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gardenofnoah · 1 year ago

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there are reasons why a body stays in motion

summary: you work too hard—kita knows it the second he meets you. he’s not expecting you to take him up on his offer. you don’t either, until you end up on his farm.

tags: shinsuke kita x reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut (oral, reader receiving), afab reader (no pronouns used, terms for body parts used("clit")), reader is a first responder, kita is a mother hen wc: 4.7k

the farmer’s market is quiet. mostly because it hasn’t opened yet.

you walk between stalls as the owners of them set up, smiling softly at those who greet you. it’s still a little dark out—the grass under your feet still a little dewy without a sun to warm it. if you were anyone else, you might still be in bed.

but you never made it to bed. in fact, you’ve been up for more hours than you care to count. that much is obvious by the way you sway slightly on your feet in front of Hanaka’s tomatoes.

“hey, you,” she murmurs, affectionate and maternal—reaching beneath the wood top to grab the coffee she’s brought you, as is your weekly tradition. “long night?”

“mm,” you hum around the plastic lid, tipping your head back. the coffee is a little bitter and a little grainy, but it doesn’t matter. truthfully, you’ve been up for so long that things are starting to lose their taste. in this case, that might be for the best. “on call. the phone just kept ringing.”

she nods, sympathy apparent on her face, and you know she understands. Hanaka is retired now—blissfully so, she says—but when you met, she was your coworker. she’d adopted you as some sort of pseudo-child, teaching you and looking out for you. it was a loss when she left, but you were happy she finally was getting to rest. when you found out she’d reserved a stall at the market, you made the effort to be there. even if it meant losing out on your rest.

“silly of you to come straight here,” she admonishes you sweetly, in the way that only she can. it makes you smile.

“and let the coffee get cold? never.”

she rolls her eyes, turning to busy herself with stacking deep green cucumbers into weaved baskets. you let your eyes roam the spread in front of you, reaching to brush a fingertip over the waxy skin of a tomato. your stomach growls—abrupt, and loud.

Hanaka snorts, shaking her head as she calibrates the scale. “head down the row,” she says, pointing in front of her without looking, “there’s a stand that does rice.”

you feel a bit like a zombie as you move among the crowd—still mostly vendors, until you can smell someone cooking. your feet bring you to a halt in front of a grey-haired man, shaping neat triangles of rice around what appears to be pickled cabbage and bean curd. your mouth waters.

"we're not quite open yet—oh." he pauses when he looks up at you, concern immediate and all over his face, "you need to sit down, darlin'?"

it makes you laugh. "is it that bad?"

he smiles at you, directing the man to his left to bring you a folding chair. you thank him, plopping unceremoniously into the seat. when you look up, there's an expertly assembled onigiri in your face.

"ah." it's warm in your fingers and you fight the urge to unhinge your jaw and shove the entire thing in your mouth. "thank you...?"

"Kita," he says, and his smile is kind in a way that feels a little disarming this early in the morning, "don't mention it. can't have you passin' out in front of my stall—s'bad for business."

you chuckle around a mouth full of rice—and holy shit, is it good. you try to tell him that, but to stop eating does not feel like an option. it makes him laugh.

"glad to hear it. can't take credit for the recipe—but the rice is from me."

"you're a farmer?"

"mm. have been for more than a few years now. just started comin' to the market though."

you nod, shoving the last of the onigiri in your mouth and greatly suppressing the urge to lick the stray bits of grain off your fingers.

he goes back to work, packing and shaping in a way that feels casual, but you have a hunch that the motions are some that he's practiced greatly. your lack of sleep emboldens you to let your eyes wander—his hands are calloused and careful, and it's obvious what he does just by the look of them. corded muscle flexes under sun tanned forearms as he shapes each onigiri with great focus, and you find yourself fascinated by the repetition.

"y'think you're closer to livin' now?"

you look up and find his eyes already on you, mirth all over his face. you grin, caught, warmth spreading up your neck.

"think so. what do i owe you?"

"nothin'," he waves you off, brown eyes crinkling. "just go take a nap."

you smile—warmed by his generosity. you get up and leave of rough estimate of coins on top of his register anyway. "see you later then, Kita."

later comes quicker than you thought. the very next week, as it turns out. you're a little more rested when you see him again, and it's the first thing he notices.

"y'look like you slept." he says by way of a greeting, handing you another perfectly formed onigiri—this time with pickled plum and what you suspect is salmon. it falls apart decadently in your mouth, the flavors complimentary and not overpowering against the rice. it's good.

"i did," you tell him around a mouth full, "wasn't on call last night."

he smiles, gentle around his eyes, as he watches you. "work?"

you nod. "social work—kids, mostly."

he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the counter. he considers you for a moment before he speaks again.

"so not sleepin' is normal for ya."

you shrug, avoiding his gaze. it's a little too early in the day to feel chastised by a man you only just met last week, even if he is admittedly a little handsome and insists on feeding you. he sighs, reaching for a stray piece of register paper.

"you like ducks?"

"like, the bird?" you look up at him, eyebrows arched in confusion. "yeah, i suppose i do."

he smiles down at the paper, scribbling a few lines down on it and handing it to you. "have a few babies that just hatched in the paddies. come by and see 'em if you ever feel like y'need a rest."

he waves you off, turning back to his work, and leaves you a little shellshocked as you look down at the paper. it has an address on it—for what you assume is his farm. you fold it neatly and push it down into the pocket of your jeans with the mental reminder of taking it out before you wash them. you shake your head, smiling to yourself as you turn and head back down the lane, dodging a few folks that are entering the market. you have a few hours before work—just enough time to knock out on the couch.

a few weeks later, you find yourself bouncing down a rocky lane, rice paddies on either side of the thin road. you figure you have to be in the right place, but feel a little nervous until you arrive to a little cabin at the end of the gravel, the numbers on your paper painted neatly on the side of the mailbox.

it's late—probably too late to be stopping by unannounced—but Kita didn't give you a phone number, and the day had been long. the thought of baby ducks and looking at anything that wasn't the blue light of your laptop felt like a lifeline.

he's leaning against the doorframe as you shut the car door behind you. you smile when you see him—maybe sneaking a little peak at the way his white t-shirt stretches around the biceps he has crossed over his chest. he doesn't say anything until you clear the porch steps.

"y'alright?" he asks quietly. it's a little startling—you're always careful not to let the effects of the day show. you feel exposed in front of him, and it has you shifting on your feet.

"i believe i was promised baby ducks."

the corners of his eyes crinkle and you find yourself genuinely charmed. he doesn't acknowledge your lack of an answer, and you're grateful for it.

"sit," he says, gesturing to a wooden rocker on the porch, "i'll grab 'em."

you do as he says, leaning back and taking in the view. the sun simmers a deep red on the horizon, bathing everything in it's hue. the paddies stretch on for what feels like miles. the house itself feels like an island—the one lane road it's only connection to life beyond it.

the rocker creaks as you push your toe against the porch, swaying gently back and forth. it's quiet, save for the chirp of the cicadas and the occasional bloat of a bullfrog. you jump when you feel something furry rub against your shin.

you look down and are greeted by an orange cat with the most round cheeks you've ever seen. old and a little ratty, it chirps at you, headbutting your leg.

"hello there," you smile, bending forward to scratch behind it's ears. "where'd you come from?"

"that's Barn Cat," Kita says, trudging up the wooden steps. "he hangs out in the fields."

you chuckle, looking up at him. "his name is Barn Cat?

"yup," his grin is contagious. you let your eyes roam around him, looking for the ducks he was supposed to get. they stop on the pouch he's created out of his shirt—widening as you hear several little quacks come from inside of it.

"hold out yer hands," he says, standing in front of you now. you do as your told, and a few seconds later, there's a teeny tiny baby in your palms.

"oh my god," you breathe, not quite able to wrap your brain around how something can be so small, "oh my god."

Kita chuckles, smiling when you look up at him. something about it brings you back to this moment—you're suddenly very aware that you've interrupted this man's evening and ordered him around at his own house.

"i'm sorry for showing up like this," you say quietly, running a fingertip over the downy-soft little body that's now nestled in your lap.

"no need. i'm glad yer here."

you can feel that the smile you give him doesn't quite reach your eyes, and you know that he notices.

"long day?"

you hum, watching the tiny duck tail twitch in its sleep. suddenly feeling a little envious of the rest it's able to get, and how simple its life will be. wake up, swim around, eat bugs, go to sleep. it won't ever think about anyone else. its little conscious will always be clear.

"yeah," you murmur. "it was."

he moves to sit down in the rocker next to you, smiling at the little duck that has taken up all of your attention. when you look up, his eyes are gentle and unwavering from yours. you're certain he's looking too deeply, but you know there's nothing you can do.

"i should get going," you say, mostly to convince yourself that it is true. Kita's mouth turns downward for only a moment, and then that soft smile is back again.

"give me yer phone," he murmurs, extending a hand toward you. you shrug, pulling it out and handing it to him. he types something quick and hands it back to you, Shinsuke Kita and a phone number on the screen.

"meant it when i said you can come by anytime," he tells you, hand lingering still in your space. "call me if ya need anything."

you get to texting, after that. it's funny—he's a man of few typed words, so you learn about his days through pictures. a criminally early shot of the rice paddies. the baby ducks that look bigger each day. Barn Cat sprawled out in the sun on the porch. dinner there, too—filleted tuna and rice under a waning sun. sometimes he calls, when your schedule allows it. the low timbre of his voice through the speaker frequently (and embarrassingly) lulls you to sleep. you have a hunch that he does it on purpose.

you've showed up at the farm enough times now that you're unable to use the excuse of the ducks anymore, especially now that they're bigger and far less cuddly, but neither of you acknowledge it. he starts showing you around. walks across narrow paths in the fields become excuses to bring you inside—into his home. the cabin is quaint and cozy, and decorated in a way that surprises you. pictures cover the walls—some of Kita as an adult, but mostly of Kita as a child, which makes him bashful and you smile. you stop at one of him as a chubby toddler, sitting in the lap of a woman he's clearly the spitting image of.

"that's gram," he says quietly, behind you. "this is her place. i moved out here when she got sick, and then i just..."

"stayed," you whisper, tracing the edge of the frame with your fingertip. he hums, closer to you now.

"didn't feel right t'leave."

you think it's admirable, but you don't want to embarrass him, so you keep it you yourself. he leads you down the hall, pointing out rooms as he goes—bathroom (you can't hide your surprise at the massive clawfoot tub in the center of it. he just shrugs, continuing down the hall—flushed up to his neck. it makes you smile.), guest room ("mostly unoccupied," he says, and you wonder if it was intentional). his bedroom is slightly larger than the guest room and considerably less decorated, but still tastefully so—the bed is large and looks temptingly soft, and the dresser adjacent to it is an antique, heavy and well-loved. you both linger in the doorway, coated in warm lamp light and shoulders brushing, not talking much and still saying a lot between you.

"you hungry?" he asks, voice a little gruff. you shrug, following him into the kitchen. you take a seat at the bar stool on the other side of the counter, watching him work.

he doesn't ask what you want and truthfully, you know he doesn't need to. there hasn't been a time yet that you haven't liked something Kita's made you. he moves with the same fluidity and grace he does at the market—he prepares your food with the same care, too. you watch him blatantly, this time. his brow furrows a little as he plates it. it's cute—it makes you ache.

you're expecting it to be good, but this is really good—unagi over rice, soft and chewy when it hits your tongue. you groan audibly, savoring each bite. Kita grins at you across the counter.

"good?" he asks, even though he doesn't need to.

you nod emphatically, not bothering to pause long enough to answer him.

"good." he looks awfully proud of himself. that ache twists in your chest again. "don't make it too often. glad ya like it."

it's quiet between you as you eat—you try to leave a few extra for him because he was nice enough to make you something so luxurious, but it's hard to stop yourself.

you linger in the cabin for the next hour or so, finding every reason to stay until you can't anymore.

"y'know," Kita mutters, looking a little shy, "yer welcome to stay in that guest bedroom. s'not like anyone else uses it."

he goes red immediately and it makes you smile. you fight yourself hard to keep from teasing him.

"i have to work early tomorrow," for the first time, that fact feels disappointing. "but i'd be happy to next time."

the smile he gives you leaves you a little breathless. "be careful gettin' home."

next time comes sooner than you thought it would.

the weekend comes and you shoot him a text, asking him what he's doing tonight. his reply comes immediately—whatever you're doing. come over—i'll cook.

you sit outside to watch the sunset after dinner. it goes down past the hills, extinguishing the light like the flame of a candle. you kick your feet out over the rail in front of you. the cicadas sing from their perches in the trees and the paddies look like an undulating, dark sea from where you sit. the only light is the dim bulb above your head, and the stars don’t pay it any mind. bright and shining, you can’t remember a time that you’ve seen so many.

“do you ever get lonely?”

he’s watching you—you can feel your skin warm where his gaze lingers, but you keep yours in front of you. Kita’s been the picture of hospitality, sweet in the way he’s shown care to you—but he’s seldom talked about himself. you feel vulnerable, toeing the line. he’s silent for a moment, and then it stretches on long enough that you start to regret asking.

“s’hard to, out here with all of this noise.” he says it lightheartedly, but you wonder if he’s deflecting. you have your answer a moment later when he says, quieter, “at night, mostly. y’notice when yer the only person for miles.”

you hum, picking at a splinter in the wooden arm of your chair. you feel the same, somehow. though you have trouble understanding how you can feel lonely being around as many people as you are. you tell him as much.

“they don’t really see you though, right?” he asks, but it’s rhetorical. “you help ‘em but it’s one sided. they remember what y'did but they don’t know who you are.”

it never fails to rattle you, his ability to see right through you. your face heats. “that’s the way it should be.”

“sure,” he says, smiling softly. “but it weighs on ya.”

you tuck your knees under your chin and close your eyes—frustrated, knowing that he's right and still wanting to fight him on it. you jump when his knuckles brush against your own.

"i didn't mean to upset ya, darlin'."

"you didn't," you murmur, shaking your head and willing your limbs to relax, "you're right. i just wish you weren't."

he smiles and keeps the back of his hand pressed to yours. it's a sonic interruption to the silence—you're so aware of the warmth of his skin that you feel it in your eardrums. you wonder if he can, too.

it's a while before you speak again—to bid him goodnight, even if you don't want to.

"goodnight, darlin'." his voice is low and soft, nearly a whisper over the cry of cicadas. you still hear it like he screamed it. "extra quilts're in the closet."

it makes you smile, how he can't help but make sure you're comfortable. it would be easy to mistake it for something else—something more.

"goodnight, Kita."

you get in the car and drive on muscle memory alone. eyes burning, you dial the number you now know by heart.

"hey darlin'," Kita's voice comes through the speaker like a warm blanket. it helps to settle you.

"hi," you croak, immediately wishing you'd taken a minute to get it together before you called him.

there's a pause. "you been cryin'?"

"only a little." you don't see a point in lying to him. "you around?"

"yeah, i'm here—where are you? i'll come get ya, don't want ya drivin' out here upset—"

you let out a wet laugh, shaking your head. "i'm alright, Kita. i'm already halfway there. i just wanted to let you know i'd be over."

there's another pause, and you can hear the way he's fighting with himself on the other end of the line.

"alright," he says finally, "be careful."

he's waiting on the porch steps when you pull up to the cabin. you're barely out of the car before he's pulling you into his chest. new tears threaten to spill over into the fabric of his shirt. you can feel the way he softens himself to hold you—like you'll shatter in his arms if he's not careful.

"c'mon," he whispers into your hair, "let's go in."

he takes your coat (and your shoes, and your bag) before he's pulling you closer again—keeping you tucked under his arm like something will swoop down and snatch you up if he's not careful. you'd laugh if you weren't soaking in every second of his affection like a sponge.

"can i run a bath for ya?" he asks, reaching to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. the callouses on his fingers brush the curve of it and it makes you shiver. you nod.

he only leaves you for a few moments before he's back, corralling you down the hall and into the bathroom. there's a pile of comfy sweats folded and set on the toilet, and a fluffy towel hanging on the hook.

"holler if ya need anything."

you smile at him, a little more genuine this time, and he leaves you to it. you strip the clothes from your body slowly, hoping that if you do it right, the day will come off with it. you sink down into the warmth of the water and sigh. your eyes start to burn again as you lean your head back on the rim of the tub, this time just at Kita's kindness. you feel guilty for relying on it.

you feel guilty knowing you've been keeping what's in your heart hidden from him.

you use his soap, knowing you'll smell like him—knowing it won't be enough to satiate the longing you feel, but doing it anyway. you're not sure when it started—if it hadn't been there all along—but it's been tearing up your insides for months. he makes it worse with the way he cares for you. it's almost cruel.

you drag yourself out of the tub eventually, drying off in record time just to be swallowed by his clothes , soft and warm and smelling of him. you brush your hair out in the mirror and tie it up on top of your head. you feel a little more like a person now.

Kita's up and hovering at the end of the hallway as soon as you open the bathroom door. you manage a little laugh this time—mostly content and only a little guilty, letting him mother hen over you. you close the distance between you, looping your arms around his middle. you feel him relax, just a little bit.

"you need to talk about it?" he asks, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you closer. you shake your head. "alright. come lay down."

he penguin walks you down the hall, grinning when you laugh. he moves right past the guest bedroom and into his.

he arranges you on the bed to his liking—cocooned in blankets and reclined against his pillows. he lays down next to you, on top of the comforter. respectful of your space, even if you wish he wasn't.

"thanks for taking care of me," you whisper, turning your head to look at him. "sorry for turning up like this."

his eyebrows knit together like he's never heard a more wrong thing in his life. "i'll have ya any way you turn up."

you blink at him, feeling like you've short circuited. you huff out a laugh, closing your eyes. "how unfair."

"mm?"

you open your eyes and feel stuck, pinned to the bed underneath his stare. there aren't many other options than to spill your guts onto his sheets.

"you make it hard not to love you, Kita."

he freezes, eyes locked on yours. your stomach ties and unties itself, but you can't look away.

it's another agonizing moment before either of you even breathes, and then you blink, and he's hovering over top of you, hands planted on either side of your head.

"say it again."

"i love you." it feels like the easiest thing you've ever said.

"tell me i've got it wrong," he rasps, leaning in to nose along your cheek.

"you don't."

your hand fists around the material of his shirt and you yank him down to your waiting mouth. it feels exactly the way you knew it would—warm and soft, not unlike the feeling you get every time you walk through his door. it’s gentle and unhurried, and you know he knows no other way. you let him break you apart slowly.

he pulls away from your lips, only to press soft kisses to your cheeks, your chin, your brow bone. his mouth brushes against your temple and to your horror, you let out the world’s most pitiful little moan.

his eyes go wide as he looks down at you, flushed and breathing hard beneath him. your fingers still tangled in his shirt, he closes his own around them and brings them to his lips. he keeps his eyes on you when presses them to the sensitive skin of the inside of your wrist.

you feel no control of your reaction—your eyes flutter closed as the rest of you shudders underneath him. it’s so little and it’s almost too much. you know he’s figured you out when you’re able to meet his gaze again—deep brown filled with as much adoration as they are hunger.

“tell me what you need, darlin’.”

"your mouth," you whimper, feeling hot.

"where?" his smile turns a little wicked, still pressed to your skin.

"everywhere."

if you were overwhelmed before, it would pale in comparison to this—his kisses turn hard and heavy, soft lips sucking harsh bruises into your skin. you keen and whine underneath him, writhing both toward and away from his searching mouth. he doesn't take his sweatshirt off of you—he just pushes it up to kiss every inch of skin it exposes. he only pauses to check in with you, only stopping for a second to ask half of a question you'd already started answering before he'd asked it.

he cradles your waist in strong, wide hands and bends down to lap at your navel, nipping sensitive flesh, tongue slipping inside the dip of your belly button.

your hips buck violently, whimpering into the crook of your elbow while you reach down to card your fingers through silver strands. you feel yourself making a mess of his sweatpants.

"please, Kita," you hiccup, nearly slurred in his onslaught. he hums against your skin and you feel it in your belly.

"s'alright sweetheart," he murmurs, pressing gentler kisses between your hipbones, taking the elastic of the sweatpants down with them. "i got ya."

he reduces you to something less than human with the hot slide of his mouth against the inside of your thighs, licking and sucking his way up to where you need him the most and then back down, too far away. it takes a wholly unreasonable amount of begging to get him there, and to get him to stay.

"please, please i just need—oh," your spine bows off the bed and then pulls taut at the feeling of his tongue sliding slowly through your wet heat. he lets out a groan at the taste of you, and you watch through hooded eyes as he grinds his hips into the mattress.

one hand keeps a steeled grip in his hair, and the other one sneaks under his sweatshirt to pull at your nipples. it's sensory overload—the feeling of the pebbled flesh under your fingers and the way Kita suckles gently on your clit has you squealing. he opens his mouth, panting and tongue lolled out, encouraging you to ride it. you don't need to be asked twice.

every snap of your hips against his face pulls a weak moan from him, and a louder one from you. everything is wet and hot and your thighs shake around his head with every drag of your achy clit across his tongue.

"Kita," you whimper, feeling the warmth start to spread, "gonna cum—i'm—"

it damn near melts you into the mattress. every muscle in your body contracts and then releases, leaving you immobile under his tongue. he holds your thighs apart, sucking on your clit while you shake and cry under him. it doesn't stop—every brush of his tongue pulls another dizzying contraction from deep inside you. he only relents when he's licked up every last drop of you.

he kisses his way back up your body and you feel like you're on fire. when he presses his lips to yours again, finally, it douses it. you only smolder underneath him now.

forehead pressed to his, you can't help but let out a little giggle. he grins, his pretty mouth pulled up in the corners, and presses another round of kisses to your jaw.

"i love you," you sigh, pulling him closer. he hums.

"i love you," he nips at the point of your chin, "and you're callin' out sick tomorrow."

there's nothing in your heart that wants to argue with him.

#something possessed me and wrote this today #sad? fuck a rice farmer #shinsuke kita x reader #shinsuke kita x you #shinsuke kita smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #hq fic #bea writes ♡

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queercoshon · 11 months ago

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A Kept Play Thing Pt. 2

(You can read the whole story at once on my deviantart, feedtheboi)

Now the tray contains 6 breakfast sandwiches on vanilla glazed doughnuts instead of english muffins, enough hashbrowns to feed 4 people with no other sides, a container of strawberries with yogurt dip, and 2 milkshakes that you don't know are spiked. The pineapple coconut has 3 shots of rum and a shot of coconut liqueur, and the chocolate one is infused with THC.

You get to work right away. You suck down half the pineapple milkshake and 3 of the sandwiches in the blink of an eye, completely overwhelmed by the need to consume. You throw back more beer and use the carbonation to dislodge a string of heavy burps.

Now you are so drunk things sway a little. You giggle as you reach for the bong and miss it the first time before lighting up and taking a long draw. Olivia was so good at keeping it clean and freshly packed for you. You manage to grab the tin tray of hashbrowns and load them with ketchup and cheese curds. Then you turn what little attention you had to the TV that was constantly on, putting your eating on autopilot.

You mindlessly shovel loaded potato after potato into your mouth, sometimes taking a good drink of either milkshake, and of course more beer. Your head is sooo fuzzy and your body so warm. You feel like you were watching your body expand with every bite. You couldn't stop yourself from eating when in a trance like this.

You hit your first wall with maybe a fifth of the tray left. Your gut gurgles testily, absolutely stretched out and burbling with fatty foods and booze. Your upper belly juts out further than the bottom of your belly hang and is as hard as a rock under the inches of flab. Your breath hitches and your pray you didn't get hiccups. Those were painful at this stage.

You sit back and moan, rubbing your gut as gingerly as possible. In your state, it is not very gingerly. And this far gone, you can't help give it a few jostles to bounce it on your crotch. You gasp and automatically reach for a milkshake, finishing off the chocolate flavour entirely.

Now you're so inebriated you feel like you phase in and out of existence. The weight of your stomach pins you down, and all you can do is stare at the ceiling, glassy-eyed and drooling a little. Your hands keep working at your flabby gut, releasing belches that just fall from your mouth.

Some amount of time passes, you have no idea how much, and you start to come back to earth a little. You look back at your tray and light another hit of your bong. Your mouth should never be idle.

You look at another beer, but the thought of it makes your belly flip, so you suck back almost all of the last milkshake. A new round of drunk washes over you, and you start working through those sandwiches and strawberries.

Now you're much sloppier. You have to really focus on getting the next bites into your mouth. Some yogurt dip ends up on your face, but it's impressive you can even you can coordinate picking up the strawberry, dipping it, and bringing your hand to your mouth at all.

You get through all of the strawberries, the last of the milkshake, the rest of the potatoes, and 2 of the sandwiches. One sandwich left.

You feel like you can hear your stomach creaking now. Every breath is a struggle. Every burp and drunken hiccup makes you fear vomiting everything back up. Sweat drips down your forehead, and you find you can't lean forward to get the last sickly sweet sandwich. Once again, you are pinned to your spot.

Your eyes feel swollen they're so dry, and cottonmouth is taking over with the milkshakes gone. You only have beer left, but you're so drunk your chin has started falling to your fat chest if you stop focusing on keeping your head up. Your overburdened body feels so light and so heavy at the same time. You try several times to reach for the beer, but you can't lift your arm much higher than the crest of your belly before you lose control and it falls back down. You are truly gone. Stoned out of your mind, too drunk to form a coherent thought, and so stuffed one wrong move could make you burst. Completely helpless.

It can't have been more than five minutes of suffering in your semi-catatonic state when you somehow register the click of the front door. Like a summoned angel, Olivia has arrived in your time of need.

You can't look up without the world spinning, but you know she's entered the room by the sound of her chuckle.

"Oh, piggy. You were so close. A little bit too full?"

You let out a rumbling burp in response.

She starts dragging her nails over your taut flesh, and it's like sparks dance across your skin. You try to hold back a high-pitched gasp, but it's jostled out of you along with several burps as Olivia adds pressure to your gut. You devolve into pained and desperate moans burps and hiccups, making all of your fat jiggle constantly.

"So tell me, baby, why is there food left?" She plants kisses on your belly, and the feeling lingers on your skin, making every nerve jolt awake. You can barely think as it is, and now she expects a verbal answer.

"I -hic- couldnn reachit -hicURP-" your chin lulls back down, and your hiccups start in earnest. Your gut moves as one giant orb now, bouncing on your crotch. Had you tried, you would have realised this was the first time you couldn't reach around your belly to get off.

Her eyes glint as she kisses up your many necks and flicks a nipple, making you gasp and throb.

"Oh? Did piggy get beached? Did I put it too far away?"

You try to nod, but you get one head motion before it falls back down. Fuck you are so drunk your body won't follow any direction at all.

"I'll put it closer to you next time. Now, let's get the rest of this in you." Olivia shoves the last sandwich in your mouth as you once again fire off a burp. You're taken completely by surprise, and while your body won't obey you, it will certainly obey her, so you take a massive bite and swallow. Your moans and grumbles of weak protest are silenced by another bite.

It takes about ten minutes, but she gets the rest of the sandwich in your mouth. You pant, hiccup, and burp, a cacophony of hedonistic indulgence.

Olivia straddles one of your meaty thighs and begins to rub your belly in earnest, but letting her hands wander to whatever fold of fat she felt like fondling.

"You've been such a good piggy today. Look at you. Completely stuck. You could burst." She lifts your chin up to meet her gaze, and her eyes are dark. "How do you feel, pig?"

She wants you to answer verbally. Your slurring and struggling is enough to make her start dripping. Right now you don't know if you can form even a full word.

Her nails dig into your stomach and you wince.

"Answer me."

You moan and try. "I'm sho -hic- full, Liv. It -burrp Hic- hurts to -hic- breave." You belch and she drops your chins. As your head falls to the side, she becomes ravenous, and suddenly her rubs, grabs, and kisses get desperate.

"You're such a desperate hog. Always gorging. You haven't been sober since the day you moved in."

Her tongue traces along your purple hued stretch marks, and she grabs your love handles and shakes, making your entire body wobble. Your gut slaps your thighs and crotch, and you see stars.

"Liv, -UUrapp- pleash -hic-"

She rubs your fat chest, her eyes glinting. "What do you want, pet?"

"I want...-hic- mae me huuge. Just a -hUrrp- ball... urr plaything."

Olivia moans and grinds down on your meaty leg, pressing her lithe body into your pillowy excess. Every movement is shaking burps out of you. Heat pulses from your crotch, to your finger tips and toes, to the tip of your head and back of your eyes, to the center of your beyond aching gut.

"Fuuu...me"

She breathes in your ear and her hands work down your flab. "What was that, pig?"

"Mmmm, fuck -urrrp- fuck me!"

Finally, she obliges.

#queer feedism #intox kink #feedism story #stuffed fatty #intox feedee #intox wg #stuffing literature #stuffing story #queer feedist #feedee feeder #drunk stuffing #stoned stuffing #stoned feedee #wg fiction #wg #weight gain story

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cookiesuga55 · 1 year ago

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Drinks on me

Brainrot: College AU chubbies.

Jungkook goes off to college and is determined not to gain the freshman 15. But... once he starts partying with all of his new friends the pounds pack on and he lets himself go. And he loves it. He loves it so much.

He drinks up and munches on delicious greasy food, getting softer and pudgier, and so much thicker in his belly. It rounds out from the onslaught of fizzy calories and fatty snacks that he chows down when he's living it up. He needs food when he drinks! It's a requirement for a night out. He downs sodas and fried cheese curds along with drinks that make him giggly and warm... and so hungry. Plates of hot, greasy fries slide down so nicely with a cold beer. All of that yummy weight settles in his belly until he's sleepy and satisfied.

Jungkook thickens into a dense weight that's accompanied with a doubled chin, a bubble butt, and tree-trunk arms and legs. Stretchmarks paint his thighs, hips, and sides, but honestly, they just make him more sensitive during hookups. He feels like he bruises so easily now that his skin is stretched tight. Most satisfying of all is the curve of his newly-grown belly. He always feels warm and cozy with so much padding keeping him toasty and insulated, even against the chilly weather.

After another late night out ending with a pretty, angel-faced boy named Jimin sleeping in his sheets, Jungkook knows just the cure to cook up and beat their impending hangovers. Jungkook doesn't bother with a shirt as he pads out to his kitchen and squints against the afternoon sunshine. He needs food. Greasy food. Then he's in the market to laze around all day and hopefully persuade Jimin to stay over again.

Jungkook belches into his fist after shoveling down a massive greasy meal of all of his favorite hangover cures. He proudly pats his stuffed gut now that it's full of oily bacon and fried eggs, bloated from partying and heavy with the fattening feast that he just gobbled down. Jungkook cooks up a smaller portion of seconds to walk back to Jimin and give him breakfast in bed. He's so content to nap off his meal and steal some kisses, which Jimin happily obliges him.

Jimin easily melts Jungkook back into the pillows like a pad of butter until they're lazily sprawled all over each other. While keeping Jungkook sated with kisses, Jimin's palm settles right over Jungkook's deep navel. He slowly rubs into the fatty warmth and digs in his fingers. Jungkook is still a bit hiccupy from the night before, and each jostle makes the thick layer of padded blubber lining his gut jiggle into Jimin's grip.

#THICC BOI #fat koo is happy koo #Jimin kissies #bts feederism

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cerise-angel · 1 year ago

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+18 gator tillman x reader

sitting on the brown couch, your eyes wander on your boyfriend's small office. he is not arround yet, finishing something somewhere. its a surprise for him, you being there with his favorite lemon curd pie and a promise of kisses inside and outside the sheets. gator comes storming in the small room, his eyes glued to the pack of camels in his desk, his big leather boots grinding against the fresh waxed floor. he dint even notice you, going straight to the fake leather chair, groping the pack of cigarretes as if his life depended on it. while he is taking the first drag, you speak, softly, as always. "hi, G." he snaps out of his bad mood in a second, sending a flashing smile to you. calmly, you stand up from the couch, going closer to him, until his arms grab your hips and place you delicately on his lap. gator doesnt say anything, just hides his face in your neck. you giggle when he starts to blow some air on you, and gasp when he licks you. his mouth licks before biting, and then licks again. his hands are now descending to cup your asscheeks, placing you on top of him the way likes the most: legs wide open and inviting to him. you flush and, with little meaning, tell him to stop. gater does stop, looking up to you with caramel candy eyes, all gooey and dopey for you. "wanna touch you, sweetheart." you nod. "but you are moody. remember what the therapist said? you need to talk about it." he scoffs when you mention the therapist, getting off the chair with you dangling in his waist, one big hand holding you from your ass, the other locking the door. "dont wanna talk" he places you again on the couch, and before you can say anything he kisses you so urgently that it would be cruel to deny him. "wanna fuck you in my office. like a porn cop." you laugh and he smiles again to you, already pushing your jeans down, your panties with it. you feel embarassed, and he notices it, slowing down, kissing you softly now, playing with your breasts, saying how this is his therapy. you moan against his mouth when he slides in fully inside you, almost crying from the stretch. gator holds tight to you, kissing you, easing you into him, until you start to roll your hips against him. he chuckles at tour eagerness and you want to punch him. so you do, but with your mouth, leaving a bruising bite on his shoulder. he moans too, picking up speed and shoving his cock in and out of you. is messy, quick and dirty. his favorite type of stress relief. when you both cum, at the same time, moaning against each other mouths, he smiles at you, a real smile and you cant help but giggle at him, hiding your face in his neck before he pulls you to properly cuddle in the couch. "see sweets, dont need therapy anymore. you just cured my bad mood."

#joe keery #cerise writing #this is a mess #a rushed unread mess #anyway #gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman fargo #fargo s5 #gator tillman smut #joe keery smut #cerise writings

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ikemenomegas · 2 years ago

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Getou Suguru x Reader

"Somewhere there is a simple life"

or "four sorcerers' day in the world of humans, four years after betrayal"

tw: omegaverse, geto typical murderous mentions? children being cute? hints of past satoxsuguxreader, mentions of pregnancy

Sometimes you wonder if things could have been different, if you could have had this happiness in some other time, in some other place. It doesn't matter now, you suppose. There are no other times, no other places. Suguru has made his choice, and you have made yours.

And you have chosen to have moments of happiness, just like this one, for as long as you can.

Morning light slants early and golden over the table. Mimiko is, as usual, quiet, but she is awake, responding in her breathy voice to your questions and tentatively padding around the kitchen with you. She takes small dishes from your hand and sets them on the table.

The table is filled with them. Many colors and a traditional set up of different kinds of vegetables, broiled fishes, salad, tofu and bean curds.

Nanako had tried to help, but she'd sat down and fallen asleep again with her head against the wall, phone face down on her thigh. She's drooling a bit, so deeply asleep, and it makes you want to laugh.

Mimiko catches your eye and you tilt your head to her sister. She rolls her eyes a bit, smile playing about her mouth and she silently sounds out "playing Ace Attorney" and goes back to working around her sleeping twin, rearranging the plates to her heart's content.

Suguru catches you on the shoulder, fondness in his voice when he says "We spoil them."

"Who spoils them," you raise any eyebrow at him and press your lips to the juncture of his jaw, breathing in his scent, still heavy and warm after taking an early call in your bed.

With Mimiko's back turned and Nanako still soundly asleep, you nip a little at the skin over his scent gland and make a low playful sound in your throat at the spark of mischief and warning in your mate's dark brown eyes.

"Everything okay?" you ask him.

His arm slips around your waist as he sags against your back. "Yeah, just some little remnants that don't want to fall in line. Toshihisa is going to handle it."

"Good. You promised to take a break."

"You promised to take me to ride the boats," Mimiko appeared in front of you and looked up at Suguru.

He crouched down, backs of his pajama pants touching the floor. You missed seeing him like this more often. He was usually in the priest's garb which still made him seem somehow untouchable. It wasn't just the clothes, it was the persona.

You'd never really though of Suguru as an actor before, but now he had a half a dozen faces he seemed to switch between and some of them were less pleasant than others. You never feared he would hurt you, but it hurt nonetheless to see his pain curdled to hatred the way it had.

He ruffled Mimiko's hair. "Soup, showers, sheets," he listed off on three fingers, "then the boats."

Mimiko puffed out her cheeks. She might be the quiet twin, but she was often the more stubborn. Sometimes you thought Nanako just complained for her and that was why she was louder. It was good though to see them loud.

Suguru had told you from the beginning what happened in the village and it hadn't surprised you that both of the twins had been quiet and anxious for almost a year.

"Ah, right, the soup," you murmured and left them to their staring contest.

As planned, once Nanako was awakened and everyone had eaten, the girls had showered, and new bedding had been placed in your room and the twins' room, a load of the laundry started in the washer, you all headed to the park.

The train was not as crowded now that rush hour had passed but Suguru still pressed close to you, a twist to the corner of his lips which he hid in your hair when anyone human brushed by him. You beckoned Mimiko and Nanako close as a pack of students pushed onto the train.

You leaned up to murmur something in Suguru's ear and accidentally caught the eye of a beta woman sitting in one of the seats.

She must have mistaken the stress in your eyes, because she carefully rose and offered it to Suguru.

The transformation was disquieting, the way Suguru's expression relaxed into a sheepish laugh and he tried to refuse.

The beta woman said something about having young kids and Suguru finally sat down, half to shut her up you suspected. Nanako clambered on top of him. You had seen her watch the exchange with attentive eyes and it seemed she had resolved to help Suguru play act.

You inclined your head in thanks to the beta and covered your mouth with your sleeve, laughing a bit at his expense. Suguru gave you a sulky look when Mimiko joined her sister, choosing to stand with her hand braced on Suguru's knee while you pressed close behind her to give the train car a bit more breathing room.

Upon exiting the train at your station, Suguru found a restroom to wash his hands and yours before you all found your way above ground again.

Everyone relaxed once you reached the park. Natural green spaces were places of relaxation and healing and seldom attracted as many curses as other gathering places. If they were present they were usually easily dealt with.

It was a little more difficult to carry your tanto around these days. It was harder to hide the residuals of a cursed tool, and it was dangerous to carry a blade in public. You also typically didn't need it.

Suguru collected so many curses now, you thought sadly. Your grip on his fingers tightened as you walked side by side, watching Mimiko and Nanako run along the paths and into the forest.

One of those curses, a cute thing that looked somewhat like a couch cushion or maybe that footrest from the movie with the singing furniture, chased after them, baring its teeth like a little dog at the birds that fluttered around the pavement.

The twins called for you two to hurry up, dashing back and forth as you made your way to the boats.

They had already chosen a pair of swans - one white and one a pale blue - when you made it to the docks. They were deep in the process of deciding which one of them would sit with Suguru when he went over to egg them on.

You shook your head, smiling while you paid the woman at the counter. She offered you a knowing sort of smile when Suguru grabbed the back of Nanako's collar, preventing her from nearly dashing into the water.

You clapped your hands, holding up the tickets. "Who's going to ride with me first? Ah, you've been giving Suguru so much attention, I think I'm feeling lonely. The kids must not think I'm fun anymore."

Nanako shrugged out of Suguru's grip. "Mimiko, you should sit with them."

"No way," Mimiko said quietly, "you didn't help set up for breakfast. You should spend more time with them."

Suguru looked up at your stunned face and laughed, his brows crinkling together and shoulders shaking.

"You're their teacher," you said to him, putting on a show of being hurt, "shouldn't you teach them better manners?" You put a hand on your chest, "My feelings are hurt, no one wants to sit with me and win the boat race."

"Boat race?" the twins looked up in tandem with the cursed spirit that was still running around their feet.

You sighed, closing one eye. "Hmm. I don't know if I want to anymore. Everyone seems to want a peaceful ride with Getou-sensei. Maybe I should just go find us some ice cream instead."

The sisters looked at one another and you smirked to yourself, meeting Suguru's eyes. Something flashed through them, troubled or melancholy maybe.

Maybe you were laying it on a little thick, imitating the kind of games that used to work to distract Satoru and pull Shoko out of her isolating distance. Now your heart gave a real pang which you brushed aside as the twins seemed to come to a conclusion and flocked towards you, pushing you into the white boat. Nanako had leapt in and was poking around in curiosity.

It had already been four years. You'd only been at the school for three.

A dull bang on the outside of the boat startled you from your thoughts. Suguru leaned through the window. "Do you know how to drive this thing?"

You looked down at the pedals below your feet. "It can't be that hard," you replied.

"And," you grinned at him, "it's not like I was planning on playing fair."

Suguru smiled back. "How funny, neither was I."

It was fun to stretch the limits of your power for once. Since living at Suguru's compound you didn't need to go and risk your life as often. Sometimes you went out to deal with matters that stressed his tolerance for human hypocrisy, but mostly people came to him.

You used your cursed technique to make the boat go faster while Suguru summoned a pair of water-born curses to pull his boat.

The twins laughed and cheered each of you on, clambering between boats in a manner that would have gotten you all yelled at if you hadn't made your way to a quiet part of the river.

Eventually they grew tired and the boats were returned. They were tired enough to be subdued while eating the lunch you brought but the food restored enough of their energy that they clamored to be carried home.

Suguru huffed under Nanako's weight when she threw herself onto his back. "I think it's time to find something big enough to carry everyone. You're getting taller."

Mimiko made the decision to keep a hold of your sleeve.

"Are you sure you don't want to be carried too?"

Mimiko looked up Nanako who grinned at her. When you crouched down, she carefully wrapped her arms around your neck before you stood up.

"Aren't we taking the train back to the temple?" she asked quietly.

You glanced at the back of Suguru's head but he gave no indication one way or the other. He'd do anything for the twins. They'd grown up in the countryside and the Tokyo trains in their massive stations could sometimes still be something exciting for the girls.

"Getou-sensei doesn't want to go down there with all the stinky monkeys," Nanako said, loudly.

"Na-"

"It's alright," Suguru said. "If you want to take a train back."

You felt Mimiko lean her head against yours. The girls were not quite yet nine. They would get heavy if you carried them for long, but you'd carried heavier.

"Let's walk for a bit," you said, drawing up to him so you were shoulder to shoulder, so the twins' knees would nearly knock together if it weren't for your mate's advantage in height. "Manami can come pick us up when we're done."

Suguru purred, in some kind of encouragement you thought, the deep sound rumbling out to encompass the four of you. You knew he hadn't brought it up because some of the curse users who were showing up were making you... territorial. Manami maybe wasn't entirely to blame. She was another alpha and had shown up when the bond-mark between you and Suguru was still new.

But Suguru had since made it very clear that she was lower in the hierarchy of the family than you were, which helped. A little. Enough that you were comfortable ordering her around for his comfort at least.

Manami still passed Suguru a tablet once she found you with a car. When you tried to glare at her in the mirror, he just handed it to you with a laugh.

Opening it filled you with dread. You didn't want to know what he was up to half the time. But it wasn't the worst thing you'd seen. And most of it was - oh.

"This is my project," you murmured, flipping through a document.

It wasn't very detailed. At best it could be called an outline of the information you'd sought, but you could fill in more of it.

Suguru leaned over your shoulder, pulling back from talking to the twins likely unwisely seated together in the front seat. He had rolled up his sleeves at some point and his skin where it brushed yours was very warm.

You glanced up at him, only for him to raise an eyebrow and hum in expectation.

You pressed your lips together and looked back at the tablet, slowly curling up with Suguru around it as he pointed out details and you made notes with a stylus.

He took it back when Manami said something you hadn't heard, but this time you let him, after giving him a stern look. "Nothing stressful," you reminded him lowly. Both of you knew it was more a hope than command, but he took it good naturedly.

He leaned forward to discuss a job with the other alpha and you leaned back, head on the sun-warmed leather seat, pressed thigh to thigh with Suguru, thinking of what was in the refrigerator to make for dinner, of how you would get around the school's - it was still weird to think of that as the marker for the sorcerer world, to be on the other side of "us and them" - monitoring in order to get the project going, wondering if it would be harder or easier to get Nanako to actually go to sleep after the day you'd had.

Who would have thought running off with a condemned criminal would turn out to be so domestic? It wasn't a new thought, but it certainly made it easier to pretend that this was not as bad as it could be. It was not as bad as it could be. Maybe there wasn't only blood at the end of the road.

Nanako called your name and you lifted your head up to see her squishing her head between the seat and the wall, hair all scrunched up against the plastic.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Mimiko should dye her hair?"

"Does Mimiko want to dye her hair?"

The girls had decided on western style food for dinner and had finally quieted down enough that they were settled in front of the television with the workbooks one of the tutors Suguru tolerated had them working on.

Yet another reason to the move the project forward. For now, the girls had not yet divided the world around them into sorcerers and non-sorcerers. They were still receptive to genuine kindness from normal humans. But Suguru's distaste for the visitors was obvious to you and you didn't want to wait for the twins to start mirroring it to their tutors' faces.

You moved laundry from the washer to the dryer and filled the first machine up again while Suguru pulled ingredients down from the cabinets.

When you got back to the kitchen, it was your turn to sag against him, flopping to the floor and resting your head on his lower back when he went to rummage in the refrigerator for a drink.

"What?"

You let out a helpless giggle, all the thoughts you had quieted while in public rushing back now that you were back at home.

Suguru bit back a wide smile, the sort of genuine smile that reminded you why you'd left, made you glad that you'd followed him.

He sat on the floor at your side, arm propped up on one knee as he popped open a melon flavored pouch of vitamin jelly he'd found.

The sounds of Doraemon came from down the hall but neither of the kids made much noise. Still, you kept your voice low. "We're twenty-one with twin girls. I'm exhausted."

Suguru laughed, leaning over until his head was resting on top of yours. You just breathed in the scent of him, the faint remaining smell of sunlight and fresh water from the park which overlaid the traces of the inoffensive laundry soap you all used and over that his scent, shifting layers of pine and blackberry, mint, and white tea. You would know him anywhere.

You reached up and felt his forehead with the back of your fingers. Still warm, like you had worried it might be.

Suguru pulled your hand away, pressing his lips to your index finger and threading your fingers together on his lap.

"It's fine."

"Let me worry for you," you say. If there is no one else, let me be the one to remember you are human.

"Alright," he says, such a soft affirmation, using his thumb to massage circles on your still captured hand while he humors you.

All the words pile together at the base of your tongue, flooding up now that they are given permission. He's been working too hard - consuming curses from humans that make even you tempted to try your hand at the kind of murder that's more than just business, relocating to this temple in the last year, making sure that the operation is entirely under the radar so that he doesn't get caught before he's ready, managing the incredibly petty squabbling between the chairmen and leaders of the cults he's pulled together under his feet.

And it's not like you're not also stressed. You're not kidding when you say it's hard work parenting when you're technically still on the run. It's easy to transfer money so thankfully you don't have to do something as stereotypical and dastardly and inconvenient as drag actual bags of cash around, but at your insistence there are go-bags in your closet, one for each of you. You know Suguru has made that stupid little worm with the infinite stomach swallow things other than weapons.

Maybe there is money in there. Who knows. But the point is you're not the one that gets hit with dry heats on top of migraines and nausea so bad he can't eat, and you're not the one suffering through them just to make another point in front of the monkeys.

And you miss Satoru. You don't know why you're thinking of him so much today. Maybe because he always found a way to make Suguru laugh and it's getting harder and harder to do that these days. He spends too much time behind the faces he wears when he's in that stupid monk's uniform.

You eye the vitamin pack and Suguru rolls his eyes at you, squeezing more of the jelly into his mouth.

"We don't know if this one is going to go all the way," he reminds you. Which is probably why he picked that and not one of the calpico or canned teas. You swear he eats like an old man (or a child, you recalled Suguru and Satoru picking through bags of candy on the lawn, no middle ground). You'd learned to make shojin ryori dishes as a joke about the priest thing and because doing it calmed you down whenever you started panicking about what Suguru was doing at the rebranded Star Cult and what you were doing waiting at home like his stay-at-home alpha.

"The thing I hate most--" you hesitated but Suguru's clear apprehension spurred you on. "The thing I hate most is seeing you in pain."

He barely hesitates before he's pulled back enough to let you see the slightly licentious look on his face, a growl behind his words when he leans in close to your ear. "That's not what it felt like when you made me come screaming last time."

Immediately your face flares hot, rushing from your chest to the top of your head. You know he's trying to distract you. It doesn't stop you from whipping your head to the door and your breath going silent, shallow and quick. You're praying there are no approaching footsteps to match the rapid pattering of your heart in your ears.

There's nothing. Everything is right here in front of you, one hand clutching his stomach as tears of silent laughter spring to the corner of his eyes.

He's trying to be quiet as you are, cognizant of the kids not too far away, but a peal of laughter still escapes when he goes to take a breath. "Wish you could see your face."

It's very tempting to remind Suguru what his face looked like, flushed and panting, too strung out to look like anyone but himself, but you're not quite that shameless.

You're also not quite detached enough not to etch this face into your memory too. The one that looks like it comes from a different time and place entirely from anywhere you've been with Suguru before. You think that maybe this is what's on the other side of Suguru's poisoned dream.

Someone joyous and terrible, who does not need to understand their place on the altar of the world because it is already known, someone who understands without burden.

Yet it's distinctly immature the way he snickers at you trying to restore a bit of your composure by channeling the heat in your body away.

If anyone ever finds this memory, you will blame the impulsiveness of youth on the way you hiss out "maybe we should actually get you pregnant with twins and see who's laughing." It's not exactly fair to start something you can't finish - you can hear water boiling on the stove - but you can also hear the way the air catches in his throat and see red splashing across his cheeks like you've slapped him.

There's a tingle that goes down your neck when you watch Suguru shiver, even while your hands are already going to your mouth. "Sorry," you squeak out past your fingers.

Suguru coughed out a sheepish laugh, red slowly making its way to the tips of his ears. "Weren't you the one that just said two makes you tired? What are we going to do with four?"

Keep you out of trouble for a year?

"I don't know," you say instead, almost without thinking, still in shock at your own words. "People says babies are cute. We missed the twins' terrible twos so we'd get to do that."

"Who wants to experience temper tantrums?"

At that you scoffed your eyes, "Like you haven't seen someone way older through a tantrum before."

The red was finally fading from Suguru's cheeks as he rolled his eyes in agreement. He sucked thoughtfully on the supplement pack, sitting back against the wall. You knew you were thinking of at least one of the same people.

He stayed on the floor when you got up and dumped a package of pasta into the now roiling pot, stirring it doubtfully. It wasn't what you had grown up eating and even following a recipe you weren't always sure you had gotten things right. The kids seemed to think it was good enough though so you left it after dumping more salt into the water.

You settled back down next to him. So rare were the days when you got him, just him, all to yourself. No robes, no swallowing down bitter curses, no cruel, empty shape to his face when he returned.

The sun was starting to set.

You pressed your forehead to Suguru's temple, caressing his cheek and pulling him as close as he would allow. Something in him fell away, resistance or tension. He gave the vaguest shiver once more when you used your other hand to slip beneath the collar of his shirt and trace your fingers around the bite on the back of his shoulder.

It wasn't a sorcerer's mating. Suguru accepted your distance from the cults' cursework but would not risk the hold on his power. He'd wanted the mark though. You were not sure why.

He still seemed less on-edge when the inevitable scuffle came down the hall and you pulled apart with one last nuzzle.

"Can I have a snack?" Nanako asked, but you could see Mimiko hanging in her shadow for a second before she brought her workbook up with her and set it down on the ground at your side.

Suguru offered Nanako the rest of the vitamin supplement and she just wrinkled her nose at him. His eyes were soft when he heaved himself up with a sigh, stretching to treat you with a flash of his toned stomach.

He just seemed smug when you tsk'd at him and he went to start cutting up an apple for the girls to share.

You brought Mimiko over to the table where you pointed out the correct strokes on her kanji practice.

Dinner was a more subdued affair, children tired but satisfied in their adventures. The twins recount the boat ride. It seems to have satisfied Mimiko's curiosity but now Nanako wants to go back. There's a zoo in your future apparently, but also she likes the water. And clambering back and forth between the boats. She's got a delinquent streak in her, a confident irreverence that makes it all too easy to imagine some other way for how she'd come into your life.

Mimiko cajoles her, already intent on imitating Suguru's surface level decorum. Nanako's power has to do with pictures but Mimiko is the one who watches with sharp dark eyes.

It's disrespectful to the food to be filled with such dark feelings but you again feel a pulse of hate for the villagers you had never met. The ones who had locked such bright young girls in a cage. The ones who had likely been involved in their parents' deaths.

You're not glad that Suguru killed them all but you are glad that they have you now. Spilling pasta sauce across the table and pouring their salad on top of it so they have a hard time finishing both things and all.

More dishes, more laundry, then the children to brush their teeth while Suguru showers and then you do the same right after while he reads to them, telling them sorcerers stories of spirits and old heroes. It's a rhythm that is all too easy to follow. There is always something to do in the house and Suguru refuses "monkey" servants in his living space so you two do it all yourselves.

If you wanted, it would be easy to forget just how far you've stumbled from the life you once thought you would live.

Suguru's hair is so long it is still damp when you pull a comb through it, sitting cross legged on the low bed. It's left a wet patch in the middle of his back and you pull the shirt from his skin so it dries faster. Your knuckles brush the soft skin at the back of his neck when you lift his hair but it's so typical you are in one anothers' space he barely blinks.

How strange to be sentenced to death but, in these moments, no longer feel destined to die.

You twist layers of Suguru's hair around your fingers to keep it from frizzing up while he reads to you, book lying open in one broad palm while he turns the pages with his left hand.

It's a book of poetry. Suguru claims that practicing the careful cadences helps him when he has to speak at the cult. There is something rhythmic and hypnotic, quietly powerful and passionately mad about the speeches he makes to the masses, stepping into that role. But you like listening to him read because he does it without flinching, without forcing himself to passionately hate the hands that wrote the words. He does better when he doesn't see normal people. You've not quite figured out how to bring up the fact that non-sorcerers do most of the producing in the world and you're not sure how he expects modern life to survive the purge.

You suppose he doesn't, expect it to that is.

"-here I choose to dwell, the world in which I live, men have named a 'Mount of Gloom'. The color of the flower has already passed away while I set my gaze on trivial things-"*

His black hair is heavy like silk in your hands when you tug it out of the way to begin kneading into his back. Suguru's always been so beautiful. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick with muscle, his waist is wide too. He has a strong, solid silhouette built from years of fighting. He has scars, including the faded remains of the cross Toji had carved into his chest.

Sorcerers in this world did not often get a life of happiness.

Suguru put down the book in favor of pressing a kiss to the inside of your arm, pulling your fingers away from the scar. "You know having kids hurts, right?"

You buried your face in the back of his neck with a snort, rubbing your face into the soft sleep shirt and his solid back to scent your mate as he stroked the soft skin where his lips had just touched, wrapping both of his hands around yours so it was engulfed in his warmth, dipping his head to press his brow to your wrist. The wrong kind of hurt, masked again by a poor attempt at humor.

With your free hand you pressed circles into the muscle of his lower back and hips. Suguru folded forward with a low hum. He let you go so he didn't pull you over his shoulder, but his hand chased yours, fingers still tangled together for a moment over his shoulder.

"You always get tight when you're stressed and then you get headaches," you murmured. Still the wrong kind of hurt.

Suguru called your name. He lay the book in its nook within his bedside table and twisted around so that he was looking at you.

Looking at you with one of those half-stranger faces, as he often did when he wanted to lie to you. Only for it to become him again, only him, a flicker of something through his eyes.

"I'm fine," he said finally. "We knew that achieving my dream doing was going to be difficult."

You hadn't gone with him to change the world together. You also hadn't gone with him knowing that you could love someone this much. Even through this madness.

His cheek was soft and his lips softer when you kissed him. "I know."

Suguru's soft expression was the last thing you saw before using your technique to turn off the light. He huffed in faint amusement but didn't complain. He had not released you and you did not want to let him go.

You were already half tangled together before you laid side by side in the dark but as you always did, you curled around one another. Even if you did not start out this way, as long as you woke in the same bed beside your mate, it always ended up like this - twined together like choking vines, legs slotted together, arms tossed around one another.

Tonight Suguru hooked you close by your waist. His head you tucked under your chin, slowly resuming running your fingers through his hair, massaging circles at the base of his skull and rumbling in pleasure when he purred low and sleepy in response.

Even though I cannot help you, thank you for letting me take care of you.

You didn't know what mask he would put on tomorrow, but you knew who he was right now. It felt like stealing, all these moments and days when he was just with you, young and laughing and finding out who he was without the weight of a new world on his shoulders. Forgetting for a moment the blood on his hands.

No, most sorcerers did not get a life of happiness, but you would take what you could get and tuck it tight to your chest. No matter if it took longer and longer to find Suguru, no matter if one day you could still lose him.

*the poems are the end and start respectively of tanka 8 and 9 (Kisen Hoshi and Ono no Komachi) pulled by happy chance from the Hyakunin isshu which was an anthology collected by Fujiwara no Teika in 1235 and translated in 1917 by Clay MacCauley.

#getou suguru x reader #omega!suguru #alpha!reader #reader insert #alpha reader #omegaverse #io.omegas #jujutsu kaisen #i am quickly realizing that I might actually prefer writing the alpha goes with gojo version of this tragedy #it's not at all that i don't enjoy writing this. i love getou dearly #but there's a specific kind of pain associated with watching himfall further and further and knowing nothing can stop it #and writing from the point of view of someone who's not sure if they should lose themselves with him or hold onto the way things are normal #trying to keep him from being alone in the dark #i'm not sure if he's dark enough to make the alpha kill humans #but i also don't think they think they have the power/safety to teach the girls that they shouldn't kill humans #they don't think they have that right given the twins' history #incidentally the park they went to is probably Inokashira park #that's where the swan boats are famous but i'm also not thee most invested in 100% geographic accuracy #especially given i have no idea where getou's temple is located in the city (or if it's even in Tokyo)#calpico is actually really tasty it's like a milky fruit drink. it tastes like it should have yogurt in it but doesn't #shojin ryori is the overarching term for japanese style buddhist food #it's incredibly delicious and always seemed like it would be a pain to make because full sets really do come on like 10 different plates #anyway happy birthday you punk (fondly)#(guys i wrote this in like? december??? and I was so torn up about waiting until suguru's birthday but!#i didn't realize it would be here so soon! and i think it was worth the wait. I hope you do too <3)#happy birthday getou suguru

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queermania · 1 year ago

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We need a sound clip of all of those haha

ask and ye shall receive

transcript: [french accent] sam winchester… merci. oh. okay i farted big deal stop fainting. do you need to go to timeout? okay. don’t touch the holes in my knees! answer-answer her question. do you use conditioner? no, we’re gonna have to clean the sheets. he sweats. it looks like you fellatio’d ronald mcdonald. i’m-i'm kirby. and i don’t–i don’t know who you are. you guys... i mean you look just like ‘em. it drives! his eyeballs are vibrating. will you just drink your fucking water and get off the stage? what you gonna do about it, daddy? put a little cocktail sauce on that you’ll be fine. those were raw. lisa? [french accent] …okay? [high pitched] what did i tell him? name it and say goodbye. fuck you steven. and i’m sorry, sir, you’re an actor, right? that i am. it’s listed right there. sir, can you ride a bike? nope, but if you look a little further, you’ll see that i can bicycle tour. i did. i did. as i do. do you like cheese curds or onion rings? [gagging]. i brought it with me. [irish accent] one two three four five. no, you’re wrong. who said that? he was deceased! now you’re super angry. y’all are fucked up. dean has no taste, clearly. fireplace. he’s in the fireplace. don’t send that my way! yeah i didn’t like that. i’m gonna foot-five your face. not me! because he’s my friend. no, man, i get better with age. y’all pack a punch. i’ve learned not to let them do that now. [danneel voice] she’s like food. food. and like i’ve met her. jesus. he can't help you now. he loved it. this is not a thinking question. i think it's herbal essence. aah there it is!

#spn cast #myedit #jackles #because it's mostly him let's just be honest #anonymous #replies

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notsocheezy · 6 months ago

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Brain Curd #101

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Professor Creek scribbled on the chalkboard and turned around to face the lecture hall, which was packed full. She looked across the crowd and furrowed her brow.

“No wonder you’ve all decided to take this class. You’re off to an awful start!” She started pointing at every person in the front row. “I found you, I found you, I found you… have any of you ever even played this game?”

She stepped to the side and gestured with both hands to what she’d just written on the board: “Intro to Hide & Seek.”

A guy in the back row raised his hand and Creek pointed at him.

“How do you know you weren’t supposed to be the one hiding?” He chuckled. “Maybe we found you.”

Creek rubbed her forehead. “Christ, this is worse than I thought. There can only be one person who is ‘it’ per game of Hide & Seek! I’m ‘it’! None of you are ‘it’!” She held up her hands and looked at the faces in the crowd. All of them seemed either confused or sleepy.

“Alright…” She sighed. “Let’s start with the basics. There are two broad categories of roles in this game - Hiders and Seekers. Hiders - that’s all of you, class - are meant to find hiding spaces in the general vicinity where the Seeker - also known as ‘it’ - ‘seeks’ them out. The game is over when either all Hiders are found or the Seeker forfeits. It’s a fundamentally asymmetric form of play, and for that reason, is an excellent showcase of strategy. Any questions so far?”

A girl in the third row raised her hand. “Is Tag a form of Hide and Seek?”

“Let me answer your question with another question. Do players hide in Tag?”

“Well, no, but -”

“That’s your answer. Listen up everyone, I know many of you took this class because you thought it was going to be easy credits, but Hide & Seek is a very serious matter. It could save your life someday! Say you’re in your house, and a murderer has broken in -”

The students began chattering and murmuring, shocked.

“Hey, hey, hey!” She snapped her fingers. “Listen up! You aren’t children anymore! You are adults, privileged enough to attend this venerated institution to learn from experts in high-demand fields! Act like it! Now, back on topic: Hide & Seek.”

She waited a moment for the class to calm down and continued.

“This really happened to me, alright, so listen up: An ax-wielding psychopath broke into my home, so what did I do? I used my honed skills to locate a hiding spot where no one would find me, and guess what? He didn’t find me. He checked under the bed, he checked the closet, he checked the shower, but he couldn’t find me. So he moved on! He left! He forfeited the game! My neighbor wasn’t so lucky, bless her soul.”

Most of the students were visibly disturbed at this point. A nonbinary student seated in the middle section of the class raised their hand.

“Where did you hide?”

Creek scoffed. “I can’t tell you that! It’s too advanced for any of you anyway. If you’re curious about those sorts of techniques, I suggest you take my intermediate course next semester.”

Professor Creek used the remaining half hour or so of her time to go over the syllabus, the most important point of which was participation credit. She threatened to cut it to zero for any student she found in the classroom on Wednesdays. Despite her skills at Hide & Seek, she wasn’t able to find a single one of them. Maybe the students weren’t so bad at this after all.

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leviathanverse · 1 year ago

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Chapter 26: Succesful hunt

Yami stood at the border of the forest she had sent her men in. She didn't know what dragons or creatures had made this forest their home. She had to be careful if she wanted everything to go smoothly.

From what one of the survivors told her, there was a massive dragon that attacked once they entered the forest.

Knowing that this would make her job harder, she sighed. She looked down at the ground by her feet, glaring at a very famous dragon that was used for medieval times for curing blood pressure.

She had managed to get her hands on these dragons by manipulating a doctor. Apparently, they were very hard to find these past few years.

Little blood suckers, they were. Drinking blood like a vampire bat or other blood sucking critters, hence why they were called Vampire Wings.

" You look disgusting just wriggling in there."

She twisted her face to that of disgust. She kicked the cage, and the dragons yelped and made roars of fear.

She groaned and grabbed the handle of the cage. She was going to use these dragons to lure the massive dragon out.

There was no way it would refuse to try and get rid of the intruders of its territory. Especially if it is a pack of fifteen Vampire Wings.

She looked behind her at the rest of the hunters. She made a curd nod and the leader nodded in return.

" Once the dragon comes out, shoot at it. Don't mess this up. We need it alive in order for it to kill Y/n and Zika."

" Got it. Get into position!"

She saw the hunters walk and form a half circle behind her. She turned her attention back to the small blood sucking dragons.

She carried them to the border and hung them up in a tree. She quickly took cover and got out her tranquilizer gun and darts ready in case her group messed up.

She heard the small dragons yelp and roar, and it got on her nerves. She refrained herself from killing them. She did promise to give them back to the doctor. Alive.

She wasn't one to break promises, unfortunately for her. She had grown up to keep promises. Except for the HQ. She made sure to not promise anything with them.

She'd break them, as they weren't part of her plan. She would've made promises to them as part of her plan, but she feared that the entire HQ would get suspicious about her disappeances every now and then.

She heard wings flapping and held the tranquilizer gun tighter as she peeked from her hiding spot. She saw the dragon land and her eyes widened at its sheer size.

She remembered how the guard said that the dragon was big, but he didn't mention that the dragon wad half the size of a mountain!

It immediately attacked her party and she quickly aimed at it, finding the vulnerable spot right by its neck. By now, it had eaten the entire group she went with to captur it.

She shot at its neck, and it immediately tried to claw the dart out. She came out of hiding, knowing that the dragon would collapse anyways.

It made a loud screech, and she covered her ears.

" Fucking bloody Mary on a cross!"

The dragon turned to look at her and immediately tried to swipe its paw at her. It's movements were sluggish.

It collapsed before it could even do anything to her, eyes were half closed as it whined for a final time before falling unconscious. She huffed, and grinned.

She felt the ground shake beneath her, and realized that it hadn't screeched out of panic. It had screeched for back up.

She quickly went to her previous hiding spot, and did the same procedure. She saw a large red eyed dragon come into view.

She saw small dragons she recognised as Speedwraiths. An entire pack of them. However, she wasn't after them. She was after the large dragons.

She aimed at its neck, and fired. She quickly hid to make sure it didn't see her. Instantly, it collapsed. She knew from how the ground shook.

She peeked from her spot, and saw the Speedwraiths retreat with the cage of Vampire Wing dragons.

" Shit. Doesn't matter. I'll be able to pay off the amount."

She went into the forest and scanned the trees. The trees. She looked up and wondered if she could use it to her advantage.

" .... Fuck it. I'm climbing."

She packed her tranquilizer gun away and looked up. She jumped up to a branch, using her arms to pull her up.

She repeated the process, and made it to the top. She had a nice view of the forest from up there.

She saw a cave, and grinned. She jumped from tree to tree while she made sure to not lose her balance and plummet to her death.

...

She hid in the treetop and saw two other massive dragons. She looked at the cave mouth, and saw the dragon that the dealer was looking for.

" Perfect."

She got her tranquilizer gun out, and another tranquilizer gun. She aimed the guns at both of their necks before firing.

" Urogi! Karaku!"

She frowned upon seeing Y/n and Zika. The dragons collapsed as the tranquilizers made themselves useful.

She aimed the guns at both Y/n and Zika and fired. She grinned as they both stumbled like drunk people.

" Z....ika...."

" Y/n..."

She saw them both collapse as the aquatic dragon screeched out of fear and panic. She climbed down, coming out of hiding as she approached the hole that contained it.

" You really are a beauty. No wonder the dealer was looking for you."

She aimed a tranquilizer gun at it. Before she could fire at it however, electricity danced on its body and it released its fire power at her. She dodged, and looked at it in shock.

It- it could use the same ability like the Storm Wraiths?! She dodged again, aiming her gun at its arms and fired.

Thankfully for her, it didn't have enough time to fire at her at that exact moment. It went under the water, bubbles bubbling at the surface as if trying to get free.

" Well that went well."

She sighed before getting out her walkie talkie.

" Get bigger cages and cranes. These dragons are large."

" Copy."

" And get a big sized tank with filters. As well as cuffs and two smaller cages for the enemy."

" Got it! We're on our way!"

She turned the walkie talkie off, grinning while she put the guns away. She put all her weight onto one leg, hands on her hips.

" Now the next step to my plan can be put into action."

She waited for the cages, tank and cuffs to arrive. She kept herself busy by tying up Y/n and Zika, the Eeltailed- Sirenwraith and even the large dragons.

She was thankful for having extra rope with her. Or she'd be unable to tie up the four massive dragons. She could finally move onto her other plan.

" Finally. Now I can get rid of you two before moving on to step eight of my plan."

She hummed as she thought of how she would do her next course of action. At least she got another burden off of her shoulders.

It wouldn't be long until she could move onto the next step in her plan. She felt happy. Now, it was time to play the waiting game.

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#demon slayer #hantengu clones dragon au #dragon hantengu clones au #angry oc with a hatred for humans #the hunter assassin book #hantengu #sekido #urogi #karaku #aizetsu #zohakuten

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tzimiscequeen-blog · 6 months ago

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In the Heart of the Flames

Chapter 3 (NSFW MDNI)

Synopsis: Jinjer and Heat bond some more and things begin to get a little warm.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, Let the smut begin, mutual masturbation, lots of kissing

WC: 5500+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

One afternoon after one of your now normal deliveries you you stopped at home and grabbed some snacks along with your crochet project. You grabbed a few biscuits and the lemon curd. You had mentioned it and Heat said he liked lemon things but had never tried spread. When he tasted it, he was stunned and thought it was the most amazing thing ever. His sweet enthusiasm made your heart swell. After your snack you worked on your separate projects. You on a duster sweater and he another sketch in his sketchbook. You leaned on the arm of the bench with your feet draped over his lap. Occasionally he would give your calf a gentle squeeze, a small rub, and continue with his sketches. It was almost subconscious.

“It’s like magic,” he commented as watched you after he put his sketchbook down.

“What is?” you smiled at him.

“You just move that hook, wrap the yarn around it, stick it through another loop and it makes something you can wear,” he replied in awe.

You gave a good laugh.

“Well it’s nearly as good as you putting a pencil to paper and beautiful art appears,” you complimented him.

His cheeks turned bright red, you had to stifle a laugh of this traditionally intimidating looking guy blushing so hard.

“Heh, well, it’s one of the only things I can do well,” he said.

“Oh, shush. There are tons of things you do well,” you added.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah! You are good at carrying heavy things, you can hold your liquor well, you are a good dancer, you tell really good stories, you make me laugh, you make beautiful art, you’re great to talk to, and you’re good at pretending you’re not one of the most attractive men around,” you said, blushing at the last comment.

“Thanks…wa…wait. You think I’m attractive?” he asked, completely surprised.

“Well of course. I mean, your whole crew is good looking, but you’re the best one of the bunch. Plus, your hair is jealousy inducing. I would kill to have luscious beautiful hair like yours. And your smile lights up my day. You smile with your whole face and I can’t help but smile back,” you explained as you reached out and cupped the side of his face. He smiled at your touch and pressed his cheek into your hand.

“Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before. Especially about my smile,” he gave you a chaste smile, his eyes were a little sad.

“You’re welcome. It’s the truth. Your tattoos just accentuate it more,” you replied.

He sat there for a few moments with your hand on his cheek and looked at you. His eyes brightened and smiled wide. Your thumb idly stroked his cheek. He closed his eyes and he placed his hand over yours. His thumb mimicked your movements but on the back of your hand. When your thumb gently slid over the scars on the corner of his mouth he sucked his breath in and his eyes shot open.

You quickly removed your hand thinking you hurt him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you started as he interrupted.

“Oh, no. It’s OK. It didn’t hurt. You just surprised me,” he said.

You both chuckled a bit nervously and after a moment you composed yourselves.

“I…uh…I’ll be right back. Gotta pee,” he said still with a nervousness to his voice then stood, closed his sketchbook and left it on the bench as he headed to the tree line and disappeared. He came back a couple minutes later stuck his hands in the ocean and then sat back down.

You each worked on your pieces in mostly silence for a while but resumed your previous positions. It was later in the afternoon and you needed to get home to help with dinner. As you were both packing your things you heard a piece of paper rip and Heat was next to you.

“I want you to have this,” he said as he handed you a sheet from his sketchbook.

You noticed his fingers were covered in the graphite of his pencils. You smiled at him and you looked at the picture.

It was of you smiling. It was incredibly lifelike and he was a master artist. You dropped your bag and just stared at the sketch.

“H…Heat. This is gorgeous,” you finally said.

“It’s how I see you,” he gave you a bashful smile as he boldly pushed loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

“I…um…ah…thank you so much. I will cherish this,” you said as you struggled to find the words. Your heart was beating faster and you felt your cheeks flush.

“Good. I’m glad you like it,” he replied as he grabbed your bag and gave you a little nudge out of your stupor.

He walked you home like all the other days. You opened the door and he turned to head back to the ship when you called to him.

“Heat, do you want to stay for dinner?” you asked. Secretly hoping he’s say yes.

“Uh, sure. As long as you have enough,” he retorted.

“Young man, get that butt in here and grab a bowl,” Bea called from inside the cozy house.

“Heh, yes, ma’am,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Hey, Mr. Heat. Why are you so tall?” Marguerite, your youngest sister asked.

You choked on your drink and Heat just gave a bassy laugh.

“Well, Margie, I just am. Just like some people have brown or blonde hair,” he said, then Riley chimed in (your second youngest sister).

“Or blue hair.”

“Heh, yeah, or blue hair. Some people are really tall and some are really short,” Heat patiently explained.

“Oh, ok! Thanks!” Margie went back to eating her food.

“You’re welcome Margie,” he smiled.

You caught his eye and mouthed “Thank you.”

He nodded with a smile.

He stayed after dinner and helped you and Bea clean up and then sat and answered all the children’s questions.

“That is a good man down there,” Bea said to you as you helped her get the kids beds ready upstairs.

“He’s pretty great, huh?” you replied.

“You know that you don’t need to worry about us, right dear?” she said.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“If you want to leave when they do then go. We will be fine. We’re supposed to be dead, no one knows who we are and we can reach out to Henry if we have to,” she said.

“I can’t…” you started to speak when Bea interrupted you and put her hand on your arm.

“Just give it some thought without feeling guilty about leaving us behind. Your life hasn’t been easy for your young age. You deserve happiness and that man has made you smile more than I’ve ever seen you,” she offered.

“Bea…I’ll think about it,” you conceded.

“I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. That’s special. That’s the same looks Francis and I would give each other. He’ll be good for you. Hell’s that whole pirate crew would be and you would be good for all of them, especially that one,” she smiled and patted your arm and headed downstairs to the gaggle of children.

“All right you little chicks. Time for bed. Say goodnight to your sister and Heat,” she gathered all five of the children, her children thought of you as their older sister too. They gave varying whines and protests, but conceded and after their goodnight hugs they went to bed.

“Let me change and we’ll meet up with the others,” you said.

“Take your time,” he replied.

That night the two of you kept stealing glances. The more drinks you consumed the more the two of you flirted. You found that you had found every excuse in the book to touch him. You sat next to him and you positioned your legs so that your knee rested against his. His arm rested along the back of the booth but you felt his fingers occasionally play with your hair. You leaned into him when you laughed and he leaned back into you.

He walked you home solo that night. You hugged but neither of you wanted to let go. You nestled your head into his chest. He smelled like campfire again and his body was warm in the brisk air. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, one arm wrapped around you and the other gently stroked your hair.

“You give the best hugs,” you mumbled.

“Thanks. You’re easy to hug, but I don’t want to let you go,” he confessed, the alcohol helping to get him to open up.

“You could come in. I don’t want to let you go either,” you offered as you pulled your head away to look at him.

His eyes searched your face, for what, you didn’t know. You cupped his cheek and he nuzzled into it like he did earlier in the day. He let out a small contented sigh.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

Your thumb retraced its movements from earlier. He didn’t wince this time, when it grazed over his scars. He practically purred.

“We don’t have to do anything more than hold each other. If that’s what you are worried about,” you said.

“O…OK,” he said before he turned his face in your hand and just barely kissed your palm. You could feel his cock twitch since you were still pressed up against him.

“Are you alright? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you said, concerned. His body was acting differently than his tone and words. You didn’t want him to feel like you were forcing him into something even if his body was enjoying it.

“I’m fine…I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you. I know you…uh…have issues with guys wanting only sex from you,” he replied. His eyes darted over your face again, which now you realized he was trying to gage your expression for permission.

You smiled at him and brought your other hand up to pull his head down to yours gently.

“I’m the one who offered, Heat. You’re not taking advantage of me,” you said quietly.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. It was so quiet you almost couldn’t hear him.

You answered by bringing your lips softly to his. He gave a slight moan and his arms pulled you closer.

His lips tasted of wood smoke and traces of the beer he drank. They were slightly chapped and he was gentle in his return kiss. Your heart began to flutter, you hadn’t felt like this since your first kiss with Henry. You never wanted his lips to leave yours. He made you feel relaxed and comfortable.

You could tell he was holding back, but he was still slowly ravishing your lips.

His cock continued to strain in his pants and you began to feel your desire pool between your legs. You released a small moan then he pulled away slightly.

“We should go in before you get too cold,” he whispered.

“As long as you keep kissing me,” you replied with a smile.

“I think I can do that,” he said before he gave you a quick peck and you opened the door.

Your room was on the first floor while everyone else slept upstairs. You had your own small bathroom connected to your room. Heat quietly took his boots off and placed them by the door. He removed his corset and sat on the bed.

You tossed your shoes in your closet and pulled out a pair of sleeping shorts and a t-shirt. You headed to the bathroom and quickly changed.

“Do you normally sleep in the clothes you wore all day,” you asked as you tossed your clothes into the hamper in your closet.

“Generally, no. I didn’t want to be inappropriate,” he replied a bit bashfully.

“Get comfy,” you said as you turned to give him some privacy. You could hear him get up and fabric shift. You glanced over your shoulder and his back was to you. He was completely naked. He pulled a hair tie out of his pocket and pulled his thick hair into a loose bun. It felt like time had stopped.

You wanted to run your nails along his scarred and muscled back. Unlike most men you knew, he actually had a nice firm looking ass, one you wanted to grab onto while he was on top of you. His legs were thick and muscled for his height. A rebellious moan escaped your lips as you thought about being wrapped up in his body.

“I generally sleep naked. I can put them back on,” he replied as he reached down to grab his pants. He obviously misunderstood the shocked expression on your face.

“No, that’s fine. I just didn’t think you were a nude sleeper,” you said.

“I tend to run hot, especially at night, so clothes make it worse,” he explained as he turned and began to crawl into your bed.

You paused your steps as you got a full frontal view. His cock was semi-hard and had to have been the biggest one you’d seen. He was definitely proportionate to his height. You focused in on the piercings he had. A ring through his tip and three barbells through the shaft. Even in your brothel days you had never seen anyone with those types of piercings.

“Jinjer, you OK?” he asked as he got into the bed.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry…I was just…um…admiring you,” you croaked out as you could feel your face ignite.

He gave you an embarrassed smile as your feet worked again and you climbed into the other side of the bed.

He slid his left arm under you while he leaned over you and his other hand caressed your cheek. You hummed at his touch.

“Thank you. I don’t get many compliments on my appearance. Especially from people outside my crew,” he gave you a half smile and kissed your forehead.

“That’s a shame. I think you are incredibly handsome,” you replied as you kissed the hand on your face.

“I think you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered as his eyes met yours. Your cheeks were practically glowing red.

“Thanks,” you said as you cupped his cheek in your right hand. He sweetly kissed your palm and then stopped. He gently took your arm in his large hands and looked over the burn scar that covered most of your right arm. He couldn’t see how much it covered you, but he could see your forearm. You kept it covered so this was the first time he had seen it.

His fingers gently moved over the marred flesh. Normally you would have jerked your arm away to hide it under the blankets, but you felt safe with Heat. You let him inspect your arm. His fingers moved up your bicep and he gently shifted the collar of your shirt and glanced at the burn that extended over onto your back and chest and stopped between your collarbone and the top of your breast.

His eyes looked at you with sadness as he closed them and gently kissed along your scars. You sucked your breath in and tears began to form in your eyes. Everyone always looked at your scars with disgust, even you. Your disgust was from the memories of what caused them, but everyone else just looked at you like a disgusting, broken thing.

When you worked at the brothel, Madam Elsbeth had a special outfit made for you that helped to disguise your burns. Now, you just wore clothing that hid them.

Heat continued to kiss your scars until he made his way back to your lips. His hands felt the silent tears that streamed from your eyes and his lips felt the hesitation from yours. He drew back immediately with concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong. No one has ever looked at my scars and not been disgusted by them,” you sniffled.

“Oh, Jinjer. I’m so sorry people made you feel like something was wrong with you,” he said as he wiped your tears.

“Thanks. I suppose it takes someone used to scars and violence to not care about my scars,” you replied as a realization, not a condemnation of his profession.

He sat up in the bed, back against the headboard. He gently pulled you up and wrapped his arm around you, your head rested on his chest. A chest you now noticed was covered in various scars and burns. Ice blue hair lightly covered his chest that was broad and muscular. It trailed down his firm torso under the sheets. He seemed to enjoy piercings as he had both his nipples pierced and his bellybutton pierced.

You idly traced the scars and burns along his chest while he spoke.

“Do you want to know what I thought when I saw these?” he asked as he took your arm and laid a few gentle kisses along it.

“What?” you replied quietly.

“That you are a survivor. These look to have been deep second degree burns and you survived whatever caused them,” he said as he kissed your knuckles.

“You survived the excruciating and long healing process. All the while taking care of your family,” he continued as he kissed back up your arm.

“You endured and survived. That makes you one of the strongest people I know and it makes you even more beautiful,” he finished as he laid a gentle kiss to your lips and wiped more tears from your face.

You couldn’t find the words to respond to him so you just wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest. His campfire scent filled your nose, his steady heartbeat helped regulate your own, and the way he gently stroked your hair helped to calm you.

He was incredibly patient and let you cry and relax at your own pace. He just held you and stroked your head. After a few minutes you calmed and pulled away. His left arm loosely draped over your hip and his right rested in his lap. He reached up and wiped the last of your tears.

“Thanks. You don’t know how bad I needed that,” you said as you got up and grabbed a washcloth from your bathroom. You wiped your face and then wiped his chest of your tears and embarrassingly, snot.

“I’m glad I helped you, though I have to admit I don’t like seeing you so upset,” he said as he tilted your chin up and gave you a gentle kiss.

“It makes me angry that people treated you that way. Enough to make you think that something was wrong with you,” he confessed as you got up to deposit the washcloth into your hamper.

“Thank you Heat. I can’t express how much that means to me. In my experience, most people are cruel and want to use others for their own gains…or legacy,” you mumbled the last two words as you sat on the edge of the bed. He shifted to sit behind you, half covered by the sheets. His bared left leg rested on yours, wrapped his long arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder.

He didn’t say anything as he noticed the burns extended your entire right side, down to your foot and a few smaller patches on your left leg. He just squeezed you tighter. He knew the pain of what those burns felt like. He caused many people to feel them and had felt them himself, though not to the degree of yours.

“Know that I would never use you. None of the Kid Pirates would. You’ve been nothing but kind to all of us. We might be a rowdy and violent bunch, but we also respect boundaries and the people who help us,” he said quietly as he kissed your shoulder.

“Thank you Heat. I can count on one hand how many people have been kind to me outside of Bea and the kids,” you confessed. You leaned back into his chest and held his arms that were wrapped around you.

“You’re welcome, love,” he whispered and softly kissed your neck.

You looked at him in surprise and he gave you a soft chuckle.

“It’s an endearment for those I care about,” he responded. He was mentally chastising himself for the slip up. They were only there for a little more than a month. He knew it was painful to fall in love when they would be leaving the island with the chance of never coming back.

He couldn’t help but fall for you though. In his 24 years, only four others treated him in a similar manner, though it was much rougher. He had been through literal hell with Kid, Killer, and Wire. Their love for each other was incomparable. Papas came later, but held a compassion as a doctor that Heat had never had. He’d be a little rough sometimes, but he cared and was the only other one outside of the other three that knew his demons.

You were different. He had the same feelings for you that he did for the others, but you were kind, gentle, and sweet. Even through the obvious pain you had been through, you could still smile and find pockets of joy. He loved everything about you and would savor every second he got to spend with you before they left.

“I like it,” you replied as you kissed along his jaw.

“Good, I’ll keep using it then…love,” he smiled.

You couldn’t get his voice out of your head with that word “love”. It sounded so good coming from him. In the last two months you had grown to really enjoy your time with him. All of the Kid Pirates really, but Heat in particular. His appearance fit right in with their stereotype, but he was the opposite of what you had expected. He was quiet, maybe a bit shy at times, kind, surprisingly gentle, and incredibly patient.

You assumed he had a very dark side too, he hid it well. You would notice pain in his eyes or a haunted stare into nothing on occasion, but it never lingered too long. You knew he was being sincere tonight. What would be the reason to play a long con to sleep with someone when there were plenty of brothels and easier locals to satiate his lust.

Your heart dropped as you remembered they were leaving soon. Then your kind and gentle giant would be gone and you would be left with a broken heart. You thought about Bea’s words. About how she gave you permission to leave. You hadn't thought about it much, but this moment right here, gave you the reason to really try to figure out what you wanted.

“Heat?” you turned partly to really look at him.

“Yes, love,” he replied, it was like a release valve opened and he couldn’t stop saying it.

You smiled and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

“You ready to lay down? I’m getting tired,” you asked.

“Of course,” he smiled and kissed your forehead.

The two of you shifted back to the head of the bed. His left arm settled underneath you. You leaned over and gave him a final kiss for the night. You held his face and gazed into his pale blue eyes. He smiled and brushed hair out of your face. You pressed your lips to his and his hands rested on your back. You wanted to savor the feel of his lips on yours, his woodsy, smoky scent, the way his arms enveloped you in a protective way instead of possessive.

You pulled away before you both got carried away. He gave a small sigh as your lips parted and there was no way he could hide how enjoyable he found that kiss.

“Sorry, I…uh…didn’t mean to excite you,” you apologized.

He caressed your face and smiled, “It’s alright. That was an amazing kiss.”

“I wanted to make sure I could remember it,” you replied.

“Know I won’t forget that one, or any of the others, really,” he smiled.

“Me neither,” you chuckled.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom to take care of this? It has a mind of its own sometimes and it will keep doing this until I release, I’m afraid,” he asked as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“Go right ahead,” you said as you smiled.

“It won’t take long,” he said as he stood and headed to the bathroom. His hand slowly stroked his cock as he walked.

“Heat?” you called.

“Yes, love?”

“Can you leave the door open?” you asked boldly. The alcohol had to have not run its course yet. You were using your internal voice out loud.

“Oh, that’s a pleasant surprise. Of course you can watch,” he gave a deep chuckle and continued to stroke himself.

Although you were tired, something came over you and you pulled the covers down and your shirt up. Warmth was already pooling in your abdomen and your clit was throbbing.

He leaned into the door frame of the bathroom and stroked as he watched your hands move across your body. One hand circled and pinched your nipples as the other dipped below the waist of your shorts and rubbed your clit. You quickly grew frustrated at how confining your shorts and underwear were and swiftly removed them which got a moan out of Heat.

You continued to squeeze and pinch your nipples as you shoved two fingers into your wet cunt.

“Fuck,” you heard Heat mumble and his strokes became faster.

You watched as his hips began to thrust. He was trying to time them with your fingers. You internally cursed your inability to get a good angle.

“Top drawer…you’ll know…toss it on the bed…” you moaned.

He quickly moved to your dresser and smirked as he tossed your dildo onto the bed. He stood closer now, but refrained from touching you.

You removed your fingers and coated the dildo with your slick and inserted it as you watched Heat. He licked his lips and pumped his cock harder.

“Love, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he said.

“Me neither,” you softly moaned.

The dildo gave you the fullness you needed to get the job done, but you imagined it was Heat’s cock inside you and you felt your orgasm climbing.

“Fuck…Heat…baby…I need to…hear you come,” you moaned.

“Yes, love,” he replied as his hips thrust hard into his hand as he watched you. So close, but not able to touch you.

“Jinjer…say my name again,” his voice was almost a whisper.

“Heat…baby…come for me. Come on me,” you hummed as you shifted your hips to get a slightly different angle.

“Mnnnn…yes…fuck…” he growled as he leaned over and pumped his cock over your torso. You felt the hot come shoot onto you and that pushed you over and you threw a pillow over your face to muffle the pleasured scream you released.

You were surprised he was still coming, though you remembered glancing his large balls. He leaned one hand on the foot board as he pumped the last drips of come from his cock.

He gave you a contented smile as he leaned down and laid a soft kiss to your lips. Quietly, he went to the bathroom and dampened a washcloth, grabbed a dry hand towel, and began to clean you. He gave a sweet kiss to your stomach and then gently pulled the dildo out. He gave you a cheeky smile as you twitched at the removal. He continued to clean you and once he was satisfied he went to the bathroom. Cleaned himself and then the dildo. He returned and handed you the shorts and underwear you tossed away.

“You didn’t have to clean me,” you said as you pulled them on.

“Yes I did, love,” he said as he climbed back into bed, “aftercare is more important than the sex.”

“I’ve never had anyone take care of me after,” you said as you climbed in next to him. His arms welcomed you.

“That’s a shame. No matter how tame a session is, there still needs to be care after,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“Should I have cleaned you?” you asked almost ashamed.

“No. I will gladly clean both of us every time, if there will be more. You don’t need to feel obliged to do it. I won’t turn it down if you do, but don’t feel you have to. You deserve to be pampered and treated with care,” he smiled down at you.

“Oh…well, thank you. I have a feeling there will be more nights like this,” you blushed.

“You’re welcome, love. The only time I need to be really cared for after is if it’s a rough session. I won’t go into detail now, but let’s say I can have some intense sessions with some of the crew mates. They are really good at aftercare,” he smiled.

“Oh, uh, I guess I didn’t realize you had partners on the ship,” you said as you thought it over.

“The intimacy dynamics on our ship is very different than most other crews. We are a very sex positive, open crew. Most of us have slept together or had other intimate encounters and they are all consensual. There are a few members that don’t participate. Some aren’t interested in sex or other forms of sexual intimacy and we all respect those boundaries. Dive is too young so we try to keep her away from our evening activities. We all take turns staying with her to keep her away from possible group events,” he explained as he softly ran his fingers down your arm.

“So you’ve been with Kid, Killer, and Wire?” you asked. You knew gay and bisexual men from the brothel, but you were a bit taken aback by this revelation when thinking of the personalities of those three and Heat.

“Yes, we’ve been partners for years. Papas and Quincy are also regular partners. Does that bother you, love?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

“No, I don’t think it does. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it. I’m having a hard time picturing Wire, Killer, and Kid being fucked by you…not that there is anything wrong with you. Shit, I didn’t mean it to come out that way…” you began to apologize for your poor wording.

“It’s alright, I know what you meant. Maybe one day you will see. It’s hard to explain our relationship to other people. I know all three, hell all five would like an audience. I could talk to them and have you watch one night,” he offered.

“Oh, uh. Really, they’d let me watch?” you bit your lip.

“Oh, yes. I’ll let you in on a little secret. All six of us, and I’m sure others on the crew, find you incredibly attractive. None of us would take action until you did. And just because we have this tonight, I’m not going to assume I have a right to you after this, no matter how much I may want it.”

You thought for a few moments to find the right words.

“Are you alright? I know that concept is not the normal for most people, but it is for us,” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m OK. I think I just need some time to wrap my brain around it if that’s OK?” you replied as you snuggled into his warm body.

“That’s perfectly fine, love. I know we aren’t going to be here forever, but I want to make sure you are comfortable in the time we are here,” Heat said. He hoped you wouldn’t look at him while he said those words. He wasn’t sure he could hide the pain in his face of leaving you. Thankfully you just squeezed him tighter.

“Thank you b…Heat,” you wanted to call him “baby” like you did earlier, but somehow saying outside of your passion filled moans, felt entirely too intimate for your short relationship.

“You’re welcome, love. Should we get some sleep or do you want to talk more?” he asked patiently.

“I think sleep would do us some good,” you chuckled.

“Agreed,” he smiled and gave you a kiss. He reached over and turned the lamp out. You both shifted down and he wrapped his long limbs around you. Your back nestled right into his chest as his right arm held you close. His right leg draped over both of yours. You held the arm around you like a lifeline.

“Good night Heat. Sweet dreams,” you said.

“Good night, love. I’m already having them,” he mumbled as he nuzzled his head into your neck.

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After spending the last week unpacking and making her new house their home, Liza spent the morning baking, planning on dropping by to see Bradley since she hadn't been by in a while. Besides- it was time to drop off her monthly cheat dessert. In the end Liza made two things, strawberry cheesecake dark chocolate brownies and then as a lighter option, fresh fruit and lemon curd pastry tarts (she also decided to pack in a container of protein-packed and sugar-free peanut butter mousse for a little treat that could last the next few days).

And once all that was done and she was ready to go, Liza headed off, getting to Bradley's home soon enough, knocking on the door and smiling brightly as the familiar face of the other woman's butler greeted her. "Hi! I come bearing gifts." She teased, holding up the little cooler she'd packed everything in.

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flowerorganics1 · 6 months ago

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Discover the benefits of besan and curd face pack for oily skin. Learn how this natural remedy can improve your complexion and control excess oil.

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best-skin-clinic-411017 · 2 years ago

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HOW TO REMOVE TAN FROM FACE AND BODY

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HOW TO CLEAR TANNING FROM THE BODY AND FACE -

Lemon Juice with Honey, first We don't advise using lemon, which is our major ingredient, on its own because it is so acidic by nature and might induce photosensitivity, etc. This is especially true before going outside in the sun.

Yogurt and whole-wheat flour Gram flour will gently exfoliate your skin to bring out your natural brightness, while curd, which is high in lactic acid and probiotics, will heal and moisturise burnt skin. For at least two weeks, repeat this procedure daily to completely remove your tan and reveal luscious, velvety skin.

3. Tomato Whichever name you give it, this scarlet fruit has a big and well-deserved fan base. Tomato is rich in lycopene, a natural sunscreen, and is packed with antioxidants that fend against free radical damage. Redness, skin damage, and discolouration will soon be issues of the past.

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itsherbalagic · 2 days ago

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Golden Spice: Everything You Need to Know About Natural Turmeric Powder

Pure organic turmeric powder is a spice every woman should have in her kitchen because of its enormous benefits for the body's overall health. Pure turmeric powder can brighten the skin naturally turmeric has soothing and calming properties which can help heal wounds faster. The rich antibacterial formula of pure turmeric powder fights the effects of allergy-causing germs.

It protects the skin from harmful toxins. Phytonutrients present in turmeric powder ensure that

the immune system functions harmoniously. Drinking hot water infused with turmeric can relieve the stomach from aching.

Why is Natural Turmeric powder called a golden spice? Its other names.

Natural Turmeric powder is called the golden spice because of its brilliant yellow color, which comes from the curcumin. It contains Turmeric is also known as “Indian saffron” because of its color and common usage. In Sanskrit, it's called “haridra”, which means “dear to Hari”. In Hindi, it's called haldi, in Tamil it's called “manjal”, and in Kannada it's called “arshina”.

Turmeric in Traditional Medicine

Turmeric has been used in Ayurvedic and Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) for thousands of years. It was traditionally used to treat a wide range of ailments, from digestive issues to skin conditions and inflammatory diseases. In Ayurveda, it’s often used to balance the body's energies, cleanse the blood, and support overall vitality.

How to Incorporate Turmeric Into a Diet ?

Turmeric can make curries, soups, stews, rice dishes, roasted vegetables, smoothies, salad dressings, marinades, and even baked goods tastier because of its peppery earthy, musky essence. Turmeric can be incorporated into a diet by adding it to all of these recipes also it can be drunk with hot water or milk.

Face mask recipes of natural turmeric powder

Turmeric and curd face mask: Take a generous amount of turmeric chickpea flour curd and honey in a bowl and mix it thoroughly with a spoon till no lumps are left in this mixture. This face pack reduces acne marks, gives a glow, and even-toned skin.

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Apply any of these face packs, let them dry, and then rinse them off with cold water to see the best results.

How ancient is turmeric powder? It was produced in which countries?

The use of pure turmeric powder dates back over 4,000 years from now to the Vedic culture in India. It was used as a culinary spice, for medicinal purposes, and in religious ceremonies. India, China, Myanmar, Nigeria, Bangladesh, are some countries where pure turmeric powder was produced and is still being produced.

Conclusion

Turmeric, the Golden Spice, is a powerful, natural addition to a diet and wellness routine. With its wealth of health benefits, versatility in cooking, and role in traditional medicine, turmeric offers a golden opportunity to enhance both your health and your meals. Whether you sprinkle it on your curry or enjoy a soothing turmeric latte, this spice has earned its place as a true superfood. Embrace the Golden Spice and experience the many ways it can benefit your body, mind, and soul. By incorporating natural turmeric powder into a diet and lifestyle, unlock its full potential and enjoy the remarkable health benefits it has to offer.

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desigheeblog · 9 days ago

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What Are the Ayurvedic Benefits of A2 Desi Ghee?

As we explore the Ayurvedic benefits of A2 Desi Ghee, it’s clear this traditional ingredient holds significant potential for enhancing our well-being. It not only plays a role in balancing our doshas but also supports digestion and boosts energy levels. Beyond that, we find its impact on skin health and immune function intriguing. However, the real question lies in how these benefits can be integrated into our daily lives for maximum effect. Let’s consider the specific advantages that A2 Desi Ghee might bring to our routines.

Understanding A2 Desi Ghee

Understanding A2 Desi Ghee is essential for anyone looking to enhance their cooking and well-being. Unlike regular clarified butter, A2 Desi Ghee is made from the milk of indigenous cows, which produce A2 beta-casein protein. This traditional ghee is prepared using the ancient Bilona method, where curd is churned and simmered, ensuring that it retains all its natural nutrients.

When we consider the nutritional profile, A2 Desi Ghee stands out as a superfood. It’s rich in fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E, and K, as well as butyrate, which supports our overall health. It’s also easier to digest compared to the A1 protein found in crossbred cow milk. This digestibility makes it a preferred choice for many.

Culturally, A2 Desi Ghee holds significant importance in Indian traditions and Ayurveda, symbolizing purity and health.

While clarified butter may serve basic cooking needs, it lacks the extensive health benefits we find in A2 Desi Ghee. By choosing A2 Desi Ghee, we’re not only enhancing our cooking experience but also embracing a food that nourishes our bodies and aligns with traditional practices.

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For those of us who are lactose intolerant, A2 Desi Ghee is particularly beneficial, as it’s easier to digest compared to regular ghee. Its protein structure closely resembles that of human breast milk, which contributes to its gut-friendly properties.

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Moreover, it’s packed with fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E, and K. These vitamins are essential for maintaining immune function, with Vitamin A playing a key role in preserving the integrity of our skin and mucous membranes, acting as a barrier against pathogens.

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Experience the transformative effects of A2 Desi Ghee on our skin and beauty. This natural moisturizer works wonders by providing long-lasting hydration and restoring our skin’s moisture barrier without clogging pores.

With its rich content of essential fatty acids and fat-soluble vitamins, A2 Desi Ghee deeply penetrates the skin, making it feel nourished and revitalized. Its antioxidants combat free radicals, preventing premature aging and promoting a healthy, glowing complexion.

We can also use it to soothe irritated skin conditions like eczema and sunburn, thanks to its anti-inflammatory properties. Moreover, A2 Desi Ghee brightens our skin tone, reduces dark spots, and enhances our overall radiance.

For our hair, A2 Desi Ghee acts as a natural conditioner, nourishing the scalp and promoting healthy hair growth. It prevents dryness and brittleness while protecting against damage, making our hair feel soft and luxurious.

Regular use can even help reduce dandruff and improve scalp health. Incorporating A2 Desi Ghee into our beauty routine not only enhances our skin and hair but also brings the benefits of Ayurveda into our daily lives.

Let’s embrace this wonderful natural remedy!

Balancing Body Doshas

Balancing our body’s doshas is essential for maintaining overall health and wellness. A2 Desi Ghee plays a crucial role in this balance, especially for the Vata and Pitta doshas. Its grounding and cooling properties help us achieve harmony within our systems.When our digestion is strong, we feel more energized and balanced.

Moreover, A2 Ghee is rich in omega-3 fatty acids and antioxidants, which support our immune system and promote anti-inflammatory benefits. This nutritional powerhouse not only nourishes our bodies but also aids in emotional balance and cognitive function.

When we consume A2 Ghee, we’re enhancing our ojas, contributing to our vitality and overall health. As we incorporate this wholesome ingredient into our diet, we’re not just indulging in its rich taste but actively supporting our body’s natural rhythms.

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Take a look at what our customers are saying about Raghas A2 Desi Ghee! We’ve gathered some glowing reviews from various platforms, showcasing the love and appreciation for our ghee. Users have praised its rich flavor, exceptional quality, and numerous health benefits, making it a favorite in their kitchens. Whether it’s for cooking or skincare, the positive feedback highlights how Raghas A2 Desi Ghee enhances their daily lives. To read more reviews and discover why everyone is raving, visit Raghas Dairy.

Frequently Asked Questions

What Are the Benefits of A2 Ghee?

We’ve found that A2 ghee’s benefits are impressive. It enhances digestion, supports immune health, and promotes skin vitality. Plus, it’s packed with essential vitamins, making it a fantastic addition to our daily meals.

How Much A2 Cow Ghee per Day?

When incorporating A2 cow ghee into our diets, we typically consume 1 to 2 tablespoons daily for adults, adjusting for children based on their age. Let’s embrace moderation to enjoy its health benefits effectively!

How Much A2 Cow Ghee per Day?

When it comes to A2 cow ghee, we typically recommend about 1 to 2 tablespoons daily for adults, while kids can enjoy around 1 teaspoon. Balancing this with other nutrients keeps our diets healthy.

Conclusion

In conclusion, incorporating A2 Desi Ghee into our daily routine can significantly enhance our overall well-being. With its numerous Ayurvedic benefits, from improving digestion and boosting immunity to nourishing our skin and balancing doshas, it’s truly a holistic powerhouse. We’ve seen how it supports not just physical health but also emotional and cognitive well-being. Let’s embrace A2 Desi Ghee as a vital part of our Ayurvedic lifestyle and experience the transformative effects it offers!

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