ear to whisper soft words only spoke between the two of you. Never to be shared.

“Are you well, is now a good time?” You could practically feel his heart thudding in his chest.

You nodded.

The first time or at least the aftermath of it had been right on the cusp of your cycle. Your excitement of him reciprocating your feelings and sharing first touches, kisses had stolen your body’s cues to its soon arrival. When the two of you had awoken the next day, worry had clouded your mind, believing it had ruined any chance of continuing things. But he had been kind, warm not just the cheeky guy who had made your heart squeeze with a wink or a smirk.

“I could barely focus these last three weeks, all I could think about was this. I needed to fuck, my sweet girl, remind her who I am after being off world for so long.”

The contrast to his sweet nature and razor sharp lust, made you moan and make your desire sharpen for him.

“I’m all yours.”

A soft moan broke from your lips and his, as he entered you. You arched against him, you had craved him as well. It had been hard to not answer any of the wanton calls from your body in his absence. Together you found your rhythms and moved. Your breathless moans became louder, sharper the closer you drew to cumming hard under him. You always felt so wonderfully wilted liked the dried flowers people once would keep in those books you had read from that had spoken of love and dreams.

Clutching him hard, your fingers gently pulling on his soft strands you arched against him once again. Your body tightening with pleasure he was giving you. Before you could hold it; it all shattered into moon dust. You softened and wilted under him. He was and would only be the only one to ever make you feel like this.

You met his hungry kisses, whimpering at the well placed love bites, he loved leaving. You felt how his body tightened above you. His deep, pleasure filled moan that filled the small room, you knew he had felt what you had. You relished making him feel just as good. His breath hot as he panted, a soft peppering of kisses as he rested his forehead against yours.

*******

“Hey! Where are you going?”

You had thought you could safely grab your discarded shirt from earlier and curl back up to his side before he even noticed. But that wasn’t the case.

One of his strong arms wrapped around you and held you tightly against him. You turned easily in it to face him. “Was just grabbing my shirt. I had taken a small chill.”

“You’ve got me.” And soon he pulled the blanket and himself closer around you. You were enveloped by him, almost completely.

You pretended to think about it. “This is so much better.”

“It had better be.” And he gave you a quick kiss.

The rain streaked down his window. The brightness of the fluorescent lights that lined the roads of the colony were muted from where he was.

“How long do I have you this time?” You whispered after a few beats of your heart.

“Long enough.”

You wanted to reply with the snappy answer that it never was but you learned this, right now was long enough. Every moment the two of you were together was.

A commotion, peels of laughter and a door slamming shut; drifted through his closed door.

“They’re home.”

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“Hey, hey you’re here lady. Missed you! We need to catch up and have some girl talk in the morning!”

“If she’s awake.” Tyler called back.

“Hey! I wasn’t talking to you.”

You giggled against his chest. “Sure! Sounds like a plan.” You finally called back.

“Great.” She called, her voice further away and then you could hear the one creak in the floor that you knew meant she was now by her own room.

“Here we go.” Tyler whispered.

As the exaggerated laughter came closer flowed by a thud as either Bjorn or Navarro bumped his door, by tipsy accident or deliberate. When they had a few drinks one could never be sure.

“Tyler, now you better be treating that girl of yours in there right. No funny business.”

“Hey, hey now.”

There was a smack and a similar oww, must run in the family you mused.

“He used to be a brute my cousin. He had to learn to be nice and charming.”

“He was always charming and nice to me.” You spoke up.

“Good.” His cousin replied.

“See she confirms. He’s been good to her.”

“Do I give him a gold star then?”

“Come on, let them have some peace. I want to get out of these high boots.”

“Now, I like hearing that.”

And there was only muted muffled sounds, if at all.

“Now that the circus passed.”

You giggled and shook your head. “You love them.”

“I do. I do.” He stretched, but still kept an arm around you. He gave your hip a squeeze.

“So you used to be a brut huh?”

“Yes, but you changed things.” He winked.

#archie renaux #archie renaux imagine #archie renaux fanfiction #tyler harrison #tyler harrison x reader #tyler alien romulus #tyler harrison x you #tyler harrison x y/n #tyler harrison imagine #tyler harrison fluff #tyler harrison angst #a space journey #part one

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cubbihue · 22 days ago

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HIHIHIIII

IM NOT DEAD. PROBABLY. IM LIKE. STILL DOING ITTY BITTIES I PROMMY

ITS JUST. BEEN A VERY FILLED WEEK. CAUSE I GOT A NEW JOB !!!

hopefully things will settle down by next week so I can go back to regularly updating itty bitties. its just on an impromptu unexpected pause.

FOR NOW THOUGH!!! HERE'S A WHOLE SNIPPET OF DOODLES FOR THE NXT 5 BITTY UPDATES!!! I have them all sketched/inked up. it was just. unforutnate timing that I also got a job right before i could finish them to post in full

ITTY BITTIES SNEAK PEAKS BELOW

featuring in order: cupid, dev, timmy, timmy, dev

(shhh ignore this. this is my old pinned. itll be my pinned again. just wanna. make this one my current pin so peeps will know. im hoping things work out by wednesday)

#cubbi art #fairly oddparents #itty bitties update #fop a new wish #HOPEFULLY. THINGS GET BETTER. IM HOPING SOOOO BADLY #IF NOT UPDATES MAY BE STALLED VERY SLOWLY BUT AUGHGHGHGH

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bigmpregnm · 2 months ago

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Five-Star Pecs - Part 4

[Story Collection] | [Part 3] [●] [Part 5🔴]

Jack stood frozen by the bed, unable to look anywhere else, carefully observing the head of Steve’s first baby emerging slowly, soon crowning and making Steve grunt.

“Wow, Steve, this is incredible. I mean, an actual baby is coming out of you,” Jack managed to say, still in shock.

“Yeah, incredible is one way to describe it... uugghh,” Steve responded amidst the intensity of the burning sensation in his hole as the first baby was crowning. “Please bring the things I asked for. This baby will be out in no time. Fuck! It burns!”

Steve’s screams took Jack out of his trance, and the nervous guy ran out of the bedroom, leaving Steve alone. With each push, Steve felt the burning sensation getting more intense, and the overall discomfort that had taken over his body also worsened. The babies in his belly intensified their kicking, reminding him there was still a long way to go. Additionally, his pecs were still making a huge mess because the flow of milk coming out of his nipples wasn’t stopping, probably getting stronger instead.

Steve pushed, guided by the instinct of his laboring body. He had seen videos and read articles about childbirth, but even all the information could’ve never prepared him enough to deal with the immense pain he was experiencing. It wasn’t only the contractions making the muscles in his abdomen contract but also the painful way his hole squirmed and stretched to propel the baby into the world.

“Please, please, please, this head feels huge. Uugghh,” Steve managed to mumble as the broadest part of the baby’s head stretched his hole even more. “Just, please, come out already!”

With a strong push, Steve finally felt the head of the baby popping out, along with a gush of fluids, making him feel some relief and joy, even though he knew it was just the beginning of the process. Steve panted heavily as the baby started slowly turning, giving him a few seconds to summon the energy to continue the arduous work of giving birth to his five babies. While the head of his first baby hung free from his body, Steve couldn’t help but think about the night that led him to his current condition.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that,” Steve whispered, rubbing the sides of his still-overpacked belly. “But damn, he was a hot man,” he added, weakly smiling.

“What the fuck?! There’s a head…” Jack shouted as he entered the room again with all the much needed supplies, taking Steve out of his trance. “I mean, yay! What a beautiful baby,” Jack said sarcastically, making Steve chuckle.

“Yes, Sherlock, babies have heads, and I… ooohhh… I think their heads usually come out first,” Steve managed to say as the baby continued turning and the process to free the shoulders started. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Uugghh. I need you to…”

“Shhh… Just push; I think I know what to do. I saw a short video while the water boiled,” Jack said, getting between Steve’s legs and holding the head of the baby with his hands. “Man, you owe me big time for this. It’s gross, but cute.”

“I’ll do anything. Oh, oh, help take these kids out of me, and I’ll do anything!” Steve shouted, feeling his hole stretching more than ever as the baby’s seemingly broad shoulders came out.

Steve clenched his jaw with each contraction, making his best effort to push with all he had to pass the widest part of the baby’s body. As he continued pushing, he absentmindedly tried to curl his body up, attemting to give more strength to the pushes. However, leaning his head forward forced his mouth and nose against his enormously overflowing pecs, making him feel suffocated. His chest was reaching unprecedented levels of fullness, adding another layer of discomfort to his already exhausted body.

Steve felt the first shoulder come out while he took deep breaths before each push. He groaned loudly when the second shoulder finally popped out, making the pain reach its peak. Steve couldn’t see anything beyond the horizon of his big belly, but having the upper part of his baby out of his body allowed him to realize how big the kids in his belly were. This realization took Steve’s mind back to the night of the conception of the babies, and he blamed himself for picking up the biggest guy among the crowd.

“Again, I’m not an expert, but I don’t think this is the average size for a newborn,” Jack said, placing his hand beneath the baby while it slowly continued its way out.

“Blame it on the dad... uugghh... and I’m not talking about me.” Steve pushed his head forward, feeling his belly shake with many kicks as the first baby moved slowly into the world.

“I want to hear that story, and you can’t say no; you owe that to me,” Jack said, chuckling. “Now, this big baby is almost out. Here’s the strong torso. Come on, Steve! You’ve got this! Just a little more!”

“Damn it! Shut up! We’re not at the gym doing sets. Uugghh… You have no idea... how much… this hurts,” Steve said, letting a low groan out as the hips of the baby came out.

“Almost there. It’s a boy and a big boy, I must say,” Jack said, laughing. “No surprise, considering I have your big thing fully hard right before my eyes,” Jack added as the legs of the baby finally slid out of Steve with even more fluids.

“Ohhh my... How is the baby?” Steve asked as he collapsed back onto the mattress, heavily panting and looking exhausted. “Jack! How is my baby?” he asked firmly, awaiting a response.

Immediately, the newborn’s cry echoed in the room as Jack carefully cradled the infant, giving him the required attention. Jack wiped away the residual fluids and gently cleared the airways using a clean napkin. Once the cleaning was over, Jack managed to cut the cord like he had seen on the video and then swaddled the baby in a soft blanket, inspecting his not-so-tiny body in detail. While the baby cried loudly, Jack smiled, shocked by the miracle he had witnessed.

“He’s perfectly fine. You did amazing,” Jack said as he approached Steve with the baby in his arms. “I think he’s super ready to meet his... daddy,” Jack added, carefully placing the newborn in Steve’s arms.

“I’m… Oh, look at this big boy. You’re such a handsome boy. You made me scream in pain, but I can’t believe you’re finally here,” Steve said as tears of joy poured down his cheeks. As soon as the baby boy felt Steve’s arms against his body, the cries stopped, and soft coos replaced them. “You’re perfect.”

Steve leaned forward and kissed the baby’s forehead, making Jack sigh due to the sweet scene. “I think you should give him some milk. Your nipples have been leaking all along, so I think you should put all that milk to good use,” Jack said, gently patting one of Steve’s pecs, making it shoot even more milk into the air like a fountain. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know they were so sensitive.” Jack added, grining,

“You have no idea. I really need some milking, but I think this big boy will help me with that,” Steve said, caressing the newborn’s hands. “Could you help me get more into a sitting position to feed him? I’m sure he’s hungry.”

With Jack’s gentle guidance, Steve adjusted his position, cradling the baby in a way that allowed easy access to his engorged nipples. The baby nuzzled against Steve’s chest, seeking comfort and nourishment, while Jack observed the tender scene with a mixture of admiration and support. In a quiet and peaceful moment, Steve, guided by instinct and a few tips he had picked up, helped the baby to latch onto his engorged nipple.

When the baby took the nipple into his mouth and started sucking and swallowing, Steve couldn’t contain more tears from falling down his cheeks. The soft sound of the baby sucking and swallowing very quickly, due to the rich flow of milk provided by Steve’s pecs, made both guys’ hearts feel warm. Steve’s heart was bursting with happiness due to the incredible feeling of having one of the babies he carried inside his belly for nine months in his arms and being able to provide milk for him, while Jack felt lucky to be the witness of such an extraordinary and cute miracle.

While the baby kept drinking, Steve started feeling some relief on the pec the baby was latching onto, but the other one was feeling plumper than ever, and the pressure was almost unbearable. Steve moved his free hand to his free pec and started softly caressing it in an attempt to feel some relief. Steve was so entranced by the perfect baby suckling on his nipple that he didn’t notice the soft moans escaping his lips.

“Do you… Do you need some help with that?” Jack asked, reaching to touch Steve’s pecs. “I mean, you seem to be in discomfort, and I have two hands if you need a massage,” Jack added, placing his hands on Steve’s free pec, making Steve shake.

“It’s just so full. The baby is helping with the pressure on the other one, but this is getting unbearable,” Steve said between groans as Jack started massaging his enormously plump pec. “I wish I had my pumps here. I really need a milking,” Steve said, chuckling at his absurd situation.

“You’re not only a beached whale but also a dairy cow,” Jack said, laughing and focusing his massage around Steve’s engorged nipple. “Well… I used to visit my grandpa’s farm during the summers, so I think I know a few tricks.”

Jack started rubbing circles around Steve’s areola, making him moan louder. The milk flow started getting more potent, so the pressure within Steve’s pecs decreased. Steve closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his first baby suckling endlessly on his nipple while Jack massaged his other nipple, and the four babies within his belly started kicking up a storm again. His moans and groans became louder as his breaths shortened.

“Jack… I think… I think... oh, that feels so good, but...” Steve said, enjoying the massage but longing for more at the same time. He also felt the babies in his belly getting restless and pressure building up between his legs. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jack grinned and, without hesitation, got his lips around Steve’s free nipple and started suckling, making the pregnant guy moan even louder. “What… What are you doing?” Steve said between groans as he felt the pressure within his pec finally come down to a manageable level. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” he added as he felt Jack attempting to move off his pec.

Jack continued suckling and swallowing, looking up at Steve’s blushed face. The room was mostly silent, except for the sounds of Jack and the baby suckling and swallowing. Also, some moans escaped Steve’s lips as relief washed over him for a few seconds. However, as the baby and Jack nursed on his pecs, Stece couldn’t ignore the movements within his belly. The pressure on his lower abdomen and hips was worsening as the next baby positioned itself for delivery.

“Jack… Jack! I can feel the next one. I don’t want you to stop, but the next one... aahhh... the next one is coming!” Steve said, screaming as he felt a powerful contraction take over his belly. “Help me get in position.”

Jack finally released Steve’s nipple and playfully kissed his massive pec. “Oh, I think I know how you’re going to pay for ruining my couch and my mattress and for traumatizing me while helping you with this,” Jack said with a grin and helped Steve get into the birthing position again.

“I’ll do anything! But help me take them all out now!” Steve said, and as the second baby entered his birth canal, his belly started contracting even more. “It’s coming. I need to push again,” Steve said as he took deep breaths and started pushing again.

With his first son still nursing on his chest, Steve focused on the intense urge to push to deliver his second baby. With his free hand, he gently caressed the sides of his still-overfilled belly, trying to find some comfort among the indescribable pain he was experiencing. Recognizing Steve’s need for relaxation, Jack reached for the massive, contracting belly and gently rubbed big circles over its surface. The soothing touch helped ease some of the tension and the pain coursing through Steve’s body.

“How are you so good at this?” Steve said as he felt his whole body relaxing thanks to Jack’s massage. “I’d swear you have helped another guy give birth already,” he added, laughing at his own ridiculous situation.

“Oh, yeah. I have at least one delivery a day. Only yesterday, I had another friend who had octuplets, and his pecs flooded the apartment,” Jack responded, playing along to help Steve deal with the pain. “I’m a natural at this. Next time, tell me earlier so I can get ready to help you give birth,” he added, hearing Steve groan loudly.

“Hell no. I’m not doing this ever again,” Steve said, pushing hard and feeling the head of the second baby crowning. “Oh, fuck, it burns! It’s not getting any easier.”

“Yeah, because you’re giving birth to another huge baby. Who knocked you up? A giant?” Jack said, leaving Steve’s belly and focusing on the head of the baby coming out.

Steve couldn’t respond as the head of the baby continued its way out, and the widest part of the head stretched his hole to the limit again. The contractions came like waves of pressure and pain, intensifying and leaving Steve breathless. While he focused on pushing, he didn’t notice the baby on his pec had released his nipple and had fallen asleep with his tummy full of daddy’s milk. The constant flow of milk hadn’t stopped on any of his nipples, growing the wet mess on Jack’s bed.

Then, with a loud groan and a strong push, Steve cleared the head of the second baby, just as big as the first one, letting more fluids fall on Jack’s mattress. Beads of sweat glistened on Steve’s forehead while his belly shined under the light, with sweat and milk covering the surface. The sensations were overwhelming, and on top of it all, the constant kicking in his belly reminded Steve that there were three more babies inside him, waiting for their turn to come out.

With each push, the second baby inched its way into the world. One by one, the shoulders popped out, making Steve shout and cry in pain. He wanted to shout louder, but his paternal side didn’t want to scare the baby sleeping in his arms.

“You’ve got this. This time, it was faster. The baby is halfway out and looks as big as the first one. You really need to tell me who got you into this mess,” Jack said, holding the head and torso of the second baby while Steve kept pushing and groaning in pure agonizing pain.

“Just catch the baby... or pull it by the arms... Just take him out!” Steve pushed and groaned when the hips came out, revealing to a marveling Jack that it was another boy.

With one final push, Steve felt the rest of the baby’s body leave him, allowing him to rest and catch his breath. Incredibly exhausted, Steve leaned back on Jack’s bed while his chest and belly heaved up and down with his breathing. Meanwhile, Jack repeated the procedure he followed with the first baby. As he cleared the airways and cleaned the face from residual fluids, the second baby started crying loudly, making Steve get emotional again at the realization that his second baby was fine.

However, the loud cry woke the first baby up, and he joined the cry. “Shhh. Hey, it’s fine. I’m here. No need to be scared; it’s just your little brother,” Steve said to the baby in his arms while Jack finished the cleaning and cut the cord.

“I wouldn’t say he’s a little brother since he’s just as big as the first one,” Jack said as he approached Steve with the second baby in arms. “Look at this handsome boy, just as cute as the daddy and older brother.” Jack added as he placed the baby in Steve’s free arm.

With both newborns in his arms, Steve kissed their foreheads, and the crying stopped. “You’re so cute and so big. So perfect, my big boys,” Steve said in tears while his sons nuzzled against his pecs. Coos filled the peaceful room as Steve enjoyed the moment and marveled at his newly growing family.

“I guess he’s hungry. Let me help you into the proper position to feed him,” Jack said, helping Steve into a sitting position where he could rest the babies on top of his belly to guide the second one to the engorged nipple. “And let me clean that nipple before he gets it in his mouth because, you know, I...” Jack said, carefully cleaning Steve’s nipple with a wet napkin.

“You inaugurated my nipple before he did,” Steve said, chuckling and moving the baby to his nipple once Jack had finished. “I really owe you big time. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“It’s cool. Your milk is delicious, and... well, I’ll do anything it takes to help you go through this. Seriously, anything. Just say it, and I’ll do it.” Jack said, smiling at Steve and reaching for his big belly to gently rub it.

“You really mean it?” Steve asked, and Jack nodded. “You’ve done so much already, and... I know I might be asking too much, but... There’s something that’s been bothering me all along, Steve said, looking down but only able to see his massive pecs and belly.

“Sure, name it, and I’ll do it,” Jack said with a kind but lustful smile.

In the sitting position, Steve leaned back and spread his legs similarly to the birthing position. He could feel the babies moving and rolling within his belly in preparation for the next birth while under his belly, his hard dick was begging for some attention, and the ache in his balls was reaching unbearable proportions.

“My pecs aren’t the only thing overflowing really often. The hormones drive me crazy, and they get me horny. Trust me, I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t need some relief down there,” Steve said, leaving Jack in shock for a few seconds, but soon his expression changed into a lustful grin.

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#mpreg #mpreg story

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sulumuns-dootah · 1 month ago

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6. 10. Lingerie - Andrealphus

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A/N: Probably should've spaced this one more further from the Foras one, but eh... I kinda wanted the month to start off more tame than it ends :D

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The TV is softly playing some cartoon as far as Andrealphus is able to tell from the overexaggerated voices. His hands are sharpening his scythe, almost giving the impression like he can see.

“Andre, I'm home!” a thud coming from the front door announces your entrance.

“Ah, Y/N.” the adorable demon smiles in your direction and sets the sharpening stone on the coffee table in front of him, instead reaching for a rag to clean the blade off of any metal dust.

The sound of your footsteps tells Andre that you've gone to your shared bedroom while carrying some bags. They must be from your shopping trip with Gamigin and Dantalian.

It's quiet again save for the sound of the show on TV as the demon finishes the upkeep of his weapon and places it back to its place where it'll remain until he's off to another hunt. As he's making sure it stays secure, another sound of doors closing makes him turn in its direction.

He makes a small squeak, trying to deduce how close you are standing to him, but your steps are quick to give away your movement towards him. Two soft hands wrap around his waist and your head leans against his chest. The demon also wraps one of his arms around you to find out that you're wearing your silken robe. Already wanting to go to bed?

“I had fun with those two, but I kinda wish you went along too.” he can feel you lift your head, resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him.

“I know. I wish I could've come too, but I've been tracking down that angel for months, bunny.” Andre sighs and runs his hand through your hair. He really feels guilty, but he promises both to you and himself that he'll take you somewhere once he's done with this one group of angels that work under Raphael.

“Mh... Wanna know what I've bought?” you say with a hint of mischief in your voice and start to pull away.

Andrealphus nods and you lead him by the hand back to the couch. You push him down to sit and it gets quiet for a second as he can hear you tapping on your phone. The TV switches from the sound of a cartoon to some sensual music and the demon realises what exactly is happening.

The rustling of fablic indicating you taking your robe off and walking up to him excites him in all the right places. By the time you're climbing onto his lap, you're able to fully feel his boner and you can't help but smirk.

Grasping onto your hips, the butcher demon feels many many intricate mesh flower designs. Some are rough to the touch and others are soft with parts of your bare skin I between them. Andrealphus can't help but to explore your familiar curves as you start to slowly grind yourself on him while kissing him deeply.

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Shhh... The prompt for tomorrow is Praise kink ^^

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#Helltober'24 #whb andrealphus

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simplyvyn · 4 months ago

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𝑹 𝑼 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 ?

All Blade ever wants to say to you is " R u mine?".. Are you mine for tomorrow? Are you mine for tonight? Or are you mine mine?

Blade x gn! Reader | wc: 1.1k

Warnings: ooc blade, headcanons w drabble, reader is not apart of the stellaron hunters

Okay. Lets start with, what kind of thing are you two exactly? You two arent practically friends nor enemies. Its like you two are more than just comfort buddies. You two vent to each other but with more.. feelings and touch.

Sometimes when its you (mostly you) who vents to Blade about stuff, Lets say.. you're in his lap. Or hes actually hugging you. Or hes cuddling with you in bed to comfort you. Or he would be the one to wipe your tears away.

"Its so tiring!" Blade was holding your face gently with his own rough hands with bandaged scars, wiping your tears. "Shhh. I'll take care of all of them for you, dear." Well that's for.. later. Right now his number one priority in the whole wide world is to.. hug you. For comfort! Definitely! And it worked. You hugged that man back. "Thanks. Blade." You we're still sniffling a bit. Catching your breath.

Or when its Blade and its like.. the mara feeling is there but not out yet (please get what i mean here..) You would be the one to comfort him! Its of course still sitting on his lap, or cuddling or hugging. (Blade prefers the cuddling, by the way!)

"Take a breath, Blade." And he copied what you did, slowly inhaling, slowly exhaling. Great. You two were just sitting at the couch and you decided to help him with meditate. Is it rude to say that Blade expected something more? Its fine. You read him like a book! With a sigh, you opened your arms to let him cuddle you as he rests his head at the crook of your neck. "Really? You find this way more relaxing?" A pinch went to your waist. "I was just kidding! Dont involve me with your mara shizams!"

But other than being each others comfort, you guys just live with each others presence. Let's say, going out to eat, watching beautiful sceneries or sometimes you two can go simple by holding each other and rest. Or simply watching movies together while you two cook. Never let Blade cook meat or chicken.

Honestly, with all this both you question each others feelings. You question your feelings about him, and Blade questions his feelings about you. Or sometimes you two get curious, if you two feel the same and what would happen if eventually you two do. Or what if you two don't?

Between you and Blade, Blade is mostly the one two overthink the feelings. You just cherish the time you can get being with him. Who knows if he is willing to do something risky and try to take another step with you. Plus, you honestly forget your feelings and all you can feel was comfort and safety when your with Blade. Shocking, right? Almost everyone wouldn't feel that way for the one and only Blade.

Let's talk about Blade's feelings this time. Sometimes when you don't need comfort or let's say, you don't need Blade yet, He would be somewhere far but close. Watching over you, keeping his distance. He's doing this for two reasons. One; to check up on you if you're safe. Two; because he misses you.

Sometimes when you two cuddle eachother, and you slept first, he would admire you for a few seconds. 1, 2, 3, and a slight pink tint goes up to his cheeks. While, he's admiring you, he wouldn't even notice he's slowly pulling you closer to him, pulling you and pushing you closer to his body. Only then, he would have his rest.

At the first stages of you two's friendship, and you cuddle, you would expect he already left. Silently. But now, when he lets himself be vulnerable with you. He waits by your side. Waiting for you to wake up. Secretly hoping when you do, he'd get to spend time with you more.

I mean, you two have been together for a long time, which gives Blade a confusing feeling. At first, he thinks your presence would probably be a heal, at this point. Like when he's with you, he feels alot less.. mara, you know.

Sometimes when he's with you, he would be staring admirably at you. Sometimes you would notice, and it makes you all shy and try to cover your face. Blade, obviously noticed it. But not you noticing that he was looking. He himself didn't even notice him looking at you.

Even when with the other Stellaron Hunters, they get quite concerned about Blade's feelings with you.

"Hey Blade, I noticed you've been looking quite distracted lately. Want a soda?" Silver Wolf asks with Blade declining. "He's distracted because of that little lover he has from the Luofu. I guess i can understand him. But she can get in the way of Elio's script." Kafka noted. "I only go to them when we're not on script." Blade told Kafka. "Dear, we never run out of script. Elio just never tells us."

"Then maybe having that little lover with Blade is apart of the script." Silver Wolf answered.

Sometimes you two can get overboard. Or maybe you. Sometimes, you'd flirt with Blade jokingly and he'd take if seriously.

Or sometimes you two initiate physical contact to much. I mean cuddling? Basking in each others presence? Your hands around his neck? His hands around your waist? Sometimes you'd even kiss his cheek?!

You guys had, of course, awkward moments where you two almost did things couples did. For example..

"Blade..?" He was holding two of your hands, each one on the sides of your head, completely pinned. You had asked out of the ordinary, what Blade thinks of you. He took a long time thinking about it, and you were just impatient for an answer. He didn't even notice what he's doing to you right now. A few seconds, and he did, before he completely wooshed away, you definitely noticed a blush.

Did i mention that you are actually the one who always will be the one to bandage the scars he has all over him? Its all you, aiding all thats scars little or big. But Blade took a notice how when he was the one creating scars, it was rough. When you were healing them, it was gentle. It kind of amazed Blade.

But alas, the two of you are not yet ready to go to the next level are you? Neither is Blade. Maybe his heart is just too sensitive to fill with love again. And your heart is just too small to give everything to Blade as well. So let's keep it at this level, okay?

Taglist: @hitomisuzuya

A/n: mb guys, this took long, had to make sure it aint too short😓😓

#honkai sr #honkai star rail #hsr x you #hsr blade #hsr x gender neutral reader #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x y/n #vynwrites #hsr blade x reader

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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Ceil cousin and her baby both now trap in England

How would other characters outside the Phantomhive reaction will be seeing the pretty widowed mother?

Cousin Mother Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Sebastian

is probably the one you have to watch out the most for

He has the easiest access to you upon Ciel’s command

And he definitely sees you at your most vulnerable

Feeding and raising your child, trying to somehow get comfortable in your new life

“My lady, you seem exhausted. If need be I would be more than happy to relieve some of your stress.”

“Humph! If you really wanted to help you’d let me leave.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Exactly so you can be of no assistance to me.”

He can outlast you

Waiting until you either pass out from tiredness or stress

to lay your child to rest and nurse you to health

“I love how you keep me on my toes, Ms. (Y/n). But I’m persistent.”

Bardroy

He doesn’t mind the sexy mama visiting him in the kitchen to compliment throwaway his awesome food

Or if you can cook alongside him he’s even more enthused

He totally agrees with the circumstances that keep you there

But he also understands your frustration

Something he knows not many others in the home

“Well I see why yer feelin’ trapped…”

“See?”

“But thats no reas’n ta hate the yung master. He’s only tryin’ to help.”

And without Ciel’s say-so you and your his kid are his priority

If your so insistent on going out you’ll go with him right?

Like on a little date

He likes his women stubborn so he’s willing to compete with Sebastian on this

“Well Missus would you rather take I you to the market or him?”

“Please Bardroy, Miss (Y/n) is meant to travel with me, as the young master intended.”

“I prefer to travel with Bard. Don’t you think so sweetie?”

“Yeah!”

😠

😏

Mey-Rin

Mey-Rin is similar to Bardroy but she has loads more access to you

She handles your clothes, dirty and not

She delivers your documents or late night meals

If she isn’t sharing the room with you she’s guarding you at night

“Ahh~Lady (Y/n)’s sleepin’ soundly, yes she is!...I’m sure she’d like it I ‘elped her massage, she would!”

She thinks your the coolest and will spend her time with you orwatchingyoufrombehindthebushes

She thinks you and your kid are so cute

She couldn’t be happier that you can’t actually leave

Not that she’d let you

She already thinks its progessive enough that you work

And that deserves all the praise

“Whoa mistress (Y/n) read that whole contract in such a short amount of time?! Well its just like her to be the best, yes it is!”

Finnian

Finney is happy he gets to play with your kid

Though he knows to be gentle

But he hasn’t known love until you pat him on the head,smiling “Good job, Finny.”

From then he’s like an overpowered labrador

Happily following behind you to join your kid in trying to garner your attention

When Sebastian’s not dragging him away in light of his work

He’s trying to rest his head on your lap onyourchest

Or join you in your office Bedroom

While his naivete may allow you to get away with somethings

He always seems to recall just how sad he’d be if you tried to leave

“Miss (Y/n)....you can’t leav….no…no…I won’t let you! You have to stay with me!”

Undertaker

He’s intrigued by you

For the time he’s been alive its not everyday he finds a woman so argumentative

But of course your in the company of the abnormal anyway

He’s thrilled to find that you often join in his laughter

Or your able to banter with him which Sebastian and Ciel avoid

He often is ignored by the duo which makes it easier for him to leave an impression on you

“So ‘Miss,’ is it? Is your husband truly out the picture?”

“If you count being dead out of the picture then yes.”

“Ah then would you give me *flips his bangs up* an old crone, like me a chance?”

“U-undertaker? Y-you’re eyes are–!”

“Shhh shhh. Let’s keep that as secret, for now. But do tell may I steal you away?”

He’s had time to think about what woman want to hear

But he doubts your willing to accept normal means

So he’ll just take you for now, only to be stolen back by Sebastian when they realize you or your son is missing

“Don’t mind the lack of space in the coffin Deary, its meant for three!”

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lvis44 · 1 year ago

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Sweet Escape - Pt. 2 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, 18+ NSFW (Minors DNI), smut, regret of sexual acts, alcohol consumption, age difference, jealousy, general angst, secrecy, not edited

Word Count: 4.6k+

Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

Notes: We had some drama in the last part, but things are going to start getting a little unhinged, buckle up! The next part probably won't be up until the beginning of next week. Try to ignore the fact that I can not and never have been able to keep the same tense through a whole story and I am a fan of run on sentences, its simply how my brain works lol. I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Thank you for all of the love thus far! Enjoy!

Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One

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You jolt awake to the feeling of a hand brushing over your forehead. You have absolutely no idea how long you’ve been asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch. It could have been 10 minutes or five hours.

“Sorry, sorry, shhh it’s okay.” A familiar British accent soothes you, his hand still stroking your hair in a comforting manner.

“Lew?” You croak out, your voice much more hoarse than you had expected it to be.

“It’s me sweetie.” His voice stays low and comforting, “Why are you on the couch?”

It takes you a second to blink your eyes open, blurriness clouding your vision. When you finally see him, he looks exhausted, and maybe a little drunk.

“I was worried about you, tried to stay up” You mumble drearily, still not really awake.

“I’m sorry, I’m okay, no need to worry about me.” His large hand comes to rest on your cheek as you start to wake up a bit more.

“Where did you go?” You ask, trying to elbow yourself up on the couch slightly.

He frowns, looking away from you, “Don’t worry about it. How about you get to bed? I’m home now, no need for concern.”

You nod, getting up from the couch and heading towards the hallway where everyone is asleep. You pause for a moment, remembering that Talia has taken over your room. You glance at the clock over the bar, seeing that it’s past three in the morning. You know Charlotte offered for you to sleep with her but you feel bad possibly waking her after she's already been asleep for nearly four hours. You let out a deep sigh, turning back toward Lewis. He’s sitting on the couch where you left him, his legs wide with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, he looks distressed. He doesn’t seem to even realize that you're still in the room as you make your way over to the bar. You grab two fresh glasses, pouring the both of you a drink. His head snaps up as he hears the liquid pouring. You carefully make your way over to him, wordlessly offering him one of the glasses before you take a seat next to him.

“You should really go to bed Y/N.” He says without much meaning, taking a sip of the fresh Gin and Tonic, leaning back into the couch.

“Talk to me.” You say, ignoring his comment, curling yourself up into the couch. Your knees are to your chest as you face him, his arm coming up over the back of the couch, just barely above you.

“What do you even want me to say?” He laughs almost cynically.

“Where did you go tonight?” You ask against your better judgment. You’ve known Lewis long enough to know that when he says he doesn't want to talk about something, he truly doesn't, but your curiosity is getting the best of you.

He lets out a long sigh, leaning forward to set his drink down on the coffee table before looking toward you.

“I really don’t think you want to know Y/N.” He says, quickly lowering his eyes so he doesn't have to meet your eye contact.

“What do you mean?” You pry, placing your own glass on the table.

“I’ve been to this island quite a few times, I’ve gotten to know the good spots.” He starts, leaning forward to take a big sip out of his glass like he needs it to carry on with the story, “There’s this bar, maybe a mile away, it’s almost always open. I went there, just wanted a drink, alone, to cool down a bit. But… in all honesty, I just came from the hostesses apartment.”

“Oh.” You’re not quite sure how to respond.

“I know, it’s stupid, but I just needed to blow off some steam I guess.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary, however the look on his face is one of pure shame, he still won’t look at you.

“I mean, you’re a single adult, it doesn’t really matter I guess.” You try to sound confident however your voice wavers, unsure of how to properly navigate the situation.

“No Y/N, I might be but… the situation I left behind, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to anyone.” He lets out another deep sigh before continuing, “I really fucked up, and I think I fucked up with someone I really care about.”

This takes you by complete surprise, never would you have pegged Talia as someone Lewis would truly care about. You’ve always thought he was a decent judge of character when it comes to everyone but his play things. You really couldn’t imagine them as a true couple, they barely seemed to have anything in common. You felt a small pit form in your stomach, realizing that if he wanted to make things work with her, she would be around a whole lot more often. You couldn’t help but feel like that would be the demise of your friendship with Lewis, you doubt she would want you around after she made her feelings on you very clear.

You take a large swig of your drink, downing half of it in one sip, hoping to push away the ache that is starting to form in your chest. You don’t want to imagine a world without your friends, without Lewis, in your life. Despite having a million questions for him, you don’t push, not really in the mood to hear him confess his feelings for the woman you despise. He seems to be in a similar boat, acting to change the subject quickly.

“Where did you learn to make such a good drink, huh?” His voice is lighter now, almost teasing. You can tell he’s attempting to diffuse the conversation.

“I’m almost positive I’ve told you this before, but I used to be a bartender. It was my job in college.” You tell him, settling into the couch, just enjoying your uninterrupted time with him, “Besides, its a gin and tonic, it would be pretty sad if someone fucked that up.”

His laugh was tired but still held the boyish charm it always does, “Oh trust me, Miles can fuck up a gin and tonic. I’ve experienced it.” He looks at you with a smirk before continuing, “And no you’ve never told me that, because I’m certain if you had, that I would have told you that I too used to be a bartender.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow at him, wanting to hear more. You’ve only ever known of him as a racer, never even thinking of the possibility he did other things while getting to where he is now.

“Yup, back when I was like eighteen,” He nods, taking another sip of his drink, “my last day I got absolutely hammered though. I made myself try everything I’d been serving.”

You giggle, picturing a hammered teenage Lewis, “I should have thought of that on my last day. All I did was throw my apron at my manager and tell him to ‘go to hell’.”

“Ah, yes, a fantastic way to leave a job. I’m sure you got lot’s of good references from that one.” He teases you.

“Hey, he was a sexist pig, I don’t need references from someone like that.” You defend yourself.

“I’m sure you had plenty of good reasons, you always do.” He assures.

“Tell me more about you as a youngster. I only know grown adult Lew, I don’t know much about teenage Lew.” You prompt him, settling further into the couch, ready for a story.

He does the same, relaxing himself so his arm hangs just around your shoulders, pulling you into him slightly, “You know plenty about me as a kid.” He furrows his brow.

“Well I know the stuff that everybody else knows, I know the karting career, the underdog story, but I also thought I knew plenty about adult you before we met. I was very wrong about that though.” You laugh a little.

“Okay, fair. Well I was a royal pain in the ass when I first got to f1, my ego was sky high. It didn’t take long for me to settle down, thankfully, but I’ve definitely grown a lot since then.” He starts, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

You hum, urging him to continue. He tells you about his old partying habits, random fights he’d been in during his school days, how rivalries played out off track. He tells you about the Lewis you watched on the television for so many years, and you find it quite fascinating. You try so hard to keep listening, humming every once in a while to let him know that you're still there. You could listen to him talk for hours, his voice so soothing and peaceful. You try to fight your sleep, but it's useless, his voice lulls you into a peaceful slumber. You cuddle further into his arm as he tightens his hold on you, your head lands on his shoulder and you feel him rest his cheek against you, his own exhaustion taking over. The warmth of his body is so grounding and you can’t help but wish you could stay there, tucked against him, forever.

. . .

“Well it’s nice to see you’re alive.” You’re woken to the sound of Charlotte's voice in the kitchen. You’re alone on the couch, a blanket draped over you.

“It’s not like I disappeared for a week or something, I was gone for a couple hours. I’m fine Char.” You hear Lewis, you can tell he’s trying to keep his voice down, hoping not to wake anyone.

“No, not this time, but you’ve done that before and it scared the shit out of me.” Her voice sounds emotional. You feel bad eavesdropping but you perk up at that, intrigued as to what she’s talking about.

“That was different, you know that.” The tone in his voice tells you he’s trying to shut the topic down, not wanting to speak about it any further.

“Of course I know that, but it’s not like you to go awol on us like that. The only times you do are never good for you.” Charlotte says, her voice getting slightly louder.

“Keep it down, Y/N is still asleep, right there.” Lewis hushes her.

“Sorry,” Her voice is quiet again, “where did you even go last night?”

“I went and saw Marina.” His voice is much quieter now, like they’re exchanging secrets.

“Holy crap, how is she?” Charlotte sounds shocked, and almost a little concerned.

Now you’re incredibly confused. Lewis had told you he spent the night with some hostess from a bar, he hadn’t mentioned a name of any sort and you have no idea why Charlotte would know who she was.

“She’s definitely been better but she’s hanging in there. She wasn’t too impressed that I didn’t tell her I was gonna be in town.” He keeps his voice low.

“And how’s Leon?” Charlotte sounds almost giddy as she asks.

You know you should make your conscious presence known but it feels almost too late, they’ve gotten too far into what seems to be a very private conversation. You don’t want either of them to be mad at you, although they would have every right, you’re violating their privacy majorly.

“He’s good,” You can almost hear the smile on Lewis’s face as he speaks, “he’s getting freaking big. He comes up to my hip already.”

You can’t hear Charlotte's next comment as dishes clank around, one of them cleaning up the kitchen from the abandoned dinner the night before.

“Yeah, I just wish I could help them out more. I send them money but that doesn’t really make up for her being a single mom.” Lewis says.

“You do more than enough for them Lewis.” You hear Charlotte reassure him, “Why didn’t you tell her you were going to be in town?”

“I knew if I tried to go see her, Talia would want to come, and there’s no sense in introducing Leon to someone that he’s never gonna see again. It wouldn’t be fair.” Lewis sighs.

You stay so still on the couch, you’re not sure you’re even breathing, desperate to hear where the conversation goes. You have so many questions. Why would Lewis have told you he hooked up with someone instead of telling you the truth? Why does he feel so responsible for this kid? Is it his?

“Wassup bruv, good to see you’re in one piece.” You hear Miles' voice burst through the kitchen, effectively ending the conversation between Lewis and Charlotte.

You let out a small sigh, knowing you won’t learn anymore, at least for now. You stay on the couch for a few more minutes, listening to Miles harass Lewis about his insane guest, before you deem it long enough to safely make your presence known. You make your way off the couch, taking the blanket and wrapping it around yourself. You’re still in your swimsuit from yesterday and you feel disgusting, you desperately want a shower and some fresh clothing.

“Morning.” You greet the three of them quietly. Feeling the guilt of listening to them gnaw at your core.

“How’d you sleep?” Lewis asks, “Apologies if my shoulder isn’t the most comfortable pillow in the world.”

You laugh before responding, “Honestly, not bad, I think I could have fallen asleep on any surface last night.”

“I was waiting for my cuddles last night, I’m offended that I got beat out.” Charlotte sends a scowl in Lewis’s direction.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up, it was really late.” You give her a sympathetic smile, knowing she’s only really half joking.

“Yeah that brings up a problem that we currently have, the wicked witch is still here.” Miles points out, gesturing his thumb down the hall where she must still be sleeping.

“Yeah, I know, I’ll deal with it.” Lewis sighs, rolling his eyes. His response surprises you a bit, you wonder if he doesn’t want to make his feelings known to his other friends, that maybe it was a moment of weakness when he revealed it to you.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss to the top of your head before speaking quietly in your ear, “Your stuff is still in my room. How about you go take a shower and get dressed while I make you something to eat, sound good?”

You nod, whispering a quiet thank you before making your way down the hall and toward his bedroom. You had yet to actually step foot in his room but when you did you were in awe. He was staying in the suite, seeing as he had rented the house. His bed looked even more comfortable than the one in your room and his view was unmatched. There was a large terrace off the side of the room that you had only seen from outside. The room was big enough to hold a seating area that rivaled your living room at home. You found your bag, neatly placed on a chair, obviously picked up from wherever it had been chucked the night before. You rummaged through it hoping to find your bag of toiletries to go take a shower, huffing when you realized she hadn’t been that thorough while evicting you. You grab a clean change of clothes and make your way to the bathroom, hoping you can at least rinse off. The bathroom is just as impressive as the bedroom, an impressive combination of marble and teak that shouldn’t work as well as it does. The shower is massive with two large rainfall shower heads. You almost moan when you see it, eager to enjoy the hot water on your incredibly tense muscles. As you wait for the water to heat up you try to locate the towels, as you do, you see both Talia’s and Lewis’ body washes sitting on the counter. You contemplate stealing hers for a moment, but you don’t even want to smell like her. You opt to steal Lewis’s figuring he won’t mind.

The shower is just as therapeutic as you had hoped it would be and the clean clothes make you feel like a whole new person. As you walk past what used to be your bedroom you hear her moving around, you can only hope she’s finally packing and getting ready to leave. You end up finding Lewis, Charlotte, and Miles on the back deck, a large spread of food in front of them. You take the seat next to Lewis and he smirks at you as you sit down.

“What?” You ask, confused by the look he’s giving you.

“You smell familiar.” He teases you.

You blush, feeling immediately embarrassed that he noticed, “I’m sorry, I borrowed your soap but when Talia kicked me out of my room she didn’t-” Your rambled apology is quickly cut off.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it, s’not a problem. I kinda like it.” He offers you a comforting smile, placing his hand on your knee. “Now what do you want to eat? We’ve got plenty of options.”

The atmosphere throughout breakfast finally feels normal, like the vacation that you were all supposed to be able to enjoy. Charlotte makes mimosas and Lewis keeps your plate full, despite your constant pleas for him to stop, you’re pretty sure you’re going to burst at the seams pretty soon.

“So I was thinking maybe we could head back down to the beach today, Volleyball has been calling my name since I saw the net.” Miles pipes up.

“Sounds good to me, get ready to get your ass whooped though.” Lewis says through a mouthful of pancake.

“Last time I played Volleyball I sprained my ankle and got a concussion, but I’m happy to be a cheerleader.” You said, laughing.

All three of them looked at you with very amused expressions.

“Please elaborate on how the hell you managed that?” Lewis urges you, you can tell he’s ready to taunt.

“Well clumsiness and hard balls don’t really go well together.” You shrug taking a sip of your mimosa.

They all burst out laughing, agreeing that maybe you should stick to the sidelines. The lighthearted air is cut short as Steph walks out to the back deck, her eyebrows almost to her hairline and clearly unamused. The reason is made clear quickly as Talia gets to the door, her hands on her hips and a scowl across her face.

“So playboy, you get me a flight out of here or what?” She throws her hands to her sides, staring hard at Lewis.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He wipes his mouth as he stands up from the table.

“You know its pretty classy of you, eye fuck her all day and then go spend the night somewhere else while I’m tossed to the side like dirty laundry.” You hear her start to berate him as they walk into the house.

“Well she’s a joy.” Steph mumbles, taking a seat and loading up a plate.

The conversation turns easy again, Miles filling Steph in on what has now turned into a Volleyball tournament apparently. He’s given you the job of ref, despite you trying to explain to him that you have no clue what the rules of the game even are. Lewis still hasn’t returned to the table as you all finish up and head off to go get ready for a beach day again. You walk into his room to grab your stuff, finding him sprawled back on the bed, an arm over his face.

“You good?” You ask quietly, hoping not to startle him.

He lets his arm flop to the side, glancing over at you, “Soonest flight out of here isn’t until five, so we’re stuck with her for the rest of the day.”

“Why doesn’t she just go do something while she waits?” You point out the obvious option while you rummage for a fresh swimsuit.

“Because she’s not a reasonable person, I think we’ve established that.” He gives you a look that makes you chuckle.

“Fair point,” you nod, “I’m just gonna go change and then we’re gonna head down.”

He nods, getting up off the bed as you head into the bathroom to change. The swim suit you chose for the day is one of your nicer ones. It's a one piece with bright colors and more cutouts than it really needs. The hips come up high and put most of you on display but it makes you feel confident. When you make your way out of the bathroom Lewis has already changed into a new set of swim trunks, you know he’s watching you intently as you step in front of the mirror, trying to adjust the tie behind your neck. He comes up behind you, brushing your hands away and redoing the tie himself. When he’s done he doesn’t step away, instead he steps closer to you. His bare torso pressed to your back, you can feel his bulge on your ass and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself. You watch him carefully in the mirror as he leans down, placing a kiss to your neck making you gasp, then another, and another, each one going higher toward your ear. When he gets to just below your earlobe he nibbles, making your knees go weak. His strong arm comes around your torso, holding you up and keeping you pressed to him.

“I like this one.” He mumbles against your skin, continuing with his assault of wet kisses on your neck, finding every perfect spot as if by magic.

You feel his tongue trace over your skin, his head moving so he’s closer to your throat, placing a kiss to your clavicle before moving back up your neck. His hand that is placed on your stomach moves down slowly, almost seeking permission first, he reaches the crease between your hip and your thigh, that movement alone making you whimper. His other hand turns your face toward his, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth before properly kissing you. You melt into the kiss, his tongue so skillfully dancing with yours. You feel him move the small material of your swimsuit to the side, his thumb brushing over your clit ever so slightly, making you moan softly into his mouth. He takes that as a good sign, moving his thumb up and down in a gentle pattern with the perfect amount of pressure as his middle finger makes his way down to your embarrassingly wet opening. He applies the slightest pressure and you take notice of how thick just the tip of his finger feels. He groans into your mouth, feeling how wet you are, how easy it would be to take you right now, up against this mirror. You moan again as his finger slips past your walls, entering you at the perfect angle. He pulses his finger against the spot in the most intoxicating way, leaving you a panting mess. You can already feel your high creeping up on you as he inserts another finger, stretching you further. He groans again, a deep satisfied sound from his chest, thinking about just how snug you would feel around his cock.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me,” His breath is just as ragged as yours and you can feel just how hard he is, pressed up against your ass, “you like that don’t you, like how I touch you. You’re gonna come so quick, I can feel it. Let it go for me Y/N, come all over my hand.” His kisses move back down your jaw as he talks you to your high but something about him saying your name slapped you back down to earth.

It hits you like a ton of bricks, your best friend who is nearly ten years your senior, is fingering you in his room while your friends wait for you at the beach. Not only that but the woman he had brought simply to fuck is still in your old room, two doors down the hall. You're still not sure where he was last night or what he was talking about with Charlotte this morning. It hasn’t even been twenty four hours since the explosion where Talia accused him of wanting to fuck you and here you are, proving her right. Immediately your orgasm vanishes and you start to push him away.

“Lewis, no, stop.” You say, pushing him away.

He lets you go easily but is incredibly confused. He shakes his head, his brow furrowed, trying to make sense of where your rejection suddenly came from.

“Y/N, what's wrong, are you okay?” He tried to step toward you, not to resume but in hopes of offering some sort of comfort.

“No,” You back away from him, you can see the pain flash over his face at your movement, “we can’t-, that can’t-, I’m, I’m not her, I-.” You can’t string together a full sentence, feeling like you might cry at a moment's notice.

“I know, Y/N, hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry I thought-” He starts, trying his best to calm you down somehow

“No Lewis, it hasn’t even been twenty four hours, shes still here,” You hiss at him, finally finding your words, “my god, she was right. Fuck. Is that why I’m here? Just so you can get your dick wet?”

“God no Y/N, fuck, yes I know, shitty timing on my part. But-” He tries to speak again but you cut him off once more.

“Yeah no shit, ‘shitty timing’.” You mock his accent, “I am not a fucking rebound or some play thing for you, especially after what you said last night. That, whatever that was, it can’t happen.” You shake your head.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what it was, I promise, I thought that-” Once again you cut him off.

“Yeah, I can tell what you fucking thought Lewis.” You keep your voice down but it still comes out harsh.

“Jesus Christ, would you please let me speak?” He sounds desperate, it’s written all over his face.

“I can’t do this Lewis, I have to go.” You put your hands up, stopping any further conversation from him before turning and walking out of the room.

“Y/N.” You hear him call your name behind you.

“Y/N.” It comes again, this time louder, but you can tell he’s not getting any closer. He’s not following you, and you’re thankful.

You feel so ashamed and so angry. You hate him right now, you hate that he chose that moment, this situation. You hate her for being right, he was trying to sleep with you. But you hate yourself too, you hate that you melted into him so easily, you hate that you didn’t stop him sooner. More importantly though, you hate that you loved it, you hate that you wish you didn’t stop him at all, you hate that you now want more, that you want to know exactly what he feels like, what he tastes like, everything about him. He made you putty in his hands with just his lips alone, you can only imagine what else he is capable of. You hate that you know exactly what he offers, that he's willing to offer it, and you can’t accept it. You felt exactly what he possesses, pressed against your ass and now you will never be able to get the thought of it out of your head. You hate this.

But most important of all, you hate that you may have just lost Lewis.

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bubbleddisasters · 5 months ago

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Bored SO

What Genshin Vision and Weapon I think Each TWST Character would have!

(I’m going solely off Vision Requirements/Traits (Ex: Anemo = Desire for Freedom) so some may seem different then expected)

Reminders:

Anemo= Desire for Freedom, often but not always accompanied with the loss of a loved one.

Geo = Strong and Unwavering in pursuing their ideals, beliefs and goals.

Electro : Eternal Determination/ Those who may be seen as strange, but will not change themselves for others.

Dendro: The Desire for Knowledge, (Plus Human Connections.)

Hydro: A strong sense of Justice and Protection/Care of others.

Pyro : Dedicating their life to their Passion.

Cryo : Resolution in moment of conflict.

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Riddle: Pyro or Anemo, Sword: I believe that as his mom wanted him to be a healer, which is usually Dendro or Hydro, and Riddles Passion for Order and/or Desire for Freedom and loosing his friends granting him the opposite, could be very good additional angst material. Also Swords are elegant, and the Original Beheading weapon.. Hehe.

Ace : Geo, Hydro or Electro, Bow: I think Ace fits both Unwavering Beliefs and Not changing themselves for others very well, but also Justice and Care extremely well in Book 1.

I think it would be also amazing for him to get his vision right as he gave his speech after punching Riddle. Hydro could also be very interesting and seeing Riddle be Jealous of it, as it Represents Justice and Care, and its what his mother wanted him to get, adding another layer of rage to it all, plus aiding in dowsing Riddles Flames.

Bow wise, I think the term an “Ace Shooter” was fun irony, as well as “Trick shot”

Deuce: Cryo, Claymore: You all should have seen this coming. Got it when he decided to better himself for his mother’s sake. Geo also works I suppose. Claymore because duh. Plus it would be a fun comparison to Ace having the most lightweight physical weapon.

(Chongyun 🤝 Deuce

Cryo Claymores with Hydro Boyfriends who like to prank them)

Cater: Anemo, Spear: I won’t go into full detail, but if you know Caters backstory, you know damn well why I chose Desire for Freedom. Spear doubles as a Selfie stick, would have atleast one attack similar to Charlotte’s.

Trey: Dendro, Cataylst: Trey mentions wanting to learn all kinds of desserts, and as the mediator, fits the human connections piece well. Catalyst either paints the enemy or throws baking materials / Bakes the Enemy/Decorates them.

Leona: Dendro, Spear: I can’t explain it, but Dendro just fits him very well, specifically the knowledge piece. Also Spear because its lighter weight and has range + if you’re especially good at it could probably be used while lying down. Lazy ass Lion.

Ruggie: Geo, Bow : When I tell you he was extremely pissed upon receiving his—Anyway, this man perfectly embodies unwavering determination for their goals.

Like pre-mentioned, was extremely pissed because he originally thought it was useless compared to Hydro or Dendro, but that changed when he realized he could make shelter for the people on his street and also get alot of high paying construction jobs easier.

Bow is lightweight, and easier to use while running away aslong as you have good aim.

Jack : Hydro, Claymore: Justice and Care is literally half or more of his Savanaclaw ark. It fits Jack so insanely well (or Geo but shhh). I think Hydro would be sweet because everyone expects him to have Geo because it’s tough and strong, but sike. He uses it to water his cactuses and to cool off / Hydrate during workouts. Claymore because the guy is a walking gunshow he can lift that thing with one hand.

Floyd : Electro, Catalyst: So far the hardest to choose, but also being considered strange yet refusing to change for others is very Floyd. Physical DMG Catalyst like Wrio or Heizou, I pray for the enemy. Like:

Floyd : “I’m as cold as a lion with no hair: If you ever see me fighting in the forest with a Mitichurl, HELP THE CHURL. Cause that b*tch gon need it-“

Jade: Dendro, Sword: Knowledge and Jade go hand in hand. Also his plant obsession makes this funnier. Sword is very elegant but deadly, that also fits Jade. Electro is also an option, but considering the OG Flotsam and Jetsam died via Electrocution—Oh the Irony if both of them were Electro

Azul : Anemo, Geo or Cryo, Catalyst: Desired freedom from bulling and torment? , Unwavering Determination to reach goals? Conflict and Resolution? Yea. I would go with Dendro cause knowledge, but didn’t feel as fitting. Catalyst because obviously.

Anemo could help him in the water to swim faster, and blow away Jade and Floyd as kids, but they kept coming back so he gave up. Cryo or Geo to make a octopus pot but they blew it open.

Kalim: Pyro, Dendro or Hydro, Catalyst or Spear: Passion suits Kalim incredibly, but so does Human Connections and the desire for knowledge to help others. Hydro fits in the care department, but not as much in justice.

Alot of his attacks would be similar to Yun Jin or Nilou, (based in Traditional dance from the Middle East obviously) and adding some jumpiness to it, but I imagine his skill or run is just running people over with the magic carpet and you get to fly without stamina issues (5 star type perks lmao)

Jamil : Anemo, Spear or Sword: Desire for Freedom?!?! Thats Jamils Ark in a nutshell. Friend loss? Kalim when they were kids. (Because his parents made him stop being friends with Kalim and focus on his duties as a servant to him). I think Jamil having a Scimitar like the ones in the original Aladdin movie or a spear similar to Jafars staff would be a fun reference.

Epel : Anemo or Dendro, Claymore: Desire for Freedom coming from his own insecurities on his appearance or Desiring the Knowledge to Change it. Literally hated his vision for a long time, thought wind/nature powers were kinda stupid, useless in a fight and girly until Vil rocked his shit with Dendro in the OB fight.

Can barely lift the Claymore but by god will he try. (Similar to Razors attacks like the guy is trying his best but the claymore literally almost sends him flying)

(A bow is also a fun option and he would definitely pull a Childe and just hit the enemy with the bow itself.

Catalyst he just throws rotten / poison apples at the enemy. )

Rook: Electro, or Pyro, Bow: Strange but would never change for someone else? Rook. Passion? Also kinda Rook. I could see him receiving his vision at his first play, and using his hat to dim the light so it didn’t affect the actors and other watchers. Bow was also an obvious choice.

Has a skill that reveals all hidden quests available and how to access them.

Vil : Dendro, Catalyst : The Desire for Knowledge to attain Beauty. Saw Epel hating on Dendro Visions and took it personally. Catalyst because he can’t bother to get his hands dirty.

Idia: Anemo, Catalyst or Claymore: Desire for Freedom and Dead person you cared for? Check. Found it on his bedside when he woke up after Orthos death and called it “a Pity Prize” for him surviving. Completely pulling a Silver Wolf with the Digital / Glitch like attacks and if he has a Claymore, a Kaveh, although his little skull thing would be his Merhak.

Ortho: Non Specific (until after book 6, then Dendro), Catalyst or Bow: Kinda Similar to the Traveler, but you’d have to get into Ignihyde and use a disc drive to change his. If after Ignihyde chaps, Dendro. Similar to Nahida, Desiring Knowledge of Humans. Shoots literal laser beams at enemies.

Malleus: Dendro, Catalyst: Like Ortho, Desiring Knowledge of Humans, and from Human (I guess in this case just emotional) Connections. Specifically one day after building up the courage to hug Lilia after he helped him find Gargoyles around a town. (Accidentally called him Father in that moment, and then the Vision Appeared)

Catalyst….duh. I can see the attacks either being fireflies or mini Dragons (like how Baizhus is snakes)

Lilia: Cryo or Anemo, Bow, Claymore, Sword or Catalyst (I don’t have a bias to Catalysts I swear) : Got his after Melanors Death (F) or Malleus Hatching, and like how its mentioned Venti was once a Catalyst user in lore, and puts his bow away like one, Lilia does pretty much the same, but puts it away like a Sword.

Catalyst wise, definitely physical, bro is bouncing off the enemy and teleporting around them, same if sword. Claymore would be fucking hilarious because this tiny man having a fast attack speed while using a weapon almost the size of him is just generally hilarious. Has an attack similar to Fischls Oz , except it is instead a Bat, and yes you can fly / teleport with him.

Also like Raiden, the game prevents you from cooking as him / all the meals you make will be suspicious ones.

Silver: Hydro, Sword: Justice and Care? Silver. Definitely. Sword also seems pretty obvious, and definitely has an ability that not only has wild animals not running from you, but will come closer to you if in the area.

Sebek: Electro or Geo , Sword or Claymore: Eternal Determination and not changing for others is very Sebek, but so is Unwavering Determination to reach goals, and I think Sword and Claymore are both Obvious.

Che’nya : Electro, Catalyst: Not Changing for Others fits this wacko so well. Catalyst because obviously. His E skill makes you invisible to the enemy and wild creatures. Enemy wise, scares the shit out of them and does 80% extra damage if you hit them from behind with it.

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