#tyler harrison fanfic

[stardancerluv]

A Space Journey

Part 7

Summary: Tyler experiences something new. A character from the movie makes an appearance.

Notes/Warnings: I am very sorry about the delay, the drama and working alot caused a pause. There is a mention of a character getting very sick.

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The new quadrant had people work harder. The people still didn’t talk much to each other. You had no problem with that; content to keep to yourself. As if it was a lucky charm, you wore Tyler’s hat. You kept the brim down and didn’t make eye contact with anyone.

One night the rain was falling particularly hard and the wind was strong when you first heard then saw a commotion in front of you. You pushed your hands even deeper into your pockets. The bruises were a deep vivd purple, they were not as angry as they had been. You hoped, you could side step this or any scuffle for that matter.

Glancing in the direction of the commotion that had caught your attention, your heart squeezed. You saw some young guy; he looked so lost, bewildered as three kids, threw insults and blows. Damn, they were not kids anymore with that kind of behavior. One held up one kind of electric prods.

You don’t know what got into you but before you even realized what you were doing, you grabbed one of them easily enough and pushed him away. One tried o be brave but once you stepped closer, they went grabbed their friend and ran away. You immediately knelt down, beside what you had thought was a young boy.

He actually didn’t look much older then you but then you saw a dribble of white. You gasped covering your mouth. He was unlike any other artificial person you had seen. He looked and acted actually vulnerable.

“Hey, get away from my brother!” A voice shouted.

You made a face and held your hands up. “I was just trying to help. Some kids…”

“I don’t care. Get away from him.”

“Ok, ok.” You stood, backed away then turning you shook your head before you continued to make your way to the Corbelan.

*******

Shedding your coat, you hung it up with a sigh. Leaning against the wall with a groan, you pulled off your heavy boots. Going to your preferred corner in the living area, you tucking your legs in you hugged yourself. It was quiet, you were grateful for that. It gave you a chance to finally tune out all of the sounds of the mine, the colony.

*******

For the better part of a year, he had been gone with not so much of a goodbye. Stepping foot on the ground of Jackson Star, Tyler was actually happy to be back. The pull of the gravity, also pulled on his stomach. Usually, during a salvage it was Bjorn who would reacted badly to gravity or the lack of it. Now it was him.

He stopped where he stood.

From his peripheral vision, he saw the shadow of Xano’s form turn back to him. “All you gotta do this debrief and you can go and see your girl and the others.”

“Yeah.” He could barely speak.

His mouth felt as if filled with hot cotton. The cold rain actually felt good.

It felt as if his heart was beating hard in his stomach. All he could do was rest his hands on his bent knees, he gulped at the air. If he had to do anything more and he’d get sick.

The rations that had been on board did little to appease or even encourage him to eat. Getting out of hyper sleep for the last month, he could barely get himself to eat. He only did when his hunger got the better of him.

“Harrison?”

As Xano attempted to give him comfort, patting him on the shoulder.

“Tyler? We’re home. Are you ok?”

“Yes, yes.”

He barely was able to say. Bile rancid and bitter raced up from the bottom of his stomach and landed on the dark mud in front of him.

“Fuck.” He mumbled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Though, he already felt vastly better.

Blinking and standing with greater ease he gave Xano a half smile.

Once they were at the office hub, Xano retrieved a cup or cool clear water and a tablet.

“Only thing we didn’t consider, a longer trip in space might do a job on your stomach when we return.”

“Yeah.”

He gave a half smirk before popping the tablet into his mouth and downing the water.

“Usually, I’m the hearty one. I tease Bjorn all the time on his weak stomach. And look at me, a few months and I am sick.”

He made a soft sound, after having nothing but the ship recycled water. This here felt like something close to paradise.

“We’ll correct that soon enough.” Xano looked at him. “You’re back in good levels. Your spirits are returning.”

Tyler nodded. “They are.”

It didn’t take long for tablet or the water to take effect.

“Thank you, Xano.”

He rubbed his face, sweat and left a thin film over him. Feeling like himself, he stood once again.

“I’m here to help. And hey, I’m not a white mess because of you.” Xano gave a brief half smile.

“I had handled myself quite well.” He raked his fingers through his hair. He was pleased, he remembered how easily he had dispatched that creature.

********

Tyler kept his hands behind his back as they went over the details of what they saw, did.

“Tyler’s training had been perfect.” Xano said matter of factly. “He easily removed a threat of something they appeared to be working on.”

Reid, sat back in his chair which creaked under his weight. His expression read nothing short of pleased and confident from all that they had been saying.

Tyler, wondered if he’d ever replace that damn chair. He could see it one day finally giving out on him. The company could surely give him something better for his size, weight.

“I knew my choice would do good by us.”

There was some exchanged glances and murmurs, he couldn’t make them out but didn’t miss as they looked his way. He kept his face as impassive as he could make it.

The other officer motioned to Xano.

Who continued after the pause.

“While he slept, I read their files. There was some great notes and even some video that wasn’t too primitive considering it was just a cargo ship. At one of their pick up points is when they had come across, some kind of species. It was hostile yet very strong.”

“Strong?” The military man’s eyes grew a little. A switch from his usual indifference or coldness.

Xano nodded. “Few weaknesses.”

“Interesting. Continue.”

“Somehow, they managed to make some kind of hybrid. It appears with the merging of a human, though that did not lessen its hostile nature.”

The military officer eyed the two of you. “Did they make note of any kind of mark origin or a destination where it could be found?”

“I can try and piece together their locations and logs and see if anything matches up.”

“Do that.”

“Harrison, excellent work.”

The military man took a few steps towards him.

“Your credits are being transferred now. We will give you a few days. But then we get to work on your body’s reaction or gravity and the like. Can’t have you rely on tablets or the like.”

“Yes, sir.” He gave a brief nod. “Thank you.”

Reid stood. “Yes, I am very pleased. Report back in seventy two hours unless I message you sooner.”

*******

Finally, waking you saw a note blinking on the screen that sat on the table before you. As you stretched with a sigh, Tyler’s hat fell into your eyes. Pushing it back, you tapped a few keys and began to read it.

Researching, a new salvage with Bjorn and Navarro. Looking into if the risk is worth the reward. Sounds complicated. I’m not too happy about. Not sure if Tyler would want us to do it.

Anyhow, I am rambling, we won’t be home till late. Left a cooked meal for you in the warmer. Didn’t have the heart to wake you. We’ll be home in the morning.

Kay

You stretched and let out a contented sigh. His hat slipped once again. You giggled. It was almost as if he were there tipping it to tease you.

A sharp, sliver went through your heart. You missed him terribly. The others had truly been so kind but if the day and he wouldn’t return, you would once again have to try and make your way in the colony. Mentally, you pushed that thought away. You knew Tyler was strong, brave there was nothing he couldn’t face.

You finally washed in what felt like a week. No one had taken notice. To be fair, you were pretty sure Kay may have once. Bjorn, had alot more time then that pass since he had washed and Narvaro, you felt bad you didn’t know. You never really paid her any mind. She had always been a little stand offish towards you. She’d slide you a look when you would talk or joke with Bjorn.

******

Sometime later, you paused, your hair still dripping, as you ran a towel through it. You paused, where he kept the faded photos. Captured laughs, an embrace and a quick kiss on his cheek, all the past. You ran a finger along one of the edges.

“You have to come back. I can’t do this by myself.” You whispered, the familiar tingle of unshed emotions pricked your nose.

Pressing your lips together, turning you tossed the towel onto his only chair and you let yourself crawl back into his bed with a sigh.

*******

The door to his room swished open, you had become light sleeper since he had left so that soft sound easily roused you. You glanced over in the very muted light in his room.

His unmistakable strong frame, was darker then the shadows that leaned and lurked in his room. Trying to be quiet, you watched shrug out of his heavier coat.

It had been the longest the two of you had been apart. Eight long months. You could barely believe your eyes. You continued to watch him. as you saw him standing there.

You tore the blanket aside and practically leapt from his bed. “Tyler.” You barely managed to say as your body met with his and he thudded against the wall since in your enthusiasm pushing against his metal wall.

"Ooof: His voice, soft raspy. Followed by an equally soft chuckle before the silence of missing each other encircled the two of you. “I guess you missed me huh?” His voice raspy and unbelievably deep, it plucked at your heart as you felt him bury his face into your soft, fresh hair.

@luvscarlyle @qnxemz hope you enjoy the new chapter.

[maldaptivedreamer]

Strangers On a Train

You meet a stranger on the subway. He offers you a seat.

content: Strangers have sex, cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, name calling, no condom, SPOILER: Bjorn x Fem Reader x Tyler

wc: ~4.2k

a/n: I know, I know. I should be working on the series. I’m sorry. Special thanks to @spikedfearn for the extra help. Both her and @caileeflavoured helped with forming some of the ideas and dialogue <3333

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

With a burst of energy, you push yourself through the heavy doors just before they slam shut. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, and your hands smooth down the creases in your skirt.

Taking in your surroundings, you are immediately struck by the overwhelming crowd that fills the space. Bodies press closely together, creating a wall of bustling energy and noise that surrounds you. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and sweat.

You wince, scanning the crowded train in search of a more secluded spot.

Then your eyes land on him - sitting alone on a bench, his head tilted back as if lost in thought. His headphones cover his ears and he's staring at you with tired eyes. You feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach at the feel of his blue eyes on you. As soon as he notices he has your attention, he takes off his headphones and lifts his head, staring directly at you.

His expression is one of curiosity and amusement. He lifts a questioning brow as he tilts his head lazily and widens his legs further, almost invitingly.

Hesitantly, you make your way towards him, heart racing. As you get closer, he sits up straighter, seeming more awake now that you’ve accepted his silent offer. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he absentmindedly scratches at the scruff on his face.

“Hello princess. Need a seat? Cause ’m happy to offer one.”

You hesitate for a moment, eyeing his lap and your breath catches in your throat. His invitation is clear. His confident demeanor and piercing gaze make your pulse quicken. Without fully processing what you're doing, you find yourself nodding and moving closer.

"I...sure. Thank you," you manage to stammer out.

His smirk widens as he pats his thigh invitingly. "Do no’ be shy love. Make yourself comfortable."

Heart pounding, you gingerly lower yourself onto his lap. You gasp softly as you feel the firm press of his body against yours. His arms encircle your waist, steadying you as the train lurches into motion.

"There now, isn't tha’ better?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

You nod, not trusting your voice and a shiver runs down your spine at the intimate contact.

The vibrations of the moving train send tingles through your body. You're acutely aware of every point of contact between you - his thighs beneath you, his chest against your back, his arms around your waist, one hand resting on your stomach and the other lightly gripping your thigh.

You can feel the heat of his hand bleed into your core. A slight twitch of his fingers and he would be touching you.

Gulping, you shift slightly and his grip tightens. Your voice is breathy. “You…umm- is your stop far?”

A sudden jolt in the train makes you slide further back into him, and you feel a distinct hardness pressing into you. Heat floods your cheeks, his hand on your thigh trails over your skin. His fingers dance along the hem of your skirt, toying with the fabric.

"No’ for a bit," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "But 'm in no rush. Are you?"

A shiver travels through you and you silently shake your head. You feel him nod against your hair.

His lips leave gentle kisses along your neck, as his fingers teasingly trace the edges of your panties. Your heart races. The train car is still packed with people, but everyone seems lost in their own world.

"Jus’ relax. No one's payin’ us any mind." he soothes, nuzzling into your neck.

As if to prove his point, his other hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt. Your eyes widen and you grip his arm, but make no move to stop him.

You gently release his arm and he runs a single digit up and down the slick folds of your core. With each jolt and sway of the train, his touch becomes more insistent, his finger brushing against your clit with a delicious friction. You bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, your hips unconsciously rolling back against him.

He lets out a low, guttural groan in your ear as he moves his hand from your stomach to rest on your hip, guiding your movements with a subtle rock. Your core throbs with an intense ache, yearning for the fullness that only his cock can provide.

Leaning back slightly, you press your lips to his cheek. "I wanna feel you inside of me." Your voice is barely above a breathy whisper, but it's thick with desire and hope. The anticipation coils tightly in your stomach as you wait for his response.

He freezes, voice in strained disbelief. “You wan’ my cock in front of all o’ these people?”

You nod immediately. “Yes. Please?”

As his face presses into the curve of your neck, you can feel his breath hot and shaky against your skin. A tingle runs through you as he inhales deeply, his voice trembling with desire. "You're goin’ to get me into so much trouble, princess," he manages to say before releasing a small chuckle.

He taps your thigh in a silent command, urging you to move. You raise yourself slightly, shifting your weight onto your knees. His fingers brush against you as he fumbles to unbutton his pants.

As he pulls himself out, his body radiates heat that you can feel against your skin. His thumb glides along your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps as it disappears between your bodies.

With a gentle pressure, he moves your panties to the side and teasingly presses the tip of his swollen cock into you. You can feel yourself tensing, but his strong arms wrap around your waist and hold you close.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you slowly lower yourself onto him. His cock is thick and perfectly shaped, each curve fitting perfectly within you. The heat from his body transfers to his cock, making it hot and hard as it pulses with his heartbeat.

Hot tears blur your vision as every inch of him fills you. Desperately, you look around for any sort of distraction from the ecstacy of him inside you.

But then, you lock eyes with another stranger - this one dressed in a crisp military uniform. His brown eyes are full of hunger, and it's clear that he has been watching everything unfold. He saw everything and he’s done nothing to stop it.

Your body tenses, and the blue-eyed man inside you can feel it. With a tight grip on your hips, he whispers in your ear, "Relax, love. You’ve gotta at least look like we know each other. Would no’ want anyone thinkin’ that you’re just some whore sittin’ on some stranger’s cock, would yah?”

Your walls tighten at his words because someone does know and he’s watching. Your eyes meet the intense gaze of the man, and you resist the overwhelming urge to spread your legs wider, to show him exactly what you're doing as you take more of this stranger inside of you.

The jostling of the train car becomes even more intense as he settles inside of you. You let out a small whimper, feeling his cock almost vibrate inside of you, sending tingles through your body. His lips press against the crown of your hair, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs softly. "Shhh, if you move or make a sound, I'll have to fuck you right here in front of everyone. You would no’ want that would yah?" The sweet kiss and affectionate tone he uses juxtaposes his threatening words.

You shake your head quickly, not trusting your voice. The threat (or promise?) sends a thrill through you. Your walls clench involuntarily around him and you hear his sharp intake of breath.

The train lurches around a curve, moving you on his lap. You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle any sounds as the train's movements cause his cock to shift inside you. The friction is exquisite torture. Your walls clench involuntarily around him, drawing out a sharp groan from him.

Brown eyes is still watching intently from across the car. His gaze burns into you, making your skin tingle. You can see the bulge in his uniform pants growing more prominent.

The stranger beneath you doesn’t notice, huskily mumbing into your ear. “I’d think you’d have done this before if you weren’t so fuckin’ tight.”

His hips give a subtle, but powerful grind upwards, driving deeper into your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you let out a quiet cry of pleasure.

His strong hands grip your hips firmly, leaving behind marks that will surely blossom into bruises tomorrow. You can feel every inch of him inside of you, and it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

You're grateful for his firm grasp on your hips, anchoring you to him and preventing you from rising to fuck yourself on his cock. You let out another cry and he hushes you. “Shut up. Would no’ want the anyone askin' their mummies why you’re cryin’, eh?”

Your heart races as you shake your head desperately. You desperately reach for his hand and hold it tightly in your lap, curling your fingers around his. You trace the lines of his tattoos with your fingernails, attempting to rid yourself of the urge to shamefully fuck into him.

The distraction doesn’t work. You can feel yourself clenching with each movement, each dirty word that escaped his lips, each lustful look from the stranger across from you.

You look up to see him still staring at you, a primal hunger in his brown eyes that both thrills and scares you. As he continues to ravish you with his gaze, you gasp softly, completely overwhelmed by the stranger’s intense eyes as you're sat on another stranger’s cock.

Noticing you’re distracted, he nips at your ear. "What's caught your attention, princess?"

"The...the man over there," you gesture with your head.

He follows your line of sight and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Looks like we've got an audience." His hips raise abruptly and he spreads his legs wider. “Why don’t we give ‘im a show?”

His hand tightens its grip on your hip, pulling you closer and grinding you down onto his throbbing cock. His other hand swats away your fingers, as it makes its way beneath your skirt.

You tense, your walls instinctively clenching around his cock, eliciting a groan from him. Panicked whispers escape your lips. "What are you doing?" You hastily try to push down your skirt, wanting to conceal the dangerous game he's playing. But his hand remains there, unyielding and bold.

“Easy, princess.” He shrugs nonchalantly, continuing his exploration with a confident and lewd smirk on his face. “He’s been watchin’ the whole time so ‘m jus’ showin’ ‘im what you look like when you cum. I won’t be able to see your face an’ reckon someone should get to.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers find your clit, circling it with teasing pressure. You struggle to keep your expression neutral as pleasure builds within you. The stranger's hungry gaze burns into you, making you feel completely exposed.

Across the car, brown eyes are locked onto the movement beneath your skirt. His hand twitches at his side, as if fighting the urge to touch himself. You can feel yourself rapidly losing control under his heated stare.

His fingers move faster, hips grinding up into you with subtle movements. You grip his thighs tightly, biting your lip hard to stifle any sounds.

"That's it," he breathes in your ear. "Show him how good you feel. Let him see what a dirty whore you are, cumming on a stranger's cock in public."

Your eyes lock with the stranger's as your orgasm builds. He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly. The coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter and tighter. Your thighs begin to tremble as you teeter on the edge.

You bite down on your lip as white hot pleasure shoots through you. The stranger beneath you tenses and stops breathing as your walls attempt to milk him. He brings his hand from out beneath your skirt and uses the material to wipe his hand clean.

He presses his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin. You can feel the wetness seeping into his lap, evidence of the intense release you just experienced. “Fuck, you have no idea how close I was to cummin’ in you. Bet you’d wan’ tha’ though innit?" Walkin’ ‘round with my cum spillin’ out of you.”

Your over sensitive core convulses around him and you can feel yourself quickly approaching another orgasm. Gulping, you try to adjust yourself on his cock. But the sensations of him are overwhelming, making it impossible for you to focus.

“I- I’m gonna cum again,” you manage to slur out, leaning back into him for support.

He chuckles in response, but it’s cut short as the train suddenly lurches around a sharp turn. The tip of his cock rubs against the perfect spot inside of you.

Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you face the brown eyed stranger. His chest heaves and his hands are clenched over his knees as he watches you.

The intensity of your second orgasm takes you by surprise. Your body trembles, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

The stranger behind you grunts softly, his fingers digging into your hips as he fights to maintain control. "Fuck, princess," he breathes against your neck. "‘M tryin’ to make this last but you're a slut for my cum, aren't you?"

Across the car, he shifts in his seat, his brown gaze burning with barely contained lust. His hand twitches towards his lap again before he catches himself, clenching his fist at his side instead.

Coming down from your high, the reality of the situation starts to sink in. You're sitting on a stranger's cock while another stranger watches you and is getting off to it.

The train begins to slow as it approaches the next station. Your heart sinks with disappoint and blue eyes tenses beneath you. "I need to get off here," you murmur regretfully.

He hisses beneath you and his voice is rushed. “Fuck. Okay, okay. Jus’…” He pauses, his hard cock throbbing inside of you. ”Wait til everyone gets off.”

You anxiously observe as the train lurches to a halt and the passengers gradually disembark. Struggling to rise on unsteady limbs, you are oblivious to the presence of the other stranger approaching.

Suddenly, he firmly grips your arms, hands engulfing your elbows, and he forces you to stand. Your breathing halts in your chest as the unfamiliar man's brown eyes meet yours, the blue eyed stranger falls out of you with a slick sound.

“Oi!” His voice is a low growl, thick with anger as he shoves his hard cock back into his pants. You can feel him pressing against your back. “Wha’ the fuck, mate?”

The tall stranger turns and steps off the train without a word, leaving you with no choice but to follow. Blue eyes, close behind, looks ready to explode.

As soon as you step off the train, you are engulfed by a sea of people. The rush of bodies and noise makes your head spin. You try to ignore the cold and uncomfortable feeling of your wet panties beneath your skirt.

Your eyes scan the crowded platform, searching for the glowing display sign. But all you see is a sea of strangers, their faces blurred and indistinguishable in the chaos.

When you find it, relief floods through you. Bright letters flash, displaying your destination preceded by the message STOP DELAYED.

Grasping the pretty boy's hand tightly, you weave through the crowd until you find an open space by a pillar. The solid structure provides some sense of security amidst the chaos and you lean against it for support.

You pull him towards you, leaning into him. Your lips brush against his ear as you whisper. "My stop's been delayed." Pulling back, you watch as the initial anger recedes from his eyes and is quickly replaced by an impatient desire.

He presses you against the pillar, his lips hovering just inches from yours. His breath warms your trembling lips. Your heart races as you run your tongue along his bottom lip, silently begging.

Just as he begins to lean in, you’re interrupted by a deep voice, clearing his throat. You both turn and see the man with piercing brown eyes standing there. His gaze shifts between both, his expression unreadable.

Both men shift and you furrow your brows at the silent conversation they seem to be having. Pretty boy’s grip on you tightens as you push him away slightly, taking a step toward tall, dark, and handsome. “You-you were watching.”

He scoffs, his eyes darting around before he leans down, his hand quickly skimming over the sensitive skin between your thighs. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch. You can feel the heat of his breath on your skin as he moves closer, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your inner thigh. “You weren’t exactly discreet love. You’re not hidin’ nothin’ with cum dripping down your thighs, now are you darling?”

Pretty boy tenses behind you, pulling you closer. "Wha’ d’you want, mate?"

His brown eyes leave a trail of fire as they observe you. “Once you’re done with her, it’s my turn.” With a swift, graceful movement, he turns and positions himself in front of both of you, his broad frame blocking any view from prying eyes.

After a brief pause, pretty boy switches positions with you, leaning against the pillar. Your back is pressed against his chest as you're turned and forced to stare at the sturdy back of the brown eyed stranger. You gasp as hands snake around you to grasp at your body. They move beneath your skirt and brush against your sensitive folds through your panties.

"Think you can take me again?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

You nod eagerly, already aching to feel him inside you. With deft movements, he frees his cock from his pants, fingering your panties to the side and in one smooth thrust, he buries himself into you.

Your hands fly out in front of you to steady yourself and your fingers clench into the thick material of his uniform. Brown eyes tenses as you pull him flush against your front.

You bite down on his arm to muffle your moan as the man behind you starts to move. His strokes are deep and purposeful, each one sending you rocking against the stranger in front of you.

The firm muscles of brown eyes' back provide friction against your sensitive nipples through your thin blouse. You struggle to stay quiet at the delicious friction, occasionally letting out muffled whimpers.

He glances back over his shoulder, his gaze burning with desire as he watches you come undone. "Careful now," he murmurs. "Don't want to draw any more attention."

His words send a thrill through you. You're acutely aware of the crowd milling around you, oblivious to what's happening behind his broad form.

Blue eyes picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours. One hand grips your hip while the other slides around to rub tight circles on your clit. "Fuck, y’feel so good. Perfect for takin’ cock," he groans into your ear.

“Fuck. ‘M gonna cum, fuckin’ edged myself warmin’ my cock in yah.” The wet sounds of your bodies make are barely masked by the bustling station.

You sob into brown eyes' back, overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. Pretty boy stiffens as he follows behind you, cock pulsing and twitching inside of you. Your legs feel weak and shaky as you come down from your high. Blue eyes holds you steady as he slowly pulls out. You bite your lip to stifle a whimper at the loss.

Brown eyes turns slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "My turn," he growls softly.

Before you can fully process what's happening, brown eyes is maneuvering you around. He presses your back against the pillar, your head resting against the cool concrete. Blue eyes moves to stand guard, blocking you from view.

You hear the sound of a zipper and then feel the blunt head of brown eyes' cock pressing against your entrance. He slides in easily, with no resistance.

You gasp as he enters you in a deep thrust. He feels different from the blue eyed stranger - thicker, stretching you even more. Your oversensitive walls clench around him, drawing a low groan from his throat.

"Fuck, you're tight," he mutters, his breath hot against your ear.

His hips begin to move, slow at first but quickly building to a punishing pace. You cling to his broad shoulders, struggling to stay quiet as he pounds into your raw pussy.

Blue eyes watches intently, his eyes dark with renewed arousal. He leans in close, whispering filthy encouragements. "That's it, take his cock like the good girl you are. Let him use that pretty pussy."

Brown eyes growls in approval, the noise rumbling deep in his throat. His large hand grips the surface of the pillar tightly as he clenches his teeth, speaking through them, “Teased me the whole ride. Looking at me as you came. As you took his cock.”

Pretty boy's blue eyes flash with amusement before he quickly turns back to his original position, trying to hide the smirk that plays on his lips. “Made for takin’ strangers’ cocks, in’t she?”

You can only whimper in response. The tall stranger's thick cock stretches you, hitting spots deep inside that make your toes curl. The lingering sensitivity from your previous orgasms heightens every thrust, every brush of skin against skin.

Blue eyes leans in close again, his lips brushing your ear. "Look at you, takin' two strangers so well. Such a greedy little thing.” He gives your ear a small nibble. “Wha’? My cum no’ enough an’ you needed more?" His words send a shiver down your spine, your walls clenching involuntarily.

Brown eyes grunts at the added tightness, his hips snapping against yours with increased fervor. "Fuck, gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he growls.

The coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter with each thrust. Your walls flutter around him, another orgasm building quickly.

"Fuck, you're close again aren't you?" he grunts, his hips snapping against yours. "He’s right. You’re fucking greedy."

You nod frantically, beyond word. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you teeter on the edge.

The stranger with blue eyes neglects his position in favor of whispering in your ear. "Come on, princess. Cum for him. Show him how good you feel. How tight you get when that pretty pussy milks cock for every drop it's worth."

His words push you over the edge. Your body goes rigid as waves of pleasure crash over you. You muffle your cries on brown eyes' shoulder.

Brown eyes' rhythm falters. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he adds his cum to the mix already inside you.

You moan into him, as the sensation of being filled again surrounds you.

Your body trembles with aftershocks as brown eyes stills, his forehead resting against yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. The bustling sounds of the station slowly filter back into your ears, reminding you of where you are.

Blue eyes clears his throat softly. "Tha’ was hot an’ all but I reckon we should move before someone notices."

Brown eyes nods and steps back, carefully pulling out of you. As he does, you feel a trickle of cum start to slide down your inner thigh. You whimper softly at the loss, your legs shaky as you try to stand on your own. Both men steady you, their hands gentle on your waist and arms.

Blue eyes smirks. "Look at you, dripping with our cum." Your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

With a quick look around to ensure no one was watching, his deep brown eyes narrow as he crouches down. Roughly pulling your panties down your legs, he clutches the material tightly in his fist and uses it to wipe between your thighs. He tucks your panties in his pocket with a small smirk.

Blue eyes narrow but the pretty stranger says nothing.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you move to speak, but the noise of a train screeching to a stop interrupts you. Both of their heads turn up at the noise.

Shrugging, blue eyes grins at you. “Well ‘spose I should thank you for gettin me off, but tha’s my train.” Shocked, you say nothing and watch as he waves a lazy hand and pulls his headphones back on.

Your attention is drawn to brown eyes and guilt flashes in his eyes for a brief moment before he stands back. “It’s mine too an’ I need to be off… I- Thank you,” he stutters out slightly, almost shyly. A complete juxtaposition of his earlier behavior. With an awkward wave he leaves.

Gulping, you glance around the emptying platform. Alone. Disheveled and trembling with wrinkled clothes, no panties and two strangers' cum dripping out of you.

[rainandandy]

could you pls do some rainxfem!reader pls?? There is a serious lack of rain fics on this app and I need more😭😭 just some HC’s, fluff, angst, nsfw, love it all. Take it and bby😘

(btw LOVE your work, ur keeping me alive rn)

Thank you for the ask!😘 I will have more Rain Carradine X FemReader coming! Hope you like this

Pairings: Rain Carradine X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous Reader

Word Count: 1027

Life on Jackson's Star was a gritty mix of endless work and fleeting moments of reprieve, where the dusty, metallic corridors echoed with the clanking of machinery and the chatter of miners. Amidst this stark backdrop, your relationship with Rain Carradine blossomed into something that felt almost out of place with its warmth and genuineness.

Rain was strong, capable, and fiercely protective, not just of her synthetic brother Andy but of you as well. Her friendship with Tyler, her former partner and a prominent figure in the mining crew, had initially seemed unremarkable to you. However, as time went on, their easy camaraderie began to gnaw at you, the seeds of jealousy sprouting unchecked.

You'd watch them during breaks, sharing jokes and reminiscing about past missions, their laughter a stark contrast to the usual din of the miners’ mess hall. The more you observed, the more your imagination painted pictures of a past perhaps better left behind, stirring a restlessness within you that you couldn't shake off.

One evening, compelled by a mix of curiosity and unsettling thoughts, you approached Andy. Despite his challenges with speech and the obvious difficulties his synthetic nature sometimes posed in social settings, Andy had a way of understanding human emotions, perhaps better than most humans themselves.

"Andy," you started, hesitating as you chose your words carefully, "did Rain and Tyler... were they together? Like, before?"

Andy's eyes, always so expressive despite the rest of his face remaining eerily impassive, flickered with something that might have been discomfort. "Yes," he stuttered, his voice mechanical yet tinged with a hint of warmth. "But it was a long time ago. Things change."

His confirmation hit harder than expected. You tried to laugh it off, to dismiss the tightening in your chest as just a silly overreaction. "Thanks, Andy. Just curious, you know?"

But curiosity wasn't easily sated. At the next community gathering in the recreation hall—a rare moment of leisure on the harsh mining planet—you spotted Kay, Tyler's vivacious sister, and decided on a reckless course of action. Flirting with Kay, you hoped, might just give you the answers you needed, or at least draw some kind of reaction out of Rain.

Kay, with her easy smile and flirtatious demeanor, was a willing participant in your charade. You laughed at her jokes, touched her arm lightly, and played the part of someone smitten. From the corner of your eye, you could see Rain watching, her expression unreadable.

Later, as you and Rain walked back to your quarters along the dimly lit paths of the colony, she broke the silence. "Seems like you and Kay were getting along well tonight," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something else—was it amusement? Concern?

You bristled, defensive and still wound up from your own concocted drama. "What about you and Tyler? Seems like old times, huh?"

Rain stopped walking, turning to face you under the faint glow of the overhead lamps. Her laugh, when it came, was genuine and full of warmth. "Are you jealous?" she asked, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours.

As Rain's question hung in the air between you, a cool breeze whistled through the narrow passages of Jackson's Star, stirring the dust around your feet. "Are you jealous?" she repeated, her voice a gentle tease that echoed slightly off the metal walls surrounding you.

Caught off guard by her directness and the earnest look in her eyes, your initial reaction was to deflect, but the sincerity in her gaze held you in place. Before you could respond, Rain stepped closer, closing the small gap that the conversation had widened between you. Her hands reached up, resting lightly on your cheeks, her touch sending a familiar warmth through you that contrasted sharply with the chill of the evening.

With a tenderness that always seemed at odds with the harsh environment of the mining colony, Rain leaned in. Her lips met yours in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, as if giving you room to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself leaning into the kiss, deepening it, your hands moving to encircle her waist and pull her closer.

Rain responded in kind, her movements confident, her lips pressing more firmly against yours. The kiss grew from tender to fervent, a mingling of relief and passion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of deep connections and unspoken promises, a reassurance of her feelings amid the whirlwind of doubts that had clouded your mind.

The world around you seemed to quiet, the usual hum of the colony fading into a distant backdrop to the intensity of the moment. Rain's kiss chased away the shadows of jealousy, filling the spaces with an affirming warmth that seeped deep into your bones.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and a little dazed, Rain’s smile was radiant under the sparse light of the colony’s lamps. "I mean it," she said, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath. "It’s always been you."

In that moment, with Rain’s affirmation still tingling on your lips, the earlier tension dissolved, leaving a clarity that brightened the dark paths of Jackson's Star. Her laughter, light and freeing, bubbled up between you, and you couldn't help but laugh with her, the sound mingling with the night air.

The path back to your quarters was filled with a comfortable silence, the type that comes when no words are necessary to fill the space between two people. Rain’s hand in yours felt like a vow, a silent promise that no misunderstanding could break the bond you shared.

As Andy turned to give you both a subtle thumbs up before heading off to give you some privacy, you realized how deeply integrated into your life Rain had become. Her presence was a constant source of strength and comfort, just as you hoped to be for her.

Your journey together on Jackson's Star might be filled with challenges, but moments like these, stolen under the artificial stars of the colony, reminded you that as long as you were together, there was nothing you couldn’t face.

[asvtrials]

Pls make a tyler smut where after they escape the alien they hide in the room where the guns were and due to crazy emotions they have soft romantic sex

masterlist

give you everything

thank you for this wonderful idea<3 summary: An injury leads to you and Tyler realizing how short life really is. warnings/tags: swearing, smut, reader is injured, unprotected sex (don't be fucking silly wrap your willy) a/n: Fun fact, as i'm editing this i'm thinking abt exes with benefits / second chance with Tyler realizing they are still into each other. Anyways FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT so be nice, and I would love any advice (no seriously don't would don't be shy), istg writing dirty talk is so funny I can't thank you to my pookie @spikedfearn for reading it first and giving me confidence <333 English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. wc: 2887

"Hey! Hey, are you okay?" Rain's worried voice somehow managed to reach your ears despite the intense ringing. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them but the blurriness took some time to disappear.

You found yourself clutching at the person next to you, who turned out to be the forearm of your boyfriend—Tyler. 

Tyler's hands hugged your sides, his soft movements brought you comfort despite his trembling hands.

He kept mumbling a string of “It’s alright” and “We're okay now”

You knew you had escaped, that the door was locked, and all of those creatures had no way in, but your heart still raced like crazy in your chest.

You could still hear Tyler's shouts when one of those monsters lunged at you, it's little legs clutching the sides of your face. If it wasn't for Rain, who grabbed the tail of the creature and threw it away with a scream.

As the adrenaline slowly wore off, you felt a stinging pain spread around your left thigh, a groan leaving your lips at the sudden feeling. You grasped your leg, frantically lifting your jeans.

“F—Fuck.” You mumbled breathlessly when you saw the blood gushing out of the cut, just above your knee. You must've cut yourself while running for your life like a madwoman.

“Andy! Andy, what can we do?” Rain's voice caught the synthetic’s attention.

“We must apply pressure and find something to clean and disinfect the wound.” He spoke, his calm voice coming to contrast with the situation.

Tyler's fingers slid down to your back, gently rubbing it as Rain stood up to look for things that might be useful.

When you followed Rain with your eyes you noticed the blinding white walls of the room and the multiple desks that were organized in squares.

“Hey, hey.” Tyler's soft tone brought you back to reality and you turned your attention to his worried face. The boy wiped your forehead and pushed back the loose strands of hair that clung to it, fingers trembling slightly “You're goin’ to be okay, yeh?” 

He waited for you to nod to continue. “We have Andy here, he knows what to do.” The softness in his voice significantly changed when his attention moved to the android. “She's going to be alright, yeh?” 

Andy took a moment to answer. “Yes. If we clean the wound thoroughly then Y/n will be able to recover relatively soon.”

A small “see” accompanied Tyler's smile when he turned back to you.

Rain finally sat next to you, dropping the first aid kit on the floor with a loud sound. She pushed her hair behind her ears and opened the little red box, quickly taking out bandages and cotton balls. She wet a cotton ball with alcohol and passed it to Tyler before unrolling the bandages.

You were too busy trying to ignore the pain to realize what was happening until Tyler held your shoulder tighter, putting all of your weight on his side.

“Goin’ to hurt a bit, love.” He mumbled against your forehead.

A loud cry escaped past your lips when the soft material made contact with the cut. You felt Tyler's hand hold you closer and Rain's hands push you back by the shoulders when you tried to pull away.

“It’s okay, ‘t’s okay” Tyler murmured against your earlobe.

The boy quickly removed the material, his breath rigid as he held your shaking figure in his arms.

Rain took advantage of your seemingly disoriented state and quickly wrapped a bandage around your thigh.

Your quiet sobs echoed in the spacious room as Tyler held you close to his chest while spewing out soft, encouraging words.

“She should rest and the bandages should be frequently changed but—” Andy spoke after all of you had fallen quiet, pausing momentarily to gather the right words. “We cannot wait.”

You snapped your eyes to the android, breath hitching at the implication.

“What?—No—No,  Andy we're not leavin’ Y/n behind,” Tyler warned, holding you tighter.

“Tyler’s right, we aren’t leaving her” Rain agreed, walking closer to her brother and holding his forearms. Maybe she hoped that she could somehow channel the old, sweet Andy.

“Those creatures aren't going to wait—” Andy began but Tyler didn't let him finish.

He hooked his hands under your knees and back and lifted you with him as he stood up. The boy paced forward, getting intimidatingly close to the android “I don't give a flying fuck! I won't leave her behind.” He spat out.

“Tyler, I'm okay, I can conti—” You attempted to defuse the situation but he dismissed your words with a shake of his head.

Rain tried to hold onto his bicep but he ignored her and walked towards the closest door to you. It was, as expected, closed. Tyler groaned and kicked the metal door, shaking you a bit in the process and making you hiss in pain.

After Rain's silent pleas, Andy ended up giving in and opening the door. Tyler stepped in as soon as there was an opening, not even waiting for the door to fully slide open.

The room was way bigger than it looked, like another fucked up lab, similar to the rest of this section. There were multiple doors leading to other smaller rooms.

The boy checked the rooms, holding you close to him until he found one with what looked like a hospital room. This must’ve been the recovery room from whatever experiments they were doing.

Carefully, he lowered you into the hard mattress with a “There we go.” You took a sharp breath when you tried to straighten your back.

“Hey, lie down.” He told you and gently pushed you down against the mattress.

“I don't want to lie down.” You replied through gritted teeth. “I want to get out of this place.”

“We will. Once you're better.” He reassured. His calloused hand reached your warm cheek.

The more time you rested the more the pain was slowly dying down and you could finally notice your boyfriend's worried features more clearly.

His big eyes stared right back at yours, all wet and worried. He rubbed your calf, trying to soothe you as much as he could.

The sight of him was enough to make you tear up. You really could've died and never see him again.

A quiet sob left your chest as you pulled him closer, ignoring the sudden pain in your thigh. You hugged his shoulders, holding him close to your chest. His arms immediately hugged your waist, holding you tightly as if you were going to turn into dust and disappear if he let go. 

You refused to pull away for a long while especially when he slid his cold hands under your shirt, his fingertips squeezing your warm and sweat-covered flesh.

“If it wasn't for Rain—” He began and sighed deeply, unable to even imagine what would happen if your friend wasn't quick enough. “I should've been next to you! I—”

Hearing him talk like that about himself was excruciating and you had to bite your lip to stop your tears from spilling.

You could've told him dozens of different things to disagree with, just like you always did when he was doubting himself. But this time you didn't have the strength to argue.

So instead, you cupped his face and pulled him away from your chest. He looked at you confused before you pulled him closer, connecting your lips.

He hugged you tighter and sighed into the kiss when you buried your fingers in his hair.

Quickly the desperation and need overtook both of your senses and what started off as a gentle kiss deteriorated into something else. Something messy and urgent.

Tyler's hands roamed all over the delicate skin of your back. A surprised moan escaped you when he leaned closer, pushing you even further into the mattress, not giving you any time to breathe.

But you didn't want to breathe. You wanted his lips, his hands.

You need him to extinguish the fire that felt like it burning you alive.

Your hand moved from his messy hair down to his neck and body, lightly scraping your nails against him until your palm rested on his crotch.

The space between your brows creased a bit when Tyler hesitantly pulled away.

“What happe—” Your question was cut off by the boy's breathless reply.

“Love, we can't. I want to, I really do—you know that—but you're hurt”

Your other hand rubbed his cheek as you spoke “We're stuck here and we don’t if we'll even get out alive.” You began and you could already see the conversation was making him uneasy. “If something happens.” He was about to object but you didn't give him the opportunity. “I want to spend these last moments with you, Ty.”

Tyler's gaze was melancholic before he connected your lips in a soft kiss once again. “Don’ say that, Y/n” His tone made it sound like he barely believed his own words.

“Or maybe I just want to get in your pants, who knows?” You joked and the boy had a hard time keeping his disapproving front, a small smile threatening to appear on his lips.

You pulled him back to your lips and this time you didn't sense the same hesitation from the boy, just caution.

His lips moved slowly against yours to savor the moment, like he was trying to remember your taste.

He rose from his seat next to you but you didn't have to chase after him since he crouched, refusing to separate from your lips.

The boy leaned forward, bringing his hands to either side of your head. His hands slid down to your sides, grabbing your waist.

You let out a small gasp when his hand instinctively wandered lower to your thighs.

“Sorry, sorry!” Tyler apologized and pulled away.

“It's fine.” You quickly reassured him when you saw how quick worry appeared in his eyes.

You didn't give him time to worry more over that little mishap, quickly pulling him back to your craving lips and that seemed to work because the boy immediately reciprocated.

His hands carefully lifted your shirt and slid lower, fingertips gliding along the flesh of your stomach.

The carefulness and attentiveness of his movements made your cheeks burn even more. Tyler was always like this and it never failed to make your heart flutter. No matter how mad or pent up he was there was always an underlined gentleness to his movements even if he was going faster or rougher than usual. It was things like this that made you feel lucky to have him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip when he left a path of quick kisses from your ribcage to your lower abdomen.

He pulled himself up, bringing his face close to yours once again. He hooked his finger on the waistband of your pants before his eyes met yours momentarily—as a silent question for permission.

You quickly nodded, giving him a string of encouraging pecks on the lips in anticipation.

Your breath got caught in your throat when his hand slid under your underwear.

You aren't sure if it was the adrenaline or the intense need you felt—maybe it was both— but you didn't care one bit about your injured leg. The pain and fear were long forgotten, replaced with lust and desire.

Your bruised lips parted in a soft gasp when you felt his rough finger gently enter your tight folds. The soft motions of his finger send a wave of relief and pleasure through your body. His other hand came to rest on the side of your head, brushing some strands of your hair behind your ear.

He pushed another finger in, his thumb gently circling your swollen clit. His eyes never left yours even when yours closed shut as you threw your head back with a moan.

“Fuck I love you so much,” Tyler murmured, lips trailing down to your neck. 

The small room was filled with the wet sounds that followed every time he thrust his fingers in and out of your inviting core combined with the sounds of lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed neck and collarbone and the soft moan you let out every time he curled his finger inside you. Tyler pulled down the collar of your shirt, continuing to plant kisses lower.

When you felt his mouth harshly suck on your sensitive skin you knew you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah, Ty…” You gasped, finally opening your eyes.

The boy reluctantly pulled away from you, his eyes meeting yours as his chest rose and fell, mirroring your own breathless state.

The sheer amount of need in his eyes forced a whimper out of you. You ran your hand over his messy hair as you pleaded “I want you.”

His breath was ragged as he gazed down at you and you swore you felt him twitch against his pants when you said that. “I’ll give you anythin’ you want, my love.” He grunted, quickly pulling you closer to him for a hungry kiss.

You whined against his tongue when his fingers abandoned your gushing insides and instead reached for his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and lowering his pants just below his hips.

“Ty, please…” You didn’t need to beg, you knew Tyler would give you anything you wanted and all you had to do was ask yet the small whimpers and pleas always left your lips at times like this. The way you batted your eyelashes, his name rolling out of your tongue like a prayer always made Tyler lightheaded.

Damn, he would really give you anything you’d ask for.

He grabbed your leg, effortlessly arranging you to lie on your side in hopes that this position wouldn’t hurt your leg too much. You winced when the flesh of your right leg came in contact with the cut on your left hip but you pushed it away.

“Ah fuck, Tyler…” You moaned breathlessly, your back arching when he hastily pushed himself deep inside you, seemingly as desperate as you to be squeezed by your walls.

“Shh…” He cooed, resting his forehead against the side of your head.

“Ah—Ty!” 

You really tried to be quiet, really. But how could you do was moan as his cock hit your velvety insides so blissfully?

Tyler’s whispers didn’t help you be any quieter, his lips brushing against your ear as he told you how good you were doing, how good you felt, and how he could stay like this forever.

His own quiet moans and groans mixed with yours, filling the room as he moved his hips quickly. You scrambled to find his hand that was resting on your hair and you held it tightly, intertwining your fingers together.

The pleasure was now becoming unbearable the harsher his movements got earning surprised “ah ah ah”s from you after every deep thrust. Suddenly, you were very grateful that you locked yourself in the lab's farthest room.

“My perfect girl.” He whispered making your toes curl in your shoes. 

You felt him repeatedly hit that familiar spongy over and over again combined with his thumb cycling your clit so good send you over the edge with a silent moan, jaw hanging open as you felt your release wash over you.

You knew Tyler wasn’t too far either by the way his short nails dug deep into the flesh of your waist, holding you down as he fucked you through your orgasm, desperately chasing after his own. 

Tyler gently wiped the drool off the side of your lips, hips stuttering against you, losing that steady rhythm he set and becoming increasingly clumsy before he attempted to pull away.

“No, Ty” You squeezed his hand in yours. You attempted to keep your voice from breaking and continued, the overstimulation was making you dizzy “I want you to finish inside me.”

His eyes widened at that. Never before have you asked him of such a thing. Both of you knew you preferred for him to wear a condom rather than get stuck in an uncompromising situation yet you could feel him twitch inside you.

The thought of your possible doom in this awful place by whatever those creatures were, made you want—No, Need to feel him as close as humanly possible.

“Are you sure, my love?” His tone was gentle when he asked you, completely opposing his gravelly voice and the way he squeezed your waist.

“Please, babe.” You begged.

You cried out when you felt him move again. Tyler leaned closer, locking lips with you in a deep kiss. You rolled your tongue around his, moans escaping your lips every time his cock drilled into your sweet spot.

“Fuck—Fuck you feel so good…Lettin’ me fill ya full—” He groaned against your ear and with one last push you felt him spill deep inside of you, painting your velvety walls white.

“Tyler!” You moaned as he pushed deeper once, twice and then he stilled against you.

For a while, all you could hear in the room was panting before you spoke “I love you”

“I love you.” He didn’t miss a beat to reply, leaving a small peck on your forehead. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

[k-nayee]

Morning After Alien Romulus

wc: 4k a/n: Song Inspiration: Morning After by DVSN; recommend you listen while reading!!

Traveler M.List

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It all began with a call that changed everything.

You were still relatively new to your position at Jackson's Star when you first met him.

Just 19—still figuring out the ropes of task assignments and managing shift schedules; and yet there you were: delivering the worst news someone could receive.

He was 20 when he walked into the room—scruffy eyes heavy from exhaustion, but had a quiet determined strength to him.

His mother had been overseeing a section of the mines when part of it collapsed during a solo manual checkup.

Only one casualty, but that didn’t soften the blow. Protocol dictated that a family member was called to meetings like this.

His father and sister was bedridden, recovering from whatever sickness had been going around.

That left him to face the news alone.

You sat across from him in the dimly lit room, unsure how to begin. His name stood out on the data tablet you clutched too tightly in your hands: Tyler Harrison.

You watched as he sat, hands folded in his lap, waiting for you to speak.

But how could you? Words felt too small, too fragile for the weight of the situation.

"There was an accident," you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "The section your mother was overseeing in… it collapsed during her check. There weren’t any other casualties but…"

The rest of your words had faded into the air as Tyler he stared at you. His expression didn’t change immediately.

It was as if the words didn’t land, as if some part of him was still waiting for you to take it back and say something different.

When he did react it was with the smallest nod, his jaw tightening as he processed the reality.

No tears. No outward display of grief. Just a quiet acceptance that made your chest ache for him.

For a while neither of you spoke. You felt completely out of your depth, helpless in the face of such loss.

What were you supposed to say to make this better? Could you even?

Instead you had offered him the standard protocol—paperwork, procedures, grief counseling if he wanted it.

He refused the offer with a shake of his head. "It’s...just no life here isn’t it?" you could hear the pain he was trying so hard to keep inside.

"...I'm sorry," you whispered, meaning it in ways that went beyond just doing your job.

He said nothing. Just simply got up and left.

After that day you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it was because you understood loss, having losing your parents when you were seventeen.

Maybe it was because Tyler reminded you of yourself—alone, trying to carry a weight too heavy for one person.

Or maybe, somewhere in the quiet spaces between your brief meeting, you began to notice how his presence stirred something inside you.

You reached out to him in the days that followed.

At first it was professional; checking in to make sure he was managing with the loss. But those conversations quickly became more.

Tyler had a way of looking at you, of really seeing you, that made it impossible not to want to be around him.

He wasn’t just some grieving son; he was kind, resilient—strong in ways you didn’t expect.

Weeks passed and with each interaction the distance between you shrank.

Sometimes you'd find yourselves talking after work, just the two of you walking through the dimly lit corridors of the colony, shoulders brushing every now and then.

It felt easy with him.

He made you laugh in those rare moments when you’d let yourself forget where you were or what life had taken from you both.

Yeah you found him attractive, but it was more than that. Tyler had a quiet charm, a steadiness that drew you in.

He didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve, but when he smiled—really smiled—it was like the room brightened a little.

And as the weeks turned into months you realized your feelings for him weren’t just out of sympathy. They had grown into something real.

It wasn’t long before he felt the same.

One night, after a particularly long shift, you sat together in one of the colony’s communal areas sharing stories of the people you once were before the weight of loss settled into your lives.

He listened with a soft gaze as you spoke, and when it was his turn he opened up in a way that surprised you.

"I’ve never been good at this," he admitted as his fingers absently traced the rim of his cup. "Talking I mean. About things that matter. But you...you make it easy."

You smiled at that, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your chest. "You make it easy too."

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. A natural pause that led to Tyler reaching for your hand across the table.

His fingers slid across your palm warm and tentative, as if he was waiting for you to pull away.

You didn’t. You never would.

From then on your relationship with Tyler changed.

You found yourselves seeking each other out more—lingering together in the hidden corners of the colony where you could talk, kiss, and be.

It wasn’t long before you officially started dating, falling into a routine of stolen moments amidst the shift changes and other responsibilities.

Tyler became your constant—a presence you leaned on, someone you could be vulnerable with.

It wasn’t just about comforting each other anymore.

You had both found something more even in the middle of all that darkness.

It was love.

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Your mind often lingered on those early days with Tyler.

The bond you’d built felt so natural, so inevitable—two people finding each other in the chaos of life on Jackson's Star.

But as the memories swirled, reality crept back in, pulling you from the haze of nostalgia.

A faint headache throbbed at your temples, the familiar sensation of fatigue weighing you down.

"Still not feeling well huh?"

You blinked, startled by the familiar voice breaking through the quiet.

Looking up you saw your supervisor Mary-Anne standing at your desk, her brows knitted in concern.

The older woman had been watching over you since you first started working here—almost like a mother figure always checking in and making sure you weren’t overworking yourself.

You offered her a weak smile and brush it off with a shrug. "It’s nothing. You know I always get sick this time of year. I’ll be fine."

Mary-Anne didn’t seem convinced. She crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing slightly as she studied you.

"It’s been nearly a month now," she pointed out with a gentle firm voice. "And you’re looking worse, not better."

You opened your mouth to protest to offer another excuse, but the words faltered under her knowing gaze.

She wasn’t buying it. And truth be told neither were you.

The exhaustion, lightheadedness, the constant dull headache—they hadn’t gone away.

They lingered, gnawing at you day after day, but you didn’t have the luxury of slowing down.

Not with everything going on. Not with your brother to look after.

"Look," she softened her tone as she uncrossed her arms, "at least think about going to the colony infirmary. Have them run a few tests, maybe even take a few days off. You’re no good to anyone if you push yourself too hard."

You let out a sigh knowing she wouldn’t let this go until you agreed. "Yeah...okay. M-maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it."

Mary-Anne gives you a pointed look. "Matter of fact you should take the rest of the shift off. Start your break early. I’ll handle everything."

A teasing grin tugged at your lips. "You’ve got to stop babying me Mary-Anne. I’ve been working here for what, four years years now?"

Her eyes twinkled with a hint of playfulness despite the undercurrent of concern. "Four years or not, I’m still your supervisor. Now do you want to go home or do you want me to keep you here until you drop?"

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Okay okay. I’ll go."

"Good." As you stood from your desk gathering a few things, Mary-Anne gave you a fond but stern look. "And make sure to actually rest this time."

With a playful salute you waved her off, murmuring quick goodbyes to the few coworkers still nearby.

Stepping out into the corridor, the cool air of the colony brush against your skin.

Even when the low hum of the machinery and distant echoes of workers filled the background, your mind was elsewhere, drifting into the memories that tugged at your heart with every step you took.

Tyler.

It had been a little over a year since you two had broken up, but the weight of it still lingered like a bruise that refused to fade.

You hadn’t meant for things to end the way they did.

In fact when you’d first met you never imagined you’d get to a point where you couldn’t even look at each other.

But life on Jackson’s Star had a way of weighing people down until there was no energy left to give.

Your thoughts circled back to February of 2141—the month everything fell apart. You had recently turned 22, Tyler nearing his 23rd birthday.

For two years you’d been together, navigating the colony’s harsh environment as best you could. But it was never easy.

How could it be with the constant grind, the pressure of survival, and the burden of responsibility weighing on both of your shoulders?

Tyler had been slowly drowning under the weight of his family’s expectations.

His father grew weaker by the day, forcing him to step up as the head of the house to care for both himself and his younger sister Kay.

And you? You had your own responsibilities.

Your younger brother, who was just 16 at the time, depended on you since the day you’d both lost your parents.

You were only 17 when it happened after all. Having been placed into the role of caretaker at such a young age forced you to grow up faster than you wanted to.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault, not really.

The stress, the exhaustion—it chipped away at your relationship bit by bit.

Neither of you had the time, energy, or the space to take care of each other the way you used to.

Tyler had been overwhelmed with his responsibilities at home and you had been too wrapped up in your own struggles.

Somewhere along the way you both drifted apart, like two ships in a dark endless sea.

You still loved Tyler—of course you did. But love didn’t change the fact that Jackson’s Star was slowly tearing you apart.

You could still remember the night you broke up.

It wasn’t a decision you’d made lightly, but at the time it felt like the only way to survive.

You couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine when deep down you both knew this was coming for a long time.

And so, you called it off.

Tyler had been quiet. He didn’t argue. He just simply nodded, eyes dull.

After that there had been silence. Weeks passed without a word between you two. That was until...

Your steps slowed, breath catching as the memory washed over you.

Two months after the breakup Tyler had shown up at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

You’d been surprised, standing there in the doorway staring at him.

He looked different—older, more broken than before. He barely managed to speak before the words tumbled out.

His father died.

You’d let him in without a second thought. He was shaking, barely holding it together as you led him inside.

That night you didn’t need words. He didn’t need to explain anything. He simply fell into your arms and you held him close, comforting him the way you used to.

The pain, the grief, the love you still held for each other—it all blurred together.

It was so easy to fall back into the intimacy you’d shared. Before you knew it you were kissing, the heat of it familiar, pulling you both under.

Didn’t take long before you ended up in bed tangled in each other, the lines between comfort and passion mixing until they were one of the same.

But the morning after reality settled back in. You didn’t speak of it. He left your apartment quietly and you let him go.

No words were exchanged, no promises made. You hadn’t spoken since.

And now as you walked through the dim corridors of the colony, the weight of that night pressed on you.

Three months. Three months since you’d seen Tyler and part of you wondered if you ever would again.

The guilt gnawed at you—had you made the right choice? Should you have fought harder for him and the relationship you’d built together?

Or had you both done the best you could in a place that seemed designed to break you?

Your heart ached at the thought. There were no easy answers nor clean resolutions.

Turning the corner toward your living quarters you froze.

Standing outside your door, looking as nervous as you’d ever seen him, was Tyler.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The world around you faded—the hum of the colony, the distant chatter of workers—leaving only the sight of him standing there.

His hair was a little longer and there was a weariness in his posture that hadn’t been there before. But he was still the same Tyler you’d fallen for all those years ago.

When he saw you his eyes softened.

"Hey," his voice was barely audible over the hum of the corridor.

"Tyler..." You try to keep the surprise from your voice but it was there and you both knew it.

The air between you was thick with everything left unsaid. You weren’t sure what to expect.

Was he here to talk about that night? To explain why he’d disappeared afterward?

You swallow down the flood of emotions rising up and force yourself to stay calm. "What are you doing here?"

He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting around before finally settling on you again.

"Can we talk?" He sounded unsure like he half-expected you to say no. "I uh...I didn’t mean to just show up like this."

Not trusting your voice you simply nod. Stepping past him to unlock the door, it slides open with a soft hiss before you enter.

Tyler follow behind all the way to your bedroom, his presence filling the small space with an odd tension.

“I just need to check on my brother,” you muttered. You needed a second to breathe, to collect yourself.

He watch as you disappear down the narrow hallway.

The familiar hum of the colony’s systems thrummed beneath your feet as you knocked lightly on your brother’s door.

“Everything good?” you asked softly when he opened it. He nod, already dressed in his uniform ready for his shift.

“Yeah just heading out now,” he offer you a small smile. Giving you a farewell kiss on the cheek, he brushes past you and make his way out the house.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and make your way back to your bedroom.

When you returned Tyler was looking at pictures taped on the wall.

He looked up as you re-entered, and the two of you just stared at each other, neither of you knowing how to begin.

"I...I know it’s been a while and I...I'm sorry. I’m sorry I disappeared after that...night. I should have reached out I know that. I just—” He paused, searching for the right words, his eyes flicking to yours. “I didn’t know what to say.”

The rawness in his voice cuts you deep. You hadn’t expected an apology, not like this.

For months you had told yourself it was just the way things had to be; two people who couldn’t make it work even though they tried.

But hearing the regret in his voice made it all feel real again, like a wound being reopened.

"It's fine. Plus it's partially my fault," you admit quietly. "I shouldn't have assumed that night would...I don’t know fix things?" Your eyes lower as you avoid his gaze. "But then you left and I realized how foolish it was."

Tyler fiercely shook his head. "No. No it's not fine. I never should have left. Not like that."

He took a breath to steady himself before continuing, his words coming faster as if he was afraid he might lose the nerve if he didn’t say it all at once. "I was a coward. I should have told you then but I couldn’t. I couldn’t admit that I never stopped loving you."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected, and suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

Tyler’s eyes were searching yours now, desperate—almost pleading.

“I was an idiot for letting you go. I thought I was doing the right thing but all I did was make everything worse. It’s been hell without you and I didn’t realize how much I needed you until it was too late. I just—” His voice cracked slightly as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know how to fix this, but I need you to know that I love you; always have and always will..”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt the tear slide down your face.

Everything you buried—the emotions you had pushed down after your breakup, rose to the surface.

Without thinking you closed the distance. Your hands reached for him before you could stop yourself and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss was hungry, desperate as if the months of silence had all been leading up to this.

His lips crashed into yours with the same intensity and you could feel the pent-up emotion behind every movement.

It wasn’t soft or gentle; it was years of love, loss, and longing that you couldn’t put into words.

Tyler’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

You kissed him harder, trying to pour every unspoken feeling into that moment, your breaths mingling as you both lost yourselves to the kiss.

Tyler suddenly pulled away, his breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against yours. Hands still gripping your waist, his body trembled slightly.

“I—” He swallowed. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”

Your heart is still pounding in your chest as you look up at him. “What is it?”

His gaze drop to the floor for a second before he look back at you. "We found a way to leave Jackson’s Star. And I want you to come with me."

You blinked. "What?" your voice was barely above a whisper.

You weren’t sure if you heard him right or if your mind was still reeling from the intensity of the kiss you just had.

"There’s an old Weyland-Yutani ship me and the others found. Bjorn, Navarro, and I...we’ve been working on fixing up a hauler, Corbelan IV. We’re planning to leave for Yvaga.” Tyler's eyes searched yours, watching the realization wash over you.

It took a moment for the gravity of what he was saying to fully hit you. Leave? You had spent years on Jackson’s Star.

The idea of leaving—of escaping to somewhere else, somewhere better—was almost too overwhelming to grasp.

You shook your head slowly as disbelief settled in.

“I—what?” Your voice cracked, barely able to keep up with your thoughts. “Tyler. H-how...how is this even possible?”

“We’ve been working on it for a while now,” his hands moved to gently cup your face. “Kay just needs to convince Rain to use Andy to access the ship-mother's systems so we can get to the hyper-sleep chambers. Once that’s done: You, me...we don’t have to stay in this place anymore.”

The way he said it so full of hope made your heart flutter.

For the first time in a long while you saw a future outside of Jackson’s Star, a way out of the endless cycle that had worn both of you down.

But then reality came crashing back.

Your brother.

He was still too young, barely begun working.

The colony had strict rules about who could leave and when—everyone had to meet their quota of hours to even be eligible for a transfer.

It could take years before he would be able to leave and you couldn’t abandon him. You and he were all each other had left.

“My brother. He’s still too young, doesn’t have enough hours to transfer yet. It could be years before he’s able to leave." You step back slightly, pulling yourself out of his grasp as your thoughts raced. "I can’t just...leave him here."

Tyler’s face fell, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.

"We’ll figure it out," he pleaded. "Andy. H-he's a synthetic! Yeah—he can stay behind and watch over him. You know he’s capable of it. Once we’re safe, once we’ve settled on Yvaga we’ll come back for him."

You could hear the desperation in his voice and it tugged at your heart.

You wanted to believe him, to trust that things would somehow work out, but the uncertainty was gnawing at you.

Your brother was all you had left after everything.

Could you trust that it would work out? Could you really leave him behind even for the chance of a new life?

The hesitation clawed at you making it hard to breathe.

Seeing that you weren’t convinced, Tyler stepped closer again, his hands finding yours as he pulled you gently toward the bed. “Please just...think about it.”

He sat down, eyes locked onto yours as he spoke. “If I wake up tomorrow and you’re not beside me, I’ll know you’re not coming. But if you are...” He let the rest of the sentence linger in the air.

A small smile tugged at your lips despite the turmoil inside you.

“Is this how you trick your way into my bed?” you teased softly, the tension easing just a bit. “You didn’t even ask to spend the night.”

Tyler’s lips twitched into a small grin. “Can I stay the night?”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm I don’t know. Maybe you’ll have to work for it first.”

His grin widened, and before you could tease anymore, he leaned in capturing you in a kiss.

Tension melted away as his arms wrapped around to pull you closer.

It was both tender and longing—full of everything you both had been holding back for months.

Tyler’s touch was familiar; his lips soft but filled with the desperation of someone trying to hold on to something in fear it might slip away.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, body responding to his in ways that felt like fire burning within your veins.

His hands slid down your waist, fingers gently brushing against your skin as he began to pull at the fabric of your shirt.

Kissing back with equal fervor, your hands move to his shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion.

Clothes fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment and as you sank into the bed together.

For now the decision could wait.

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Tyler woke slowly the next morning, the faint hum of the colony's machines working in the background as he stretched beneath the covers.

Eyes still closed, for a brief blissful moment he thought about last night, the memory still fresh in his mind.

But as he reached out for you his hand met only cold air.

His eyes snapped open, panic flooding his chest as he realized the bed beside him was empty.

You weren’t there.

His heart raced as he sat up to scan the room. Empty.

The space next to him where you had been was cold and untouched. For a long moment he sat in silence, staring at the space beside him.

The weight of your absence pressed down on him like a heavy stone in his chest. You were gone.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t. The hope he had held onto so tightly the night before was slipping through his fingers.

All that remained now was a empty space, silence—the painful reality that you had made your choice:

You weren’t coming with him.

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Nattie's (@kayharrisons) fanfic Masterlist!!!

Everything is below the cut! 🫶🫶

📖 Multichap

📃 One-shot

🙏 smut

☔️ angst

💕 fluff

No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her ☔️📖

Really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear? 🙏☔️📖

It's getting dark, darling, too dark to see. ☔️📖

It's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it ☔️🙏📖

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your- [Kay x Reader x Bjorn] 🙏📃

If you got a boyfriend, I'm jealous of him, but if you're single that's honestly worse - [Tyler x Reader x Bjorn] 🙏📃

Non-Bjorn Characters (still played by Spike tho!):

Enchanted to meet you [Louis Green x Reader] 💕📃

Sometimes there's no proof, you just know [Thomas Mortimer x Reader] 💕📃

I was a child before the day that I met Eleanor 💕📖

If you got a boyfriend, I'm jealous of him, but if you're single that's honestly worse - [Tyler x Reader x Bjorn] 🙏📃

Asks (headcanons, questions etc):

Tyler with a goth gf

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your- [Kay x Reader x Bjorn] 🙏📃

More tba 👀👀 any requests then feel free to send em!!

[cethlyarlo]

*Cries from the treetops*

ANOTHER CHAPTER IS UP

[stardancerluv]

Ooo thank you for the tag, @yourfavoritewitchbitch

Hmmm…

#1 The Past Follows Like a Shadow

Reader comes home to settle things at her aunt’s house and rekindles with Gator.

#2 What the Emperor Wants

What happens when then Emperor wants you.

And most recently

#3 A Space Journey

Giving a story to the character Tyler Harrison in Alien Romulus.

I have quite a few WIPs these are the most recent. To all my readers ❤️💐❤️ you help inspire me! Thank you.

Now for those who may…or may not struggle.

@babybluebex @mypoisonedvine @darling-i-read-it @darling-obiwan @darknessisafriend @crazytxgradstudent

✨ 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚆𝙸𝙿𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 ✨

Thank you for the tag @thecreelhouse and @buckysgrace

Well here goes:

Part 6 (No title yet) for Badge Bunny - The reality and aftermath after Gator leaves prison. Where will you go? What will you do? As long as you have him, that long promised happily ever after seems within reach.

Chapter 6 (Best Laid Plans) for King of Hearts - Your newly found bliss comes to a halt when everything begins to come crashing down. You both should have known that it couldn't last.

Runaway (working title) - Gator Tillman x AFAB Reader - Gator was sent to bring you home on Halloween night. Seeing him face to face after nearly 10 years forces both of you to relive the past, bringing to light the many memories that you shared and the feelings that you had tried to bury long ago.

✨No pressure tags: @bunnyhargrove @harringtonstilinski @southerngothicchic @bettyfrommars @texasblues @stardancerluv @stevesxyellowxsweater And anyone else who would like to join in! 😘

[calfuray]

writers PLEASE. i need those tyler harrison fanfics NEEOOOOOWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Who I Write For

The Camboys

Christian Seavey

Ryan Abe

Danny Garcia

Dylan Statham

William Hadaddin

Devonte Stewart

JC Caylen

Oscar Guerra

Kevin Langue

Kian Lawley

Crawford Collins

Reggie Webber

Jake Webber

Anderson Webb

Harrison Webb

David Alvarez

Other People I Write For

The Sidemen - Simon, JJ, Tobi, Vikk, Josh, Harry and Ethan

Finn Wolfhard (Platonic only)

Jaeden Martell (Platonic only)

Wyatt Oleff (Platonic only)

Franny Arrietta (can be a platonic fic with Daniel or on her own)

Nezza (can be a platonic fic with Crawford or on her own)

Anna Seavey (Could be either a Platonic/Sibling fic with Christian, Daniel and/or Tyler included or romantic fluff/angst)

Joseph Quinn

Calfreezy

Callux

ChrisMD

TheBurntChip

Beta Squad

ArthurTV

George Clarkey

What I Write and Don’t Write

What I write:

Platonic with younger!reader (NOTE: COULD BE SIBLING!READER OR JUST A YOUNGER FRIEND) (e.g. the guys being protective of the reader)

Angst (e.g. reader and one of the guys break up)

Fluff (e.g. reader and one the groups having a movie night)

If requested with a specific pronoun, I will write with those pronouns.

I mainly write platonic fics, but I am open to writing angst and fluff.

What I don’t write

SMUTS (I feel uncomfortable writing smuts since I am doing imagines about real people and despite Christian saying once on stream that he doesnt mind and Kevin has literally WRITTEN a wholeass fanfic on wattpad about the camboys himself, i still feel uncomfortable, and its out of my comfort zone <3)

I am no longer writing for Why Don't We, I am just not as interested in that band as i used to be, besides Jack & Daniel - I will still write for them but only when requested, otherwise i won't.

I will also write for specific fictional characters too (Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Robin Buckley, Argyle, etc.)

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The One True Queen

A Midnight Cinderella fanfic. story by lovelylyannacrawford

MCx"Everyone"

Chapter 1, Part ½.

In Which the Princess-Elect Is Chosen

I find myself standing alone on the balcony of a porcelain tower. A golden crown sits on my head, and I’m wearing a long, regal white dress that trails into the dark room behind me. Grass and exotic, lovely plants surround the tower, and the trees act together as an incomplete border that starts from the far left side of the land and stretches around to the far right side, making the tree-border resemble a half-circle.

The sky is dark and the wind, which starts out gentle, picks up speed. Wolves howl and suddenly, a Tianjinese soldier emerges from the trees, running towards the tower with dogs and other Tianjinese soldiers chasing after him. While I don’t know the soldier’s identity, I do know that my heart cries out for him as I watch him barely dodge an arrow. I’ve experienced this dream many times before but I still get scared, even when I know it’s coming to an end.

These dreams end the same in which an arrow flies at me and the soldier, nearly tripping himself, reaches his hand out and screams “NO!”, and I wake up before I’m hit. This dream is slightly different from the rest, though. This time, I’m allowed to see the details of the soldier’s mask that sets him apart from the rest.

I wake up with a foreign orange and white fox mask fresh in my mind. The morning sun peeks through the thin white curtains of the room, and it takes me a moment to remember that I’m still in Wysteria, still in Aaron Abernathy’s house in the precious town I grew up in. My heart calms as I take in the sight of my old room and the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen.

I ponder over the meaning of my dreams as I eat. In my dreams, I must be someone of high-standing and importance, such as a princess, going by what I wore, the concerned soldier, and the tower. It’s funny because it’s a big contrast to what I am in real life: a simple home tutor named (first name), daughter of Emily (last name) and an unknown man, and older sister to “Baby Nate”, a slight cripple who immature teens see as the laughing stock of the town. The contrast alone is enough to remind me that dreams like these are more like muses than prophecies, yet I can’t stop myself from remembering the princess system. His Majesty King Harrison is sick and doesn’t have a heir, and therefore must choose a Wysterian female to be the Princess-elect. He can choose any of us he pleases, and before I find myself in my childhood daydreams as the Princess of Wysteria, I tell myself that it’s only logical he chooses someone who is of actual high-standing and importance; in other words, someone unlike me.

Aaron left a note on the kitchen table saying that he’s out fishing. He’s the owner of Atomic Liquors, the most popular bar in town, and since his living quarter is its very top floor, I have to go through the bar doors in order to go outside.

It’s supposed to be a beautiful day today. I told my students that instead of the usual math and literature, we would meet at the park’s water fountain and then go on from there on a full-filled day.

—

(Later)

When I reach the water fountain, half a dozen of my students run toward me with their arms out. It never fails to lift my spirits when people express their happiness to me, especially when it’s because of me, but this time my lifted spirits last shorter than usual when I see Baby Nate and Emily stand nearby. I’m more surprised than anything else. Emily says, “I thought it would be nice for Nathan to make friends his age.”

It seems like my students are ready to welcome their new playmate because Baby Nate finds himself surrounded on all sides after taking only a couple steps forward. It’s unusual for Emily to allow him out of the house because of her “concern” over his well-being. I stare at her, the woman who Aaron likes to remind me that I happen to be “almost the spitting image of”.

Aaron told me they met when Atomic Liquors and I were 2 years old. There are pictures of them when they were still a couple hanging on his living room wall, and one of them stands out over the rest. It’s a picture of Emily when she was 18, my age now, and she looked beautiful. She had healthy brown hair, flawless skin, and the perfect button nose. She was facing the camera with her hands behind her, back straight and chin up. The only makeup she wore were mascara to make her dark eyes pop, and red lipstick on her bow-shaped lips. It’s sad looking at her now. Her pretty features had faded away due to not only aging, but also to bad habits, which has led to the downfall in many other aspects of her life, such as her relationship with Aaron and whoever my dad is, and the way Baby Nate turned out.

I finally give Emily a response, saying, “The kids and I will take good care of him,” I look at my students. “Right guys?”

“YES!” they answer. Anne, who has Down’s Syndrome, takes Baby Nate’s hand and lifts it in the air.

“I will make (first name)’s brother my new best friend!” she declares, and Baby Nate has to stop himself from falling by grabbing her shoulder with his free hand. They end up face-to-face in the perfect kissing position and the kids around them go, “Oooooooh!”

Emily’s attention is fixed on something in the distance, and when I cough once into my fist she turns to me and says, “Tell Aaron that Nathan will have to stay with him for a few days. I’ll be out of town.”

I ask her, “Are you only telling someone about this now?”

Even though I know that Aaron will be happy to look after Baby Nate, I allow myself to get mad at Emily for doing what she does best: dumping her problems and responsibilities onto someone else.

Emily doesn’t react to the look I give her and walks away without a care for anyone in the world, save for herself, most likely.

I look down to see Baby Nate’s beautiful young face when he tugs at my sleeve.

“(first name), can you take us to see the town?” he asks. My anger fades away and I remember that today is supposed to be a fun day, where I’ll play with the kids and tell them fairy tales under the good weather. I smile at him and take his hand, give it a light squeeze, and say, “Of course. But first, how about I tell all of you a story about a past Wysterian princess and her prince consort…”

—

All the kids went home by late afternoon, save for Baby Nate and Anne. As I watch them walk through town under the sinking sun, I think about Baby Nate’s evolution throughout the years. He has grown stronger in many ways since he was younger despite his disability, thanks to Aaron’s support. He can now walk straight for more than five minutes and can even participate in physical activities like soccer, albeit carefully. Baby Nate can make most people look past his disability with his personality and intelligence, and hardly deals with the same amount of bullies. Anne, on the other hand, is ever the same. She’s as kind as I remember her to be three years ago, when I first met her-

I stop my musing when Anne and Baby Nate are suddenly behind me, clutching my shirt. I’m confused because a second ago they were walking happily in front of me, but then I see the problem. Tyler Ugliano, one of my past bullies, is standing at the fruit stand up ahead. I tense as he turns to look at us. Even though I haven’t seen him in the last three years, he must’ve not gotten any better if news of his little siblings bullying others have been getting around.

Tyler approaches us with a smile that I can’t trust, even though it comes off kind. Then his true shithead colors become obvious as he looks at me up and down, whistles, and says, “You’ve grown, (first name). You got surprisingly hot.”

He sticks his hand out and continues, “How about we start on a fresh page? I’m Tyler Ugliano…” I say nothing and he laughs.

“Aw, no?” he pouts, and slowly reaches for my hair. I find myself not being able to move away as he touches the strands that rest on my right shoulder. “Your hair’s gotten so long…”

Tyler twirls my hair gently between his fingers, then suddenly grips it and yanks it down. I flinch in pain as Anne and Baby Nate gasp, releasing their hold on my shirt. Tyler takes more of my hair from the back of my head and forces me to look into his eyes.

“Don’t you dare think people are going to like you just because you now have a pretty face. Your mom’s still a harlot and your brother’s still a retard thing,” he snarls. Everyone is looking at us with shocked expressions. What is Tyler thinking, attacking me like this in broad daylight where people can see us? When we were younger, he was at least smart enough to do this kind of thing in private. Has he gotten stupid or is he just seeking attention?

Tyler moves my head down to the side and takes a good look at the kids. He snorts, “I see you’re now involved with an actual retard thing.”

At that moment I feel something close to murderous. I can’t see Anne’s face, but I know there’s pain written all over it. She’s been picked on her entire life for having Down’s Syndrome. It’s something she will never get used to because it’s something she can never change…and she can never change the way idiots like Tyler view her.

“Stop it, Tyler!” I say, but he ignores me and goes on with his demeaning words, this time directly at Anne.

“Why are you so. Damn. Ugly?” he asks in an innocent manner. My fists shake with fury as Anne begins to cry.

“Now, now. I think the only ugly person here is you, with that awful personality,” an unfamiliar voice says. Tyler’s grip loosens in surprise, and I take this as an opportunity to sink my fingers into his arm. He howls and throws me aside.

I’m lucky to say I’m safe in a stranger’s arms rather than hurt on the ground. When I look up I nearly freeze when I’m met with a very charming male face. White hair, angular features, and almond red eyes hold onto my attention for longer than they probably should. My feet, which are standing on their tiptoes, are planted fully on the ground as the young man positions me to stand up straight. His hands are now on my arms. He gives me a kind smile as he pats imaginary dust off my sleeve, tilts his head to one side and asks, “You okay?”

I gulp and nod my head, and watch him take on an expression that conveys annoyance as he turns to face Tyler.

“Y’know,” he begins. “I have my days too, when I starve for attention or feel like I just have to feel smarter or more superior than everyone else…”

He pauses to chuckle, and Tyler steps away from him without dropping his glare.

“But the mud-slinging and meanness? Yeah, I’m not interested,” the young man continues. “What’s the point of bullying, anyway? It only makes you happy temporarily, and make others hurt for probably forever.”

“But you don’t understand,” Tyler says. The young man raises his eyebrows in mock surprise.

“Huh? What do you think I don’t understand?”

“W-well,” Tyler stutters as he tries to counter the young man, and then points at me. “One, she’s a b***h who thinks she’s better than everyone else. Two, her mom’s a hooker. Three, she hangs around retards-“

“One,” the young man interrupts, and steps toward Tyler with every point he makes. “I can’t say anything about what she’s like because I don’t know her, and I get the feeling it’s the same for you, so don’t say things you only assume. Two, did she get to choose her mom?  And three,” he’s very close to Tyler at this point. “At least she has real friends. And why make fun of them? I think they look cool.”

The young man winks at Baby Nate and Anne, who obviously see a knight in shining armor in him. I take this time to appreciate his appearance more. I can tell he’s rather well-off going by his red leather coat, the expensive materials his white shirt and black pants are made of, and the healthy glow from his skin. I find myself going closer to him until he meets my gaze, and I glance away.

Tyler breaks the silence with a loud stomp.

“You’re the one assuming shit! Okay, so she didn’t get to choose her mommy, but still, she shouldn’t be hanging around retards if she doesn’t want to get hurt. And I have plenty of friends, real friends, more than she’ll ever have!”

The young man stares at him, then sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I suggest you leave. There’s no point in trying to get through to you. You’re hopeless,” he says, and ignores Tyler’s shocked expression as he goes over to Baby Nate and Anne. I follow him, feeling amazed.

“(first name),” Tyler hisses. I look at him. “You’re dead.”

He runs off. Finally, I notice all the attention this scene attracted and can’t stop myself from looking down at my feet in shame.

“Thank you so much, sir!” Baby Nate says. I turn my attention to him. He’s hugging the young man around the waist, his head coming up to his chest. Anne stands nearby, twirling her pointer fingers around each other with her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed.

The young man beams down at Baby Nate. “No problem! It would be cruel of me to just stand by and watch you guys get bullied like that.”

He playfully jabs Baby Nate’s forehead, then goes over to Anne and gets down to her level.

“Hey. Don’t listen to what he said, because you are one good-looking lady,” he says.

Anne’s heart is probably melting. Her face goes red and she covers up her cheeks, and then throws her arms around the young man’s neck.

“Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU! You’re the first boy to ever say that to me!” she cries. He stares at her with an unreadable expression, and then gets up. He goes over to a nearby booth and points at the necklaces for sale.

“See any you like?” he asks. At that moment my eyes widen and my heart picks up speed. I put my hand over my chest and as I feel my heart’s rhythm, I remember the last time I felt this way: it was with Robert, my former tutor, when he was still in town.

Anne chooses a necklace made of small pink pearls and white crystal flowers, and holds it close to her lips as the young man purchases it. She’s so overwhelmed with happiness she leans on Baby Nate’s shoulder. The young man looks at them with a boyish grin before he picks up an armful of white flowers off the side of a booth. My heart sinks. I don’t want him to leave just yet.

“I’m (first name). (first name) (last name),” I say. The young man looks at me with raised brows. I point at Baby Nate, then Anne. “He’s my brother Nathan and she’s my student Anne Stone. Can you tell us your name?”

He comes closer and seems to gaze at my face for a moment, as if trying to remember every detail. He then smiles and takes my right hand, and I blush as my heart kicks up speed again.

“I’m Leo Crawford,” he says, and kisses my hand. He leans his face closer to mine until I can feel his breath on my forehead, and my heart skips a beat. “What’s his name?”

He must be referring to Tyler. I answer him, “Tyler Ugliano.”

Leo nods, saying, “Makes sense. I’ll do what I can to get him off your back.”

He steps back to get a good look at the three of us, and says, “I’m enchanted to meet you three. I’d stay longer, but I have errands to run and places to be.”

He turns his back to us and walks off into the sunset. I realize that my hand is still on my chest, and I allow myself to call out to him, “Leo!”

Leo looks back. He grins and waves to us.

“Good bye!” he calls back.

The kids and I watch him until he’s no longer in sight. Anne clutches my sleeve and says, “(first name), Leo Crawford is so DREAMY!”

Oh Anne, I can’t disagree with you. I simply nod in response.

I decide to take Baby Nate to Aaron’s house before I walk Anne home. The bar is busy like it is every night, and Aaron is talking to his writer/storyteller friends in the far right corner. He excuses himself from the table when he notices us, and his surprise is evident as he looks down at Baby Nate.

“Nathan, not that I’m not thrilled to see you, but what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your mother?”

I tell Aaron what Emily said to me this morning. His forehead creases in thought, and then he sighs.

“It’s like her to let everyone know things at the last second. Whatever, I guess. Old habits don’t die easily,” He puts a hand on Baby Nate’s shoulder. “I’ll fix him something to eat and take him to bed. I suggest you take Anne home before her mother worries. And by the way,” he waves an envelope at me. “This is for you.”

I notice the envelope’s gold frames. My name is written in cursive at the center, and I see what resembles a castle at the top right corner. I hardly recieve letters and when I do, it’s usually from scammers or distant relatives asking for money…yet I get the feeling that the contents within the envelope will possibly turn my world upside down. My heart pounds. I say, “I’ll read it later. Can you leave it on the bed for me?”

Anne and I arrive at her house without running into any trouble, and Mrs. Stone appears to already be in bed. After I get Anne cleaned up, I tuck her in and read her a story out of a picture book to help her fall asleep. I lay next to her on the bed, and she snuggles into my chest and occasionally glances up at me from the book.

Anne is captivated by the small white flowers in the story. Her pudgy short finger points to them as she looks up to me with pleading eyes and says in a pleading voice, “(first name), can you get me that flower?”

I furrow my brows and hesitate before I respond, “Sweetheart, what do you want it for?”

“I need one to make momma better again…” she says, and I curse at myself for not considering her home situation. Anne’s mom is ill and has a broken leg, and Anne’s abusive alcoholic father is in jail for assault which, funny enough, took place at Atomic Liquors. According to the story, the flowers, which can only be grown in the palace garden, grant wishes. I feel conflicted, because one part of me says no, I shouldn’t do it because 1.) it’s just a fairy tale and 2.) there is no way I’ll be able to successfully sneak into the palace. But the other part of me says yes, I should do it because it’s a simple, innocent wish from my favorite student, who is sweet and caring despite all of the problems she has to go through. When I finally choose my decision, I look at Anne in the eyes.

“Okay. I’ll find a way to get you that flower.”

I resist the urge to flinch when Anne looks at me with wide eyes and an openly happy expression. She hugs me tight and as I hug her back, I think, ‘There’s no way I can let you down now, sweetheart…’

—

*Words from the Author*

I want to say thank you to Lissa of deathbymidnightcinderella. I wouldn’t have written this without her support and encouragement. She’s been a hardcore Midnight Cinderella fan for almost two years now, so any time I have a question I know she’ll always be there to have my back with her knowledge and kind words, just like she did when I wrote this first half-chapter. 

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[stardancerluv]

A Space Journey

Part Five

Summary: Anger ignites

Notes/Warning: alots of angst.

❤️s, reblogs, comments & feedback are always welcome and appreciated.

You crossed your arms in front of you. “So what is going on Tyler?“

Placing his hands on your upper arms, his thumbs gently rubbing, was usually comforting. It would calm you. But right as he leaned in close, that thing that dog tag hung from his throat as attempting to rest his forehead against yours. You managed to wiggle free.

“Are you going to tell me?“

He stood straight, very straight. It made him incredibly tall. You felt so small. You stepped back.

“Why are you so hostile?” He slammed his hand on the metal wall behind you.

You flinched.

“Because, because…” You stumbled over the words that struggled to come out.

He smelled differently, especially right now and in these last few days, he had seemed so far away. It hurt.

“What?” His eyes appeared darker.

“You have that bloody thing around your neck and…and you are not my Tyler. There is something different.”

“Oh? And how am I different?”

You shrugged. You couldn’t say definitively but he was.

“I don’t know.” You whispered.

“Well, that’s great.” He shouted. “Yet you don’t even know why.”

You chewed on your bottom lip.

“Well, this…this is in case something fucking happens to me. So you’ll know its me.”

He tore it off and threw it at you.

“Here, take it. I don’t need to wear it if it upsets you so much.”

“What is wrong with you?” Tears filled your eyes.

An alert, chirped to life filling the silence.

“Fuck.”

You heard him mutter, you looked at him. As he looked at his watch.”

“Not fucking now.”

He cleared his throat, his eyes slid to you. You didn’t move.

He tapped his communicator.

“Yes, Reid.” There was a strain in his voice.

“Is closer. Leaving now. Bring your protection.”

What you had heard, made the unease in your stomach churn. Now you felt ill.

“Understood.” He tapped the screen off. A loud sigh came from him.

“Tyler?” The argument, the upset you had felt was now replaced by whatever this was.

“Look. I said I got big things. This is it, or it will be. I gotta go.”

You nodded. His features were sharp, strained. He never looked this way with a simple salvage.

He brushed past you and went to his room.

You bent down and picked up the dog-tag,

His name, birthday etched in the glowing glass. You immediately followed him.

You only saw him tuck something way by the time you reached his door.

“Tyler, I’m sorry…” You began, you held up the dog-tag.

His words sliced through it.

“Stop. Doesn’t matter.” He came over cupped your chin, tilting your face up. “I’ll be back. I don’t know when. But I will. I’ll explain then. I should have earlier. Stay here. Not in the bunks.”

He felt especially warm as you felt his lips press against yours before he enveloped you in a tender squeeze. Your eyes barely met his brown ones before he spoke once more.

“Coming back to you, it will make the vast emptiness of space tolerable.”

******

You had brought down from the cabinet the amber liquid that had wonderfully warmed the two of you a mere few days before, now it barely softened the ache of his sudden departure.

His dog-tag now sat nestled around your throat. You couldn’t even imagine, what he was doing or why the sudden departure with no warning.

*******

You woke, face deep into one of his pillows when you heard the arrival of the others. So they didn’t suddenly leave either. He was alone.

Tears that had made your eyes raw came back with that realization. He was all alone up there. You reburied your face.

Inhaling, his crisp scent wishing you were miles away when you heard Kay call for him.

You would have to tell her, you would have to tell them all.

*******

They had finally managed to dock at the cargo ship. On the outside, it looked like it had gone through a few space battles, possibly with the pirates they had expected in taking it over.

As they entered, the gravity was on, but the cycle was almost over.

“And the gravity will remain on.” Xano informed him looking up from the only working screen, they came across. “The air is at a breathable level.”

“Good.” Nodding, Tyler finally pulled off his helmet. He coughed, after breathing the stale air. His gloved fingers rake through his hair. Glancing around not knowing what to expect; he remained on edge.

Walking over to where Xano perched, he gave the cracked screen once over. Xano’s fingers were a blur as they continued to slide and tap over the keys.

“Only one life signature appears to be on board with us.”

Tyler tapped at the screen. “What’s it doing in the sterile room?”

Xano shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”

“Right.” He pressed his lips together and nodded. Tyler then looked away from the screen, swallowing as he did. The argument was still fresh in his heart. On the corner of the screen was a faded snapshot of a couple during happier times, it brought fresh pain from the argument you two had prior to leaving.

“You’ll see her again.” Xano patted him on the shoulder, after sliding off a stool.

“I plan on it.”

*******

Their flashlights automatically snapped on. The light beams were sharp in the pitch black room. The doors had reluctantly groaned as they slid open.

Whatever was under their boots crunched, he couldn’t tell it if was tile or glass. After more of a delay, the lights finally flickered on.

Tyler’s eyes grew at what he saw.

@luvscarlyle new chapter but oo so much 😳🫣

[maldaptivedreamer]

Locker Room Fantasies

You attempt to relax in the empty locker rooms. Tyler helps.

content: Not proofread, not accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc character, fem reader, smut, shower sex, voyeurism, masturbation, multiple orgasms, spitting like once, oral (reader receiving), empty but sex in public space, lack of shoes in public shower

wc: ~2.7k

a/n:  Just a PSA, if you use a public shower, wear shoes. Also be safe.

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

A weary breath escapes your nose as you scan your badge across the card reader. It flashes green before the door clicks open with a loud buzz. The sound of your thick boots clicking on the ground echoes throughout the room. Scanning the rows of lockers, your voice bounces on the tiles as you call out, “Hello?”

Closing your eyes, a sigh of appreciation escapes your lips as you reach your locker. Sitting on the bench, you hunch over, rubbing your face in exhaustion. Your tense body protests at the position, but you ignore it. Massaging your shoulder, you silently pray that a shower will provide some relief.

Roughly rubbing your burning eyes, you push yourself up. Unlocking your locker, you mechanically proceed to prepare for your shower. With a lazy slam, you close the door and take a deep breath before heading to the shower stalls.

Your feet silently pad across the floor. The frigid tiles bleed through your socks, sending a chill up your spine.

Entering the stall in the far corner, you hang your towel on the metal hook. Carelessly dropping your soap onto the damp floor, you reach for the flimsy gray curtain. It shuts with a loud clink.

The bright fluorescent lights dull slightly as you pull the curtain closed. You twist the knob of the shower, and it sputters on, a few drops of lukewarm water catch the skin of your hand before fully springing to life.

Flicking away the stray droplets, you begin to undress. Slowly peeling off each layer of your sweaty uniform, you pile them haphazardly in one corner of the stall. Stepping under the hot spray of water, you close your eyes. You let out a sigh of relief as the warmth cascades over your tired muscles.

Leaning forward, you rest your forehead against the cool tile wall, letting the water run down your back. After a moment, you push yourself away from the wall and bend down to grab your soap. With a firm squeeze, you release a glob into your palm and raise it to your hair. Your fingers work through each strand, massaging your scalp and releasing any tension that lingers there.

Rinsing your hair, you can feel a familiar tingling sensation spreading through your body. Swallowing, you allow your mind to drift. There’s no one here. You could just listen and stop if someone walks in.

Biting your lip, you scrub your soapy hands along your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you experimentally brush a hand over your erect nipple. Slowly, your other hand follows suit, tracing a path down to your core where you tentatively press a single finger to your clit, eliciting a sharp gasp.

Your anxious eyes dart around the stark white walls, hyper-aware of any noise outside of the stall. But you don’t stop. The thrill of being caught only fuels your desire and you continue to explore your body with growing confidence.

Stepping out from under the warm spray of water, you bend over and place a hand against the cool tiles of the shower wall. Your legs spread wide, and your fingers begin to trace slow circles around your sensitive clit, quiet moans fall from your lips.

Despite the temptation to tease and prolong the pleasure, you resist and slowly insert your fingers into your dripping core. You release a desperate moan, but you quickly stifle it by pressing your cheek against the tiles, providing some relief to your flushed skin.

You thrust your fingers in and out of yourself, feeling the slick walls of your pussy clenching around them. Each time, your palm grazes over your swollen clit. The sound of wet squelching mixes with the steady stream of water.

With eyes clenched shut and thighs trembling, you risk letting out a louder moan. Moving your hand from the wall to your mouth, you muffle your noises as you quicken the pace of your fingers.

Tears form a misty veil over your eyes, blurring your vision as you watch your hand plunge into yourself. Fingers curl tightly and disappear, your palm slaps against your clit with loud smacks.

The overwhelming pleasure consumes you, making it almost impossible to hear the loud buzz of the door. Your gasp is stifled as you freeze, every muscle tense.

Heavy footsteps reverberate through the room, each one causing your heart to race faster. You strain to listen for any indication of who walked in, fingers still buried deep inside of you.

With your legs pressed tightly together, you can feel the desperate ache pulsing through your body. But you don’t move.

“Hello?” Tyler's accented voice breaks through the silence, sending shivers down your spine.

Your walls clench around your fingers and your eyes roll back in pleasure. Swallowing hard, you try to regain composure as you reply with a slight crack in your voice, “Hey.”

You can almost see him furrow his brows from behind the thin curtain, his deep voice calling out your name in question. “You good?”

You nod, clearing your throat with a wince. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

The sound of metal clanging echoes through the room as he opens his locker. His footsteps draw closer to your stall as he asks, “Good… Mind if I take a shower?”

Your fingers twitch as you answer, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "No, of course not."

There is no response, and you press your forehead against the cold wall, trying to calm your racing thoughts. Your mind races with the potential consequences of being caught. Pushing your worries aside, you decide that you can be quiet. Really quiet. And careful.

Just as you come to this resolution, the sound of running water fills the air as the shower next to yours turns on.

Your whole-body tenses and you turn to face the wall that now separates you from him. Chewing on your lip anxiously, you slowly begin to grind your fingers in and out of yourself, careful to keep your movements silent and undetected. A mix of guilt and desire washes over you as you touch yourself.

“How was your day?” The timbre of his voice breaks the silence of the room, sending shivers down your spine. You imagine him running his hands along his body as he talks to you, just as you had done to your own earlier. The sound of his voice intensifies the sensations coursing through your body.

With a sigh that he mistakes for exhaustion, you reply, "Long." You rest your back against the wall and lift a hand to your chest. You palm at your breast, as your fingers scissor into you.

Your eyes fixate on the wall in front of you as he grunts in agreement. With each thrust and touch, you feel yourself growing more confident and lost in pleasure. Nibbling on your lip, you loudly gasp out his name, "Tyler."

For a moment, there is only silence as he pauses. You can feel the burn of his eyes on you through the wall. His voice is low when he responds, "Yeah?"

Leveling out your voice, you speak. “Tell me about your day.”

His movements are hesitant as he starts moving again. “Went on patrol and was partnered with Alex again.”

You hum in response, and he continues, his voice rumbling in your ears as you press your fingers deeper into you. You shove two fingers into your mouth as you try to muffle your whimpers. “-can’t stand Alex. Told you they should partner us up again…”

You hope, pray, that his voice drowns out the noise of your messy pussy as you speed up your fingers, unable to restrain yourself.

He pauses on the other side of the wall, but you can still hear the faint sound of his hands moving. “Thought about you… Was thinkin’ about you a lot.”

A surge of desire and anticipation runs through you as you feel yourself approaching your release. Your fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop. “Yeah?” Your voice is breathless and eager.

“Yeah.” Tyler’s voice is like velvet, deep and alluring. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, “Daydreamin’ about you. Your mouth. How tight you’d feel around my cock.”

Tyler's voice sends shivers down your spine, its husky depth drawing you further into him. Your mind races with images of his mouth on yours, and the tightness you know would come from him being inside you.

As you rub circles over your swollen clit, you try to muffle your screams, but the effort is useless. "Oh fuck! Tyler!"

The sound of the curtain being roughly pulled open and closed goes unnoticed as you scramble to steady your trembling body against the wall.

Suddenly, you feel a strong hand on your hip, as his other engulfs your cheek. You gasp as Tyler's lips press against your ear. His growl echoes through you, sending chills of desire through your body. "Thought I heard somethin’ in here," he says, his hands trailing over your slick skin. "Couldn't resist touching yourself, could you? ‘Spose I couldn't either."

You sneak a glance downward and feel a surge of desire as you take in his swollen, red cock. The flushed head beads a translucent pearl, just for you. A low moan escapes your lips as you realize that he had been pleasuring himself while talking to you.

Tyler’s large hand move down your skin before he slowly pushes two thick fingers inside of you, the slickness and tightness engulfing them easily. Your body responds immediately, arching toward his touch. "Tyler, please," you gasp out.

"Shh," he whispers against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Gotta stay quiet, remember? Can't risk anyone else walking in on us."

Your hand folds over his, feeling each flex as he thrusts into you. You tug on his hair as his other hand raises to knead at your breast. You bite your lip hard, struggling to contain your noises.

Tyler’s erection presses insistently against your thigh, begging for attention. You squeeze his hand as his fingers curl into you before grasping him. His skin is slick with sweat, and he feels heavy and thick in your hand.

As he lifts his head from your neck, his brown eyes search yours. They darken with intensity as he finds whatever he was looking for and he presses a harsh, possessive kiss to your lips. He explores your mouth with his tongue, eliciting a soft whimper from you. With a low groan, he withdraws his fingers and turns you around, your hands instinctively falling to the wall for support.

Your head spins as you look down, catching a glimpse of him dropping to his knees. His throbbing cock bobs up and down as he bends over. He spits into your clenching core before spreading it with his thumb. Tyler lightly presses into you before withdrawing to press his lips against you.

Tyler's tongue delves between your folds, eagerly lapping at your slick heat. Despite his attempt to shush you, the sound of his mouth on you is unmistakably loud. The wet slurping of his tongue against your skin sends shivers through your body, and you gasp and push back against him, craving more of his touch. His big hands grip your thighs, holding you steady and open for him.

"Fuck, you taste lovely," he growls against you, sending vibrations throughout your body as he speaks.

You bite down on your knuckles to muffle your cries of pleasure. The shower continues to beat down on your back as Tyler devours you from behind. His tongue swirls around your clit before dipping inside you, fucking you with quick, firm strokes.

"Oh god, Tyler," you whimper, your legs trembling. You're so close.

He grunts and hums against you. His large hand slides up to squeeze and knead your ass, sucking hard on your sensitive clit.

Your orgasm crashes over you suddenly, like a wave breaking on the shore. Letting out a muffled cry of his name, your body trembles and shudders with each intense wave of pleasure.

With a final, languid lick, Tyler rises to his feet. He gives your ass a light slap and seeing the mark it leaves, he groans. “We’ll have to save that for another day.”

He spins you around and in one smooth motion, he lifts you up and presses you against the cool tile wall.

Tyler’s cock throbs against your stomach, and your breasts are crushed against his chest. As he leans in, your hand reaches up to caress his feverish cheek, bringing his face closer to yours. His breath is warm as it brushes against your face, “If anything gets to be too much, you let me know.”

His brown eyes meet yours and you nod with a smile. Kissing him, your hand trails down his chest. Feeling the familiar weight of him, you circle your thumb around his head. He gasps as you lightly stroke him.

His hands firmly grip your thighs as he pulls back. His breath catches against your lips as you guide him inside of you, feeling yourself open up to accommodate him.

Tyler's eyes lock with yours as he slowly pushes into you, stretching you. You both let out low moans as he bottoms out, filling you completely. For a moment, you both still, savoring the feeling of his thick cock pulsing inside of you.

Then, he begins to move, setting a steady rhythm. The water from the shower cascades over both of your bodies as he drives into you again and again. His hips snap against yours, driving his cock deep with each thrust. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, changing the angle slightly. A gasp escapes your lips as he hits that perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Tyler groans, his accent thicker with arousal.

You cling to his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pounds into you. Tyler's lips find your neck. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small stall, the running water doing little to hide your noises.

"That's it, love. Your takin’ me so well.” Groaning into you, he continues. “D’you think about it? About how I’d feel inside of you?”

Your breath hitches at his words. "Yes," you gasp out. "All the time."

His thrusts become harsher at your admission. One hand braces against the wall, raising your leg higher and giving him more leverage to drive into you harder.

"Tell me,” He demands, his voice rough with need. "Tell me what you’d think about when you stuffed yourself with your fingers."

"Imagined they were yours," you pant, struggling to form any coherent thoughts. "Filling me up, stretching me out. Imagined how you’d feel inside of me. How you’d make me yours as I screamed your name."

His grip on you tightens and he nudges you with his nose. Meeting his dark eyes with teary ones, he growls possessively. "You are mine. Aren’t you?”

The intensity in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You're there, right there.

"Yes. Fuck! Yes. I’m yours Tyler. O’ly yours, please, ‘m so close," you babble, clinging to him desperately.

"Cum for me, love," he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel you."

Your body responds immediately to his command. The tension that's been building inside you reaches its peak, and you come undone in his arms. Your inner walls clench tightly around his cock, and you bury your face in his neck to muffle your cries of ecstasy, your nails digging into his back.

Tyler groans deeply as he feels you pulsing around him. His thrusts lose their rhythm as he reaches his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and cums with a muffled shout against your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his release filling you as his cock pulses within you.

For a long moment, you both stay still, panting heavily as you come down from your highs. The water from the shower continues to cascade over your intertwined bodies. Tyler presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he catches his breath.

Slowly, he lowers you back to your feet, keeping a steadying hand on your waist as your legs wobble beneath you. You lean against him, watching as his cum drips out of you onto the floor before disappearing down the drain.

You feel boneless and sated. Every part of you, relaxed.

[rainandandy]

Bigger than the whole sky

Pairings: Rain Carradine X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Contains graphic depictions of violence, including public beatings and injuries that lead to death, themes of loss and grief, and the depiction of a harsh, dystopian environment with elements of oppression and cruelty. It also includes scenes of emotional distress, as characters witness the death of a loved one. Please read with caution.

Word Count:4209

Note: Kinda just went on with this one..... it hurt to write this and I based it off of the Gale beating scene in Hunger Games Catching Fire. Hope you enjoy (cry your heart out) with this

Life on Jackson's Star was steeped in bleakness, each day unfolding under the shadow of Weyland-Yutani's relentless control. The air was thick with dust and despair, the sky a perpetual overcast of smog that blurred the line between day and night. You, along with Rain and her brother Andy, had adapted to this harsh reality with a resilience born of necessity. Navigating through the oppressive regime required a careful balance of caution and subtle rebellion, as the omnipresent surveillance drones buzzed overhead like carrion birds waiting for a misstep.

The colony itself was a sprawling network of industrial complexes and cramped living quarters, all constructed with the cold functionality of corporate efficiency. The metallic clang of machinery and the hiss of steam were the constant backdrop to your lives, reminding you that the colony's primary function was to serve the company's interests, not the welfare of its inhabitants.

Despite the ever-present danger of being singled out by the guards for any perceived infraction, you three maintained a semblance of hope. In whispered conversations as you worked the barren fields or scavenged for parts among the debris, you shared dreams of a life beyond the company's grasp. These dreams were defiant sparks in the oppressive gloom of Jackson's Star, small but bright enough to keep the darkness at bay.

That day, as you toiled in the fields of Jackson's Star, the atmosphere was unusually tense, the air heavy with more than just the usual burdens. The rich, damp scent of freshly turned earth mingled oddly with the sharp, acrid tang of industrial exertion—a stark reminder of the unnatural union of nature and machine that characterized your existence. Clouds hung low, a somber gray canopy that seemed to press down on the landscape, intensifying the oppressive feel of the day.

The guards patrolled with heightened vigilance, their movements sharp and deliberate. Their fingers rested uneasily on the handles of their batons, twitching occasionally with a nervous energy that mirrored the electric charge of the air. Every step they took sent small shivers of apprehension through the ranks of laborers, their boots leaving deep, menacing imprints in the muddy ground.

Rain, ever the embodiment of resilience and quiet rebellion, had momentarily paused her labor. Leaning heavily on her shovel, she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her mud-streaked hand. Her chest heaved from the exertion, breaths coming in short, labored gasps that she tried to quiet, knowing all too well the dangers of displaying fatigue.

It was this moment of vulnerability, however fleeting, that drew the attention of a particularly ruthless officer. Known among the workers for his harsh discipline and cold demeanor, his eyes locked onto Rain with predatory precision. The badge on his chest seemed to gleam more fiercely under the overcast sky, a symbol of the unchecked authority he wielded. His approach was deliberate, each step measured to instill fear, his shadow falling ominously across the rows of bent backs and bowed heads.

As he drew closer, the underlying threat in his posture was unmistakable, his baton now an extension of his arm, raised not just as a tool but as a weapon of control. His presence loomed over Rain, a dark cloud in a field already devoid of sunlight, ready to burst at the slightest provocation.

The overseer's voice sliced through the humid air, a harsh interruption to the muffled cacophony of clanking tools and muted conversations of the weary workers. "Hey! No resting!" His tone was sharp, the authority in his command unwavering as his eyes fixed on Rain. With a menacing flourish, he raised his baton, the metal gleaming ominously under the harsh artificial lights of the work fields.

Rain looked up slowly, her expression unflinching, molded into a mask of steely resolve that seemed to stiffen her spine. Her hands, calloused and stained from the day's labor, clenched into fists at her sides. She met the overseer's gaze with a defiant fire burning in her eyes, her jaw set, bracing for the confrontation she knew was coming.

From just a few feet away, you witnessed the standoff, and a fierce, protective rage surged within you. The overseer’s blatant aggression, the threat looming so palpably in the air, sparked a primal defiance in your chest. Your muscles tensed, coiled springs ready to release. Without a moment’s hesitation, your feet moved of their own accord, carrying you forward.

"Leave her alone!" Your voice, loud and clear, cut through the tension like a knife. Every eye in the vicinity snapped towards you, including Rain's, which flickered briefly with something akin to worry and gratitude. The overseer turned his glare towards you, baton still raised, his expression twisting into one of surprise and then anger at your challenge.

"This doesn’t concern you," he spat, his words dripping with venom. But standing there, facing down the threat to someone you cared deeply about, you felt a steadfast resolve take root. This was your battle too, and you wouldn't back down. "She’s just catching her breath, sir," you said, your voice a calm contrast to the growing tension, trying to diffuse the situation. "We’ll get back to work right now."

The officer halted, mere inches from you, his shadow looming over you like a dark cloud. His face twisted into a sneer of outrage at your audacity to challenge him. "Double shift for you, then," he hissed venomously, his baton now lifted to emphasize his authority. The electronic hum of the baton was a clear threat as it activated, crackling with energy. "Think you can undermine me? You'll regret it."

Your heart raced as you maintained eye contact, refusing to show the fear that skittered down your spine. As the officer turned away, his message clear, you felt Rain’s hand reached out, touching your arm lightly, her expression tormented. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words seemed to catch in her throat, stifled by the oppressive atmosphere.

Seeing her distress, you turned to her, your eyes locking. It was a silent communication, filled with years of shared hardships and understanding. You shook your head slightly, a clear signal. "You’re finished for the day. Go home, I’ll manage," you murmured quietly, pushing her gently toward Andy, who stood a few steps behind, his synthetic eyes wide with a programmed concern that mirrored human fear.

"But I can help—" Rain started to argue, her voice low and urgent.

You cut her off, your tone soft but firm, "No, Rain. It’s better if you're not involved. Please, for me, just go back with Andy. Stay safe." The plea in your voice was evident, each word laced with your concern not just for your own welfare but profoundly for hers.

Rain's eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions passing through them—fear, frustration, helplessness. Finally, with a weighty exhale, Rain gave a reluctant nod. Her fingers tightened around yours, conveying a silent vow to return. "Be careful," she murmured, her words nearly whisked away by the brisk wind. She hesitated, her gaze lingering on you with a mixture of fear and resolve, before Andy gently guided her away. Even as they retreated, her eyes kept darting back to you, etching every detail into her memory, laden with palpable concern.

Rain and Andy hurried back to the sanctuary of your shared quarters, the familiarity of the space a stark contrast to the chaos of the fields. The safety of these walls, peppered with personal touches and memories of quieter times, stood as a silent testament to the life you had built together amid the harsh realities of Jackson’s Star. As the hours ticked by, Rains worry only grew.

The fleeting sense of relief vanished as the harsh chirp of the communicator shattered the tense silence. Rain's heart skipped as Tyler's voice, laden with unmistakable dread, crackled through the speaker. "Get to the square—now! They have her." The urgency in his tone sent a chill down her spine, each word heavy with a grim portent that sent them rushing into the cold, unforgiving night of Jackson's Star.

Rain and Andy raced through the oppressively dim corridors of Jackson’s Star, their boots pounding against the cold metal floor, the sound reverberating off the narrow walls, amplifying their urgency and dread. The dim lighting flickered overhead, casting ghostly shadows that danced along the walls, mimicking their frantic pace. As they emerged into the open expanse of the square, their breaths were ragged, steam rising in the chilled air, mingling with the low murmur of the gathered crowd.

The scene that unfolded before them was one of stark terror and injustice, staged in the heart of the colony under the harsh glare of floodlights. The square, usually a place of communal gathering, had transformed into a chilling tableau of authoritarian display. At its center, raised above the muttering crowd on a grim platform, stood you—your figure stark and diminished, bound tightly with rough cords that cut into your skin. The fabric of your work clothes was stained dark with blood, stark against the pale severity of your skin, lending a macabre tone to the scene.

Rain’s heart thudded painfully against her ribs, a stark contrast to the numbing coldness spreading through her veins as she caught sight of you. The captain of the patrol was there, his voice booming unnaturally loud through the speakers, reciting a list of crimes so absurd and fabricated that they would have been laughable under any other circumstance. His words sliced through the murmurs of the crowd, each one landing like a physical blow against Rain's consciousness.

"They’re going to kill her," Rain murmured, the realization slicing through her like a cold blade. Her words were barely audible, lost beneath the cacophony of the square, yet they carried the weight of an unbearable foreboding. Andy, standing steadfast by her side, reached out a hand to steady her, his own expression one of muted horror, unable to fully simulate human emotion but clearly programmed to respond with empathy.

Rain's face was ashen, the color drained as if she herself had been bled of life. Her eyes, wide and filled with a palpable terror, were fixed unblinkingly on you, witnessing the grim spectacle of the guards preparing their instruments of torture. The sight of the metallic electronic batons, glinting ominously under the artificial lights, sent a shiver of dread down her spine.

In that moment, the square felt colder than ever, the usual hum of colony life drowned out by the grave proceedings of this cruel justice. The crowd around them seemed to fade into a blur, their faces either grim or impassively curious, none daring to intervene. Rain felt a surge of helpless rage mixed with her fear, a tumultuous storm that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

The scene at the square was charged with tension and dread. The crowd that had gathered murmured and shifted on their feet, their discomfort palpable in the heavy air as the officers prepared for the beating. You stood defiantly, your back straight, jaw clenched, bracing yourself against the rough wood of the beam to which you were tied. The first blow came down hard, the sound of the baton striking you echoed through the square, a harsh clack that seemed to resonate in the chests of all who heard it.

You didn't give them the satisfaction of hearing you scream. Your teeth were gritted, each breath through them a hiss of pain and defiance. The guards, emboldened by your silence, continued with increased ferocity, each strike aimed to break your resolve.

At the edge of the crowd, Rain's face was a mask of agony. "Stop it! Just stop, please!" Her voice broke through the murmurs, shrill with fear and desperation. Her hands were balled into tight fists at her sides, her fingernails digging into her palms, drawing blood that dripped unnoticed to the ground. She made a move to break through the crowd, to run to you, but Tyler and Bjorn caught her by the arms, pulling her back.

"Rain, no! You can't—you’ll only get yourself killed!" Tyler hissed, trying to anchor her back with his strength.

Bjorn added in a low, urgent tone, "Look at me, Rain! We can't help her by getting ourselves killed. We have to think this through."

Rain struggled against their grip, her eyes never leaving you, witnessing each brutal blow. "They're killing her!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with terror. "We can’t just stand here and watch this happen!"

As the beating continued, each impact sending shockwaves of pain through your frame, the reality of your situation sank in deeply for everyone present. This wasn’t merely a punishment; it was a spectacle designed to quell any thoughts of defiance among the workers. Your suffering was meant to remind them of their place under the oppressive heel of Weyland-Yutani.

Bjorn's grip on Rain’s arm was iron-tight, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear, cutting through the chaos with desperate urgency. "It’s a setup," he growled, his words laced with a bitter edge of realism. "They’re pinning all types of lies on her.”

Rain's face crumpled, tears carving clean paths down her dirt-streaked cheeks. She tried to move forward, to reach you, to scream out against the monstrous injustice, but her friends held her back, knowing any further action would only lead to more tragedy. "Please," she choked out, her voice strained to breaking. "They can't do this. Not to her."

The crowd around you swelled, a collective beast of spectators who watched as the guards, satisfied with their grim work, finally stepped back. Your body, so full of fight and spirit, now hung limp and defeated. The sight was a brutal blow to Rain, her knees buckling under the weight of despair. "No, no, no," she sobbed, her hands reaching out futilely as if she could somehow bridge the distance and bring you back to her.

As the guards finally ceased their brutal assault, wiping the dark smears from their metallic batons with nonchalance, one of them looked over to Tyler and the rest of your friends with a nod that bore the weight of finality. “They’re done,” Tyler muttered, his voice ringing hollow in the charged atmosphere, betraying the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. "We need to get her out of here." Kay, with her medical kit clutched tightly in her hands, was already bulldozing her way through the stunned onlookers. Her voice cut sharply through the tension, "Move!" she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. The guards, taken aback by her audacity, stepped aside, allowing her access to the platform.

Reaching you, Kay dropped to her knees, her hands moving quickly and efficiently as she checked for any sign of life. Her face was set in a mask of concentration, the lines around her mouth taut with concern. She pressed two fingers against your neck, searching for a pulse. After a tense moment, she looked up, her expression grim but relieved, "She’s alive. Just barely. Help me get her back."

Rain, who had been frozen by fear and grief, sprang into action at Kay's words. Her eyes, red-rimmed and haunted, met Kay's as she helped lift your limp body. "Be careful with her," Rain whispered, her voice trembling as she and Kay maneuvered you down from the platform.

As they carried you through the crowd, which parted silently to let them pass, Rain’s mind raced with panic and fear, each step towards their compound

Back at the small, dimly lit compound that you, Rain, and Andy called home, the air was thick with tension and the lingering scent of blood. The cramped quarters, usually filled with quiet conversation and the occasional joke, now felt suffocating under the weight of the night’s events.

As you were laid gently on the makeshift table, Rain hovered over you, her hands trembling as they brushed the hair from your bloodied face. "Please, stay with me," she whispered, her voice breaking, barely more than a desperate plea.

Navarro, who had always been calm in a crisis, took charge immediately. "Clear the table," she ordered, her voice steady. She moved quickly, removing the few items that cluttered the surface. "We need space to work."

Kay, who had been training as a medic before Weyland-Yutani’s brutal regime took hold, was already digging through her kit. "We need clean water, towels—anything we can use to stop the bleeding," she instructed, her hands shaking as she unpacked bandages and antiseptic.

Andy shuffled awkwardly by the door, his eyes flickering with distress. "I-I’ll get the w-water," he stuttered, his synthetic voice faltering as he rushed to the small sink in the corner, fumbling with the handle before managing to fill a bowl.

The first thing Kay did was assess your wounds, her expression growing more grim by the second. "This is bad," she muttered under her breath, though Rain caught the words and felt her heart clench in response.

"Just tell me what to do," Rain said, her voice thick with fear but laced with determination. "Tell me how I can help."

"Keep pressure here," Kay instructed, guiding Rain’s hands to a deep gash on your side. The wound bled sluggishly, staining Rain’s fingers a dark crimson. "Navarro, I need more gauze, and a needle and thread. We have to stop the bleeding before anything else."

As Rain pressed down, she leaned close to you, her breath warm against your ear. "You’re going to be okay," she whispered, though her voice trembled. "I’m right here, baby. We’re going to get you through this."

You stirred slightly, your eyes fluttering open just enough to focus on her. "Rain..." your voice was weak, barely more than a rasp. "I’m... sorry."

"Don’t," Rain choked out, tears welling in her eyes. "Don’t apologize. Just hold on, okay? Just hold on."

The room was silent save for the occasional clink of metal instruments and the sound of your labored breathing. The bowls of water that Andy brought over quickly turned pink, then a deep red as Kay and Navarro worked to clean your wounds. The table beneath you was soon stained with blood, the scent of iron heavy in the air.

Kay’s hands moved quickly, stitching up the worst of the gashes, her face set in concentration. "We need to get her stable," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. "She’s lost too much blood."

Andy hovered nearby, clutching a clean towel he had found, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and helplessness. "W-will she be okay?" he asked, his voice small and hesitant.

"We’re doing everything we can," Navarro replied, her tone a blend of reassurance and reality. She exchanged a look with Kay, who only shook her head slightly.

Rain noticed the exchange, her heart sinking further. "She has to be okay," Rain whispered, her voice cracking. "She has to."

Hours passed, and the night deepened, the oppressive silence of the compound only broken by the sound of your shallow breaths and Rain’s quiet murmurs. She held your hand tightly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a rhythm meant to comfort both you and herself.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of the words she was afraid she’d never get to say again. "Please don’t leave me. Not like this."

You managed a weak smile, though it took all the strength you had left. "Love you... too," you whispered back, your voice barely audible. "Always."

Rain leaned down, pressing her lips to your forehead, her tears mingling with the blood and sweat that covered your skin. "Always," she echoed, her heart breaking with every passing second.

As dawn approached, your breath became more labored, the fight slipping from your body. Rain felt the shift, her entire world narrowing down to the weakening pulse beneath her fingertips. "No, no, no," she whispered frantically, her grip tightening as if she could somehow keep you anchored to life. "Please, don’t go."

You looked up at her, your eyes filled with a mixture of pain and peace. "It’s okay," you whispered, though it cost you everything to say it. "I’ll... always... be with you."

Rain’s sobs filled the room as your eyes slowly closed, your hand slipping from hers as your body went still. The silence that followed was deafening, a hollow void where your heartbeat had once been.

"She’s gone," Kay said quietly, her voice steady but carrying the unmistakable edge of sorrow. Her words cut through the room like a blade, the finality of it crashing down on Rain like a tidal wave. The compound, already dim and cold, seemed to grow even darker.

Rain didn’t respond immediately. Her body began to tremble, first just a slight shiver in her shoulders, then growing into a full, uncontrollable shaking as the reality of your loss settled in. She leaned over your still form, her tears falling in relentless streams, splashing against your skin. "No... please, no," she sobbed, her voice breaking, clutching at you as if holding you tighter could somehow pull you back from the abyss.

Andy, who had been standing nearby, approached hesitantly. His synthetic form seemed to sag under the weight of the moment, his usually bright eyes dimmed with a sorrow that was unnatural for a machine. "R-Rain," he stuttered, his voice halting and filled with a strange echo of human grief. "She... she loved you so much."

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with despair. Tyler stood off to the side, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He stared at the floor, unable to look at you, unable to reconcile the brutal end you had met with the strong, vibrant person he had known. His chest heaved with the effort to keep his own emotions in check, but the tear that slid down his cheek betrayed his inner turmoil.

Bjorn, always the stoic, had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his expression unreadable. But his eyes were fixed on Rain and your body, the usual hardness in his gaze softened by a quiet, painful understanding. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to breathe. For all his gruff exterior, the sight of Rain breaking down over your body pierced through his defenses.

Navarro, who had been helping Kay moments earlier, stepped back, her hands shaking. The blood that had stained her fingers felt like it was burning into her skin, a reminder of how close they had all come to saving you—and how far they had failed. She pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob that threatened to break free, her eyes brimming with tears.

As Rain's sobs grew louder, more desperate, the room's silence was broken only by the sound of her heartbreak. "Please, don’t leave me," she whispered through her tears, her voice small, broken. She pressed her forehead against yours, her fingers tangled in your hair as she pleaded with you, as if willing you to open your eyes, to take just one more breath.

Andy knelt beside her, his mechanical hand resting gently on her shoulder, though his touch was cold. "I’m s-sorry," he managed to say, his voice almost robotic but laden with the echoes of human grief. "She was b-brave."

Tyler finally moved, crossing the short distance between him and Rain. He placed a hand on her back, his own tears now falling freely. "She saved you, Rain," he said softly, his voice strained with the effort to keep it steady. "She saved us all."

Rain didn’t respond, her world having collapsed to just you and the unbearable loss that consumed her. She clung to you, pressing her face into your neck, her sobs muffled against your skin. "I can’t... I can’t do this without you," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please, wake up. Please."

But the silence that followed was deafening, the finality of your death sinking into the hearts of everyone present. Kay moved around the table, gently covering your body with a blanket, her movements slow and reverent, as if any sudden action might shatter the fragile hold they all had on their emotions.

As the hours passed, the reality of the situation set in. Rain never left your side, her fingers still entwined with yours, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Andy remained close, his presence a silent vigil, his circuits whirring quietly in the background.

Bjorn and Tyler took turns keeping watch at the door, their usual banter replaced by a heavy silence. Navarro sat in a corner, her knees drawn to her chest, staring at the floor as she tried to process the loss.

Rain’s heart ached with a pain so deep it felt like it would consume her whole. But through her grief, she knew one thing with absolute certainty: you had saved her, sacrificed everything for her, and that knowledge, though it brought her no comfort, would be the anchor that kept her from completely drowning in her sorrow.

She leaned over, pressing one last kiss to your forehead, her tears mixing with the blood still staining your skin. "I’ll never forget you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’ll never stop loving you."

[ao3feed-johnharrison]

Vengeance Comes In Black

by LeyenarTheAvenger

In order to make sure everything is alright, Khan Noonien Singh makes a deal with the devil and everything just begins spiraling downward from there. Following a run-in with a mysterious planetoid which triggers a series of unfortunate events and a situation that was poorly planned, the USS Vengeance becomes self-aware and gains a human avatar.

Determined to rescue his one true captain from the destiny that was cruelly chosen for him, the warship decides to defy Starfleet—but when an unexpected wild card appears, what's to stop even the most carefully-laden of plans from falling apart?

Stay tuned, y'all Trekkies, 'cause you're about to witness the greatest love story in the history of the universe—one to easily rival that of Lord Kahless and Lady Lukara!

Words: 2491, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Raise A Little Hell

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Khan Noonien Singh | John Harrison, USS Vengeance, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Q (Star Trek), Original Characters, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Carol Marcus, Irina Galliulin, USS Enterprise, Michael Burnham, Lynne Lucero, Sylvia Tilly, Ash Tyler | Voq, Christopher Pike, Alexander Marcus, Gary Mitchell, Hendorff | Cupcake, Keenser (Star Trek), Gaila (Star Trek: Alternate Original Series), Christine Chapel, and the cast of thousands

Relationships: Khan Noonien Singh/USS Vengeance, James T. Kirk/Spock, Carol Marcus/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott/Nyota Uhura, Pavel Chekov/Hikaru Sulu, Ben Sulu/Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov/Irina Galliulin, Gaila/Keenser (Star Trek: Alternate Original Series), Michael Burnham/Ash Tyler | Voq, Alexander Marcus/Khan Noonien Singh, Lynne Lucero/Sylvia Tilly, Christine Chapel/Gary Mitchell, Hendorff | Cupcake/Nyota Uhura, Alexander Marcus & Gary Mitchell, James T. Kirk & Christopher Pike

Additional Tags: Christine Chapel Bashing, a lot of it, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, BAMF USS Vengeance, Protective USS Vengeance, Possessive USS Vengeance, USS Vengeance-centric, places every single Vengeance tag here, Because i love him so much, Dadmiral Christopher Pike, Christopher Pike Lives, Why Did I Write This?, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Please Don't Kill Me, The Author Regrets Nothing, Weirdmageddon, Yes it Is, Like, this might just be the weirdest thing i've ever wrote, Humor, Justice, True Love, Forbidden Love, yep that's Vengeance/Khan for me, curse you yeaka, and BotanyCameos, Nyota Uhura Bashing, but not so much, Black Lives Matter, Female Characters, Klingon, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Canon Rewrite, Star Trek: Into Darkness, Blackmail, Sentient USS Vengeance (Star Trek), the vengeance finally gets his vengeance, 'cause nobody messes with his precious khan and gets away with it, not on his watch, Fix-It, Anthropomorphic, Betazoid, Twu Wuv

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/26404825 via AO3 works tagged 'John Harrison' https://archiveofourown.org/works/26404825

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[stardancerluv]

A Space Journey

Part Six

Summary: Tyler has a close encounter. Reader has a rough go of things. Kay, Bjorn have more of a presence in Reader’s life.

Warning/Notes: ⛔️⚠️Very rough⛔️ Angst, irresponsible drinking (please be safe!), Rough language, bodily harm, threatened with a sharp instrument, hair pulling, & taunting. Monster horror, gun being shot.

Tried to show the mixing of DNA not going well. Kahwa tea to add more the world, making things different.

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback always welcome! Enjoy! Thank you! 💐💐

Four long months, he was gone and you were still a mess. Kay had wanted you to stay with them, practically insisted but after a month and you felt out of place.

You were convinced that they stayed away from possible salvages since you were there. Keeping an eye on you for Tyler’s sake. Guilt from the fight ate at you. So one night, while they all slept you left a note and went to the bunks.

Keeping your head down you kept busy. A month away from the others; when Bjorn; sent a message to you while you were in the underbelly of the planet. Once topside you received it. Though, by then Navarro had long since navigated them to the stars.

From what he had said, it sounded like they would be gone for at least a month on a new salvage and they’d message you once they returned.

That was the first time since he left you had cried, you cried in the shower cubicle so not to disturb who had taken the bunk above you.

You felt so utterly alone. To be safe, you only traveled between the bunks and the mess-hall and the mine. You didn’t do anything else. Barely a word passed your lips.

It was when you finally relaxed doing that repeatedly that something happened.

******

There was something, someone strapped to an operating gurney. It did not move. Hanging, no more like it positioned itself above whatever was fastened down. Wet sounds reached his ears. Was it eating? The sight made him ill. But he knew he could not look away.

“What the fuck is that?” He muttered before he could stop himself.

The creature turned on its ebony skeletal legs. It’s head turned, the black orbs appeared to look at them. Tyler swallowed.

“The single life form on board.” Xano said in a hushed voice.

With great ease it leapt down from the gurney.

Tyler couldn’t believe what was before him. His heart began to thud hard in his chest, his breath catching in his throat.

Standing from the crouching position it landed in, appeared far taller than any human but despite its torso. The head and arms were very human. As it tilted Its head it appeared to be curious about them. The black orbs were cold, lifeless.

“Tyler.” Was all Xano whispered.

He swallowed, fear crawled down his back. “Are you fucking sure?”

“I’m not reading anything else.”

Tyler slid him a glance. He could actually feel relief not look at that creature.

“Stay back. I am going to try and engage.” Xano stepped forward.

“Be careful.”

An expression of ease washed over Xano’s face. Tyler had seen traces of it when he instructed him on how to fight one on one. If he wasn’t an artificial person, Tyler would have thought traces of smugness over the easy it was to operate the famous pulse rifle; something at that time he had only ever handled in a video game or read about in a magazine.

“We’re here to help.” Xano held his hands up.

A sharp hiss, which morphed into a screech came from the creature.

Far easier then he thought himself capable of, he released the hand gun from the holster and shot the creature stopping it before it reached Xano. It fell back and remained still from where it landed.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I have never seen anything like that.”

Xano, crept over and looked down at the creature. He turned look back at him.

“Good job.”

He was breathing hard, he coughed bracing himself on his knees. “Thank you.”

Straightening, he holstered the gun and walked came over to Xano.

*******

Your sleep had been far too light, every time the person above you moved you awoke. Everything about you felt tired. Even taking a tablet could barely clear the fog that hung over you. When dressing, you had dropped your gloves and Tyler’s hat at one point.

Leaning against one the rocky walls did little to help you catch a second wind. Pushing your sleeve back, you saw that you still had two hours of time in the mind. As much as hunger was knotting your stomach, you would go straight to the bunks and with hope finally sleep.

******

Someone bumped you from behind in the elevator. But you couldn’t tell if it was them who did it or did wavered in your exhausted state and bumped them.

“Sorry. Excuse me.”

They made an incoherent sound. You didn’t pay them any mind.

You shifted Tyler’s hat a little. For a moment, in the dreariness of the elevator the warmth of remembering how he snatched for it before pulling you close. He always looked good but there was something about him in the cap. So having it with you made you feel a little better.

******

You made a face seeing, feeling the horizontal rain as you left the elevator. You pulled your collar up and gasped as the Tyler’s dog-tag jangled. Your heart stilled and immediately tucked it away. None of these men, women took kindly to the company. They were fully aware that they were disposable assets.

A chuckle came from behind you. A cold more frigid then the falling rain went down your back.

“We knew something was up with you.” A voice practically growled near your ear.

You didn’t have time to react to it when you felt yourself being lifted and somehow carried away. You began to struggle.

“Stop struggling. We’ll slit your throat. We don’t care.”

You screamed.

Pain exploded in your face as you felt a fist contact with your jaw. Your head drooped after the impact. You barely felt being tossed, falling into a heap on the wet ground. Then a few hands got you back into a standing position of sorts. You didn’t dare look up at your assailants.

“What’s this?” A finger prodded then crooked around the chain you winced as they tugged and it gave.

Inwardly, you screamed.

The lit glass dangled into your field of vision. You only looked at it the little plate.

Tyler Harrison

DOB 01/28/2121

Distantly, you let your mind escape. You could perfectly see some of his ebony strands falling just above his paint stroke like eyebrows at least that is how you saw them when you saw paintings in the historical brooks. Strong chin, dark piercing eyes that filled with you with warmth or excitement depending if he was being playful or his cheeky self.

“Listen to me bitch.” You were face was pulled back by your hair. Made you realize his hat had fallen somewhere.

“Is he your connection? Do you get on your knees for to get more credits? Is that how you discovered the new vein in the mine.”

“Fuck you.” You finally managed. You wouldn’t let them know how scared you were.

“Fuck me? Nah baby, we’re going to fuck you that you’ll soon forget all about your company pretty boy. You’ll be begging for more.”

A chuckled came from another. You barely gazed at the shadowed outline of who it belong too.

“You’ll come to us on your knees for more credits.”

“Get the fuck away from her.” A voice shouted, the hand holding your hair let go.

*******

“She’s rousing.”

Your head was pounding, yet a soft voice broke through the haze of pain. Blinking, you tried to sit up but pain increased pulling a you groan from you. You laid back down.

“Kay?” You managed, finally opening your eyes.

She gave you a soft smile. “You’re safe now.”

You trembled. “I, I.. where are we?“

Kay laughed lightly. “Back at the Corbelan, of course.”

She turned and poured something into a cup.

“We touched down late last night. Bjorn, decided he had better look for you.” She glanced at you, smiling through the curtain of her curls.

“Knowing, Tyler would have his ass if he didn’t keep an eye on you.”

Taking the cup you took a sip and gasped. Your eyes grew huge. “Kahwa Tea?”

Kay nodded. “In our salvage, the ship had an entire stash. We had to give up half but that still leaves us with the other half.”

“It has been so many cycles since I had some.” Your voice strained.

She nodded. “It was a nice discovery.”

“Is she awake?” Bjorn, called as he came practically stampeding into the room.

“I am.” You called back.

He placed his hands on Kay’s shoulders and gave you a lop sided smile, as he leaned against her. “Hey there.” She smiled up at him.

You glanced away, blinking away the tears that welled up before looking back at him. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” His smile curled into a smirk. “Always fun kicking some bastard’s ass.”

******

Tyler paced back and forth before he had to enter his stasis chamber, chewing on his thumb. His stomach was in knots. He did not look forward to the nightmares that may plague him.

Xano and him had gotten a good look at what was left of the person that creature had been eating on. That alone, he knew would haunt him. It was a male around his age, healthy till he had became the food for whatever that had been.

Tyler skimmed some the files that Xano gathered. The ship’s log mentioned that after reaching the destination, a parasite had bit one of the overseers. And it was that overseer which morphed into whatever that creature they encountered.

The crew had locked him up in one of the holding cells after some turmoil. Two of the science officers continued to prod and test on him and then everything took a turn.

Xano remarked that these files would help the company greatly. Any new parasite discovery would help keep others safe.

Tyler was not sure. None of this sat well with him. It didn’t look like all the safety protocols had been carried out to begin with.

Though, he was very well aware that he had better keep his mouth shut. He thought of all he could do with the Corbelan. What he could give you.

They would bring it all back with them. The company almost lost an immense amount of credits. Since they could bring it back, the loss would be minimal.

Following Xano’s lead, together they wrapped up and sealed the creature to preserve it for journey back to Jackson Star.

******

You were reluctantly pulling on your coat in the kitchenette, when Kay bounced in.

“What are you doing? Take that off.”

“Just because yesterday was a hellish day doesn’t mean I can skip out on the day.” You managed to grumble out.

Kay, took and tucked your coat on her arm. “We filed a report about your attack while you were sleeping.”

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip.

“They said you had today off but tomorrow you have to go back to work.”

You slumped against the counter. “Well, that’s a relief.”

“Later, today they said you will be getting your new assignment.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “Do I have to do any sort of follow up or anything?“ You tucked some hair behind one of your ears.

A cynical laugh came from Bjorn, walked in, and opening a cabinet grabbed a bag of food. You watched as he retrieved one of the thin metal baggies and bringing it to his lips he tore it open with his teeth.

“One of these days, you are going to rip your lip doing that.” Kay remarked bringing the strap of her overalls back onto her shoulder.

“Hasn’t happened yet.” He chuckled. “Anyhow, those assholes happened to drag you into a monitored alley.” He took a good mouthful of food and chewed loudly.

You rose an eyebrow, confused.

“Apparently, a lot of shit goes down in that particular alley.” Kay said brightly. “So they had footage of the entire thing.”

“We got this back for you, and Tyler.” Bjorn reached under his sweatshirt and retrieved Tyler’s cap. Which was a little more scuffed.

“Oh! Wow.”

You smiled, laughing a little as he haphazardly placed it on your head.

“Looks better on you.” He winked at you as he finished the last of the food in the packet.

You rolled your eyes, taking the hat off and holding it.

Kay put your coat on the counter, jangling some cups and dirty dishes. Must have been Narvaro’s time to steam them.

Closing the distance, she put her hands on your shoulders. “Now, turn around and go back to Tyler’s room, sleep. You will need it.”

“If you insist.”

Kay nodded. “I do.”

So you padded back to his room. Crawling into bed you pulled off your heavy socks, tossing them absently before finally placing his hat on the table by his bed. It wasn’t long sleep claim you once again.

@luvscarlyle hope its not too angsty.