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BUCKY BARNES
Hole In The Earth
My Desire
Party 4 U
Girls Like You (Continuation of My Desire)
Forwards Beckon Rebound
Cradle
All The Small Things
BOB/ROBERT REYNOLDS (😇)/SENTRY(☀️)/THE VOID (🫥)
Carry The Zero (😇)
When The Sun Hits (😇)
Cherry Waves (😇)
Plainclothes Man (😇)
All The Rage Back Home (😇)
Sailor Song (😇)
I Wanna Get Lost With You (😇)
I Want You (Fever) (Part 2 of Plainclothes man) (😇)
Signs (😇)
It’s You I’m Thinking Of (😇)
Send The Pain Below (😇)
Spanish Sahara (😇)
Fable (Part 2 of Sailor Song) (😇)
The Greatest Light Is The Greatest Shade (😇)
Test Drive (🫥)
Velour and Velcro (😇)
Detonate (😇)
Sports Car (😇)
Affection (😇)
Entombed (Sequel to Test Drive) (😇/🫥)
Journal of Ardency (Sequel to Sports Car) (☀️)
Late For The Sky (😇)
At The Beach, In Every Life (Final Part of Sailor Song) (😇)
If I Believe You (🫥)
The Air That I Breathe (😇)
Lovers (😇/☀️)
Never Let Me Go (😇)
Only He Can Heal Me (😇)
Crying Lightning (😇/☀️)
Big Shot (😇)
Got You (Where I Want You) (😇)
Body Paint (😇)
I’ll Believe In Anything (😇/☀️)
I Do Love You (😇)
I’m On Fire (😇)
Instant Crush (😇/☀️)
Embrace (😇)
Nothing Matters (😇)
She’s Thunderstorms (😇)
Some Kind Of Love (😇)
Business (😇)
For Sure (Sequel to Some Kind Of Love) (😇/☀️/🫥)
Good Grief (😇/☀️)
The Dark Side (🫥)
Dawn: Making An Effort (😇)
Makes Me Want You (☀️)
Tonight, Tonight (😇/☀️)
Something Human (😇)
I Feel You (☀️)
Only Human (🫥)
Adore Me (😇)
Feel It All Around (😇)
Soak Up The Sun (😇)
A House In Nebraska (😇)
The Moon Song (😇)
Under Cover Of Darkness (🫥)
Spoiled (😇)
Night Sky (😇)
Kiss It Off Me (☀️)
Strangers (😇/☀️)
Self Control (😇)
Telescope (😇)
Stop The World Cause I Wanna Get Off With You (☀️)
Plainsong (😇)
You Caught The Light (☀️)
Little Golden Age (😇)
Smoke Signals (😇)
Oxygen (🫥)
Paper Crown (Featuring Bucky!) (😇)
Fire For You (😇/☀️)
Shake Me Down (☀️)
Ordinary Dream (😇/🫥)
Sundowner (☀️)
Claws (😇)
Sometimes (☀️)
RHETT ABBOTT
Purple Lace Bra
Moonlight Desires
Driver
No Angels
Tongue
My Favourite Game
Banquet
In The Heat Of The Moment
Boys On The Radio
BOB FLOYD
Supersonic
Glide
Fantasy
CALVIN EVANS
This Charming Man
MISC. (OTHER CHARACTERS THAT IM NOT WRITING ON A DAILY BASIS!)
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.
bjorn gets possessive when someone else flirts with you!!
masterlist
Bjorn x fem! reader
a/n: heyyy!! thank you to the gang for making me this gorby. Special thank you to @caileeflavoured for the extra help <3, not proofread so might have mistakes (let's hope not), sorry for taking so long with this ask <3), let's hope I'll write the series soon...
warnings: established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), choking if you squint your eyes, dry humping, namecalling, swearing
Bjorn didn't mind that you got attention, in reality, he rather enjoyed it.
Watching idiots stare at you at the bar only for their hungry eyes to fall on his arm wrapped around your shoulder or your waist and look away in disappointment.
The instant understanding that they had no chance to get between you two was something the boy was an immediate ego boost.
But there were times when those cheeky fucks stopped being simply pathetic but turned out to be cocky instead.
When one of the nights you go out and Bjorn has his hand under the table, squeezing your thigh, laughing at a joke you just said, and suddenly one of them appears out of nowhere, asking for your name and if he can buy you a drink and all that other wacky shit.
Normally, Bjorn would've jumped the guy, but you had pleaded with him to let you handle guys like that.
So that's why decided to watch you politely tell him that you're not interested while leaning a bit closer to Bjorn. Yet that fuck refused to take the hint.
“Didn't you hear whattha lady said, you fuckin’ wanker?” Bjorn's rough voice captured the attention of the man, who turned to scowl at him.
“I think I'd understand if she wanted me to go,” The man said, glancing back at you with what you could describe as a sleazy smile.
“Are you sure? You don’ look like the brightest.” Bjorn countered but before the man could respond you cut him off firmly “I'm sorry, I'm not interested.”
The man looked between you and Bjorn before letting out a scoff and mumbling something about “not wanting you anyway.” while walking away.
Bjorn tore his gaze from the man to glance at you, a look of irritation crossing his usually playful features.
Encounters like this always left him fuming.
Coming up with some stupid excuse about him being tired, which wasn't entirely an excuse, he dragged you out of the bar after barely remembering to bid your friends goodbye.
He had one thought on his mind— to show you why you kept rejecting all of those guys.
So that's why he pressed you against a wall of his trailer as soon as you walked in, planting rough kisses on your soft lips.
“Bjorn—” you attempted to utter a sentence between his relentless attack on your lips and neck.
“I'm sorry, I'm not interested” He mocked your words from before, moving lower to your collarbone.
“I didn't mean it like that” Your words came out in ragged gasps.
“He shoulda be fuckin’ sorry he ain't the one about to fuck your brains out” He spat out, clutching at the neckline of your shirt and roughly pulling it down, showing more of your flushed skin.
He could easily just take your shirt off but the idea of pulling his lips away from you was utterly unacceptable in his lust-fogged mind.
You tried to gently push him away to take it off, worried that he's going to ruin your only clean work shirt but he quickly wrapped his fingers around your throat, pushing you against the wall even more.
“Every motherfucker thinks they can get a piece of you, stupid fucks.” He cursed against your neck, his teeth grazing your soft skin as he sucked and kissed you. “They don't even know how fucking loose you are.”
His harsh words pushed an even louder whine past your lips, his fingers pressed against your throat turned your usually silky voice, hoarse.
His other hand roamed your back before hooking his arm under your ass and lifting you up, his lips refusing to leave yours as he carried you to his bedroom.
He hastily kicked his door open and unceremoniously dropped you on his messy bed.
You quickly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer to you. You heard Bjorn let out a mocking chuckle before saying “Look at you, getting all hot and bothered ‘cause I called ya a slut. You like being called a slut, huh?”
“Shut up.” You warned, burying your fingers in his messy locks.
But he quickly grabbed your hands and pressed them against the hard mattress, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, determined for you to be the one begging for more, and your fingers pulling at his hair was very…distracting.
Your skin felt like it was burning, and the fabric of your shirt and pants started clinging to your sweaty skin making you whine loudly.
As if to torture you more, knowing Bjorn that was probably the case, he positioned his knee between your spread legs, pressing lightly, annoyingly light yet enough to make you gasp at the impact.
Your neglected clit rubbed against the now damp fabric of your underwear, begging for attention making you go crazy at how easy it would be for him to just reach out and rub it until you were a moaning mess.
But he didn’t, he just smirked against your mouth as he bit your bottom lip lightly.
“Bjorn, Please” You pleaded and tried to wiggle your hands free.
“‘Please’ what? Want me to take these off?” He asked with a sly smirk.
“Yes.” You replied quickly, already out of breath.
“But ya look so cute like this. And I haven't even don’ anythin’, shit.” He snickered lowly.
You were sure you looked utterly disheveled right now. Your cheeks burning with arousal, your eyes stinging with tears, and nipples poking through your shirt uncomfortably, crying out for his tongue or fingers.
You looked so fucked out already and Bjorn debated if he should continue this or fuck you right
All his thoughts disappeared when he felt you press yourself against his knee, dragging your clothed core against him with a choked moan. You threw your head back in relief as you continued your clumsy movements, mouth wide open.
“Holy shit…” Bjorn mumbled under his breath as he released your hands and leaned back, unable to tear his eyes from your blissed-out face.
“Ah, fuck! Bjorn!” You cried out and quickened your movements sloppily like you haven’t been fuck in months when the truth is you and Bjorn had been all up in each other’s business this morning before work.
You'd feel embarrassed if you saw just how dark the stain on your pants was getting but right now all you could focus on was the blinding pleasure that spread through you the faster you moved your hips against the rough fabric of his pants.
His name fell out of your lips so deliciously that Bjorn was speechless— maybe for the first time in his life as he looked at you move against him so desperately, so utterly gone. For him. You looked like a fucking wet dream.
Soon enough he snapped off his trance and leaned closer, hand coming to rest on your neck while his thumb grazed your lower lip, dragging it down slowly. “Look at ya. Bet that fuck wouldn't even try if he saw you drool like a bitch in heat fo’ me.” He whispered lowly, a hint of amusement coating his voice.
You whimpered at his words, taking his thumb in your mouth and swirling your tongue around his digit as soon as it slid past your red lips.
The whine you let out when he took his thumb out of your mouth, was enough to make his dick twitch against his boxers. You were quickly silenced when he moved his hands under your pants.
He immediately started circling your puffy clit sending a jolt of pleasure flowing through you, cries of his name left you leaving your lips.
“That's it, love. Be a good slut and cum on my knee” He praised.
Your trembling hands grasped his shoulders as your hips moved up and down feverishly until you came all over your panties with a loud yelp, hips stuttering uncontrollably against him.
Shivers ran down your spine as you tried to even your breathing, barely noticing how the boy slid your soaked pants down your shaking legs and threw them somewhere in his messy room.
You came crashing back to reality when his fingers grazed your aching core over the drenched fabric of your underwear. You twitched at the sudden jolt of pleasure and grabbed his hand with your own, feeling too sensitive.
He raised a brow “You think I brought you here to watch you hump my leg like a dog?”You meet his hungry gaze before looking down at the wet patch that you left on his pants.
You tore your gaze away, your cheeks burning with shame as he continued “Such a fuckin’ liar, acting like ya don't wan’ me to fuck ya stupid. We both know you're gonna beg for it in a few seconds, so why don't ya just take it like a good girl?”
You swore you could come again from his words alone and he could see it. He could see the raw need that fogged your eyes and it drove him crazy.
“Ya wanna be my good girl, mhm?” He asked with a crooked smile, leaning closer to your face, letting his hand travel under your shirt to squeeze your breast.
His hand slid lower to his abdomen, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants while waiting for your mushy brain to come up with an answer.
You nodded, tongue running over your bottom lip in anticipation.
Bjorn slapped your tit at the lack of a response earning a surprised yelp “I asked ya a question, doll.”
“Yes.” You gasped, rushing to give him an answer “Want to be your good girl.”
You gasped, squeezing his biceps when you felt his tip run through your folds, collecting your juices on his tip.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He mumbled.
with one fast push he buried himself deep inside your inviting warmth. He paused and groaned softly, mouth agape, savoring the feeling of your walls fluttering around his length.
“Bjorn!” You moaned loudly and threw your head against the pillows, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“That's it, that's it. Say my name.” He groaned against your marked neck.
So you did, his name slipping from your lips in a loud cry after each deep thrust. He snapped his hips forcefully, the sound of skin slapping filled the loud room. The overstimulation and Bjorn’s low grunts against your ear brought you closer and closer to release. His pace grew faster, movements becoming more erratic as he chased after his release, pants and moans spilling from his plush lips with every deep thrust.
“Bjorn, I can’t—!” You managed to blurt out in between moans at the aching feeling between your shaking legs.
“Shh, I’m close baby, I’m close.” He coaxed, his relentless pounding not faltering even for a second.
Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as the overwhelming pleasure sent shivers all over your flushed body. He didn’t stop, reassuring you through your second orgasm, one that made your head spin. Your walls squeezed him so hard, tipping him over the edge right along with you. He stilled inside you, filling you up to the brim with a loud moan.
He threw his head back with a dragged out “Fuuuuck.”
Bjorn dragged himself out of your gushing insides making both of you gasp. He leaned over you, hands grasping the sheets on either side of your head.
“Who’s gon’ fuck ya like this, huh? He breathed out, with a laugh.
“You’re a dumbass.” You snickered, making the boy frown. “When have I said I want anyone else?”
He threw himself to the side, pushing his bangs out of his sweaty forehead with a cheeky smile. “How can ya after I fuck ya so bloody well?”
“Yeah, that’s the only reason.” You joked and scratched his head lovingly, messing his hair even more. But the soft way your eyes gazed into each other told a very different story.
“Well, I’m also pretty good at eating your pussy so–” He was cut off by your hand slapping his chest with a laugh.
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.
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 station 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 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.
You catch your cousin being a perv in your room. Things between you escalate.
content: Not proofread, not entirely accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc characters, incest, dub-con, dirty talking, degrading, praise, cumplay, no condom (be safe), ignore the lack of logic for some of this pls
wc: ~3.7k
a/n: Read the tags. If this isn’t for you skip pls. This is purely a fantasy. Lmk if I missed any tags.
MINORS DNI NSFW 18+
Exhausted, you make your way through your empty home. You trudge past Kay and Tyler’s doors, slowly walking to your room. You pause when you hear groaning.
Silently, you turn the doorknob and cautiously peer through the narrow opening. Your heart leaps as you recognize the figure standing in the dimly lit room.
His back is facing you, but his frame is unmistakable. Bjorn.
As if sensing your presence, he turns to face you and you let out a gasp of shock.
A pair of your dirty panties are stuffed in his mouth, saliva dripping down his chin. His blue eyes are rolled back in ecstasy, lost in his own pleasure.
One hand is pushing his shirt up, revealing the smooth skin of his stomach. Your gaze travels down the trail of hair that leads to an alluring sight - his hand wrapped around his swollen cock.
He holds another pair of your panties, tightly wound around his throbbing member. Each thrust causes the fabric to slide down, revealing the flushed head peeking out and glistening in the light with his arousal. The sight sends shivers down your spine and ignites an intense desire within you.
Your panties flood at the sight of him and you freeze. You’re torn between interrupting him and letting him finish. Not to watch, but because this is wrong.
You try to convince yourself that it’s not because you want to know what it looks like when your cousin cums. What would look like for his cock to spread cum through your panties.
Ignoring the insistent throbbing in your core, you quietly shut the door behind you. Heart pounding, you rush to the front door and pause, hand hovering over the doorknob before throwing it open and slamming it shut again.
With cautious steps, you make your way to your room, trying to steady your voice. “Hello? Anybody home?”
You hear frantic shuffling behind the door of your room and you put on an innocent facade.
Opening the door, your curious expression gives way to a cheery smile. “Bjorn! Hey! What yah doin’ here? Looking for somethin’?”
He stands there, surrounded by old photographs of the two of you together. Family pictures, group pictures, and memories frozen in time. His gaze drifts over each one before finally settling on you with his usual boyish smile. "Was lookin' for you," he says.
You take a moment to observe him. If you didn’t know any better he seems normal. As if a few seconds before, he hadn’t been fucking himself to the thought of you.
The flush of his skin has receded and his clothes aren’t particularly ruffled. If you allow your eyes to linger, you can make out the outline of his cock in his sweats. But your eyes flicker away as he tries to subtly adjust himself with a hand in his pocket.
Glimpsing at his other hand, the one that stroked his cock, you notice a slight sheen.
Feeling saliva gather in your mouth, you flash him a smile and you move to hug him. He tenses slightly as you press yourself to him. Your pebbled nipples rub deliciously along his chest and you bite your lip to suppress a shiver. You’re tempted to rub your core against the bulge you know is there, but you resist the urge.
Pulling back slightly, you grab his hand and press it to your cheek. The smell of him surrounds you and you can feel a slight stickiness against your skin.
You watch as his eyes darken. “What’d yah need me for?” You tilt your head innocently at him, and he clenches his jaw.
Bjorn flashes you a sharp smile, licking his dry lips. "Jus’ wanted to catch up," he says, voice slightly hoarse. "Been a while since we'd got some time alone together."
You feel a thrill run through you at his words. Keeping your expression innocent, you reply. "Of course. I've missed you."
You lead him over to sit on the edge of your bed, hyper-aware of his presence next to you. The air feels thick with tension.
"So," you begin casually, "what have you been up to lately?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes.
Bjorn's eyes roam over you as he answers. "Oh, uhh.” He scratches at the scruff on his face. “The usual. Work. Hanging out." His gaze lingers on your lips. You can see the internal struggle playing out behind his pretty eyes - desire warring with guilt and hesitation. Harshly wiping at his nose, he looks away.
You try to distract yourself from the taboo tension between you. "Oh, uh... I’m sorry about my room," you manage to get out. "It’s kinda messy. Didn’t get a chance to clean yet."
Swallowing, your eyes roam around your room before straying to him again, “I haven’t even had time to do laundry yet.” Releasing a nervous giggle, you shrug, “It’s kinda gross but I’ve had to reuse panties.”
Bjorn coughs out a choking sound and he pounds on his chest in an attempt to clear it. Worried, you slide closer and rub a hand along his back. “Are you ok?”
He sputters out a quick reply, head nodding. “Yeah, yeah. ‘M fine.”
You can feel the heat radiating off Bjorn's body as you rub his back. His muscles are tense under your touch. You let your hand linger, tracing small circles.
"You sure you're okay?" you ask softly, leaning in closer. "You seem a little... flustered."
Bjorn turns to look at you, his blue eyes dark with barely concealed desire. "I'm fine," he says gruffly. But you can see the way his gaze keeps dropping to your lips.
You bite your lip, considering. Part of you wants to push further, to see how far you can take this dangerous game. But another part hesitates, aware of the line you're teetering on the edge of.
Feeling the adrenaline rush through you, you boldly slide your hand up to the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hair there. "If you say so," you murmur. "If there's anything you need… anything at all, I'm here for you. We're family after all."
At the word "family” he meets your eyes and neither of you move. The air feels charged, electric.
"Bjorn," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "We…"
Before you can finish your thought, he surges forward and presses you back onto the bed. Gasping in surprise, your hands grasp his shoulders. His chain sways over you as his weight settles on you. Bjorn’s hips nestle between your thighs and you can feel how hard he is.
Bjorn moves to press his lips to yours, but you turn your head, flinching away. Panting, you curl your fingers into his shoulders. “We shouldn’t…”
He scrutinizes your face for a brief moment and nods, pressing his tongue against your throat. You gasp as he grinds into your core. "We shouldn't," he repeats, even as his hands roam your body hungrily. The cold metal of his rings contrasting against the heat of his skin.
His tongue probes at the skin between your shoulder and neck. Your body responds instinctively, melting into his touch and eagerly opening for him.
Gasping in a breath, your voice is loud and interrupts the moans and noises. “I saw you!”
Bjorn freezes on top of you. You continue. “I saw you with… with my…”
Intense blue eyes meet yours and you ashamedly look away. He forces your eyes to his and he huskily speaks. “Say it... Say it.”
Swallowing an audible gulp, you speak through shaky breaths. “You were…” Glancing between his hungry eyes, you speak more clearly. “You were using my dirty panties to stroke your cock like a nasty pervert.”
Groaning, he runs his nose up your cheek. “Such dirty words for a girl who thinks herself above it… N’ what bout you? How long did you watch for?”
Gripping you harder, he rolls his hips into you. “How wet di’ you get watchin’ your cousin use your panties to get off?”
Raising a hand to your mouth, you force your moans down and shake your head. “I didn’t-”
“No? You didn’t watch?” He interrupts, taunting you. “Or no, you’re no’ wet?”
With a gentle touch, his fingers glide over the button of your pants. He leans in and sinks his teeth into your breast, the fabric of your shirt providing a barrier between his mouth and your skin. A shiver runs through you, intensified by the sensation of his sharp teeth through the thin material. “If I were to check, your pussy won’t be drooling for me?”
You gasp as Bjorn's fingers ghost over your soaked underwear. A smirk plays on his lips as he feels just how wet you are.
"Looks like someone's just as nasty as I am," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. His fingers press more firmly against you, drawing a strangled moan from your throat.
"Bjorn, we can't-" you try to protest weakly, even as your hips jolt into his touch.
"We shouldn't," he agrees, echoing your earlier words. "But we both want to, don't we?" His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine.
He chuckles darkly. His fingers push your panties aside, lightly sliding a tip of his finger through your slick folds. "Your pussy’s tellin’ a different story than your lying whore mouth."
The words sting like a slap across the face, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Your heart races as arousal mixes with shame, your body betraying you. With trembling hands, you allow him to peel away the layers of clothing, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze.
You close your eyes and try to steady your breathing, willing yourself to calm down and not give into the forbidden desires coursing through your veins. But the heat between your legs intensifies as he undresses. You bite down on your lip and look up at the ceiling, trying to hold onto some sense of control.
Ashamed tears gather in the corners of your eyes and you lick your dry lips. “I- You can’t be inside me. If we do this, there’s- Don’t put your cock in me.”
With a nod, Bjorn slowly pushes his pants down, revealing the smooth expanse of his thighs. Your gaze follows the movement, anticipation building as you watch his cock spring free. It bounces against his stomach before settling heavily on his thigh.
The sight of it up close leaves you breathless and entranced. Your throat tightens as you speak, your voice almost absentmindedly drifting out as you take in every detail of his beautiful cock. “How long had you been coming in here?”
He smirks with arrogant satisfaction seeing the dazed look on your face. “Dunno. A while I reckon. If I were to look through your panty drawer, I could probably tell you I’ve probably cum in most of em.”
Your eyes shoot to his and seeing his nonchalant sincerity, your core clenches. Rolling your neck, you speak breathlessly. “I wasn’t lying. I’d had to reuse some underwear. And- you… Knowing I was walking around with your dried cum on my panties…”
Bjorn’s eyes darken at your words and his cock jumps with arousal. He moves atop you with a raw, primal grace. Grinding his cock into you, he grips your hair and hovers his mouth over yours in a teasing threat of a kiss.
With each rock of his hips, his erection slides along the bare skin of your stomach, setting off waves of pleasure that make you pant and moan into each other's mouths.
Groaning, he adjusts his position and slides a hand between your legs. Your panties cling desperately to your moistened lips, allowing him easy access as he slides a finger against you. Bjorn spreads your arousal over every inch of your panties, accentuating every curve and dip of your puffy lips.
Moving down your body with feverish hunger, he leaves a trail of wet, sloppy kisses. Biting down on your thigh, he gazes up at you with intense blue eyes, glowing with desire.
Sniffing deeply, he gathers saliva in his mouth before dropping his gaze back to your core. With deliberate precision, he spits onto your panties, watching as his saliva slowly drips down and coats your panty-clad pussy. Using his thumb to spread it around, he revels in the sight and scent of your arousal.
Chest heaving, you bring your hands to massage and tease at your breasts. Your fingers tug and pinch at your nipples as you watch him press rough kisses to your puffy pussy lips.
His pink tongue darts out from between his lips and licks up the length of your slick slit. Pushing his face closer to you, he closes his eyes as the vibrations of his deep groans course through him. Nuzzling into your clit, he sucks eagerly on the fabric-covered bud, desperate to suck the delicious taste of you from your panties.
He is completely consumed by you. He has been living, surviving, on the mere remnants of your pussy. The feel, the smell, the taste. Now, he revels in the real thing. It feels otherworldly to have you like this, and he struggles to hold back his own climax as he continues to feast on your pussy.
Bjorn gently presses a soft kiss to your clit before withdrawing and pressing his forehead against your thigh. You can feel his hot breath on your skin as he murmurs, “Fuck. You’ve no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this.”
Taking a deep, calming breath, he rises up onto his knees and leans over you again. With one hand supporting himself, he rubs the tip of his hard cock against your wet folds. He positions himself between your legs, slowly sliding his bare length through your slickness, grinding against you with each movement. His flushed tip grazes over your sensitive clit with each thrust.
His blue eyes are glossy with desire as he presses his tongue against the corner of your lips, barely tasting you before releasing a muffled moan. "Tell me," he whispers hoarsely. “Tell me wha’ you want an’ I’ll give it to yah. Tell me you want your cousin’s cock. to fill the aching hole in you.”
Huffing a breath, you glance down at where your bodies are pressed together, watching as a bead of precum forms at the tip of his pretty pink cock. It disappears as it soaks into your panties when he grinds against you. You can see the faint mark it leaves above your throbbing clit.
Your face slickens with his saliva and desperate tears. Tongue roaming around your face, but ignoring your tingling lips. You know you’ve both crossed so many lines, but something so “innocent” as a kiss feels too far.
Apparently not a line he’s unwilling to cross, because his tongue bravely flicks your bottom lip. “Promise I’ll give you my cock if you just ask for it. All you have to do is ask. Just ask,” he pleads.
Whimpering into your neck, his back arches. “Please, it can be jus’ the tip. I don’t- promise it’ll jus’ be the tip. Tha’s all.”
You swallow a guilt-laden breath, hesitating as you gather the courage to speak. You know that if you let him in you, even just the tip. You won’t stop there. He must sense a complaint or denial on the tip of your tongue because he forcefully presses his swollen, red lips against yours.
You return the rough kiss softly with trembling lips. What’s one more line crossed?
Tentatively, you flick your tongue out to taste him. His frantic lips slow down as you shyly slide your tongue against his. Parting, you leave a trail of saliva lingering between you as you gasp for air. His blue eyes are dilated, burning with desire as he moves to devour your mouth.
Your tongues clash, his mouth tasting like lust and want. You can taste his desperation, mingled with the lingering taste of sweat and you.
Bjorn’s lips make a wet, smacking sound as they move against yours, his heavy breathing and low grunts filling the air. His lips move with force, almost bruising as he kisses you relentlessly. They grip and pull at your bottom lip, nipping and sucking until it throbs. The sound of your uneven breaths and moans are muffled against his ravenous mouth.
Bjorn consumes every noise you make, every desperate cry and pathetic moan.
Incapable of speaking passed his relentless mouth, you move your panties to the side and rub the tip of him against your aching core. His body shudders above yours, emitting primal grunts and growls as he finally breaks away from your lips. You avoid looking at him and nod. “Just the tip. Just- just the tip.”
With a nod against your cheek, he echoes your words as his hands slide down to remove your wet panties, exposing the delicate skin beneath. You hold him in your hand, anticipation and desire building in the space between you. Together, you both watch as he pushes inside of you. A shudder runs through his body as the engorged tip of him disappears between your folds.
Breathless and lost in the moment, he throws his head back and his cock twitches with need. His fingers dig into the sheets by your head as he leans over you, his body shaking with desire.
His hips begin to shallowly thrust into you and he grits out. “How do you like that? The tip of your cousin’s cock in your desperate pussy.” Your walls tense around him and his hips falter, driving into you with an extra bit of force. “Yeah? You like that? I know she’s not full. I know she wants more of me.”
You reach up and cup his face in your hands, pulling him towards you with a desperate force. Your lips find his, hungry and insistent, as if seeking to devour every word that might escape from his mouth. You need him to stop talking. If he keeps talking, you’ll ask him to fuck into you deeper.
You try to distract him, messily exploring every crevice of his mouth with your tongue, mapping out every curve and line with an urgent hunger. As he responds with an eager urgency, his body arches towards you and he presses deeper into you. A shuddering gasp escapes your lips as your body eagerly accepts him every inch he gives.
"Fuck," Bjorn groans, his forehead pressed to yours. His hips rock gently, working more of his length into you with each shallow thrust. You whimper and clutch at his shoulders, lifting your legs.
Bjorn’s voice is strained. “I can't stop. Need you so bad." His hips twitch, fighting the urge to thrust fully into you. "Tell me to stop. If you really want me to stop, say it now."
As he whines, you grasp his head and bring it closer to your neck, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, overwhelmed with emotion as you pull him closer to you with your legs, pressing every inch of him into your body. Your heels dig into the flesh of his ass, urging him further inside until he finally bottoms out and fills you completely. The sensation leaves both of you moaning in pure ecstasy at the feeling of being completely joined.
Bjorn's cock is fully sheathed inside you. Your walls clench around him involuntarily and he lets out a strangled groan against your neck.
Bjorn starts to move, slowly at first. He pulls out almost completely before sliding back in, savoring every inch. His thrusts gradually pick up speed and force as his control slips away.
"God, I've wanted to put my cock in you for so long," he pants, his voice rough with desire. "Dreamt about being inside you like this. Of cumming in you."
You rake your nails down his back, pleasure building with each thrust. The wrongness of it all only seems to heighten the pleasure, manifesting in overwhelming sensitivity. You almost don’t hear his words as he peppers kisses on your clammy skin. “I’m gonna cum in you. Fill you up… Wanna watch as I drip from your pussy.”
Your core pulses with need and he continues. “Fuck! Want you to walk around with my cum in you. We can go the quarry and you can talk to other guys with my cum dripping down the inside of your thighs. Would you-”
There’s a knock at the door and someone calls your name.
Your glossy eyes widen with fear, but he doesn’t stop. Instead he shoves a hand over your mouth. His fingers dig into your cheek as he leans over you, his chain swaying and hitting your chin with each thrust. His voice is a low whisper. “You can be quiet, can’t you? Don’t want anyone to find you getting fucked by your asshole cousin would you?”
Unwillingly, your core tightens at his words. Bjorn narrows his eyes at you with a taunting smirk. “Or would you? Do you like the thought of that? Someone walking in on us while you’re being pumped full of your cousin’s cum.”
There’s another knock and call of your name. The door rattles as they try to enter the locked room.
The squelching of his cock smacking into your sloppy pussy is loud and you hope it can’t be heard through the door. You also hope they go the fuck away because you can’t talk. Not with Bjorn’s cock bullying into your pussy so deeply.
Your eyes dart frantically between Bjorn and the door. His thrusts don't falter, if anything they grow faster, more feral and primal. His hand flattens on your navel and his thumb flicks at your clit.
The friction against your neglected and oversensitive clit makes your toes curl. Your walls stutter around him as waves of ecstasy wash over you. Black dots cloud your vision and the veins in your neck strain as your suppress your cries. The wet, fleshy sound of his cock splitting you open is deafening.
"Shh," Bjorn whispers harshly, his hand still clamped over your mouth. "Don't make a sound."
You nod desperately, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Whether from fear or pleasure, you're not sure anymore.
The knocking grows more insistent. "Are you in there? Is everything okay?"
Bjorn's hips stutter and you feel him twitching inside you. His eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust. "I'm gonna cum," he breathes. "Gonna fill you up."
You shake your head frantically, trying to protest through his hand, but his blue eyes roll and the weight of his body presses down into you. You can feel each twitch and pulse as hot ropes of cum fill you. His teeth find your neck and he bites down into your skin muffling his noises of euphoria.
Bjorn's eyes lock with yours, dark with lust and mischief. He removes his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips in a searing kiss.
"Answer," he whispers against your lips. Searching his expression, you hesitantly nod, turning to the door, as there’s another knock.
Clearing your throat, you call out. “I’m okay. Just not feeling well.” The roughness of your voice must be convincing because they don’t question you further.
“Alright, um let me know if you need anything… Have you seen Bjorn? I can’t find him anywhere and nobody knows where he is.”
His spent cock twitches in you, but you ignore him.
Yeah, you know where he is. Deep inside of your pussy. But you don’t say that.
Licking your burning lips, you yell. "No. No idea, sorry. If it’s that important, maybe try checking the mines? Maybe he took another shift."
"Okay, thanks. Hope you feel better," comes the muffled reply. You hear footsteps retreating down the hallway.
Bjorn chuckles softly against your neck. "Good girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your pulse point.
You shiver at the praise, your body still hyper-sensitive. Bjorn's softening cock is still inside you. Shame starts to creep in now that the haze of lust is fading.
He slowly pulls out of you and you feel his cum starting to leak out, warm and sticky between your thighs.
"Fuck, that's hot," Bjorn breathes out.
"We shouldn't have done that," you whisper, averting your eyes.
Bjorn lifts his head to look at you, his blue eyes searching your face. "Do you regret it?" he asks quietly.
Tyler Harrison deserved better! Watched Alien Romulus and fell hard. So here is a story about him before and to the movie…possibly beyond! Hope I do him justice.
A Space Journey
Tyler along with friends and family, he lives on the Jackson Star Mining Colony. They work salvage. While also maintaining a relationship with his special girl. One day the company reaches out to Tyler.
There will be angst, fluff & smut… 18+ themes.
❤️s, comments, reblogs, & feedback are welcome! Enjoy!
in the process of writing my first fic. i’ve been obsessed with romulus since i saw it in the theater so it’s a bjorn fic. was gonna write a 500 word blurb to start out but i keep getting ideas and it keeps getting longer. might make it a series depending on how long it gets. it’s very self indulgent, not sure if there are any other goth girlies that like bjorn but if anyone’s interested, here a little teaser:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Alien: Romulus (Movie 2024)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Kay/Rain (Alien: Romulus)
Characters: Kay (Alien: Romulus), Rain (Alien: Romulus), Andy (Alien: Romulus), Tyler (Alien: Romulus), Bjorn (Alien: Romulus), Navarro (Alien: Romulus)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Trauma, Body Horror, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Self-Hatred, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, Healing, Recovery, Childhood Friends, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, alternate universe - kay survives, in which Kay goes with Rain and Andy to Yvaga, Miscarriage, Technically Speaking, Scars, Implied/Referenced Incest, Canon-Typical Violence, Panic Attacks, Survivor Guilt, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism
Summary:
Rain, Kay, and Andy have survived their ordeal aboard the Renaissance station and are now living on Yvaga III. But does paradise truly exist on the other side of what they've witnessed, or has it always been a flimsy promise?
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Rain and Kay explore their trauma while falling in love
