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[lvndrfucks]

don’t leave me hanging omg, write the concept. miguel brain rot is on 24/7 — 🧠

You were surprised none of Miguel’s neighbors had complained yet. There were teenagers scattered all around the inside of Johnny’s apartment and the outside, loud music blasting and a fair share of drinks being passed around. At least everyone was getting along after the long overdue karate feud.

You were nursing a red solo cup while standing in the corner of the room, taking small sips. The taste of alcohol didn’t really appeal to you. Your friends engaged in chatter that you chimed in once in awhile, but you were a bit distracted.

“Are you going to talk to him or keep eye-fucking?”

“What?” Your eyes moved away from Miguel’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You guys have been staring at each other all night,” your friend pointed out. “He’s single, you’re single.” She made gestures with her hands for emphasis.

You shook your head while looking down to hide how red your face had gotten. “He doesn’t like me like that. We’re friends.”

“Lame,” your other friend bursted. “Go talk to him! Congratulate him on winning karate again or something.”

You rolled your eyes while taking a drink to avoid the conversation.

Her friend smirked suddenly with an idea. “Hey, can I borrow your jacket? I’m a little cold.”

You were feeling hot from the crowded room, so you were a little confused on how she was the opposite, but you did so nevertheless. You removed the cropped denim jacket to expose more of the little black dress you had on. You smiled while handing it to her.

Miguel felt his mouth go dry. His eyes scanned up and down your body from afar, the silk perfectly hugging your body and exposing valleys of skin he had never seen before.

A pat on his shoulder made him jump as he was forced to look away.

“Hey, man,” Hawk greeted. He noticed you and looked back at Miguel with a smirk. “You gonna make a move tonight, or what?”

Miguel chuckled nervously and shook his head. “I don’t think she likes me like that. I mean, we’ve been friends since we were both in Cobra Kai. Isn’t that a bit weird?”

Hawk scoffed. “No. That just builds up more chemistry. And pent up frustration.” Miguel looked at him curiously as he clarified. “Sexual frustration.”

“Dude.”

“It’s true! Remember that time you went out with Sam and she nearly broke some kid’s arm. Or when she got asked out and you broke the practice dummy.”

Even though Hawk’s statements were technically true, Miguel still had his doubts. What would a girl like you want with a guy like him?

“You just gotta go for it, man. Before someone else does,” Hawk advised and motioned his head towards Chris and Mitch who had started talking to you. You immediately started smiling and laughing at what they were saying.

Miguel held back a glare as he handed his cup to Hawk. He cheered, “That’s my boy!”

Your laughter died down as Miguel approached the three of you. You smiled at him in greeting that he returned before looking at Chris and Mitch.

“Robby wants you guys to refill the cooler outside,” he told them.

“But I just did five minutes ago,” Mitch said.

“Well, he wants you to do it. Again.”

Miguel was grateful Chris was the smarter one between the two as he was beginning to catch on.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” There was almost a smug smile on Chris’ face. “Come on, man.” He began dragging Mitch away, the boy complaining that he already did once again.

That just left you and Miguel.

You glanced behind you to see your friends had ran off somewhere, of course. There was a small beat of silence between you two.

“How are you?”

“This is a great party.”

You two spoke at the same time. You both laughed.

“Sorry. You go first,” Miguel insisted.

“I said this is a great party,” you repeated. “I’m surprised your mom was okay with it.”

“Well, Johnny told her that it was just Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang ‘hanging out.’”

When you were about to respond, someone knocked into you. As you tripped forward slightly, Miguel had his arms out to catch you. You sheepishly apologized while standing straight.

“Um, did you wanna go somewhere less crowded,” he proposed.

You nodded and started following him out. People from school were still showing up and it seemed the outside was becoming just as packed. You maneuvered around while still trying to keep up with Miguel. He turned to face you and offered his hand out so you wouldn’t lose each other. You took it, trying to hide your growing smile.

He guided you across towards his apartment. He opened the door and let you inside first. You were still able to hear the music and chatter of people, but it reduced slightly. Plus, you guys were completely alone now.

“Sorry. I thought it would be better here to talk and stuff. Unless you wanted to go back to the party. I’m fine with either, I just assumed—“

“It’s fine, Miguel,” you cut him off with a light chuckle. “It was getting a little overwhelming out there.” You set your empty cup on the dining table and moved to lean on the edge of the couch.

“C-can I tell you something,” he asked, standing in front of you.

“You can tell me anything.”

Your smile made him weak in the knees. His hands suddenly felt clammy as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“I…I really like you.”

“I like you too.”

Miguel gulped. “No. I mean I like-like you. Like more than friends type of way.”

“Oh.”

Oh?

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine. I get it. We’ve been friends for a long time and I understand not wanting to ruin that. It’s just that when I’m around you, I feel different. Different like you’re the one person in my life I’d hate to lose or I wouldn’t mind kissing. You know, that was probably a really weird thing to say. I’m sorry—“

“Miguel.” You laughed a bit. “It’s okay. I like-like you too.”

“Really,” he breathed out in disbelief.

You nodded. “And you’re the person I wouldn’t mind kissing either.”

Your hands reached forward to grasp his flannel and pull him closer towards you. The heels gave you an advantage to be nearly face to face with him. The close proximity made you both nervous, but someone had to make the first move.

Meeting halfway, Miguel’s lips pressed against yours in a savory kiss. His hands rested on his either side of your neck, his thumbs on the underside of your jaw and pulling you in even closer. You pulled away briefly, seeing his heart-shaped pupils and puffed lips parted. He pulled you back in with urgency.

There was only the heat of the moment, the electricity between you two, and the pure, unbridled passion of your kiss. It was a moment you would remember forever, a moment that would stay with you long after the kiss had ended.

The buzz of Miguel’s phone brought you back to Earth. He seemed to have no intention of stopping, though.

You pulled away, his lips immediately attaching to the side of your neck. “Do you wanna get that,” you asked, slightly breathless.

“Not really,” Miguel answered and kissed you again.

His phone eventually stopped until whoever was calling decided to call again. You laughed slightly at Miguel’s annoyance when he pulled away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, one of your hands combing through his hair.

Miguel begrudgingly answered the phone with a haughty, “What?”

“Dude, where are you,” Hawk asked from the other line.

“I’m a little busy right now.” Miguel pinched your hip lightly in warning as you continued sucking on the skin of his neck.

“Well, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I need a beer pong partner.”

“Ask Robby.” Your hand began to trail down his body.

“I’m going against him, dumbass.”

He held back a groan when you squeezed his hard on over his jeans. “I gotta go.”

“But—“

Miguel hung up and tossed his phone on the couch. You yelped in surprise when he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist in response.

Once in his room, he had shut the door swiftly with his foot. Next thing you knew, you were lying back on the bed with Miguel hovering over you, leaving wet kisses and sucking on your exposed chest. One of your hands was threaded in his hair as the other tightly gripped the comforter. His hand slowly trailed up your thigh, giving a soft squeeze and earning a low moan from you.

Miguel pushed the bottom of your dress up to your stomach, exposing the black shorts underneath. He looked at you as you were panting already from the build up.

"You okay," he whispered.

"Of course."

He pecked your lips before going down on his knees at the edge of the bed. He ran his hands over your thighs, placing light kisses ever so often. Eventually, he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your shorts and pulled them off, leaving just your underwear.

Miguel was hesitant at first as he ran his thumb over the wet patch, but you moaned softly from above as you tried closing your legs if he wasn't in the way. He repeated the motion with more pressure, causing you to jolt. He enjoyed the reactions.

He gently guided your underwear over your hips and slid them out from under you. A soft gasp emitted as you felt Miguel slip his tongue between your lips. Your mind went blank as he licked, his tongue spreading over your clit in smooth strokes. His open mouth panted heavy, moist breaths over your cunt, absorbing every drop of essence as it pooled on his tongue.

Your fingers tugged on his hair, your back arching off the bed slightly. You could feel a growing sensation low in your stomach, your orgasm twisting and winding into a tight knot.

A sudden gasp fell from your lips as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you. You inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back as he pushed his pointer finger in knuckle by knuckle until he rubbed the tip of his finger against that tougher spot inside of you.

His finger slipped in and out a few times until he added a second. It made you choke, walls clamping down and tightening painfully, tears pricking your eyes in a mix of pain and pleasure. Miguel kept them still as he leaned forward to press soft kisses on your clit.

“You're doing so good, baby. I just need to relax, okay?"

You nodded, even though you were sure he couldn't see it. You exhaled loudly, gasping just as loud before groaning and bucking your hips unconsciously. He resumed pushing in and out, his fingers shined with arousal.

You could feel every inch of his fingers inside as his mouth continued to stay hot and slick against your cunt, letting his spit collect all around. Your eyes rolled back when your stomach began twisting, feeling as though something was on your chest. You whimpered, followed by a groan of his name as your body relaxed once the knot snapped, and your vision blurred.

Miguel lapped up the mess and licked his fingers clean, watching the way your chest rose and fell rapidly. You looked utterly fucked the way your hair was sprawled out and little breaths leaving your plump lips, your head tilted to the side and eyes still shut.

He moved beside you and kissed your temple, combing your hair back. “You still got one more left for me?”

With shining eyes, you looked up at him and nodded.

Miguel grinned as he started to remove his flannel and shirt. Your thighs rubbed together while staring at him undo his jeans. You shakily stood on your knees and shuffled closer to him.

He gave you a tender, slow kiss, but you weren’t ready for such gentleness at this point in time. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. A low groan released from his throat as his hands moved from your hips to the zipper of your dress. You pulled away to disregard the rest of your clothing before pulling Miguel onto the bed.

He sat back as you straddled him, lips moving together once more. Reaching between the two of you, you grabbed his leaking cock so you could set him up at your entrance. As you lowered yourself, you inhaled slowly through your nose since the preparation and care he had given you had made the stretch easy to endure. As a result, all you felt was the full sensation he had given you.

You performed an exploratory hip roll once you were seated completely. You let out a groan at the feeling, every little motion causing electricity to tingle through your body.

Miguel sat up, you two now chest to chest while he held you firmly. “Fuck, you feel fucking amazing.” He placed wet kisses along your chest.

The noises of the party drowned out his moans as you began to ride him in earnest. His hands settled on your hips, causing the soft flesh to crease as he started responding to your thrusts with his own. You could feel him moving deeper with every motion, until eventually you could almost feel him in your stomach.

“Miguel,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze.

“I’ve got you, amor.” His mouth attached to one of your breasts, making you whimper.

His actions left your limbs feeling like rubber while he proceeded to fuck into you harder. Your tongue grazed his flushed skin, your head tucked into his neck.

“Making me feel so good,” you told him gently in his ear. “Want you to finish in me. Want all of you.”

Your babbling was cut off by a higher pitched moan at Miguel’s hard thrusts, your words egging him on more.

“Think you can take it all, baby?” His forehead pressed against yours as you nodded with a pleading look. “I’ll give you everything. Again. Again. And again.” He punctuated with each thrust, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “You gonna cum? Can feel it.”

“Please.”

Your loud moans echoed throughout the room as your legs tightened around his, your body moving faster to keep you on your high. You could feel Miguel spilling out of you, the warm feeling comforting the both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist to cease your shudders as he placed light kisses upon your shoulder.

Miguel, though he didn’t want to, slowly removed himself from you, a small whimper slipping past your lips. He laid you down on his bed and told he’d be right back. When he returned, he had a damp washcloth in one hand and a water bottle in the other. He carefully cleaned you up, knowing your legs must be sore, and sat you up to take a few sips of water.

He smiled gently at you and kissed your forehead, making your face flush in admiration. He grabbed an extra t-shirt for you and changed into a pair of new boxers for himself. Once settled beside you, Miguel draped the comforter over both of your bodies.

You both stared at each other, a grin on your lips as you leaned forward for one last kiss in the night.

hera speaks!

sorry for the long wait. i honestly get embarrassed writing smut, but this has been on my mind for a long time

[shomixremix]

THE ALTAR OF ADORATION ♥︎

recently i've been getting more and more into my zhongli brainrot (even though he's been one of my fav characters since forever lol) so here you all go!!

oh also tysm for over 1k notes, 100+ reblogs and 50 new followers!! you guys are the best <3 i really didn't expect that kind of support on my last post - turns out everyone likes some dragon men!! so i decided to write some more, here you lovelies go!!

tags: Zhongli, female! reader, dragon! zhongli, religious themes, sacrificial offering, smut, fluff, mating, breeding, creampie, monsterfucking

-> you have been chosen as a sacrifice to the great geo lord rex lapis, during a period where everyone believed he was mad at mortals. scared for your life and trembling, you now realize there was another problem troubling lord morax.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

great lord rex lapis roamed the earths and heavens for centuries, ruling the land of geo and its people through the thick and thin. they were very devoted followers, obeying his every wish.

however, the height of his reign has long passed, and people simply stopped caring about their archon. until recently.

crops began to wither, mines dried out, contracts were getting broken left and right - rex lapis has had enough of their careless behavior. his people have disappointed him, and this was a sign of his fury. if something wasn't to change, he would abandon them completely.

the people of liyue decided to recommit to their religion, prepared to offer the geo lord a sacrifice of any kind, just so he'd once again bless them. you, even though born in a time where people lost their respect for the geo lord, have always been a devoted follower, praying to him each day and leaving flowers and beautiful crystals under his statue of the seven.

already being a believer of the geo archon, you were chosen as the ceremonial sacrifice.

while nobody knew where rex lapis resided, the site of the ceremony was chosen to be on mt. hulao. as the crowds of people gathered from all over liyue around the lake on the top of the mountain, you stood in front of them, shaking. while you were a follower of morax, you didn't feel it was right to die for the sins of your people.

"it's time to pay our sacrifise!" yelled one of the townsfolk, holding your wrist in an iron grip as he he slit your palm with a sharp knife. you screamed out in pain as maroon blood dripped down your hand. the man who slit your hand placed a valuable cor lapis stone in it, watching as the orange stone quickly became stained with your red blood.

you held your breath as they placed you on the highest point of the mountain and pushed you off, chanting morax's name over and over.

falling seemed to last centuries, even though it was just seconds. you waited and waited for your body to hit the ground, tightening your hold on the cor lapis and in your head praying:

"rex lapis, if you're here, if you hear my prayer, please, i beg you, save me!"

suddenly, your feel onto something, tightly closing your eyes. was this... death?

you open your eyes and realize this wasn't any kind of afterlife - in fact, you were very much still alive, spread on top of the back of a large dragon. your mortality was confirmed by the sharp pain you still felt in your left hand.

"..r-rex l-lapis..?"

the dragon stayed quiet as you clutched his mane, holding on to him for dear life. he only let you get down once you were inside a large cave, seeming like it wasn't a part of the human world - no, this had to be an adepti realm.

an uneducated mortal maybe wouldn't be certain just who was standing between them, but you knew oh so very well. his goldenish brown scales, the big, honey-colored eyes and the tail which ended in a mosaic of clouds all gave him away. standing before you was the geo archon, the adeptus who saved your life even though you were a peace offering.

he stayed quiet, removing you from his back like it was nothing and moving to a completely different side of the cave, laying down on the cold ground with his back turned to you.

he was in no mood to talk, you knew, but you had to thank him for saving your life.

"lord morax..?"

he grumbled in response, steam coming out of his large nostrils.

"i cinserely thank you for saving my life... i was supposed to be a mere sacrifise, yet you still showed me mercy.. i.. just, thank you so much.."

the second the word "sacrifise" leaves your lips rex lapis perks up, turning to you with frantic eyes. he grabs your hand to inspect the still slightly bleeding cut, tearing a piece of your skirt to wrap around your wound as a bandage. morax tightly ties it, then quickly moves from you.

"it should stop the bleeding," he grumbled low, never turning to look at you, almost as if he was completely uninterested, "i will bring you to the villege tomorrow, little mortal. now sleep. your body needs rest"

how could you rest after such a traumatic experience? after almost having your life, all your hopes and dreams, unfairly thorn from you?

"no, i.. i can't return! they will all know that i failed, that i wasn't the sacrifise they all needed to save liyue from your punishment!"

morax huffs, his tail hitting the ground with a loud thump.

"then you can tell them all that i do not wish for a sacrifise. spilling innocent human blood is not only unecessary but also completely repulsive to me."

your eyes widen as he says this, your body instinctively moving a little closer to him: "you.. do not wish for a sacrifise, my lord? then how should we repay you for our sins? how can we ever make you forgive us for losing our faith in you..?"

rex lapis growls lowly, his body tightening like he was in some kind of discomfort or pain.

"the lack of my blessing isn't for the reasons your kind believes," he growled, "i'm not upset at you humans. now sleep." you knew well that that was an order, and an order coming from an archon must always be obeyed. yet, you didn't, scooting closer to him.

"the only thing to be upset about is that they sent you as the offering. how unfair it is to send one of my most devoted followers to die for my amusement.."

you hold your breath, afraid that he was actually considering killing you.

"i've recieved all the little treasures you leave out for me and have heard your every word. you're a persistant little one, aren't you?" even though you couldn't see him, you could feel the smirk on his face.

the knowledge that he has seen and heard how you worship him makes your heart thump loudly in your chest, a pool of pride and flusterness swirling in your belly.

suddenly, morax smells the air sharply, then started writhing on the ground in pain, cursing out a deep yet broken"fuck..!".

"are you in pain, my lord? can i do something to help?" you ask eagerly, wishing to help your saviour.

"move away!" he roared, steam coming out of his mouth. "go to sleep and stop talking to me when i ask, mortal!"

you frigtenedly to as told, laying down on the ground and turning away from him, squeezing your eyes shut. suddenly, you hear little muffled whines and cries coming from him, which immediately makes you look at him again.

his large head is completely flushed red, his lungs heaving up and down quickly. he panted out short little puffs of air, his eyes bloodshot ready and his body trembling slightly. you didn't know what was wrong with him, he acted like some kind of a wild animal in a rut-

"lord morax, are you.. in a rut..?" it was a shameful question to ask the archon, yet your curiosity got the better of you.

he huffed out, more and more in pain with every passing minute. "i haven't... hah... i haven't been in centuries... it's inevitable i go through it every couple of hundred years..."

morax groans, visibly in a lot of discomfort.

"and of course that when i'm in a rut they just have to send me a gorgeous woman as a sacrifice to worsen my state..."

your cheeks darken as he murmurs this, blood rushing to your head.

"how do i worsen your state..?"

"your arousal" he rasps, "i can smell it, little mortal. i can smell you, and it's torture. it pains every muscle in my body to resist you, but i have to; it's my duty"

your heart aches at his words.

"i can help" you breathe, unsure what you were even offering. his sharp eyes turn to you, piercing you with his gaze.

"no", his answer is short but stern, "i could kill you, i could harm you and leave you not remembering your own name. i cannot do that to my most devoted follower. not to you, y/n"

your heart stops, dropping to your feet.

"how do you know my name...?"

he groans as he explains: "i often wander around the mortal world in my human form, to feel closer to your kind... i have met you a couple of times during your prayer at the statue of the seven. i cannot use your pure body to breed when i know how much respect and hope you have in me. it would be betrayal to you, and you would never see me, nor my human form, the same"

"it pains me to see my archon in pain" you whisper as you get closer to the large dragon, your stomach stirring. you gently touch the scales down his back and feel how he shivers under your touches.

"i want... i want to help you, if i can... i want to help you through this.. you have helped me through the darkest points in my life, and even though i don't know who your human form is, i have a feeling i'm close to you even then... i just desire to help you, lord morax..."

"do you even understand what kind of help i need? what i will do to you if you allow me?"

you smile, running your hands through his shiny mane.

"yes, i understand. use me however you like, my lord."

his self control snaps, big paws pinning you down on the ground. he's panting like a dog as he nuzzles his head against your neck, tearing the rest of your skirt off. only left in a pair of underwear and a thin shirt, you tremble under the archon's touches.

"hm.. such a beautiful mortal..." he hums as he tears the rest of your cloth from your body, leaving you completely bare. you try to cover yourself with your arms, yet morax grabs them and pins them by your sides.

his large mouth comes in contact with your skin, licking, kissing and biting as he moved down. morax grazes your skin with his teeth, never biting down hard enough to draw blood from your veins. you had already done your sacrifice, more blood wasn't needed. his tounge moves from your neck to your exposed breast, swirling around your hard nipples, earning a little whimper from you.

then, he moves even lower, nipping at your stomach. he forces your tighs apart, burying his large head to your folds and forcing you to hold on to him by his horns. rex lapis tastes you eagerly, lapping up any slick your body oh so willingly gave him. you moaned and whined as he fucked you with his tounge, making you come almost instantly.

"ohhhh!! m-morax~ ahh..." you moan as he helps you through it, sharply tugging on your sensitive clit with his sharp teeth, always careful not to hurt you.

"celestia" he sighs into your slick folds, earning a tremble from you. "you taste devine, my dear. i haven't enjoyed such a sweet taste in centuries"

he shows you no mercy and continues to eat you out as if you were his last meal, one paw holding down your wrists and the other secured on your hips, not allowing you to move at all. after about three delicious highs he pulls from your frail body with his tounge, you start begging for the real thing. you knew his rut wouldn't be over unless he fucked you, and you were kinda hoping this torterous foreplay would be over soon...

"m-morax... please.." you whimper, squeezing your legs around his snout. he grumbles low, giving one final lick to your greedy pussy.

"i have to loosen you as much as possible so you could even try to take me. preperations can take up to days."

your eyes open wide and your mouth partens. you couldn't wait days to get him to fuck you, and you certainly didn't know how you'd survive days worth of eating out!

"but i cannot wait that long" he smirks, rubbing your outter tighs and ass. in one swift motion he flips you over so you were on your knees, face down and ass up. you feel his length rubbing up on you; even though you couldn't see him, your eyes went wide in shock. you felt how impossibly large he was, both in size and girth, almost being comparable to your legs.

but another thing surprises you - the head of his cock is poking at your tight entrance, but another thing is poking at your ass! you turn your head in shock, and he reassures you.

"i am different than a mortal, my dear"

you let out a loud scream of his name as he harshly thrusts both of his heavy cocks into you. he thrusts as far as he can, entering your cushy womb from how big he is and almost ripping your ass apart. you scream and cry and writhe yet he doesn't budge, letting you get used to him inside you for a few moments before he starts thrusting.

he starts moving without a warning, dragging you back on his cocks. you turn into a sobbing mess as each one of his thrusts so pleasantly tease your g-spot, bullying your tight walls.

"ahh.. ahhh! mphhh! mmphshs! m- mor... ah! ohhh!"

you cry and cry, not even knowing your own name out of so much pleasure. you feel like your holes are completely loose and yet, clamping down on him greedily. he tugs your head back by your hair, snuggling his nuzzle in your neck so you'd hear him better.

"shh, don't cry... you've asked me for this, little mortal. you asked to be fucked like this, hm? look at you, so pretty like this. so no need to cry, you will be fine. i allow you as much pleasure as you need. "

you couldn't stop yourself from coming, squirting your juices all over his cock. he watches this in amusement, fucking into you harder and faster. in one moment, he threw his head back in pleasure, making a loud roar.

"fuck, y/n..." he groaned as you hiccupped your sobs, finally giving a harsh, last thrust and stilling inside. you felt an impossible amount of warmth spread through your body as he filled you with seed, spilling a wave after wave of cum in your womb. he had filled you so much that it spilled from you, leaving you entirely breathless.

as soon as he's done he pulls out, letting you fall to the floor. he picks up your limp body, curling himself around you and cuddling you close.

"it's alright, my dear... you did perfect. you were just devine, and you've felt better than anything i've ever felt in all my years. rest, now. i will take care of the rest tomorrow."

your head hazy, your mind fuzzy with pleasure and your eyes heavy, you lay curled against him and finally get the much needed sleep.

the next morning, you wake up with a human, veined arm around your bare waist.

"there you are... you are too adorable in your sleep" a deep voice said from behind you, and you turned around, expecting to see the geo archon.

yet, you were faced with a man you knew all to well - the man you had deep feelings for ever since he first arrived in liyue harbour.

"mr. zhongli?!"

he hums out a laugh, tightening his hold on you.

"yes, if i'm correct, we've met in my human form a couple of times?"

you blush deeply, reminiscing on the few blissful times you talked to him. he was a very handsome, successful young man, with great wisdom and a clever mind - and you admired him very much, so much that you couldn't help but fall in love.

"you look dissapointed... are you not fond of me after finding out who i am?"

he asks, his gaze softening and looking almost saddened. you quickly reassure him:

"no, no, i'm not dissapointed! more like stunned.." you blush and he notices, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

"oh? why is that? i have always assumed we had a fairly good relationship, y/n. you have always been so nice to me"

"i.. i've had feelings for you for quite a while..." you say shyly, almost embarassed of the fact.

his lips curl into a genuinely happy smile, his arms pressing you closer to his bare chest.

"then everything turned out alright"

you smile, but everything suddenly dawns on you - that zhongli seemed to be okay with your feelings for him, that you almost died yesterday as a sacrifice, that zhongli is morax and most importantly, that oh, you fucked the geo archon, in his dragon form no less!

"am i pregnant now..?" you ask quietly, reminded that the act of a rut is mainly to breed and create off-spring. zhongli laughs at your question, leaving a quick peck on your forehead.

"no, most likely not. but you will be, in a few hundred years, once i have to go through this all over again" you almost choke on your own spit as he says this.

"but... i won't be alive in a few hundred years... you will have to find another to help you through this.."

as soon as you mention him sleeping with another woman his face turns into one of disgust, his strong arms gathering your entire body in his hold.

"as my mate, you will live as long as i do, and i'm immortal, my dear."

"your mate?!"

"yes. by helping me through my rut, you have become my mate. of course, only if that's what you wish" he says, pressing a loving kiss to your eyelid. "and do not worry, my dear, dragons mate for life"

he almost purrs into your warm skin, making a referance to what you said about him sleeping with another woman.

"...being your mate.." you sigh, cuddling into his chest.

"it's like what you humans call "relationship" except a stronger bond, sort of an unbreakable contract between the two of us. a forever promise of care, love and loyalty."

"i think i would like that" you humm into his chest, "but, let's take it a little slow?"

he kisses you full of warmth, his hands soothing your sides.

"of course, my dear. i will take you on a proper date when we get back. for now, just lay there and let me thank you properly for your help last evening..." he sighs as he kisses your shoulder over and over again.

yesterday at this time of day you were supposed to be nothing but a sacrifice to the geo lord, and now here you were, getting your body worshiped by him, forever safe and secure in his arms as his mate.

[starconstruction]

Off Shift

Teacher Haseul x Boyfriend Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: ass eating, pussy eating, body worship, missionary creampie, loving relationship

Word Count: 957

not proofread, wanted to write a small little piece for Haseul after yesterday.

You and Haseul laid in a compromising position, her legs laid spread apart a few inches. Feet digging into the plush carpet of the shared bedroom. She always looked beautiful in her uniform, a white button up shirt that was cropped a few inches. The handbag that holds her students work.

You and Haseul liked to keep her outfits on during sex, only removing the bare essentials. Those being her tight jean shorts, now resting on the ground, the only other thing that needed moving was her panty hose. Resting just below her thick ass, your favourite part of her body. You were the luckiest man in the world, tongue trailing on her cheeks. Admiring her curves, squeezing them firmly reveling in your ability to worship her.

"Tell me about your work honey." You asked, unable to see anything outside of darkness. Haseul's skirt acted as a curtain, eyes being kept in the shadows. Removing one of your few senses, not the one that matters to you. Kissing her inner cheeks, "Same old shit, students too busy using AI to even pay attention to my course! Why even come at that point?!" She ranted, this was not the first time you've heard of this plight. In fact you've been in this position before, just last week you were on your knees like this.

"That sucks" You said, letting her rant as your tongue finally pressed against her asshole. There was always an art to these things, like her lectures you heard of. You wanted to get a perfect grade, your tongue laid flat as you licked into her ring of spongey flesh.

"Yeah! It's so fucking stupid - oh my god that feels so good - Like why even show up?!" Haseul complained, cut off by your frantic worship. Her ass was mindblowing, a divine pinnacle of architecture sculpted by the gods. You gave her your offering, in the form of eager strokes. Her backdoor now wet with saliva, her body involuntarily backing up into you. "I can't help all the students! - keep going fuck Y/N! - but I wish they would put the effort in!" She continued.

Haseul's cunt was begging for attention, leaking her essence all over your chin. "Look how needy you are Haseul, dripping on me" You growled, alternating between her holes. Both were equally inviting as you dived in, no longer using your hands for support. Mindlessly devouring every inch as she took your eager tongue.

The juxtaposition between Haseul holes was mind boggling, her juices were mature. Coating your tongue with her taste "You always taste so good Haseul, I love you." You growled, voice being smothered by her body, barely audible but it still reached her ears "I love you Y/N! Keep going honey!" Vocals thick with desire, breaking up as she choked the words out.

You weren't going to deny Haseul's requests, a goddess deserves it's reward. Mouth sealed on her pussy as you sucked her folds, focusing on her pleasure alone. Your tongue pressed inside her, rubbing her clit with your fingers. Your tongue was deep and deliberate, a stark contrast to your earlier actions.

"Keep going honey, you are so good at this.." Haseul groaned, melting in the pleasure of her boyfriend. You were starving and she was the cure, her strong and unique taste was the only thing you wanted at this moment. Your hand cusped her ass, delivering firm slaps as she screamed. "I'm gonna cum baby! Fuck!" You slurped frantically as she grinded her folds violently, a gutural moan releasing from your core as she gushed over your body. She was hurled into ecstasy, her thighs closed around you. Squeezing you against her.

You withdrew, a job well done as you finally saw your handy work. Her shirt clung to her back, her unobscured skin shiny against the light of your bedroom. "Haseul honey, are you able to go another round?" You asked, hand stroking her exposed back.

"Yeah, fuck me Y/N." You dropped the clothes still clinging to you, exposing your cock to the air. You flipped Haseul over, appreciating her beauty. The way her hair clinged onto her face, glasses dislodged as they sat on the bridge of her face. Her bottom lip puffed and bruised as she gnawed on it.

You pushed in gently, a shared gasp as inches disappeared into her wanting hole, gripping onto your shaft as you bottomed out. "You always feel so good Haseul." You let out, voice dim as you focused on her. Every ounce of pleasure was explosive, jolting through every fibre of your being.

Your hand found Haseul's tie her eyes looking up in shock as you yanked, her lips met yours as you devoured her mouth. The soft taste of sugar from her lip gloss, tongue deeply exploring her wet cavern as she tasted her holes on you. While your length rested in her, pace slow while you two shared saliva.

You two were no strangers to missionary, doing it whenever there was a free time. But she never stopped feeling incredible, your hips pistoned faster now, her cunt accepting everything you gave it. "I love you Haseul, every part of you." You moaned out, breathing against her lips.

"I love you aswell! Make me cum!" Haseul moaned, she squeezed the life out of you as you gasped. Mere inches from cumming. Time ran thin as you savoured the last few moments. "I'm cumming! Cum with me Haseul!" You shot ropes into your girlfriends loving pussy, the crevices filled with your cream. Haseul came around you, leaving both of you shaking.

"Thank you love, you make this whole shitty job worth it." Haseul said, as you two stayed connected for a few minutes.

[fayes-fics]

Absolution

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: After an argument, Benedict seeks forgiveness.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Sub!Benedict, domme!reader, established relationship. Strip tease, slight begging, praise, massage, sexual tension.

Word Count: 2.0k

Authors Note: Anon request fill from HERE, where sub!Benedict begs reader to let him touch her. I'm not sure this is begging enough for you, Nonny, but it's what my muse chose - and after being unable to write for 2 months, I went with it. I hope that's okay. Unbetaed, cos if I ask someone to read this, I will chicken out of posting it. Errr, enjoy?

You feel as much as you see him—a hovering, hesitant presence in the doorway.

“May I… join you?” 

His request is sotto voce, tinged with a gauzy hope that pulls your attention, eyes flicking to his reflection in the mottled glass of your vanity table mirror.

“You are not yet forgiven….” 

Your response is a touch sharp, perhaps, as you restart your motions, untangling your hair with an ornate silver brush, the bitter edge of your dispute still ringing in your ears, even now, hours later. Yet there’s a metallic taste of victory on the tip of your tongue that he is the one attempting to broker the peace between you. 

“Understood.” 

Benedict nods, stepping fully into the bedroom now, the door clicking closed behind him as he continues talking. 

“Perhaps I may find another way to apologise?” 

He bows his head, lacing his fingers together loosely in front of him as he looks upon you through his lashes—a gentle, reproachful demeanour that softens the sharper edges of your irritation. After a beat, you twist around and stand up, moving towards him, the silk of your night robe a balm on your flushed skin, your body reacting to him in this room as it always does, despite what has transpired, something very Pavlovian about it. His light eyes seem to dance with the reflective candlelight from the nearby sconce as you stop just beyond touching distance.

“What are you proposing?” 

You don't miss the way his gaze is drawn to the pull of fabric taut over the swell of your breast as you cross your arms, perhaps still a shade defensive.

“I seek absolution…” 

His words are a sighed exhale, eyes pleading. You know precisely what he is referring to—that power dynamic play that neither of you can resist. And sure enough, a twitch of a smile ghosts over your lips in spite of yourself.

“And will you do as I tell you?” 

You don't mean your voice to be quite so throaty, but the rapid dilation of his pupils and the jump of the vein in his neck speaks volumes.

“I will do anything for you…” His murmur draws attention to his pink, damp, plush, distracting bottom lip as if he has bitten it for your delectation. “My Lady.” It’s a goading, blatant addition, an invitation you are powerless to turn down, especially when he looks at you like that, all large pupils and quivering lip.

“Strip for me,” you command, a surge of want in your veins as his lip quirks up, his hands flying to his buttons instinctively. 

You watch greedily as he fights off the cropped jacket, and his dextrous fingers start to pluck at the pearl buttons upon his paisley silk waistcoat. He is always so exquisitely wrapped in jewel-toned fabrics that it seems nearly a shame to ask him to remove them. As both items fall to the thick rug with an audible thump, you take a step to the side and sit in a comfortable chair in the corner of your bedchamber. You cross your legs, enjoying the bob of his Adam's apple as your legs are revealed through the parting of your robe. He has probably correctly guessed you are naked underneath; a keen flare of his nostrils as you sit back to get comfortable, gesturing for him to continue. 

You lick your lips reflexively as you watch his elegant hands unwind his soft gold cravat, the candlelight catching the signet ring upon his little finger as he throws it to the floor and takes a step towards you, a nascent trace of that troublesome smirk toying at the corner of his lips.

“All of it, Benedict,” you warn, taking the upper hand as he seems to be advancing upon you still in his boots, shirt and trousers. 

He stops short when he is a couple of paces away, close enough you can scent his cologne but too far to touch—perhaps an intentional tease. He will sometimes push up against your boundaries, that cheeky nature flaring under those beseeching, wanton looks. He follows your command, though, your skin flushing as he obediently pulls off his boots and tosses them aside haphazardly.

He takes another half-step forward, watching your eyes tracking the movement of his hands as he pushes down his braces, bouncing once on the outside of his upper thigh as they fall. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together, tamping down the pulse of arousal, the sensual tension between you already heady and delicious, thick in the air, despite so many crossed words earlier.

“May I touch you, My Lady?” 

His soft, yielding tone makes a thrill prickle across your scalp, but your tongue is still sharp with a barb.

“Earn it.”

His eyes flash at your challenge, and there is a flutter behind your ribs—you are as under his thrall now as he is yours. 

And then he does something that makes your body surge with want. He suddenly buckles to his knees before you, looking up at you imploringly again through those long lashes.

“How may I earn it, My Lady?” 

His ask is tender even as he makes short work of the buttons of his frilled shirt, kneeling temptingly beyond your kneecaps.

“I am still awaiting your fulfilment of my last command…” Your response is accompanied by a raised eyebrow, emphasising your point. Benedict is indeed still in shirt and trousers, although the shirt now hands lose from his broad shoulders, framing that lithe, toned torso.

“And once I am naked, what then, My Lady?” 

“Patience, my love…”

Your tone is portentous, but you don't miss how something warm melts in his expressive eyes at the term of affection. His shirt sails down onto the rug, his movements carrying more urgency than before, keen to here your subsequent plans for him, no doubt. 

With him still upon his knees, your breath quickens as he reaches for the buttons of his trousers, knowing as you do what lies beneath. Indeed as the front falls away, you are unsurprised to see he is without underwear as usual, a thatch of dark hair teasing before his cock springs free before you, you canting yourself forward slightly to see.

As he pushes the trousers down around his bent knees, you see the little half smile, noticing your lean-in, your eager stance to see him nude as requested—the flash of that playful nature, which makes his obedience so much more delicious. Your eyes focus upon the constellation of freckles upon his left shoulder as he does, temporarily transfixed by the play of muscle under his skin as he fights off his trousers the rest of the way while still on his knees. His triumphant huff and hurling aside of the item snaps you back from your short reverie, and indeed, what a sight it is to behold. A beautiful, toned, naked man before you on his knees, raptly awaiting your next word, his smooth chest rising and falling a little with shortened breaths of anticipation.

“My lady…” he prompts, but there is a trace of prideful preening, knowing he has you captivated, your legs uncrossing reflexively as you lean in further, your eyes drinking in the sight before you, his gaze falling briefly to your lap, hoping for a glance under your ribe.

“You may touch my feet, my love,” you offer, and you let out a ragged sigh as those large hands cup your arch and a thumb presses into a sensitive spot that makes you collapse back, putty in his hands already. 

“Thank you, my lady; I hope I can soothe you…”

His light whisper falls onto your skin like feathers, your eyelids fluttering shut as his hands work their magic upon your feet. Indeed, you have been promenading today and his assured touch seems the perfect salve to the ache of miles walked. Tension drains through the soles of your feet as he works. 

Before you know it, his hands have moved up, and you do not protest as he starts to massage your ankles and the lower part of your calves. Your whole leg becomes less stiff, your eyes still closed, breathe deep and even until he makes a sharp inhale that has your eyelids flying apart.

In your relaxed state your thighs have parted, and your robe following suit. His heated gaze is upon the thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs, not yet open enough to betray how aroused you truly are.

“You may not touch.”

It's a clipped statement, an attempt to wrestle control when he had you compliant under his touch. A slight pout claims his handsome face as if hoping a puppy dog expression will make you yield.

“You are the most beautiful creature, please, please, My Lady…”

“Not yet,” you modify, his adulation weakening your resolve a touch.

He massages your left calf muscle, placing your foot upon the warm fuzz of his bent quad muscle, feeling the warmth emanating from his nearby cock, a temptation you resist moving your foot to brush against. But you can no longer tamp down the need to moan gently as your body responds to his expert touch. It makes his fingers dig into your flesh temporarily, and you hear him take a steadying breath, knowing he is fighting his desire to pick you up and take you to the bed—a desire raging just as brightly in you.

And so, as if catharsis for your earlier argument, you tease him more. Begin to writhe slightly in your seat, an undulation that inches your foot higher on his thigh, your toes curling into his flesh there as your noises become less restrained, his touch heavier, still soothing but with an undercurrent of urgency that speaks of pent-up passion. You can almost feel the increase in his heartbeat, the blood thrumming through his body, his cock no doubt leaking even though you dare not glance at it—too tempting a prospect, wanting to elongate this tease, this foreboding simmering between you ratcheting up the tension between you.

“You are heaven itself, My Lady, I live to bring you succour….”

There is nothing like his lilting, wanton poetic praise. When his hands round your kneecaps, you let him continue higher, dextrous hands cupping your lower thigh and squeezing the tension from your muscles there. His breath is laboured as the movement parts your legs, and he can see what he has wrought, a glistening warmth you can feel deliciously as the cooler air swirls between your now parted thighs.

“Please, My Lady…. Please let me touch you there…”

His tone is broken now, fawning words tumbling from him between deep breaths as if scenting you, his whole body tilted over your lower half, looking up at you from your lap, supplicant arousal humming in his being, feeling the heat of his cock against your toenails as he leans in.

“Undress me.” your voice a breathy whisper.

The tiny noise of victory he makes has your heart skipping a beat as his fingers instantly fly to the sash, holding your robe cinched at your waist. Watching him work through a hooded gaze and a fluttering chest as he unloops the knot and then, as if unwrapping the most precious gift, parts the material from around your body, pulling it down from around your shoulders until you are as naked as him.

“My Lady…..”

It's a stuttering, wrecked sigh, trembling hands ghosting over the quivering of your stomach, your ribs—not touching without permission, but still making your pulse race, your skin tingle. And you hunger for him like nothing else, uncaring of the disagreement you had earlier, irritation and pride usurped by the burning need you have for him as much as he has for you.

And so you relent.

“You may touch me anywhere, my love.”

Your greenlight has him almost howling, and before you know it, you are scooped up from the chair and carried to the bed, his body flexing deliciously against yours, your lips meeting in a hungry, inelegant kiss, tongues tangling. Words of apology will come later—after your bodies have what they crave.

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[renthony]

At this point I'm just assuming everything I ever create and post to the internet is going to be stolen. People have been stealing, reposting, and adding their own pay links to my art for years now, without the help of AI.

I've made D&D themed stickers that are now all over "free clipart" sites, despite me filing requests to have them removed. I've seen my graphics ripped off and included in someone else's art without credit. I've had people tell me that an ACAB image I made showed up as a sticker getting put up around Seattle. Facebook meme pages crop my username out of my posts all the goddamn time. Voice actors on YouTube use my posts for "dramatic reading" videos constantly, and only one has ever asked me permission or given me any cut of the profits from their video.

I see my art out in the wild with no source back to me, and I'm a tiny creator compared to a lot of others. People repost shit constantly, whether it's here, Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, TikTok, YouTube, whatever. I remember the old tumblr days of "We Heart It is not a goddamn source" PSAs.

I think people are right to be concerned about AI, but at this point I'm much more concerned about it from the perspective of "companies want to use it to cut labor costs," and less "it's theft."

People didn't need AI to steal my art before now. I'm more concerned about trying to freelance in a market full of "oh, we can just get ChatGPT to write and illustrate our articles."

[jinisnuggets]

Hey, how are you? May I request an idol Choi San x male reader ? The reader has an obsession with Sanrio and shojos. San always appears in his vlogs, and they are very lovey-dovey, but San's face has always been hidden in the vlogs. Fluff, please! Sorry if it's long

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Si tu veux des ajustements ou une autre manière de le formuler, fais-le-moi savoir !

➳ ᏦᏬᏒᎧᎷᎥ

PAIRINGS | Idol! San x Vlogger! Male! Reader

WORD COUNT | 0.8k

GENRE | Fluff

WARNINGS | Male reader acts feminine! No actual name of bf mentioned

SYNOPSIS | On your anniversary with your mysterious boyfriend, you decided to film a vlog of your special day.

NETWORKS | @k-library @starlit-network @blossomnet @illusionnet

A/N | Hi anon! Firstly, I'd like to thank you for being specific with your request while still giving me creative freedom. Truly! I thank you tons for hopefully reading through my rules and following them! 💗 Next! I believe you put in a request for Soobin with almost the same prompt, I made this so you can also imagine him with it as well if you would wish :) one more thing, I genuinely have no idea how to write a french reader, so I apologize for that -v-

Your jacket was wrapped around your waist with your crop top neatly tucked underneath your jeans. You took the phone which was neatly stored into your pocket and removed it, going into the camera app before pressing the record button.

You set your phone on the desk and took a seat, waving at the phone.

“Hello-” You started but quickly burst out laughing.

No matter how many times you did your intro you'd never get used to the silliness of practically greeting a camera.

“Okay - for real this time-”

“Hello! So, if you were here for my last vlog, I spoke about the 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend. And it's today- well probably not whenever this comes out- but the point is that it's today, as in the day I'm filming this and we'll be spending some time together.”

“For starters, I will not be filming everything today since it is a special day and would like to spend it mostly with him. Alone-” you teased, laughing again before standing up and walking a far distance from the phone.

“Do you guys think this will do or should I wear something else?” You chuckled, going back to the phone after posing for a bit and picking it up, bringing it with you to your bed.

“He's going to pick me up so I'm just going to wait here.”

You rolled over and flipped the camera angle, revealing the bookshelf above your bed which was full of comical mangas.

You picked up the action figure which sat above and showed the camera.

“I recently got this on my trip to Japan, I thought it was really cute.” you stated enthusiastically.

“I know I'm gonna be seeing a lot of comments saying ‘oh but Y/n, you already have a lot of Kuromi’s-’ but I don't know what to do- I can't stop collecting them; they're too cute.” you whined, placing the action figure back on the shelf along with your other collection of Kuromi’s.

You looked at the phone and smiled.

“He's here, so I'm gonna go ahead and go to the parking lot.” You said, opening the door after slipping on some shoes and making your way down the stairs. You walked down silently so as to not disturb your neighbors and searched the lot for his car, spotting it shortly after and beginning to walk towards it.

You knocked on the window and opened the car door, taking a seat on the passenger seat and glancing over at him.

“Hello!” You immediately said, opening up your arms as he leaned over and hugged you tightly.

Embracing you warmly, he planted a kiss on your lips and refused to let you go. “Jeez, I missed you so much.” He started as you nodded, returning him that same comforting hug.

“Are you recording?” He asked as you nodded, “yeah, I hope you don't mind.”

“No, of course not.”

He grabbed the phone and showed himself on the screen, waving at the soon to be audience while smiling brightly

“Hello! I'm smiling but you won't be able to see that.” He teased the camera, placing the phone in the middle of the car indent

“True.” You added, laughing in the process. “They're so curious, but unfortunately we can't reveal yet. Maybe in a couple more years we will.” You smiled as he nodded.

“Definitely.”

He started driving out of the lot and into the driveway, passing places as you both chatted about random things. Whenever he stopped at red lights, you always leaned in to kiss his cheek and he occasionally teased you by turning his head the moment you did so.

It made you shy, but you just continued doing so.

You had always had the reputation of being the lovey dovey couple, it honestly somewhat shocked you that your viewers still hadn't caught on to who the mysterious man was, especially when it was that obvious, so recognizable.

But you weren't complaining, it was a good thing if not.

Holding hands, you both walked through the aisles of the mall, before he stopped and left in another direction. You were looking at some mangas and showing your camera the books you found yourself interested in.

“This one looks interesting.” You pointed at a specific manga within the row of books before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around and found your boyfriend there, you stared at him confused until he revealed his hands from behind his back.

“I don't know if you have it already…” he shyly stated as he revealed a Kuromi which you had been dying to get your hands on.

“No freakin way - they have it here!??” your eyes sparked with light as you took to figure from his hands.

“Yes!” He immediately responded, making you run over to the direction you saw him going, really just guessing the direction but either way it had worked because you found it.

“I'm buying it…” you started before he shook his head and planted a kiss on your hair.

“No need, I already put anything you want on my card don't worry.” He smiled as your eyes watered.

“Damn you… making me shed tears publicly..”

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Cootie Catcher

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Notes: I'm going through you know the worst thing ever rn lmao, But getting back into writing has really helped so thank you for the requests! And especially thank you to @bookishbuddie because I can always count on you for a request, lmao.

"On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

“This is all your fault!” 

You wriggled around in the ropes, and Buck rolled his eyes, not even trying to move with you. 

“You’re just gonna hurt yourself.” 

“You could at least try to help me!” You narrowed your eyes with a huff, and he let his head tilt back against yours 

“I tried to tell you; Eddie was alerted that something was wrong! We just gotta… wait for him to find us.” 

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You snap, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. He listens to you sigh, and he knows you’ve given up, at least for now. 

“I’m sorry…” Buck mumbles; he wishes he could run his hands through his hair. “I’m really sorry.” 

You’re quiet for a second, wriggling a little to get comfy and leaning back against him.

“N-no, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you. It’s both our faults, we really should have been paying attention to our surroundings.” 

“Yeah, but what we were doing was a lot more fun.” He snickers, and you try and flick him with your fingers. 

The night had started hilariously badly. Eddie had taken his shot at matchmaking for Buck, and while the girl was pleasant! There just wasn’t any spark… he didn’t overly want to get to know her, so he was a gentleman and walked her home, thanked her for a lovely evening, and left. 

He was walking away to walk back to the restaurant for his Jeep (He’d walked her home just to see if things might go better) when Eddie called. He’d literally just texted that the date was over, too.

“What’s wrong??” He can practically hear the worry in his tone, and he smiles a little 

“Nothing, she just wasn’t really my type… it was a nice night though, anyway! She was really nice.” 

“I know., I thought maybe someone totally different from who you normally date might be a little refreshing.” 

“And it was,” Buck agrees. He squints a little; there’s a small… something crouched on the ground next to a car. “It just didn’t work out… hey, I gotta go, I think someone needs help. If I don’t call you back in 10 minutes, call for help.” 

“Yeah-yeah, I will.  Call me back,” Eddie chuckles as he hangs up.

Buck looks both ways before he crosses the street, breaking into a light jog. When he gets closer, he realizes there’s a woman crouched down next to her car and a tire next to her. She’s wearing a pink workout set and an oversized cropped pink hoodie that matches. 

“Hey there, my name is Buck. I’m a firefighter with the LAFD. Can I help you out?” 

You look up at him. The flush creeps up your neck, and you clear your throat. 

“Um- no? No, I think I’ve got it. I wouldn’t want you ruining your nice clothes.” 

He looks down at the maroon fitted dress pants he’d worn and the nice white button-down. 

“Eh, I can always buy new clothes. I don’t mind” He crouches down next to you and eases the lug wrench from your hands and you sigh in relief and plop down on your butt. 

“I swear I can do this on my own normally… the mechanic just put them on freaking tight” 

“I believe you.” Buck flashes you a smile, and you blush again; his teeth are just so… perfect. 

It’s the little things, okay? 

“You know you did a pretty good job already, got all your tools set up.” He loosens them enough to lift the car, and you take the jack and set it under the car and start pumping for him. He gestures for you to stop and starts fully removing the lug nuts. 

He rolls his sleeves up, and you bite your lip, staring at the veins in his arms as he works on removing them. he hands them to you one by one, and you put them in a straight little line on the road for him. 

“So uh… w-what’s got you all dressed up?” 

You awkwardly try and make conversation with this gorgeous man, and he eagerly accepts it.

“Oh! My friend set me up on a blind date. It didn’t really go well. There was nothing wrong with her! She was cool… but you know it just didn’t spark.” 

He rests his elbow on his knee and props his chin up with his hand 

“You know, Eddie means well. That’s my best friend. He means well… but I’m like 90% sure that girl was more his speed.” 

“You think he’ll hit her up?” Your legs are out in front of you now, and you’re propped back on your hands 

“Nah, he’s not like that. Even if he doesn’t admit he likes to hit it nearly as much as I do, he’s not a one-night stand kinda guy.” 

“Are you?” 

It was totally and completely an innocent question, like really it was. But he kinda smirks, and you let your head fall back to hide the way you cringe out of existence. 

“Uh-“ He chuckles a little “Not anymore. I’m- I’m really trying to be serious about things now, wanna do better for me and my friends and family, you know?” 

“Would you ever consider it again?” You lay out flat on the ground and slap your hands over your face. “I swear I’m not being a perv, okay!! I’m asking real questions!”  

He laughs and starts reaching for the lug nuts, and you sit back up with a huff and get closer to him to hand them to him.

“I don’t know… a pretty girl starts asking me questions like this, and I gotta think she’s after something.” His lips purse, fighting a little smirk, and you push at his arm.

“I’m not after anything! You don’t even know my name.” 

“Isn’t that like one of the rules…” He wonders, tilting his head like he’s thinking about it, and you throw a tiny pebble at him 

“I hope your pants split!” 

You and Buck go back and forth, teasing and admittedly on his part definitely flirting. He finally learns your name and tells you how pretty it is, how pretty you are… 

Anddd that’s how he ends up in your back seat. With your legs locked around his shoulders and his face buried deeply between them. He’s telling you over and over again that you’re definitely not a one-night stand.

A three-night stand, at least. 

And you’re pulling his hair, his name spilling from your lips over and over like a mantra, little whimpers and promises of love slip out, and he’s not sure if it’s from the lack of oxygen or what, but he’s definitely, totally, absolutely, in love. 

And that’s the last thing he remembers. 

It was the last thing either of you really remembered because the next thing you knew, you woke up tied to him in the middle of an empty room. 

“Plans have changed.” 

The man who’d somehow kidnapped you both comes in with what you assume are his henchmen. Which is like- wild that someone even has henchmen who even has them?? They’ve got rather interesting-looking guns on you, and you’re not about to question this man’s line of work. 

“Your mother isn’t cooperating. It’s time to up the ante. Untie them and follow me.” 

They do as he says, untying you from each other and dragging the ropes to lead you behind them. You feel the gun poke into your back, and you gulp, hurrying along and trying your best to keep up with their fast walking. 

“You know, honey… I could always carry you” The man behind you chuckles and gropes your ass and you yelp and nearly knock into Buck. 

“Get your hands off me, jerk!” You growl out and he scoffs, grabbing your ass again

“Honey, you better learn to shut that pretty mouth before I put it to better use.” 

“Oh, that is it! You disgusting-“ You go to whirl around but are met with Buck’s back. 

Bro, how did he move that fast?

He’s standing between you and the gun now

“Touch her again, and you die.” 

Gone is the sweet cinnamon roll that was begging you to cum on his lips, No, now he’s angry. He towers over this bitch and gun or not, no one is putting their hands on you. He’s not sure how he’ll protect you, but he’s going to die trying if that’s what it takes. 

“How noble.”The man who’d kidnapped you rolls his eyes and looks at his gun before shooting the man standing in front of Buck.

You scream and hide behind his back, and Buck barely flinches. He turns to look over at him, narrowing his eyes. 

“I don’t do perverts. That’s not what I’m here for. C’mere, honey.” he holds his arm out to you, and you hesitantly walk over. 

“Anyone else want a piece of this?” He gestures to you with the gun. “No? Good. I catch any of you even looking at her like you want to attack her, and that's your fate.” 

He takes charge of your ropes now and pulls you along into a large circular room. You’re instructed to stand on a box that makes you as tall as Buck, you’re tied together chest to chest, and they make sure not to touch you in any way you might not like. Your legs are tied together awkwardly, and both of your feet are tied separately… you’re not even close to his height, so they don’t even try to bind them to his. 

A large hook is brought over, and you’re attached to it securely. It starts to rise slowly, and you look around.

“What the heck are you doing?” Buck's voice is almost comically confused, and you might’ve giggled if you weren’t there with him. Suddenly, the floor starts to open, revealing a shimmering pool of water. Your mouth drops, and Buck gasps. 

“Oh no…” He says quietly, and you’re on the exact same page

“That is really cool.”

“This has got to be the coolest way to die.”

“Drowning is my number one fear, but wow, this is straight up out of a movie.” 

“Me too!” Buck wriggles in the rope.s “Oh my god are you also afraid of-“ 

“Clowns!”

“Hamsters!” 

You stare at him, blinking slowly at the excited smile on his face. You snort and look away because god he looks so stupid and it’s so cute and you’re crushing so hard and-

“I’m sorry, did you just say 'Hamsters” Dude, what did they ever do to you?” One of the guys standing next to you, the one keeping you from swinging wildly, looks at Buck like he’s insane 

“My sister had this hamster once when we were kids. And it hated me. I didn’t do shit to that guy!! I even gave him treats! And you know what he did after those treats? He bit me. Every. Single. Damn. Time.” 

You can clearly see the Hamster beef written across his face, and you let your head fall against his shoulder, giggling uncontrollably. 

“Are we done here?” Your kidnapper tilts his head, and you blush a little and look away

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“You did not just get turned on!” Buck hisses in your ear, and you wriggle against him 

“I have a thing for masks! Shut up!” You hiss back, and he bumps his forehead against yours lightly 

“I’ll remember that if we get out of this alive.” 

The kidnapper snaps a few pictures and then leaves you two to hang there. You rest your head against Buck's shoulder and sigh, trying to sort of get comfortable.

He lets his head fall back and blushes when you wiggle against him 

“I’m gonna be real… this is gonna get really awkward really fast, and I’d like to apologize.” 

You giggle and look up at him; you try to shrug your shoulders, and it’s more of a weird cringe. 

“I mean, you were eating me out like however many hours ago… I really don’t think your dick poking me is going to be weird” 

“I don’t know, maybe it’ll make you uncomfortable or something,” Buck mumbles sheepishly, and you wish you could squeeze your thighs together. 

“Uhhh, nope, I think I’m good.”

“Are they flirting?” Josh looks over at Steven as they watch you two from the cameras in the control room; they were strictly told to keep their eyes on you. Steven puts his feet up on the control panel and stuffs some popcorn in his mouth.

“I don’t know. But I hope they end up together.” 

You’re not sure how long it’s been, but your body is starting to fall asleep, and it feels weird as hell.

“You really think Eddie will find us?” 

You and Buck had been periodically talking, getting to know each other somewhat; it’s not like there was anything else to do. 

He actually told you about Eddie, like all about Eddie. Down to the size of his favorite pair of underwear, the one with the little pizzas on it. He mentioned 24-hour shifts being a bitch but you got all the tea. 

Hen was currently mad at Karen, and it had been a few days since they’d… let off some steam. Apparently, it was really starting to get to her. 

You were eager to listen to all the jobs he’d had too, and about the one time he got drunk in Budapest and couldn’t remember a single damn thing but he went home with a random number signed “BW” 

“Yeah, I know he will. Besides, they’re trying to get ransom from Athena so. He knows I’m gone at the least.” 

“Do you think she’ll pay it?” You say quietly, because you don’t exactly know these people and they’re only in it for Buck, why would they also want to pay for you? 

“Oh, absolutely not.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “She won’t need to, not her anyway. She’s the most badass woman I’ve ever met in my entire life. I’m proud to force her to be my mom. She’ll take care of you too, don’t worry… that’s just the kind of person she is. Besides! She’s a cop! It’s her job.” 

His reassurances were nice, honestly, and kinda funny. But you knew in your heart that woman had no problem being his mom, he was worth that kind of love even if he didn’t think he was. 

He was worth a lot of kinds of love. 

“Hey, Y/N?” 

It had been quiet again for a while, you’re like 90% sure you fell asleep there for a minute, or 20.

“Hmm?” You answer, letting your head fall back lazily to look at him. 

“Since you know, we’re gonna “die” and all I hope you know I’m doing the finger quotes”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Okay well, you know, since things are kind of shitty… I’ve just been thinking” 

“About?”

“I didn’t- when we were in the car? I kept thinking about how I was in heaven, you know?” 

Your cheeks flush deeply at the memory, and you wriggle a little against him. “O-okay?”

“And whilst I was, you know, in possibly the best position to ever be in-“

“Just spit it out, Buck.” He was giving you anxiety, but like, good anxiety. Where you just wanted him to get it over with because you knew whatever was coming next was going to be good

"On a scale of one to ten...how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" 

It takes you a second to register the question. Because when you think about it, yeah, he didn’t actually kiss you. He was kissing your neck and your chest, and his hands were tugging at your leggings, and you were pushing him right where you wanted him. 

And he never kissed you.

“I just want to know what it feels like,” He whispers, and you swallow thickly, suddenly nervous for a hell of a lot more reasons than hanging over a pool of water. 

“Probably like a three. So you know, it’s safe”. 

“Maybe I can work that number down.” 

He leans his face down to yours, and he wishes he could hold you to him. Okay, technically you were already against him, so you know, maybe this was fine. He nuzzles his nose against yours, earning a nervous little giggle from you. His lips brush softly against yours, and you tilt your head up just a little to finally connect with him. 

A needy little whimpering noise comes from the back of his throat, and you push your lips against his harder, wishing you could hold onto him. 

His lips move in sync with yours, swallowing the little moans that fall from your lips, and you tilt your head back nipping at his bottom lip, he grins and slips his tongue in your mouth, tangling it worth yours. 

“What I wouldn’t give to hold you.” He groans against your lips, and you melt against him. You can feel his hips shift just a little against yours, and your mind spins with all the ways these ropes happen to be helping in some way. You can feel his hardness pressing into you, and you shift unconsciously against him. 

“Are you guys making out when you’re about to die?!” 

You yelp and pull away from him, well as far as you can, and he looks at you, a little dazed, and a lot excited. 

“Eddie?!” He shouts to the loudspeakers 

“Oh my god.” You laugh incredulously. “Oh my god, he found you.” 

“Us,” Buck corrects you, nuzzling his nose against your face. “He found us. There’s no way we’re not a team now. We just went through almost death together! Plus, you’re really hot, and I’ve had a boner for the last twenty minutes.” 

“You, uh- you know I can hear you, right?” Eddie clicks the button, and his voice echoes around the room. 

“When have I ever been known to have any shame whatsoever,” Buck tells the walls, and you giggle and let your head fall backward. 

“Can you just get us out of here?? Please!” 

“Oh shit yeah- okay! We’ll be down soon.” 

Eddie is sitting on one of the benches while Buck lies across the other, and you’re strapped into the bed. 

“I didn’t realize just hanging around could kill my back,” he groans, and you nod along with him. 

“I didn’t realize you could fit on that seat.” Eddie nods at him, and you snicker when he throws a towel at him. 

It turns out “Jack” was a recently released convict who had a vendetta against Athena, and what other way to get back at her would be better than kidnapping one of her kids? 

It’s almost hilarious that he chose Buck. He’d done it on purpose, too; he knew the things Harry had gone through, and he didn’t want to put any more trauma on the poor kid. May was out of town with her friends, so that left Buck. (who was hurt he was the last choice) 

You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

He really should have had his own ambulance; Eddie and Chimney had to carry him into this one and set him down, but he refused to leave your side, at least until you made him go away. Which for you personally? Seemed like that was never going to happen, and he didn’t really mind that. 

“Welp, all's well that ends well!” Buck sighs, and you turn your head to look at him 

“We just got kidnapped and lost like two days of our lives??” 

“Bro, you’re going to seriously need therapy.” 

“You’re talking.” You huff quietly under your breath, and Eddie’s mouth drops wide open. 

“Dude!?! What did you tell her?!” 

You snort and turn your head to laugh into your pillow, and Buck looks over at Eddie. 

“Hey! Hey! In my defense… There was nothing to do.” 

“You and Marisol are super cute together… but I really think you should open up to her more about your PTSD I think she can handle it”. 

Buck nods along with you, he’d been telling Eddie exactly that for weeks. 

“I should have let your asses drown” 

[joshslater]

Stained

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They say when you are in an accident everything moves in slow motion. That wasn't at all how it felt for me. I was driving down a slight slope toward an intersection out in bumfuckyall, where a truck was waiting at a red light. Why they would put a traffic light out here with nothing but crop fields around is beyond me. Getting some extra revenue from people running the lights perhaps. Not busy enough to warrant the installation though. Maybe to stop traffic when harvesters or whatever pass by, but they would move slowly and be pretty darn visible in this terrain.

The belt tensioner yanked me into the seat at the same time as I heard the crash and I had just time to turn my head back from the fields to see the now milky front window, shattered into thousands of small glass cubes suspended by the plastic film on the back of it, give way to the mass that had been thrown off the flatbed and flung into my windshield. Through the widening gap at the top of the windshield liquid was dumped into the car, all over me, and everything turned into black silence with a strong smell of chemicals.

It all went faster than I could register, and I just sat there still with burning eyes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I somehow had run into the truck. I heard hurried steps outside and someone first trying to open the door then rapping the side window and shouting "Are you hurt, buddy?"

Was I? My shoulder hurt from the seat belt, and I couldn't see anything, but otherwise I wouldn't feel anything damaged. I fumbled a bit to find how to open the door and once successful responded "I'm OK I think. I can't see though."

"Thank Lord. It's wood stain. Had some buckets in the back. Some paint too. It'll make you dizzy and sick, but I wouldn't worry about going blind. Let me help you out and lay you down. I have plenty of water to rinse you."

Despite squeezing my eyes as shut as I could, reasoning that opening them would probably let more paint in than out, I had no problems finding and removing the seat belt, and stepping out of the car. As soon as I was out of the car he grabbed my arm and led me to a spot in front of both vehicles. My mouth tasted of chemicals and I spat on the ground several times.

"Just lie down here, buddy. Are you sure you aren't hurt?" "A bit sore, but nothing really hurts." "That's a relief. The car is probably a write-off with all the damage outside and in. This is all my fault." Without opening my eyes I let myself be guided to the ground while he talked. I could hear the steps of another person getting closer from beyond my car. "It is?" "Casy, get the big jug!" he told the other person, who answered a curt "Yep" in a young man's voice. "I must have put in reverse while waiting for the light and then... reverse into you," he said, talking to me again. "It's a rental. I'm sure they are used to handling things like this." "Just stay still there buddy, and I'll start pouring."

He began pouring water on my face, occasionally wiping with a rag of some sort. "Open your mouth and take some water. Then swig it around and spit it out." We did that a few times. A few more rinses and I dared to open my eyes. He looked like he sounded like. Trucker cap, beard, grey and blue flannel shirt, blue jeans, and boots. Hovering behind him was a boy in his late teens or early twenties, dressed very similarly in camo cap, blue JROTC hoodie, jeans, and boots. For my part I was wood-stain brown and garden-fence white.

"I'm Cliff, this is Casy," Cliff said and gave me his hand to help me up. As I stood up and looked past his pick up I could see my car. It looked worse than I would have expected. While the collision didn't feel that bad, the crumple zones certainly felt it. A few buckets of paint had landed next to it, but clearly the inside was ruined by the ones that had passed through the glass. I had no hope that my travel bag with what little extra clothes I had brought with me had survived either, as I think I had tossed it on the passenger seat. 

"I'm Bradly" "Casy, give Bradly your pop. He can't taste nothing but paint." Casy did a nod and another dull "yep", but jumped into the truck with ease and was quickly out again with a can of Monster. Ignoring that it was opened and with a third gone, I took an eager sip, swirled it in my mouth, and swallowed. When I had emptied the can the taste of oil and paint was almost gone.

"I reckon we need to hose you down before we can do anything else. Casy can stay here while we bring you to the house to clean you up. Then we can figure out how to take care of the car. How's that sound, buddy?"

"Sounds reasonable to me." "I'm sorry, but do you mind getting on the flatbed." He motioned all over my paint-drenched body. "No. Is it far?" "It's a quick drive."

When you are lying on your back on a tarp next to reclaimed wood, slowly drying into the color of an antique table, seeing nothing but the afternoon sky, nothing is a quick drive. I didn't dare move, not so much because I was lying unprotected in the back of a truck that was driving far too fast for my comfort, but because I was soaked in oil and paint and water, and didn't want to mess anything else up. The wind running over my body was chilling, despite the balmy weather. My shoulder and chest hurt from where the belt tightener pulled me back into the seat. Despite the wind there was a strong smell of paint. I felt lightheaded. My mind began to wander. I should probably call the motel that I would be late, or not arriving at all. I was thinking about how I decided to not have a coffee at the diner to get back on the road quicker. I should have bought one. The apple pie slices looked delicious. Eventually however I would see treetops creeping into view and soon after we came to a stop on gravel.

"Where is he?" a woman asked nearby. "Back there," Cliff answered and opened the tailgate. He extended a hand to help me down. "Hey buddy, this is Sarah!" "Hi," Sarah said smiling. "Bradly"

Instead of walking towards the house she motioned toward one of the barns. "Hose is over there. Then you can take a proper shower after." On Sarah's urging I took off everything but my briefs. She suggested I take them off as well, but didn't press the issue. The water was pretty high-pressure and ice cold. Cold water worked better than hot water Sarah claimed, not that hot water was an option outside the house.

Once I was hosed enough that the water didn't run brown anymore, and I felt I was near risking hypothermia, I wrapped myself in an old discolored beach blanket Sarah handed me and we walked back to the house. I shivered and my lightheadedness had turned into a dull, thumping headache. Cliff and the truck were gone. Sarah grabbed one of the white plastic chairs, placed it near the front door, and told me to sit down. "The white paint doesn't stick too bad to the skin, but we're never going to be able to clean this out," she said and touched my hair. I hadn't felt a feeling like that since I used way too much hair gel for Halloween many years ago. It was like my hair and the paint had formed a helmet. She quickly returned from the house with a trimmer on an extension cord. "Sides are not too bad. I can make a flat top," she said and buzzed away, clearly used to taking care of Cliff and Casy. I cringed when I heard it, and was about to stop her, but changed my mind. Better to let her keep as much hair as possible and decide on the real emergency haircut later.

She then led me through the house and what must have been Casy's room, with a home gym and a gaming setup, to his bathroom. Everything was big and roomy, but I guess it is inexpensive to build large when you have lots of land, time, and resources. "Take as much time as you need and use any of the soaps you want. I'll put some clothes on the bed for you. Just throw your briefs in the bathroom bin," Sarah said and left.

I looked in the bathroom mirror, the first time I saw myself after the accident. I looked terrible. The haircut was ugly, of course, but the uneven stain stains all over my body made me look tan and dirty. Like I had spent all day riding a dirt bike in mud, not the last ten minutes being blasted by ice water. I looked as beaten and spent as I felt.

By "any of the soaps" she meant the Axe Total Fresh 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that there were four opened bottles of in various places in the bathroom. Somehow Casy managed to both have a messy bathroom without having much in it. The water felt like a blessing on my cold, bruised body. I just stood there for a while, letting the warm water rinse me. Then I lathered myself completely and rinsed off three times in a row. Neither the foam nor the water looked discolored, and when I dried myself with the one towel in the room it didn't become stained. The image in the mirror however looked disappointingly identical to before. The same stained me, but now with a more acute headache. Everything smelled like Axe Total Fresh, and it did my head no favors.

I peeked into Casy's room. No one was there and the door to the rest of the house was shut, so I entered and looked at the clothes laid out for me on the bed. Only one of each, so no options. First black compression boxers with a wide Nike band. Then a pair of green-brown socks that looked like what the army issues. Some lightly distressed blue jeans with a black leather belt. A military green Under Armour T-shirt in a glossy material with "patriotic" print with stars and almost-US flags on it. A hunting camo baseball cap. Finally a pair of well-worn leather boots. I put it all on, including the hat to cover the ugly hair and the boots because I wasn't sure what the indoor etiquette here was. Everything fit surprisingly well, though I guess she could have looked at the size of my ruined clothes.

I opened the door and stepped out of the room, trying to find Sarah, or anyone really. How long had I been in the shower? Probably an hour, if not longer. "Hello?" "We're over here," I heard Sarah shout from across the house. I walked in the direction of her voice and was soon joined by Cliff who emerged from another room. "How are you feeling, buddy?" he asked in a concerned fatherly manner. "I think I'm about to have an episode of migraine." "That something you've had before." "Never."

"Take your seats. You over here Brad," Sarah said as we turned the corner into a large kitchen with a table laid for four. "Bud... eh, Bradly." I tried to correct her, but she had turned to the big cast iron pot on the stove. Casy already sat by the table with a phone in his hand, but his eyes were firmly on me. His face didn't reveal any expressions.

Sarah placed the heavy pot on the table and with a big ladle filled my plate with a dark stew. "Here you go, Bud," she said. As the smell of beef stock, fresh herbs, carrots, onions, and slow cooked, rich meat reached my nose I immediately recognized the telltales. Weakening of the jaw. The increase in saliva. I almost threw myself out of the chair, rushed over to the sink, and managed just in time to throw up into the sink. I realized I was sweating. Then another heave of vomit. "Oh, poor buddy," Sarah said and patted my back.  "Here, drink this," she said and filled a glass of water from a pitcher. My body heaved a third time, but nothing came out. "Thanks," I replied and took the glass with some apprehension, waiting to see if my body would do something else. Once it appeared safe I took the glass and started to empty it.

"Casy, make one of them shakes for him. He needs to get something in his belly." Almost reluctantly, like I had ruined his meal, Casy got up and moved towards a cupboard. "I just need to rest I think," I said, my head now mercilessly pounding in pain. "Out of the question. You need something to fortify you."

Casy quickly scooped powder from a large plastic container into a workout shaker bottle thing, poured in some water, gave it a quick shake, and handed it to me. I had barely put it to my mouth when Cliff said "He can barely stand. Take him to your room for a nap." "Come then," Casy said and led the way out of the kitchen, with me following sipping the chalky mixture. "You know the way though," he said once out of earshot from the kitchen. Back inside his room he motioned at the bed and said "This is a bed," deadpan to me. I wanted to say it wasn't my fault his day was ruined. In fact, mine had gone way worse than his, but my head hurt too much for me to care. "Thanks." I put my back on the bed and was out in seconds.

The hard plastic of the ear protectors was what made me wake up properly, and it took a moment to realize what it was and get them off. Almost ripped the cap off with them. These were the radio/bluetooth kind that allowed you to listen to music while you worked. Bright, orange colored cups with the rest of it black. I got up from the bed and left them on the sheets. Apparently I was already fully dressed, so I headed to the kitchen. Sarah was there preparing things.

"Mornin' Ma'am." "Good morning, Buddy." I took my seat. Sarah filled a bowl with porridge, drizzled honey over it, set it on the table in front of me together with a spoon. "Better hurry. Cliff is waiting for you." "Yes, Ma'am."

It wasn't until I began eating I realized how hungry I was, so it wasn't a problem to be quick. Not having seconds though felt rough. Just outside the house was Cliff, doing something with a quad to which he had hooked a trailer full of wooden poles. "Mornin', Sir" "Morning Buddy! Get up in the trailer and make sure nothing shakes out while we drive down the fields. "Yes, Sir."

Once we came to a stop after a bumpy ride, Cliff showed me how to operate the earth drill to make holes, then how to insert a pole, and with the sledge hammer drive it down so it fit securely. He then let me do that while he was working on putting up wires for the electric fence. After we had been at it for quite a while Sarah called on the walkie-talkie and said sheriff Miller wanted to talk to us. We unhooked the trailer and drove up to the farm on the quad, me sitting behind Cliff, straddling him.

Outside the main house Sarah and the sheriff waited for us. It was mostly a boring conversation between Cliff and the sheriff that I tuned out of, but then the sheriff turned to me and asked "And who is this?" "It's Buddy, farmhand for the summer," Cliff answered and took a slight step to the side to give room for the sheriff. The sheriff looked me over for a second. "You were here yesterday?" "Yes, Sir." "Did you see anyone come by yesterday afternoon or evening?" "No, Sir." "Anything else out of the ordinary happened yesterday?" "Yes, Sir. I threw up, Sir. Hasn't happened in years, Sir." "Hahaha." He turned to Cliff again. "If anything comes up let me know. It's not the first traveler that's gotten lost around here, but they usually turn up sooner or later." "They have a habit of doing that, causing extra work for the local sheriff while they are wandering about," Cliff answered, smiling back. The sheriff shook his head and opened his car door. "You ain't wrong."

Once the car was well on its way up the dirt road Sarah motioned at cooler that was on the ground. "I was about to come down with lunch to you boys, but perhaps you want to eat it up here." "Yeah, let's take a breather. This was a close call." Cliff opened a small tool bag that was hanging on the quad and pulled out another pair of orange ear protectors, if not the same as earlier. He turned the knob on them and put them on my head. Noise was sloshing around in my ears like waves breaking on a beach. Voices were whispering all around me. It was impossible to focus on a single voice and hear its message. Just a school of slippery tadpoles swimming around and around. Impossible to grab. Somewhere far in the distance I could hear Cliff talking.

"Let's go even harder with the programming. We don't need him cognisant for the rest of the day."

[gigizetz]

Aeolus character design process!

(disclaimer: my writing sucks and I'm not good at explaining things so if it gets a bit weird just know I'm trying my best)

a lot of people have been saying very nice things about my character design for Aeolus in EPIC, and that makes me really happy! So I decided to break it down to show you guys my full process in designing them! :D

When I first listened to the snippet of Keep Your Friends Close I was very excited that this old bearded god man was going to be interpreted by a girl, so the first concept I had was to maximize this contrast by also making my Aeolus appear as a child. Aside from the contrast thing, it would also tie in with their playful personality. Here are some of the sketches I did at the time (around 2022):

Since the beginning I always had the clown aesthetic in mind. Not sure why, just thought it matched the cute playfulness of the character. It was fun combining wind/cloud stuff with the clown aesthetic, like the cloud around the neck and wrists, which was supposed to resemble those ruff thingies that clowns usually wear.

I experimented with a lot of elements, like the headband and the cropped shirt, but I decided to remove and recicle them in other EPIC characters (Odysseus and Circe). Their design was also more feminine, and since I was aiming for a more androgynous look this would be changed later.

I remember around this time I saw a video of Jay where he said he envisioned Aeolus having a more calm nature aesthetic, so I decided to change my design to better match what he had in mind. I made the hair wavier, with clean and smooth lines, made sure that Aeolus would act less clown-like, rarely stand up and never abandon the cloud. These doodles better resemble the current design:

it was also around this time that I designed the island in the sky. My biggest inspiration was New Super Mario Bros. WII world 7, mainly because of the chill vibes and cute fluffy clouds. So I took that and threw the combined aesthetic of a child's playroom and ancient Greece temple on top of it and it was done.

Right now here's the full body reference of them:

I'm very proud of it, I think it matches the themes and feelings I had in mind while also translating their personality quite well. The color palette is a simple blue/yellow/red, but the simplicity helps to complement the childish appearance. Their outfit is comfy, cute, and something you'd like to sleep in. The round shapes makes them adorable. Overall a cute little gremlin that is also a very powerful god.

[3hunnidstunt]

nsfw mdni

nerd plug! eren brainrot

cw : chubby r, nerd eren ( he’s a two faced cunt ) drug useage n smoke, small thigh/lap riding, fingering , sex with glasses on, tiny cockwarming, dirty talk, praising, creampie, shotgunning, small mention of r bein girly, ( i write w black r in mind ) not proofread might be some spelling errors i’m tired mdni

eren would be seen as an innocent, quiet boy who doesn’t care about his surroundings - only mindful to his little bubble. he’s passing all his classes, always at the library studying for upcoming exams and just being the sweet boy he is. and you’d watch from afar a few feet away from him. he’s cute and quiet. you felt bad at how he would chase after some girl who didn’t want anything to do with him. you envied him too - how he would get praised and congratulated for everything he does. the only time he ever talked to you was during a project for chemistry. he paid no mind to you always mumbling how you’re a distraction to him and you should quiet down. he wanted nothing to do with you. you, your glossy lips, those pretty lashes you keep batting at him, your perky boobs that try to escape from the low cut shirt, nor those mini skirts. he tries to not be somewhat mean to you because you’re just so sweet and nice.

now he’s sitting on your couch, a little space between you and him. the show from the tv playing while he lights up his blunt. he’s tired from all the exams and test and shit assignments. but he has you and his weed. he’s running his palm on your leg that’s thrown on his lap, massaging the smoothness of it. he can feel you staring at him. his hair out of that bun, resting on his shoulder while a few strands cover his eyes, his pink plump lips wrapping around the blunt and he’s hanging his head back to blow out the smoke in the air. your breath hitch - he looks so good and it’s making you clench your thighs an random shiver running through your body.

you’re taken back when he looks other you - a wide grin on his pretty face “ got something on my face, love? ” he teases and you frown shaking your head. he removes his hand from your thigh wrapping it around your waist pulling you onto his lap. you’re practically naked compared to him - a crop top with care bear design and panties while he’s in a white tee and sweats. he’s finally happy now that you’re become comfortable around him. “ you starin at me hard. you want some? shit makes you feel good ” he offers but you still and hesitant “ ren i don’t smoke - you know that ”. you take off his foggy glasses off cleaning them with the towel before putting them back. you feel cozy on his lap ( he’s manspreading ) as you wrap your arms around him hiding your face between his neck and shoulder even though you’re watching him smoke. his hand resting on your lower back as you grind on his lap, biting your lip to not let out that whine you’re holding in.

“ what’re you trynna do? ” he spoke realizing how quiet you’ve been and the little damp spot on his sweat. you ignore him gripping on his tee tightly finally letting out a broken moan. he placed the blunt down both hands on your hips trying to stop you. “ ren… wan’ you so bad ” you let out totally absentmindedly. “ fuck what should i do with you? could’ve been a good girl and tell me that ” he laughs standing up with his ashtray walking up the stairs to your room. he placed them on the bed while he drops you as well. “ you so fucking wet. why you so wet precious? talk to me ” his voice so sultry while removing your damp panties making your shiver at the cold air. you were so wet you started dripping down on the sheets. he didn’t get a response which he wasn’t so happy at “ you like watching me smoke, thought that shit wasn’t good for me ” you while your head grabbing the hem of his shirt as he ran two fingers through your slit. “ looked so good rennie.. please ”

he removed his shirt, his fingers now warming up inside your velvety walls gathering all your wetness. your lips parting into an “ O ” letting out little whimpers and babbles while eren is complete in a daze at how your sucking his fingers in, wetting them. your thighs threaten to close once his thumb begins rubbing on your little clit. “ so wet baby, talk to me what do you want? wanna hear it ” he watches you with bloodshot eyes as you stutter - trying to not mess up your words. “ need you t’ fuck me- please i-i…ren ” he nods fully understand. his fingers leave your weeping cunt to pull down his sweats and boxer. his cock so pretty. little trimmed hairs, he’s long and thick, a few veins and a pretty pink tip. he lines his leaking tip at your hole. you hold on the bedsheet with a passion, tear blurring your eyes as you moan trying to take what he gives you.

you soak him up so much making it easier for him to slide inside. he stays still for a bit, grabbing the almost finished blunt and lighting it up. he takes a long drag before leaning down tapping your cheek for you to open up which you do. the smoke blow in your mouth and you hold it in for a while before blowing it out infront of his face. he gives a little smile getting up holding onto your waist as he gives one hard thrust shocking you. he continues watching how you squirm beneath him. your braless boobs moving freely from his thrusts and a little bugle forming from your tummy. “ omgomg fuck ren.. oh my god ” your brain empty and your getting dizzy. the puff of smoke around the air making you feel hot. the blunt finishes and he’s completely high. lifting your top revealing your boobs and hard nipples. “ fuckin’ take it , just like that mama. tell rennie how good you feel ” he manages to grunt out, cursing as your nails starch his back. “ so fuckin good daddy - mak-ing me feel so so good ”

he snatches a hair tie he spot from the bed doung his regular hairstyle but way messier and his glasses were getting foggy again which he swiped. he wants to see you. he could tell your about to cum , your eyes rolling back, broken moans and cries, you’re babbling lost in pleasure. “ move your hand princess- gotta take all of this ” and when he see you try to push him farther he pulls out. you whine now that your orgasm is fading away “ nonono! ren please ‘m sorry ” you apologize but he ignores you turning you around on all fours. he slips back in so easily as he presses on your back to finish the arch. “ push me away again and i leave you here all needy and crying. ” he threatens. he runs his hands on your cute rolls and your ass living how well they fit you. he grabs your hair ( natural, braids, locs, or wig etc ) pulling your face up where he can see those fresh tears running down your chubby cheeks. “ why you crying mama ‘ts too much for you huh ” he tease while grabbing on your neck hovering over you to kiss your lips. all messy. drool leaking on either side. “ gonna cum - please let me cum daddy ‘m sorry pleaseplease ” he shushes you kissing away the salty tears while he rubs your clit. a sticky ring of cum starts to form on his cock completely coating him “ cum baby let it out… want all of it c’mon ”. his thrusts get faster and harder while he slaps your ass, his head hung back as he hold your waist tightly cumming.

this is lowkey the longest i’ve written, so proud of myself :3

Masterlist

[yanderefarm]

I’m in a mean mood rn and want to punish Phillip for no reason. (I know it’s not really a punishment since he’d let reader do anything but shh work with me here)

Imagine a reader who has a bunch of work ti do and is really tense so Phillip starts like “let me take care of you” and trying to make them take a break but reader is so on edge that he just ends up pushing them over it instead. So now since he’s been such a distraction while reader is trying to work he needs to be punished.

Him and his stupid, sexy body are too tempting so his cock needs to be locked in a cage and he’s gonna get tied up, forced to kneel out of sight with his arms behind him. And that silver tongue of his will definitely be a problem so he gets gagged as well.

Now reader obviously can’t punish him fully right now cause they need to finish work so he’ll sit there until they’re done. Then he’ll be taken over and bent across the desk in order to be spanked for being so damn tempting. And why stop at just spanking his ass? Give his balls a few whacks, turn him over and crop those sensitive nipples of his, turn his thighs different shades of red too.

And now that reader has finished work and gotten rid of some of their angry stress Phillip can be untied and uncaged 🥰 they can both take a quick break for snacks and water and then he can ride the reader until he’s completely sure all their stress has dissipated

(Sorry it ended weird I got distracted halfway through writing)

cw;; bondage, caning, age gap, chastity cage

Phillip's figure ever present at your side, always right within arm's reach like a doting mother watching her child's first steps. But you are not a child. His ability to always be present by your side for your needs is usually a good thing, if you need a drink or snack he'll be able to get it for you immediately. But when you're already overstimulated and aggravated by the idiocy and greed of nobility the last thing you want is someone hovering over your shoulder. It's not his fault, you know it's not his fault. But he's so fucking annoying the way he peers over your shoulder almost like a teacher grading your work or his tender smile as he gently corrects a spelling mistake. It's not a surprise when your quill snaps, a mess of ink all over your shirt and the form you now have to refill.

Your hands are shaking as Phillip diligently cleans up the mess and retrieves a clean version of the document for you. Isn't he so nice? And he goes to standing by your side again like he's not at fault.

"....Phillip."

"Yes, your grace?"

"On your knees."

You've clearly caught him off guard as he stands there without moving for a breath.

"Sir?"

"On. Your. Knees. I will not repeat my order again."

You can hear his breath hitch slightly before he falls to his knees besides you. His hands rest on his thighs and he looks up at you almost eager for his discipline. You call one of the maids to bring you a discipline rod and rope. It doesn't escape your eyes the way he shivers but his face remains neutral as he shifts his gaze forward.

Once the maid brings you the items you lock the door and ask not to be disturbed. She has barely contained glee seeing the figure of Phillip in such trouble, no doubt about to inform the whole manor that the most loyal sadistic butler has earned himself discipline. The humiliation is certainly part of the punishment.

"Undress."

Phillip doesn't hesitate to begin undressing, determined not to gain anymore of your ire.

"Your grace... I apologize for speaking out of turn but may I ask... What did I do that displeased you?"

You caught yourself blushing and looking to the ceiling as he removed his pants and underwear. You clicked your tongue against your teeth.

"You're the one who caused me to destroy my quill and spill ink everywhere. Are you not going to take responsibility?"

"Ah..." His voice was like a knowing parent and he smiled to himself as he lowered his head. It reignited your anger again.

The wooden rod cracked down against his naked thigh.

"Stop looking down on me."

Before he could try to defend himself you cracked the rod against his thighs again. The sound of it against bare skin was loud enough to be heard out in the hall but Phillip did not make a sound. Still his thighs were quick to turn red and his eyes wet with the hint of tears. The most disgusting part was that his cock was hard, red, and dripping.

You poked the tip with the wooden rod. "Do you even have any shame and remorse for your actions?"

Before he could speak you hit his thighs again finally earning a strained noise from the words caught in his throat. You grabbed his neck forcing him to look up towards you.

"You're nothing but a vile pervert getting enjoyment from this."

The tears gathered in his eyes finally spilled down his cheeks as he looked up at you. He looked wrecked. His pink lips opened slightly while his breathing was rough and shakey. Tears cascaded down his cheeks from his wide red eyes that gazed at you with admiration and shame. His thighs were red with the outline of the wooden rod's lashes against his tender skin. The hands that rested in fists above the lashes were trembling. And again there was his leaking red cock with pre cum dribbling down from the tip.

"Unsightly."

You ignored the way the sight made your own cock twitch against your pants and instead you went to your desk, dragging the man by his neck with you. His sinful form half crawling across the floor to follow you was definitely not helping. There in your desk drawer you found an abandoned cock cage once given to you as a gift from a religious zealot.

After figuring out how to force your servant's length into the little cage you turned away from him. You abandoned the discipline for later because you had work to get back to. But it's not like you could let Phillip just go back to hovering over your shoulder. You grabbed the length of rope you'd asked for before and you began tying him up tightly. He obediently allowed himself to be completely restrained with his discarded underwear serving as the perfect gag.

You pressed your foot against one of his thighs, enjoying the way it brought fresh tears to his eyes. "Be good and sit there until I'm done working, we'll continue your punishment then."

He wasn't going to leave your office without being bruised and sore. And leaking cum down his legs if he's lucky.

[starrdevereauxx]

Caught Outdoors

By Starr Devereauxx 💋

Dev has been keeping a low profile since the incident at Brandon’s wedding. She’s been doing her best to keep her head out of her lustful thoughts and get back to business. It’s been hard for her to find her rhythm back to normalcy.

Taking a pause on her photography, Dev decided to take time to just pour into her and find out what her goals and aspirations are. Dev is really looking into herself and figuring out what really moves her.

One morning Dev went for a walk to a beautiful park nearby. She felt the need to be outside, since nature is one of her favorite places to be. She took her journal, her morning coffee, and her favorite headphones and took a seat on a bench under a beautiful weeping willow tree. She wore a pink plaid skirt with a red heart crop sweater that barely covered her pierced nipples. The sun was shining all over her freshly oiled body as she began to journal her inner thoughts.

“Dear Journal,

Since I let Brandon fuck me, all I do is think about being fucked all the time. Submitting all my holes to anyone, any time, anywhere. My body aches to be used by a dick whenever I see someone just walking by me. I was in the store yesterday and a man said hello to me, I instantly wanted his dick in my mouth. Just to suck him til he came all over my mouth and down my throat. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body while he took out his frustrations on my tight pussy and my plump asshole. I wanted to be delightfully punished, then sent on my way. I’m so horny right now. I could fuck myself right here just thinking about it…..”

Dev noticed that her panties instantly became soaked while she was writing. Her intrusive thoughts got the best of her and she had get this nut out of her, her pussy was aching with excitement.

Dev looked around to see who could see her. There were a few passers by but not a lot of people. She parted her legs towards the sun and reached down in her panties, opening her lips and gently rubbing her clitoris gently as it began to get wetter and wetter the deeper her thoughts went. She kept her eyes open to see who could see her, almost not caring she began to rub harder. She took her other hand and put her fingers in her asshole, pushing in and out. She imagined in her mind that a stranger was taking her anal cavity for a hard rough ride, while another stranger ate her pussy from the front.

Dev began to moan loudly in the middle of the park, taking deep breaths and dripping all over the bench, getting closer and closer to climax. There was a rustle in the bushes behind her. She quickly paused to look around to make sure she didn’t have an accidental audience. She didn’t see anyone, so she continued to her climactic journey.

Rubbing aggressively against her clitoris and fingering her asshole, mouth wide open feeling an imaginary dick inside it as she squirted all over her panties, the bench and even watered a flower below. Dev’s flushed face showed her satisfaction as she pulled herself together to walk home. She removed her underwear and carried them home, letting her thick chubby pussy blow in the wind underneath her skirt. The light breeze tickled and teased her with every step she took.

On her way home, she couldn’t help like she was watched the entire time she was out there. Not that she cared about being watched, but just wanted to remain safe outside vulnerable for the taking.

Dev made it back home and showered to prepare for the rest of her day. Soon as she was finishing her shower, a note slid under her door. She jumped back immediately frightened. Who would do such a thing? Was she seen at the park? Was she followed home?

Wrapped in her bath towel, she bends down to pick up the envelope. It’s addressed to “the gardener”. Dev became puzzled by the title, but opened it any way.

The letter read..

“My dick throbbed watching you water the flowers. Next time, you’ll be doing that on my throbbing dick”

Dev didn’t know how to feel. One part of her was scared to death of a stranger watching her and following her home. On the other hand, she was aroused at being objectified and being used to cum. A part of Dev enjoyed the thought of some stranger jacking his member to her pleasing herself. She put the note in her journal and kept going about her day.

Dev ran some errands, had a few meetings and then went to a near by cafe to finish up some work. The entire day went extremely well, but she couldn’t get over the fact that someone watched her fuck herself in public. She decided to take the long way home and ended up passing the park she was at during this morning’s sunrise. Seeing how the sun was starting to set, she felt this was the perfect time to do her evening journal entry and take in the sunset.

Dev pulled her car up the park and took her journal to the same unoccupied bench she sat at this morning. This time she was wise and removed her panties before she even got out the car, just incase she was inspired to “garden”.

She pulled out her journal and the letter fell out. She thought, “I wonder if he’s out here right now?”, then took the letter and sniffed it. Taking a long deep breath, she felt her blood rushing and couldn’t hold back any longer. She parted her legs, pussy already dripping with anticipation.

The bushes began to move. She jumped up.

“Hello, someone there?” Dev called out.

Nothing.

She walked around the bench and close to the bush to see if she could see someone.

Nothing.

Then suddenly rushing towards her, a tall figure came behind her, holding her hands behind her back and subduing her. Dev couldn’t break free.

She could feel his dick poking her in her back, hard as steel. He’s breathing hard on her neck, and it’s making her increasingly horny. For a second, he just holds her and they are just standing there breathing hard. Dev breaks the silence.

“Sir, what are you doing?” She said softly.

“I see you got my note” he said while his other hand begins to take off his belt and open his pants.

“Sir please, I don’t know what you want.. don’t hurt me” Dev begs.

“You came here because you want this. I’m gonna treat you like the little slut you are” he replies, dick fully exposed.

Dev immediately feels her mouth water. She manifested this moment and she wasn’t about to let it pass her by. He was right, she did want this, and now she’s gonna get it.

The stranger begins to massage her big vanilla breasts as he’s telling her all the things he’s going to do with her. Dev isn’t even putting up a fight. She’s acting helpless but hoping for all the things he’s saying. She continues to beg him to stop, and her begging is only turning him on more.

The stranger’s dick is pulsating so hard that he can’t bare to hear her talk anymore. He pushes her on her knees and forces his giant dick in her mouth. Dev’s eyes and pussy begin to water. He thrusts his member back and forth, in and out of her wet mouth. He released a hard breathing moan. Dev begins sucking his dick so well, she almost forgets that she’s being forced. The stranger begins to go harder using her throat as his personal fuck toy.

“Suck my dick like a good little whore. I’m going to make you my little cum dump. You are gonna drink my cum. You wanna drink my cum you little bitch?” He said lustfully to Dev.

She shakes her head yes with delight in her teared filled eyes.

He drops his head back and smiles. He begins to go harder. Dev can barely breathe. He’s training her throat in the middle of the park. The sunset is their backdrop to this dick sucking event.

It’s been about 15 mins and he’s close to releasing his orgasm.

Dev awaits his cum.

The stranger holds his head up and grabs her by the back of the head.

“I’m about to cum, open your mouth wide slut. Open your throat for me. Swallow me bitch. I’m right there, I’m rig-“

He explodes in her mouth, filling her mouth with a giant load of his cum. It’s spilling out the corners of her mouth and her eyes are wide as she chokes a little.

She gulps and then licks her lips clean, Leaving no trace of his load. Dev opens her mouth to show him that she’s swallowed him whole.

He pats her on the head in approval.

“Good girl, that’s my good little whore” the stranger smiles.

Dev smiles back “thank you sir”

She gets up and walks back to get her journal off the bench and walks back to her car. Just to see another note on her window.

She looks around to see if the stranger is around and he seems to have vanished in the wind.

“I’ll be seeing you again soon” the note reads.

Dev holds the note close to her chest and smiles. She starts her car and drives home. As she drives home, her body is still reacting to what has happened.

She pulls into her parking garage and sits there for a moment before gathering her things.

She unlocks her car and gets out. Waiting for the elevator to get to her high rise apartment, she’s holding the note in her hands. She makes it to her door.

Dev punches in the code to her door and suddenly someone covers her mouth and said

“I hope this isn’t too soon”

The door opens.

To be continued…..

[kittysarchive]

Teachers pet, Jay

first time writing this kind of smut so please be kind :)

warnings- uni au, smut, professor Jay, small age gap (legal), sir/daddy kink, mean Jay,

"F-fuck, such a slut" Jay groaned out as his cock entered your pussy. Leaning over the desk, Jay got the perfect view of your ass, the same one he dreamed of slapping.

Whining as he branded you a slut, you push your ass behind you, forcing his member deeper inside your needy pussy. Getting the message, he slams his hips forward.

"Such a dirty girl" His hands grope your ass as he thrusts you against his desk. Class having ended a few minutes ago.... anyone could walk in; anyone could see him fuck you, the failing student.

"You want to pass" Jay laughs, slapping your ass hard, just as he dreamed off. You nod your head, small whines coming out of your needy body. Seeing the way he turned you, the way you were so desperate from him made him harder.

Gripping both ass cheeks, he forced his member harder and deeper into your cunt. Fucking you harder, faster and deeper for that grade you so desperately needed. Hovering over your body to your ear, he whispered into your ear.

"How would your friends feel? Seeing you fucked by the professor" The way his voice purred in your ear caused you to clench hard around his cock. Quickly pulling out of your pussy, he wanted to see your tits. Instructing you to turn around, you now sat on the desk.

"M-more daddy" You whine out as Jay quickly thrusts into your warmth. Hands groping your tits, he already knew he was going to fuck you more than once. Force you to earn that higher grade. Pulling up that slutty shirt, that tight cropped top, Jay's met with an even sluttier bra.

"All for you daddy" You smile. Jay's slow thrusts allow you to speak easier. A small black bra, covered in lace. Braely covering your tits, the bra hangs low, showing your breast while being covered in small black bows. Mouthwatering, he doesn't remove the bra. Cupping his hands over your tits, his thrusts speed up.

"Good girl" His eyes never leave your tits, gripping them hard as he pulls your body closer to his. Ass barely on the desk, the new angle allows him to feel you more, to fuck you deeper.

"Where do you want it?" Referring to his cum, you give a cute smile, pointing to your bra. Groaning at the thought of walking home with his cum covered bra...possibly leaking through to your shirt, brings him far closer to his release then Jay wanted.

"Such a slut" Jay grunts, pulling out, you slide down onto the floor. Kneeling on the floor, he fists his cock quickly before realising onto your black bra. Cum coating both your bra and exposed tits, allows you to feel his warm, almost burning seed.

"See me again and I may think about letting you pass the topic" Jay breaths out, catching his breath as he tucks his cock away.

[ningvory]

yunjin x bratty reader? (6th member lesserafim)

parings: yunjin x bratty!6th member reader

synopsis: you’re such a tease to your fellow member yunjin, you decide to take it up a notch and wear something too revealing, making her snap and punish you <33

warnings: clit slapping, readers is a tease, scissoring, brat tamer yunjin 😵‍💫😵‍💫 was half asleep writing this so ignore any mistakes you see♡

you’re le sserafim’s only ‘02 liner and boyy were you a tease, with your main target being yunjin. you would purposely wear crop tops that would reveal your tits to practice, knowing that she would stare. whenever you would be standing in front of her, you would push your ass against her crotch, making her grip onto your waist signaling you to stop but you would just wiggle on her crotch and giggle.

you would have such a mean attitude!! whenever yunjin would try to get close you would just shove her off, telling her not to touch you. you would continue to do this until you wanted her to snap on you!! forcing her to fuck the brat outta you <3

you put on the tightest shirt you owned that just so happens to be a white button up crop top and whenever you would bend down you’d give everyone who was looking a whole view of your tits. you paired this with a skimpy baby pink skirt that does nothing to cover you up, deciding you weren’t gonna wear panties. your cunt and ass on display whenever you would bend over. you made your way to yunjin’s room to present your slutty outfit to her.

“hey unnie, how do i look? i’m gonna go out with some of my friends.” you asked yunjin posing in positions that would show your tits and ass to her. you were definitely lying about going out with your friends but she didn’t have to know that!

something in yunjin snapped, all the anger that was in her exploded as she got up and pinned you to the door, locking it in the process.

“you’re not going anywhere in that slutty ass outfit of yours.” yunjin growled, pressing herself against you.

that’s how you ended up in this predicament, your face wet from the stream of your fat tears running down your face. you’re sitting on top of yunjin, legs hooked onto hers as she spread them, giving her access to land smacks to your pussy.

“ngh- unnie!! i’m sorry- fuck!” you tried apologizing to her but sorry wasn’t gonna cut it. she landed harsh smack to your clit, making you quiver on top of her.

“your pathetic apologies aren’t gonna cut it this time around, y/n.” yunjin sternly said, landing smack after smack onto your clit making you moan and arch your back off of her.

“don’t tell me your enjoyin’ this. how would our member think, hearing how much of a slut their member is?” yunjin smirked as she was degrading you while continuing to slap your bundle of nerves.

she then made you switch positions, your were now laying across her legs and she began to slap your pussy again, “you’re getting 50 more slaps and each time you mess up the count, i’ll start over.” yunjin told you as she began to brutally smack your pussy.

“how many?” yunjin asked after landing around 10 smacks to your clit.

“n-nine?” you asked her, hoping you were right, “it was ten you slut. start over from one.” she said slapping your clit. she kept asking you everytime she counted up to a ten, but you just kept messing up!! making her sigh and tell you that it was incorrect and that you’ll start all over again :((

“how many?” yunjin asked again, landing about 50 more slaps to your quivering clit. you were so braindead you didn’t even register what she asked until she pulled your hair, “how many you braindead slut?” she asked more harshly. “fifty!” you squealed out.

“you actually guessed right, but i’m not done with you.” yunjin said, picking you up to lay you down on the bed.

she came began to undress the bottom half of her, removing her sweats and her panties, crawling to you. she put your left leg on her shoulder and sat ontop of your right.

“i think you just need a good fuck. you’re so cute when your not trying to be such a brat to me,” yunjin said as she began to rock her hips into your cunt, making both of your clits bump into each other repeatedly.

your moans were on the verge on screams due to all the stimulation yunjin gave your clit earlier, she had to cover your mouth with her hand as she began to rock more quicker onto your cunt. bringing you both to your release. you squirted all over yunjin with a high-pitched moan that was muffled by yunjin as she threw her head back, letting out low moans as she finally came too.

[blessedwithabadomen]

The Hands of Temptation

Oli Sykes x Reader x Noah Sebastian • smut 🔥 • 3.7k words

Hi!! This is my first time writing both Oli and Noah because I've been bloody obsessed with them since they started this tour together and I'm already working on a longer story with several chapters because I'm nowhere near done with these two!! I hope you enjoy this, comments and reblogs and asks would be lovely and soooo appreciated 💗

•••

Taking time off from work to follow a tour wasn’t exactly anything new to you. Live music had been your saving grace for years and you’d basically started travelling to see shows as soon as you’d turned old enough to rent hotel rooms. It was a lifestyle you were well adjusted to. This tour, however, still held a sense of excitement and novelty that wasn’t even remotely comparable to those you’d done in the past - mainly because this time, you were following your boyfriend’s tour.

Your train had gotten into Cardiff terribly late, leaving you to hop into a cab immediately and all but dump your suitcase in Oli’s dressing room before roaming the venue to find him. You waved to several people you’d gotten to know over the past months you’d been dating Oli until someone pointed you into a direction that seemed promising and then finally, finally the arms you’d been missing so much were wrapped around your body.

In fact, you had barely registered that you had found the right place when you were pressed agains a solid chest, strong hands keeping you in his embrace, a familiar scent infiltrating your nose. You relaxed into him immediately, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you let all tension go, holding onto the man you loved.

“Missed you so much,” he mumbled into you hair, pressing a soft short kiss to it before letting you go. You finally took all of him in.

He was prepared for the show already, dressed in his stage outfit, in all red, a cropped jacket and nothing underneath. You let your hands run over the skin on his belly, moving upwards to rest them on his chest. He smirked down at you, only reluctantly taking hold of your wrists and removing himself from your touch.

“Love, if you don’t keep your hands off me, I’ll never get on stage.”

You made a second attempt, allowing him to let go of you just for you to immediately reach for him again, but he was quicker. With a surprisingly smooth move, he had you pinned against the wall behind you, hands over your head, lingering close but not touching in any other way than to keep you still.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying this,” you teased back.

“That’s why I need to keep you at arm’s length. Because in a minute, I’ll be enjoying this too much.”

Oli pressed his lips to yours, soft and strong at the same time, and you wanted nothing more than to deepen the kiss, but as quickly as he was on you, he was gone again.

“Now be a good girl and behave. Until after the show.”

The door flying open was as unexpected as it was shocking, making you jump slightly under Oli’s grip. Both of you turned your heads toward the intruder, which turned out to be none other than Noah Sebastian, looking like a deer in the headlights. Oli didn’t even pretend to let go of you a little.

“Wrong fucking room, Noah,” Oli shouted, but not without a grin on his face. It seemed to pull Noah out of his stupor. He shook his head, clearly amused at the situation, giving you one more look before shutting the door again.

But oh, you’d seen something in his eyes.

•••

It was over halfway through Bring Me The Horizon’s set, which you were watching with awe and love from the side of the stage, hidden away from the view of everyone apart from the band itself, when Noah made his next appearance. You knew from Oli that he was going to go on stage with him for Antivist, but he was a little early and you couldn’t help but wonder if you played a part in that.

“Noah, but I think you already know that,” he said as he offered you his hand. Your eyes travelled over the tattoo there, how it made his large hand look almost delicately beautiful, before taking it. You almost jerked away when his skin touched yours, an electric current making its way through your body and ending right between your legs.

When you looked up at his face again, you knew you weren’t the only one who felt it. He quickly pulled back, as if your touch was fire to his skin. For a moment, you genuinely questioned why. Then you remembered he had seen you with Oli. He had no reason to know it was fair game still.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you were staring at each other when a stage hand appeared out of nowhere to let him know he was going to be on in a minute. All you could do was quickly tell him your name in return before he took his place, put on his mask, and seconds later, walked out onto the stage to roaring applause.

The two of them were a force to behold together. You couldn’t take your eyes off them. Their voices, their performance, their energy. You wondered how all of it would translate to an entirely different domain.

•••

For some reason, you were still backstage. The show had ended a little while ago and usually, Oli would be impatient to leave, get you to a hotel room and do everything he’d been promising to do for you for weeks, but instead, you both lingered. You were in his lap, leaning against his chest, his hands possessively tracing over your legs, and when you saw Noah take a seat opposite you, you wondered if this had been Oli’s plan all along.

Noah had buried his head in his phone, but you could easily see him glancing over the edge of the screen again and again. You noticed a movement from your boyfriend, a cough, and suddenly the backstage room was empty bar the three of you. Oli pulled you a little closer. You could feel his heartbeat against your back and you wondered if it was the same for him.

“Trust me?” he asked, as if it was any question at all. If there was one thing our whole relationship centered around it was the idea of full, unquestionable, all-enveloping trust. It had always been detrimental for you, but being in an open realtionship now, there was simply no way for it to work without it. So yes, you trusted him, fully, with your whole being. Whatever he was planning, whatever he wanted to do to you, with you, for you, he knew your limits as well as your kinks and fantasies. So you melted into his arms, ready and willing for him to take the reigns.

“Good show, Noah,” Oli turned to him. Any secret spying over the edge of his phone screen was immediately abandoned to openly stare back at your boyfriend… and you. It removed all other thoughts from your brain, your ears suddenly unable to take in the small talk they were pretending to have, as you felt yourself coming alive under Noah’s eyes.

Under Noah’s eyes and Oli’s hands. His fingers were toying with your fishnet tights, pulling at the strings and letting it snap back against your skin, the warmth of his hands seeping through, becoming bolder, moving all over. There was no break in the conversation, no sign that he was affected at all, as he put his hands on the insides of your thighs, spreading them apart, but you could feel him against you, growing harder already. Noah gulped audibly which would have gotten a chuckle out of you if Oli hadn’t chosen that moment to toy with the soft fabric of your hotpants.

Noah was apparently losing the gift of speech quickly, as his sentences made less and less sense, ridden with fillers and pauses, eyes flicking up and down your body. You were happy to indulge him. Spreading your legs a little further still, Oli chuckled into your ear, obviously amused at you being so eager, and let his fingers slip under the crotch of your shorts. It was a tight squeeze that had you gasping at the sudden intensity of his touch, even through your panties, but it had the desired effect on Noah, who stood up rather abruptly, then sat back down as the realisation dawned that his pants left nothing to the imagination anymore, a pillow thrown into his lap. You couldn’t help but sigh at the idea of getting a little closer to the very thing tenting his fabric now.

“You wanna fuck her, don’t you?” Oli said, voice still fully under control as his fingers moved slightly against your heat. “Seen the way you look at my girlfriend. Were you gonna do anything about that or just go back to your room and jack off?”

Noah was back on his feet now, wincing slightly as he held the pillow closer, as if it made any difference at all, a defensive stance as he took a step back. “Listen, Oli, I’m sorry, I know she’s your girl, I wasn’t-”

Oli’s laugh stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Sit the fuck down, Noah.” In his apparent confusion, he did as told. “I love this one more than anything,” Oli said, pressing a quick kiss to your hair that added a flutter to your stomach that, for once, had nothing to do with his hand between your legs. “But you know how it is. We don’t always see each other a lot. Tour, recording, her work. So we’ve got an agreement. When we’re apart, we’re free to fuck other people. Well… we’re not apart right now, but we might try something new. Isn’t that right, love?” You could only nod, more than ready to go with whatever he was planning. “Don’t you wanna take Noah here back to our room? While I watch? Bet he can fuck you real good.”

Noah’s pillow was all but forgotten. You didn’t know him very well, but he didn’t seem like the type to be lost for words very often, but now, not a single sound managed to leave his mouth as he stared at you, Oli’s hand between your thighs, Oli’s face, back to yours, as if waiting for someone to jump up and call it all a prank.

When it didn’t come, his reaction was clear.

“I’ll call a taxi.”

•••

Hooking up with a stranger wasn’t new. Hooking up with Noah Sebastian while your boyfriend was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the hotel room watching your every move proved to be very different. His eyes seemed to be burning holes into you and if you had been any less sure that he was more than into this, it would have made you self-conscious.

But Noah was looking down at you with hunger and desire and it made your skin prickle in a way that had you anticipating his every move.

“No kissing on the mouth,” you explained. It was the one rule that you and Oli had given each other and you’d never disregarded it. As far as you knew, neither had he. “Apart from that…” You slung your arms around his neck, pulling him slightly down to you, letting your breath hit his ear as you spoke. “...do with me whatever you like.”

He didn’t wait for any further invitation. His lips were on your neck, a soft kiss turning into a bite within seconds, his arms wrapping around you, hands coming to rest on your ass. You sighed into him as your fingers tangled into his hair, but he didn’t indulge you for long. Walking you backwards, step by step, you felt him lift his head away from you, only for him to push you onto the bed with such force that the mattress bounced under your body once, twice, before settling down.

Without letting you out of his sight, Noah started undressing. Your eyes were trained on him as he took off his shirt, revealing a body that had you even more impatient for what was to come, followed by his trousers, revealing a growing hard-on. You instinctively sat up, reaching out for him, but he gave you a simple look that had you listen to every word he didn’t even need to say.

When it came to undressing you, he abandoned all thoughts of being gentle. Your shirt was all but ripped from your body before he went to work on your shorts, pulling them down along with your fishnets. A gasp left your mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, right where Oli’s had been just a little while ago.

Oli.

Your eyes wavered away from Noah as you turned your head toward your boyfriend. Oli had slid down the seat a little, eyes considerably darker than the last time you’d looked at them, mouth slightly open, palming himself over his trousers. He was a fucking vision.

“Eyes on me,” Noah barked, immediately making you turn back as he roughly pushed the cups of your bra down, not even bothering to remove the piece of clothing completely as his mouth descended on your breasts. You arched against him enthusiastically, hands back in his hair, as he flicked his tongue against your nipple, fingers massaging the other, then bit down on it with such sudden ferocity that you gasped and moaned all at once. Switching to your other tit, his movements remained unpredictable, keeping you on the edge as he varied between soft touches and harsh treatments.

“You love it, don’t you,” he mumbled against your neck as he peppered it with love bites that would surely bruise by tomorrow. “Having him watch us. Knowing I’m gonna fuck you until you scream. Knowing I get to touch all of you. That I’m gonna be the one to make you come undone. And all he can do it watch and wish it was him.”

All you could do was babble in nonsensical agreement, grasping at whatever flesh you could find, unable to focus on anything in particular, with his mouth on your neck, one of his hands still on your breast as the other started tugging at the waistband of your soaked panties, his dick hard against your leg. Your thighs wrapped around him on their own accord, you were barely aware of it, until he chuckled in your ear, calling you desperate. You knew you were. You didn’t mind. You knew Oli loved you like this, too.

“Can I eat you out?” The change in tone from Noah almost gave you whiplash. It amazed you how quickly he could switch from dominant, almost mean, to careful, attentive to you comfort. You nodded enthusiastically. Your panties were being dragged down your legs. “Spread those thighs for me, show us how wet you are.”

It was only when Noah slid down your body that you realised that Oli had not only gotten up from his seat, but had gotten rid of a majority of his clothes too, only his boxershorts remaining, one hand vanished underneath the fabric as he stroked himself, positioning his body closer to the bed to get a front-view seat of what was happening. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but having another man go down on you, touch you, kiss and bite the insides of your thighs as your boyfriend watched, so obviously turned on by the sight of it all, had you feeling close to climax long before Noah actually slipped his tongue into you.

It was unexpected. You had anticipated it on your clit, perhaps sloppily licking against you, but instead it was inside of you and fuck, he knew what he was doing.

You could have spent eternity with his head between your legs, but as good as his tongue and his fingers were against and inside and all over you, you desperately needed more. Clawing at the back of his head, you pulled him up, groaning at the sight of his chin, his mouth covered in your wetness. It almost made you want him to continue.

“Please, Noah,” you whined instead, “more, I need you.”

You didn’t know where Oli had kept the condom, but it was being handed to Noah the second he moved, as your boyfriend climbed onto the bed next to you. Leaning down to you, he put a hand on your throat, lightly enough not to choke, but with enough pressure to let you know he was there. It distracted you enough that it came as a surprise when you felt Noah’s dick push against you. Your legs fell apart once more and as soon as he started entering you, you were reduced to nothing more but a moaning mess.

“Fuck her hard.”

Noah didn’t hesitate. As soon as he filled you up, he set up a hard, punishing rhythm that had you moving up and down the bed with every thrust. He was so big inside of you that you were sure he would be able to split you in two if he tried and you loved it. His groans were spurring you on further, lost in the way he was trying to hold on as he fucked you, your boyfriend’s hand still on you, then another hand on your clit, you weren’t sure whose, it didn’t matter. You felt yourself getting closer, closer, but it wasn’t quite getting you there, so close to the edge but something was missing, your nails clawing at whatever you could find.

“Kiss her,” Oli decided.

Noah almost faltered in his rhythm, almost.

You looked up at Oli, questions filling your brain as your brows furrowed, wanting to ask if he was sure about this, if he really wanted to cross that line, making sure that he wasn’t just saying it in the heat of the moment, but he nodded and you believed what you saw in his eyes. It was all you needed to grab onto the back of Noah’s neck and pull him to you, his lips meeting yours in frenzied movements as he never ceased fucking you roughly.

It worked immediately. With his mouth on yours and his tongue still carrying your taste, he gave you a searing kiss that had you falling apart. Just like he had told you earlier, you almost screamed as you came onto his dick and he relentlessly fucked you through it until you were whimpering, begging for a break, your whole body shaking.

“Fuck, love, I’m gonna need to shag you,” Oli groaned. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Noah pulled out of you, almost leaving you crying at the sudden emptiness, and your mind was still a whirlwind as two sets of hands started manipulating your body, pushing and pulling at you, with care but firmly, until you were in the desired position.

“Gonna suck me off while he fucks you?” Noah asked. He was sitting in front of you now, stroking his large dick, begging you to do for him what he had just done for you, as Oli pushed you on all fours, ass up toward him. You couldn’t even answer Noah before your boyfriend entered you. There was no time for you to come down or for your body to recover as Oli started fucking you, aided by the wetness Noah had caused between your thighs. You quickly nodded at the younger man, moving his hands away to envelop his dick with your mouth.

He shouldn’t have tasted that good, he really shouldn’t have, but as he started rutting up against you, all you could do was relax your throat as much as possible and take him deep, swallowing it all, enjoying the heaviness of it on your tongue. Noah’s hand in your hair pushed you down further. Oli had no qualms about taking what he needed either. His fingers were digging into your hips, holding you just the way he wanted you, thrusting into you again and again to the point where you knew you’d have trouble walking tomorrow. It immediately made the fire in your belly start up again, rising to a crescendo in record time.

“You gonna come again?” Oli grunted from behind you. “You gonna suck him off and come on my dick?”

You wanted to nod, you wanted to answer him, but all you could do was hum in agreement. The vibration was enough to set Noah off as he came, low groans accompanying him coming down your throat in spurts, and you did your best to swallow it all, licking him clean when he finally let go of your head. Oli immediately doubled his efforts, fucking you faster and harder and you didn’t think it was going to get any better until he told you to touch yourself. You obeyed.

Squeezing around him was all it took for Oli to shoot his load. Holding you tightly in place, he chanted you name as he filled you up. You came again, sobbing, your arms failing to hold you up anymore, fully collapsing on the bed. He carefully pulled out, making sure you landed safely on the mattress, harsh fingertips now soft.

You knew you needed to get cleaned up, get settled properly, but exhaustion and pure satisfaction came over you in equal waves, so you stayed, lying on your front, a serene smile on your face. Oli was next to you, on his back, turning his head just enough to grin widely at you. Taking your hand, he left a sweet kiss on your palm.

There was some shuffling behind you and when you lifted your head just enough to see, you realised that Noah was halfway out the bed already. Quickly reaching out for him, you stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Hey, don’t go.”

He looked back at you and Oli. He was entirely fucked out but now that the passion was fading, he seemed almost insecure at intruding.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna-”

“Whatever my girl says goes,” Oli commented.

Noah only took one more second before dropping back into bed with the two of you, slinging an arm around your middle and hugging close to you.

“Wouldn’t have taken you for a cuddler,” you grinned as Oli mirrored his movements from the other side, effectively caging you into the safest embrace you’d ever known.

“I’m sure there’s a lot left to find out,” he chuckled.

Oli laughed from behind you. “Good thing we got the rest of tour to have fun with that.”

[bokutoko]

hello!! i really enjoyed your writing for kita! i was wondering if i can request one where reader (fem) gets really emotional over little things (ex. smth doesn’t go as planned) and kita comforts her?

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character: shinsuke kita (timeskip!kita)

wc: 792

content/warning(s): emotional dysregulation, slight cursing; there's a reason your boyfriend is the farmer and not you...

a/n: hi anon!! thank you so much for the love and the req🫶🏻 this was healing for me to write bc i tend to get emotional over the little things sometimes too. i hope i did our fav rice farmer justice once again <333

Growing up around his grandmother, Kita always had a green thumb. Ever since he was taught that all life was built by small, daily acts, he was always patient with his crops. He made sure to be thorough with maintenance all throughout harvest—up until they reach the consumer’s hands. Because of this, he ensured the highest quality of rice.

You, on the other hand, were not-so secretly known as every plant’s worst nightmare. Of course, you didn’t mean to kill all your plants, they just always somehow died!

But you decided to give it another shot. Watching Kita work so hard outside made you feel confident; if he could manage countless acres of land, you could handle a little garden. You excitedly picked out your favorite fruit and vegetable seeds from the local market, and Kita was happy to build you a little enclosure for your plants.

Now here you were, standing before your little plots of soil with tears in your eyes. You’d tried so hard, but you forgot to water them for one day, and to just your luck, they all died due to an unforeseen heatwave in Hyogo. 

“What the actual fuck?” Huffing in frustration, your eyes squeezed shut, letting the first couple tears fall. Despite the extreme heat, a cold, harsh wave of embarrassment washed over you, and you couldn’t help but feel like a complete failure for messing this up. How was it possible that your boyfriend managed the entire farm, having a near-perfect harvest every year, and you couldn’t even take care of a 6x10-ft plot?

—

Out in the fields, Kita removed his cap, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked to the sky. With sunset approaching, he began his trek back home to see you after a long, satisfying day’s work—just a couple more months until harvest. 

As he stepped into the clearing behind your home, he was expecting to see you waiting for him with your usual bright smile that still made his heart skip a beat. But instead, you were standing with your back to him and your hands on your hips.

Uh oh. He walked up behind you, calling, “Evenin’, darlin’.”

You shot around, and he took note of the tear stains that you quickly wiped away. “Hi, Shin,” you greeted with the slightest quiver in your voice. 

“Everythin’ okay?” He looked down at your little plants that were vaporized from the sun, then back to you, noticing your glistening eyes.

“Why do all plants hate me?”

“Ya know plants can’t hate ya.”

“It sure feels like they do!” you snapped, immediately feeling guilty for your attitude when Kita did nothing wrong. You were well aware, as was Kita, when spurts of overwhelming emotions engulfed you—whether happy, sad, angry, embarrassed—your instinct reactions were to either get snappy or briefly cry. Or both, in this case.

Kita watched as fresh, hot tears rolled down your face as you whispered a soft, genuine “I’m sorry,” and he stepped forward to comfort you. You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and smushed your face into his chest in defeat, mumbling, “I feel so dumb, Shin. What the hell am I doing wrong?”

Always to your rescue, Kita removed his gloves to gently tip your chin up to look into his pretty brown eyes. “Yer not dumb or doin’ anythin’ wrong. Sometimes, plants don’t sprout, an’ sometimes, the ones that do just die. Ain’t nothin’ else about it,” he assured as a gentle thumb wiped your eyes. “Somethin’ as small as this sure ain’t worth yer tears, though.”

You shut your eyes and released a small sigh, your bottom lip jutting out. “I know.”

Kita leaned forward and pressed three tender kisses against your forehead, signifying three words: I love you. “We can always plant some more. We can go ta the market tomorrow an’ pick out more o’the seeds ya want,” he suggested, “and I can help ya take care of ‘em.”

“But you already do so much for me,” you objected.

“It ain’t a big ask, sweetheart,” he reasoned with a loving gaze, “and ya know I’d do anythin’ ta see ya smile.”

You squished your face into his chest in a tight hug again. “You’re kinda cheesy, Shin,” you teased as you hid your reddening cheeks.

He chuckled, grateful that the slight sun on his face hid his own blush, muttering, “Guess I am.“

From that day on, Kita never forgot to give your garden a little extra love in the mornings before tending to the farm. It was worth seeing your big, proud grin when it was time to pick your first round of thriving produce. 

And to Kita, anything was worth doing to keep a smile on your face. 

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