#edii talks

[redimeido]

the most sexually motivated ults they say, i agree.

and we understand hoyoverse, you want us to look at his tongue. we get it.

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 22/27 (16.1k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse, discussion of domestic abuse, minor violence, discussion of violence, description of violence, very light ass play

A/N: Hey, y'all! Did you miss me?? I promise I never stopped writing (as evidenced by the 16.1k word count). This entire chapter was a test of my skill, my patience, and my sanity. I swear it never ended up going in the direction I was intending, so I was constantly reeling and trying to figure out what the FUCK I was writing. So I'm sorry it took as long as it did to write, but whew boy. Enjoy! Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Crush" Cigarettes After Sex. Chapter navigation above.

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Chapter 22 - Can't live without your love inside me now. I'll find a way to slip into your skin somehow. I wanna fuck your love slow.

By the time you step into your cell, you've practiced your apology at least three times in your head. You aren't looking to get out of any punishment, you just feel bad you hadn't at least considered telling him your plan first. You likely would have gone through with it anyway, but he deserved consideration. Deserves it in the future. You spin to face him as he takes a step inside.

"Kino, I'm so sorry!" You say in a rush. "I didn't think. Again. I just saw Taybus and Vage standing there, and I wanted my friend to be happy like I'm happy. He's so young, it isn't fair that he's —"

Kino holds out a hand to stop you and then reaches out to gently clasp your arms. "I know."

"Oh." You deflate slightly because you'd been prepared to apologize or be chastened, even get defensive, but you hadn't been prepared for that. You look at him expectantly, waiting for a 'but' or for him to say more. Instead, he just pulls you slowly towards him, and your feet move, unsure. "Are you angry with me?"

"Furious," he growls, and you wince. Then he gathers you into his arms with a sigh and he rubs his hands along your back in a soothing manner. "But I also know what you're willing to do for the people you care about, so I shouldn't be surprised."

"It's only been this one thi—" you start to protest, but he interrupts you.

"You lied about bumping into me to protect Taybus, you defended me to table 4 without thinking, you worked to get Edii out of his shell, and now you're testing the cell sensors so your friend might find even a fraction of the happiness that we have. Which was after you already helped him get to that point. And let's not forget risking your hand to save your table a headache and some trouble." He raises an eyebrow at you, daring you to argue with him. "Am I forgetting anything?"

"...okay, I suppose that is more than once." You give him a grimace of a smile. "I was just trying to do the right thing," you utter, feeling awkward. Because you hadn't really thought of any of those things as a sacrifice or going out of your way. You simply…acted.

"I know," he whispers, and places a kiss on your temple, the roughness of his beard a comforting scratch along your skin.

"Am I…" you hesitate. "Am I going to be punished?" For the second day in a row, you think to yourself. A new record.

"Not this time." He rumbles quietly into your hair as he nuzzles the tip of his nose through the strands.

"Why not?" You're stunned. Because you were certain it was a done deal. You changed the entire dynamic of the shift. You put yourself at risk. They could have activated the whole block after they got the notification if it hadn't worked. What you did was objectively…well, it wasn't great.

"I don't want to discourage that part of you when there's no harm done, no matter how much it frustrates me. I don't want it to lessen who you are. That's never my goal. Because what you did today was reckless and stupid," you flush in embarrassment at the exasperation in his voice, "but it was also selfless and kind. We haven't had enough of that in here for too long. And I can't argue that having one small joy doesn't improve morale or motivation. I've seen the proof in you and the people around you."

"You're far more than a small joy to me," you mutter, finally laying your head on his shoulder and giving in to the hug.

"All I want—all I ask," he continues, "is that you exercise a little more caution. I want you to make sure you're actually helping and not making something worse by not thinking it through. Do you understand?"

You know he's right. You've always skirted by on dumb luck right up until you don't. You nod against his neck and say quietly, "Yes, Kino. I understand."

"Because it won't always work out for the best. The risk will catch up with you eventually and I don't want you to get hurt," he says softly, the worry evident in his voice.

You pull back again so you can look at him properly. "Despite how it seemed, it really was a very calculated risk," you insist, "but I promise I'll be more cautious. I'll especially make sure I consider you or talk about something like that first because you deserve that level of respect. I should have done so today, and once I realized I didn't, I regretted not doing so immediately. I really am so very sorry, Kino."

"Thank you. I'll hold you to that. Because in the future, I may not be as benevolent if we have to have this conversation again." There's an edge to his words. A promise. You tense slightly against him in worry and anticipation. "So be sure to try and behave."

"Yes, Kino," you agree in a husky voice, already shifting from navigating your newest fuck up into arousal.

"Good. Now that that's settled." He surprises you by capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. You let out a squeak of shock in your throat, but quickly surrender and melt against him in relief.

That first meeting of lips after a long day without him is always bliss, like a glass of water when you're parched or a deep breath of planet atmosphere after being on a ship for too long. More so when the way he kisses you back betrays that he feels the same way. That he is just as eager to lose himself in you.

He gropes down to your waist and takes a moment to squeeze and rub where it meets the curve of your hips. As if he's reveling in the way you fit into the span of his grip and how he can hold you there. Then he drags his palms down to cup your ass, to pull you up and closer to him. You're forced to your tiptoes, and your lower stomach is drawn against his quickly stirring member, trapping it between you. He growls into your mouth at the contact. You respond with a moan and arch against him, working into where you're pressed together and letting the friction of your bodies harden him further.

Soon he's fully erect, his length digging almost painfully near your hip. He's also kissed you so thoroughly that you're making needy sounds into his mouth. You lift your leg and hook it around his waist, seeking that same friction to alleviate the heat between your thighs. You're unsteady on the balls of just one foot despite his grip on you, but you're hoping he'll get the hint and lift you up so you can wrap both of your legs around him. Can properly rock against him in a desperate hunt for your orgasm.

For now, you clumsily and impatiently set your core against the bulge of him through both of your uniforms. It isn't difficult to reach, but it is difficult to get the angle right and keep your balance on one foot. You manage enough to roll your hips and slide firmly along him, whining at the drag against your folds and how incredible he feels already.

And then he's pulling his lips away from yours, breaking the kiss like he's been shocked from a stupor.

"Wait," he gasps, nearly breathless.

"What is it?" You pant against his mouth, concerned you've done something wrong.

"This isn't…" he hesitates, like he's uncertain or nervous, his chest rising and falling against yours, and your interest is very piqued.

"What?" You search his face for some indication of what he's about to say. You've never heard Kino Loy sound nervous.

"This isn't what I wanted tonight because I was thinking," he carefully brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "that we could slow things down. Take our time with each other since we ended up here early. Then afterwards...I could stay. Here. With you."

"Really?" You gasp in disbelief, caught off guard by it and almost afraid to accept that you might get this. "You aren't worried about the rest of the shift?"

"I think they're going to be a bit distracted this evening," he chuckles. A smile always makes him look several years younger, and your heart skips a beat. "As long as there are no disruptions, no, I'm not worried."

"Then," your voice is suddenly thick with emotion, "I would like that very much."

"Yeah?" He leans in close and angles his face towards yours. He takes in the look of relief and longing in your expression, lets it soften his own, but he doesn't kiss you—likely to prevent himself from getting carried away again. "Then let's move this to the bed."

You go to turn, to take the few steps towards the raised platform of your bed, eager to be tangled up with him, but he puts a firm hand on your shoulder to stop you. You look up at him, confused.

"To be clear," he says carefully, "I don't intend to fuck you."

"Oh. Alright." Your shoulders slump a bit and there's disappointment you can't hide fast enough in your voice. Because he made it sound as if that's exactly what he intended to do.

"Hey." His hands find your cheeks, framing your face between them, and he cradles you tenderly in his palms. Your heart starts to speed up at the gentleness of it as he leans in to place a light kiss on your lips. Then he looks into your eyes with determination. His are so blue and stormy, like an early autumn sunrise when the clouds are parting to hint at the light sky beyond while everything is still hazy and grey with rain. The way he's looking at you is just as weighty and breathtaking.

"I intend to make love to you," he whispers, low and rough.

"Oh ." Your knees go weak, and you put your hand on his chest so you can lean into him for support. Because fuck, he can undo you with a single sentence, but that sentence in particular? It sets both your heart and your sex throbbing. 

"If you aren't opposed to the idea." He sounds worried, as if there is the possibility you are.

As if you hadn't ached for any of this. As if saying no to him is ever an option.

As if you aren't in love with him.

Your mind is racing, every thought tangling with the next until you can't find anything to say to ease his fear other than sobbing, "Kino" at him. So you tilt your face forward to capture his lips again. To slide your tongue enthusiastically along his to communicate just how okay with it you are. Your hands find the front of his uniform and grip the fabric to give you a little stability as you tremble against him. And to pull him closer to you.

Because suddenly he isn't close enough.

He breaks the kiss again before it can go any further, and he rests his forehead against yours. "I take it you aren't opposed, then." He lets out a breathy chuckle.

"No," you whimper. "I want it."

"Good," he pulls away and smiles at you.

But you can see beyond the smile to the forced, tight curl of his lips. The tension that wrinkles the corners of his eyes and the creases of his forehead. The way he glances down to the floor.

Underneath that smile is vulnerability.

Anxiety. Relief.

Something more.

Then he looks back to you, and oh. You can see it now.

He thinks about you and your well-being, even when he isn't here with you. He looks at you in adoration and awe. He talks about you. He gave you an affectionate nickname. He made the first time you had sex special. Because…

Kino Loy is in love with you.

It's right there in the way he's looking at you, as plain as if he had said it out loud. Shouted it across the block, even.

And you're a fucking idiot.

How could you have doubted it—him—for so long? How could you have been so fucking insecure that you were willfully blind and missed what was right in front of you, even when other people pointed to it and told you to look.

But you were so afraid. Every sense of yearning, every ache in your chest, and every need that left you breathless was new and almost overwhelming at times. You've never felt this way before. Never actually been in love.

Trusting him with your body and your life is not the same as trusting with your heart. If you had given it to him, only to find pity and apology? If you had to go on living with the anguish that your feelings were unrequited? That had the power to destroy you in a way bruises never could. So it made you a coward.

You let it make you a coward.

Now you would carve your heart from your chest and pry it from the stubborn fingers of your ribcage if he asked it of you. Even if he didn't, you would still lay it at his feet in surrender, to prove to him your devotion and your love. You may as well. It belongs to him anyway. Every second it beats within your chest is now borrowed. That you continue on at all is at his mercy.

That should still terrify you, but as you greedily take in the expression on his face that you can now see with clarity—that you've wanted so desperately and can no longer deny—the fear is gone. Because you have Kino's heart and everything else is white noise.

He moves his hand to gently hold your chin as his thumb strokes against your bottom lip. "I just want to feel you."

"Then you'd better take my clothes off," you murmur before kissing the pad of his thumb.

He releases you, but only for a moment. Then his hands are at the hem of your shirt and he's lifting it, unhurriedly, over your head. You raise your arms for him and he slides it off with care, as though you're delicate. As though you hadn't had your arms wrenched and tied behind your back the night before. After he tosses your shirt away, he pauses for a moment—rakes his eyes over your now naked breasts and stomach.

"God, you're beautiful," he says in hushed awe.

You flush under his appreciative gaze, can almost feel the weight of it on your skin, and goosebumps prickle your chest and arms. But you don't wait for him to finish staring. You want to bare all of yourself to him, to give him more to admire, so you slide your own pants down your hips. Once they're to your thighs, you let the weight of the fabric pull them the rest of the way to the floor. You step out of the heap, toeing them off and nudging them aside, until you're fully nude before him.

He groans as his attention moves lower to where your slit is still concealed between your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you're tempted to part a knee. To bare your sex to him, too. To run your fingers through your folds and spread your lips to expose your damp entrance. Enticing him to bury his face between your legs and plunge his tongue inside of you.

But first.

You lean in and kiss him, just a quick press on his lips, and you purr, "I want to feel you, too." Then, to his surprise, you sink to your knees in front of him. "All of you," you sigh up at him.

"What are you doing?" He sounds apprehensive.

"Appreciating you." You push up his shirt, letting your palms and fingers roam through the fuzz on his belly with a moan as you do. Letting your nose and lips brush over his hair and skin with faint kisses. "Feeling you," you breathe against him.

After a brief hesitation, he wordlessly runs his fingers through your hair and pushes it away from your face, giving you unhindered access to him. Giving you permission. You look up at him in reverence as his hands gently settle on the sides of your skull. Not to push or force you, but to massage your scalp and feel the way you move beneath his touch.

You carefully pull his waistband far enough down below his hips to expose his erection. It bobs free of the fabric, thick and flushed, already leaking in anticipation—and god you love his cock. Love the way it curves ever so slightly to the left, the velvety slide of his foreskin, the faint salt and musk of him on your tongue. Love the way it presses inside of you.

You whimper as you think about what comes after this, once you've provoked him and wound him up just a little tighter. Not enough to break his self control, but to bend it just so. Enough that when the time comes, he aches to sink into you.

His eyes are transfixed on where his hard length is jutting towards you, just inches from your mouth. Any other night you would wait or tease him and hope that one day you could make him beg you to suck his cock, but not tonight. You wrap a hand around him to steady him and coax his foreskin just a little further down and past the tip of him. Then you look up at him as you wrap your lips and tongue around him, too. He groans above you and his hands tighten into loose fists in your hair. You know he's resisting the urge to plunge his hips forward. To fuck into the moist heat of your mouth.

Part of you wants him to because the thought makes your arousal pulse and flood with wetness.

Your mind races with it briefly. You imagine yourself on your knees. Him pinning you against the platform of your bed while he braces forward on your mattress with one hand, and mercilessly thrusting all the way to the back of your throat. You know he would make that sexy grunting noise and tell you how good you feel as he pulls your hair. Praise you for taking his cock so well. Tell you he's going to choke you when he comes down your throat.

Fuck.

Maybe next time. Because you know tonight is more than that. It's an exploration of something newly realized, and you have to navigate it carefully until it's no longer fragile.

Instead, you keep your attention on his face as your lips and tongue move sensually around him. You lap flat, broad strokes over every ridge and swell of him, and each drag of your mouth is long and slow—not intending to draw his release from him, but to savor each dribble of precome, slide of foreskin beneath your lips, and twitch on your tongue. You want to cherish him. To show him how much you enjoy feeling him and bringing him pleasure, too. How much you love every inch of him.

And he watches, eyes lidded and enraptured at the way he disappears past your lips. His own lips are parted as he sucks in breaths and gasps curses into the open cell. Even your inner thighs are starting to grow damp now from the sounds he's making. You do your best to work them from him, tease and milk the swollen, exposed head of his cock, eager to hear more. Eager to hear him whimper your name and furrow his brows in anguish as he continues to fight his own instincts to take. 

When his hips start to jerk forward to meet you, you know it's time to stop before he's too far gone. You take him as deeply as you can into your mouth one last time, swallowing around him to force him deeper still, then you languidly pull him from your hollowed cheeks. He lets out an unhindered groan above you, his hands reflexively tightening in your hair as though he's resisting the urge to keep you there or to drive your mouth back down. The brief sting is thrilling enough that you moan around him in response, which earns you an almost pained hiss. After you ease him from your lips, you place a kiss along the sensitive underside of his length, wrenching a shudder from him. You sex quivers and you resist doing it a second time.

With some reluctance, you rise to your feet. He releases your hair to offer you a hand up, and you take it, if only to bask in the roughness of his palm and how his larger fingers close around yours. The strength in his hand makes you feel almost small, and it's thrilling to know just how much power you're teasing and flirting with on a regular basis.

Once you're standing, he gives you a dazed look, his blue eyes unfocused with arousal. He opens his mouth as though he wants to say something, but he pulls you in for another kiss instead, and the words are lost the moment your lips meet.

His hands roam down your naked back as he explores your mouth, spurred on by the taste of his own saltiness still lingering on your tongue. A reminder of being inside of you. Of his building climax before you stopped. His length prods your belly before being pressed firmly against it as he grabs your ass and pulls you closer. When he shifts, he leaves behind a smear of your own saliva on your skin, and you feel another throb of moisture at your nearly dripping folds.

You could do this all evening, bask in caresses and kisses—if you were a more patient person.

But you want him. Badly. And right now you're close to jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around him just to bring his cock closer to your entrance. So it's your turn to break the kiss by pulling back. Just far enough that you can look into his face with all of the devotion and passion you have for him.

"Kino," you whisper against his parted mouth. "I'm yours. Make love to me."

With a groan, he quickly scoops you up—eager after hearing that and not caring that his pants are still around his thighs—and he walks you over to the bed. There he lays you carefully down onto the mattress. Your head is the last thing he releases, and he runs the backs of his knuckles along your cheek before he pulls away. Then he's taking off his own shirt without any of the caution or tenderness that he showed you.

You push yourself up to your elbows to watch as he reveals his sturdy hips and belly, softening with age, but still firm with strength underneath. Then he slides the top over his head, baring his shoulders, which flex without effort, and more of the greying hair on his chest. You itch to run your fingers through that trail of fuzz, to grope your way along the full length of his abdomen, around to his waist and ribs. Because you love how thick he is. Love every curve that hardens into muscle, and how you can grab onto him and feel certain that he would never budge or break.

He lets his uniform top fall to the floor. Then immediately his attention shifts to his pants, which are still miraculously clinging to his upper thighs. He pushes them down the rest of the way, bending to maneuver them past his knees since his aren't as loose as yours. When he straightens and steps out of the fabric, his heavy erection sways enticingly from the movement.

You're glad you're laying down because fuck, you will never tire of seeing Kino Loy naked in front of you. Ready for you. Wanting you. He's so fucking sexy that it's overwhelming every time. 

Before he joins you on the bed, he looks down at you in adoration. Your heart stutters at the expression on his face, as naked as the rest of him. He brushes your hair off of your shoulders, letting his fingers skim along your neck. It's a phantom of a touch and it tickles. You writhe and tremble under his fingertips, trying to withstand it without cracking—and failing.

"Kino!" You put a hand on his forearm to stop him before he continues further and makes you giggle, ruining the tender mood.

"Yes, pet?" He whispers down at you.

"I need you," you urge. You draw your knees up, bending your legs until your feet are planted flat on the mattress, and then you let them fall slowly open. "Please take me."

There's a glint of hunger on his face as he glances down to your parted thighs. Then he's climbing between your legs, pausing only to let out a pained groan when he notices that your sex and inner thighs are glistening from how wet and ready for him you are. He settles onto his knees and sets his hands to either side of your ribs, bracing himself to hover over you. Not pressed against you yet, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

He leans down and kisses behind your ear, your jaw, down your neck, along your collarbone, dragging his lips and scruff over every sensitive dip. You whimper and squirm from the attention. It's almost too much again, straddles that line between balm and pain. It's maddening. Then, before you can call out, he's making his way back up your throat, pausing to kiss and nip under your chin, and finally reaching your lips once more.

He lowers further to his forearms so now parts of you are touching, but not enough. He also keeps his mouth moving against yours, and you're dizzy from the attention. It's almost as though he's trying to dissolve you into a heap of nothing but want and need. Though, you have to admit, it doesn't take much—at least where he's concerned.

A hand grasps the crook of your knee, and he guides your leg to his thigh. You obediently wrap your leg behind his, not needing to be told or asked. Then he runs his touch up your waist before gripping you tightly. As the pressure of his thumb digs and pits into the flesh of your stomach, you realize he's holding you still for him.

You tense in anticipation because you can sense what comes next, but you still jump with a gasp when his erection brushes against your swollen folds. He's so close to being where you need him. So close to filling you, but still he doesn't. Instead he slides his other arm under you and hooks his hand over your shoulder, keeping you even more firmly in place.

With all this preparation, at first you think he wants to hold you steady because he's getting ready to slam into you, and it's a tantalizing thought. But as he gently prods your opening with tiny thrusts, you realize the opposite is happening. He's going to take his time entering you. And he knows it's going to drive you wild with impatience. That you're going to try and press yourself onto him. Do everything you can to have him inside of you, and he is going to do everything he can to force you to wait.

You groan loudly in understanding and frustration. He knows, then, that you've worked it out because he grins against your lips. You want to pull away, to plead with him to please just fuck you already, but then he angles his hips forward and enters you. Barely. No more than the head of his cock, but it still pulls a wanton moan from you because, fuck, you've needed something.

Then he holds his position inside of you, giving you no additional pressure or friction, and goes back to kissing you with enthusiasm. You could weep in desperation already, and he's only just started.

After what feels like an eternity of waiting, but is likely only a couple of minutes, he edges forward again—slides further inside of you. But you're so slick and hot, that he slips a little deeper than he intended. So then he's pulling back instead, slowly dragging his length along your walls until he's satisfied with his new position within you. He greedily laps up the whines and noises of irritation that spill out of your mouth and into his at the sensation.

That is how he continues stretching and filling you. It's torturous. Deliriously slow. Whenever you adjust and quiet down, he presses in another inch, which sets you off into another fit of desperate keening. You don't know how he's keeping it together because you're ready to scream and beg and bargain with him or any god that will listen. You try to lift your hips and rut against him, but his grip on your waist keeps you from making any progress. You knew it would, but you had to try anyway.

When he's almost entirely inside of you, he finally moves his mouth from your lips to kiss along your cheek and jaw.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He gasps against your skin, and at last you can tell how bothered he is by his own teasing.

"Tell me," you plead because you love hearing him talk while he's inside of you. You want to hear the low rumble of his voice and feel the vibration in your chest.

He pushes his hips forward one last time, slow and deep, until he's pulling at you with his hands and pressing against the backs of your thighs—trying to get deeper still. Then he stops, completely sheathed inside of you, and you moan in satisfaction at being fully stretched and filled with him.

"I never want to leave this cell. I would stay right here, buried inside of you for the rest of my life if I could." His voice is tense and gravelly as he nuzzles his nose against your jaw.

"Oh god, Kino," you sob.

"Before you, all that mattered to me was getting out of this place. After you? I'm weak. You make me weak." He places a firm kiss on your neck, pressing so hard that his nose smushes near your pulse and his beard pricks your skin. Then he growls, "Because you're all that matters to me now."

Your heart lurches and then begins to pound violently in your chest. You can tell he's working up to something important. An admission. Is dangerously close to saying the words that change everything by changing nothing. Because every moment together, every action you've taken, and every touch, gentle and bruising—all of it has been done with love and trust this entire time. It's why labels were never important. You've both said plenty through action—choking and wrenching, kneeling and grasping, humiliation and submission. Every bit of pain and pleasure.

You've already told him you were falling in love with him a dozen times over.

And so did he, you realize now.

You need to hear it anyway.

"Look at me," you say helplessly. Overwhelmed by both his cock and his confession, barely able to speak, but still needing to see his face.

He doesn't look at you, though. Instead he rolls his hips, shifting inside of you as he leans in even closer.

"Do you know why you make me weak?"

"Say it." It's nearly inaudible. Not even a whisper.

"Because I love you," he exhales against the shell of your ear. "God help me, I have wanted you and loved you from the moment I first touched you."

You want to cry. And you want to laugh in glee and hysteria. Bury your face into his neck. Plead. Scream. Straddle his lap, grip him with your walls, and ride him. Wail until your throat is hoarse. Snuggle up next to him in bed. Fall to your knees in prayer. Contort your hips and force him deeper within you. To fuck him. Tear your own hair out. Your insides are churning with a hundred different conflicting emotions at his declaration, but all you can do is lie there. Pinned. Paralyzed. Burning with the intensity of it all.

Because I love you.

You can feel the echo of his words in your ear and his breath against your skin, reverberating over and over in your mind.

You once compared him to a sun—a benevolent and blinding warmth—but he's a supernova. Beyond blinding. Searing past your skin, deep into your flesh. Into your meat. Imprinting himself upon your very cells. You felt the heat of him before you saw how consumed you really were. Now, even if you wanted to get away, you wouldn't dream of it. Wouldn't move an inch unless it was to dive further into that oblivion. Because you have a love that peels you bare and reveals the truth of you. That leaves you undone and broken, even as you trust it with every atom of your being to breathe life back into you afterwards.

"Kino," you weep as he finally moves—thrusts into you again. Then more urgently, "Look at me!"

He slowly lifts away from your jaw to meet your eyes. You can tell he was ravaged by his own revelation because his face is a wreck—his eyes are shiny, his nostrils are flaring, and his lower lip is in a pout, quivering slightly. You want those full lips on yours, trailing between your breasts, circled around your clit, everywhere—

"I love you, too," you choke out. You finally get to say the words out loud to him. And you find that they're so significant and such a fundamental truth of you now, that they're ripped painfully from your chest. The relief is so great that it hurts to say it. "I love you so fucking much. Please." You push on the back of his thigh with your calf, urging him to move. To continue rocking into you. Then you grab his face in your hands and hold him there so he can't look away this time. "Say it again."

You need to see it. You need to see the way his lips shape the words. You need to see his face as he says it. You need—

He arches his back, his hand splayed along your hip and poised to thrust into you again, but keeping his eyes on yours.

"I love you," he groans, rugged and guttural, and you let it hang between the two of you. Then he plunges into you, and you are so full of him—your core, your head, your heart—you can barely breathe.

Burying himself inside of you draws a sound from him that is half mirth and half lament, and the expression on his face, somehow at once a smile and a sob, is a reflection of that same contradiction. As if saying it out loud, making himself so vulnerable, brings him both pain and joy. A sentiment you can relate to because it's what he does to you as well. Crushes and holds. Breaks and soothes.

"Fuck," you whimper. 

If he's barely holding on by a thread, then you are untethered. Adrift. You aren't sure you will ever stop falling. Ever stop being sucked in by the gravity of him.

"I should have told you sooner," he sighs, regretful. "I wanted to. I wasn't sure—"

"I know," you whisper up to him, your voice thick with the threat of tears. "I should have, too, but I was so afraid."

"Of me?" There's a brief flash of heartache on his face, and you urgently place a hand on his stubbled cheek.

"No!" You gasp, horrified. "Not like that, anyway." Your cheeks flush in shame and you glance away from him. "I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way about me," you murmur.

"Look at me," he commands. You immediately obey his tone and look up into a hard expression of determination, a familiar one which thins his lips and deepens the lines on his face. "I will never leave you doubting how I feel about you ever again," he says, rough and fierce. "Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Kino." Your breath hitches and you let out a shaky exhale.

"You will always know that I love you," his voice waivers, still overcome with the weight of saying it. And you've found a new way he ruins you because everytime he says he loves you, you feel as though you could burst into flames.

"Show me," you beg.

He thrusts into you again, deep and steady, but still slow and gentle. And god, it feels good, but it also feels wrong.

This isn't how the two of you should be in this moment. This isn't how you love.

"Wait!" You put a hand on his shoulder and he stills above you. "Kino...is this really what you want?" You rasp. "Something tender? Or is this what you think you should want?"

"What…" he hesitates and frowns down at you. "What do you mean?"

"You said you wanted us to take our time with each other tonight, and I understand why, but what do you really want to do to me?" You push up with your elbows so you can get close enough to brush your lips against his. "Show me how you love me. How you feel about us."

His next thrust is harder, meets you with enough force to shift you along the mattress, and it sparks something inside of you.

"Fuck!" You throw your head back with a moan. "Just like that."

"You think I don't want tender? That I could just fuck you after I tell you I love you?" He growls, nearly spitting the word "fuck" out in disgust. But you aren't fooled. You know how he aches to let go.

"I think fucking me is loving me. I think you've always been making love to me." Then, feeling bold, you groan up at him, "And I know you want to."

"Is that so?" His voice is low and dangerous, and it sends a frisson through you.

"Yes," you purr. "I think you've been holding back all evening." You growl back at him, "Don't."

His grip tightens, sharpens with pain where his fingers dig into you and you hiss in pleasure. He pulls his hips back. You expect him to stop when the tip of him is all that's left inside of you, but he doesn't. He completely removes himself from you, leaving you empty and twitching.

You make a noise of protest and look up at him in confusion. But before you can ask what's wrong or consider that perhaps you misjudged the situation, he growls and slams full force back into you. Your vision blurs in satisfaction and your words turn into an obscene moan. Because you were right.

"Is this what you want?" He grits through his teeth as his lips pull back into a snarl. "Is this how you want to be loved?”

"Yes!" You whine back at him. "Please, fuck me, Kino."

And then you're being split open as he finally lets go—pounds mercilessly into your slick center. There's the slap of flesh on flesh everytime his hips meet yours, and the lewd, wet noise of his cock sliding in and out of your drenched opening. The sound of that alone is enough to leave you gaping and moaning, but he's also grunting in your ear with each thrust, driving you wild.

"You feel so fucking good on my cock," he growls. "God, I love fucking you. I could spend a whole day buried inside of you. Making you come."

Your entire body jolts as he rams you into the thin mattress. Even though your breasts are pressed to his chest, they still shake against him from the force of it. Occasionally his rhythm gets interrupted because you're being slowly pushed away from him along the bed, and he has to yank you back into position. So you hook your other leg behind his thigh and hold on tightly to stop yourself from shifting around beneath him. You don't want any of his momentum wasted. Want it all focused inside of you.

Once you're braced against him, it finally gives him the leverage he needs and each thrust somehow feels deeper than the last.

"I want every step to hurt tomorrow, Kino," you pant. "I want to think of your cock inside of me and how much you love me every time I move. Every time I sit. I want to ache with you."

Faster than you would have thought possible, he removes his hand from your shoulder and grabs your jaw with a growl. "You're shameless, you know that?" Then he pulls your face closer. "I should have fucked that filthy mouth."

"I know you wanted to," you grit out, your words slurring slightly from the force of his fingers and thumb on your cheeks.

"Yeah?" He jerks his hips hard against you, forcing a little yelp from your throat. "Is that why you were sucking me so beautifully? To get me to lose control?"

"I wasn't even trying that hard, but I thought about it. About you fucking my mouth." You smirk up at him as much as you're able. "And I can do better," you promise in a husky voice.

"Fuck," he grunts. "That's why you're so wet for me.”

"Yes," you purr against his lips. "I love when you take, Kino. And I love sucking your cock."

"You should see yourself when you're on your knees," he murmurs. "The way your pretty lips look wrapped around me."

He releases your face and threads his fingers through your hair. You whimper in anticipation, eager for the sting in your scalp, and he smirks at you. Makes you wait for it another minute while he pounds into you. Makes you wait until you begin to squirm and whine. Then without warning, he jerks your head away at an angle, exposing your neck to him as you cry out in pain and relief. He places hard, open mouthed kisses along the bare curve of your neck. His hot, wet tongue, lapping and dragging and searing where it passes over your skin.

"The way you swallow me, god,” he snarls. “I’ve never done anything to deserve how good your mouth and cunt are.”

"No." You try to pull away from his hand, even though he has your hair held fast in his grip. "Never say that," you hiss, still writhing fruitlessly against him. "You're fucking incredible, Kino Loy."

His hips stop moving and he lifts his head to look at you in surprise. "I just meant—"

"I know what you meant. But it's your hands that bring this out of me. The real me. There is no me without you," you insist.

His grip slackens for one brief moment of weakness as he stares down at you, and you take advantage of his distraction. You hitch forward and feel your hair give slightly through his fingers. He quickly reestablishes his hold in response, but you've already managed to turn your head enough to face him fully.

"I was made for you, remember?" You bite your lip and grind your hips into his. "I'm yours to fuck," you gasp at him.

He blinks at you a few more times, but another firm rock along his length snaps him out of it and spurs him into action. Back to pounding into you. With a grunt, he dives forward to smother his face into your neck again, just below your ear. The sudden chafing of his beard leaves you squirming, wanting to escape from and relish in the burn of it, but his weight over you has you pinned to the bed, completely at the mercy of his lips. It also makes the skin of your stomach and breasts slide against the softer hair on his belly and chest, which feels fucking incredible. You try to arch your back to rub into him. You want more of it. The two opposing sensations nearly drive you to tears until he moves on to frantically kiss and nip at your jaw.

Then he's murmuring into your ear, "Yes you fucking are! You're mine." He rocks into you, barely pulling his hips back for a proper thrust, as if he can't handle not being fully buried inside of you. "Mine." He says it over and over like a mantra.

The result is a relentless friction against your clit and pressure on that sweet spot inside of you.

Soon you can't fucking breathe and you desperately try to suck in air to stop the room from spinning. It's too much. Every part of you is touching him—wrapped around, pressed against, grasping on for dear life. His hand at your waist is constantly roaming and groping and clutching, and the other in your hair wrenches at you for leverage. His lips kiss and sweep along your skin, dragging the burn of stubble with them as he continues laying claim to you. And his cock grinds into you, against you, within you.

You think you can't take anymore. That you might go mad with all of it. But then there's that familiar burn at your core—that blossoming of tension that opens up inside of you and grows through your belly and thighs. You begin to quake in his arms, and you wail out a muffled stream of moans and pleas into his shoulder, begging him to stop. To keep going. To keep fucking you. To— "oh god, fuck, Kino! I'm so close!"

His litany stops, and instead he begins to growl, "That's right, come for me while I fuck your wet cunt. I want to feel it."

"Please," you let out a choked whine—closer closer closer, "Kino!"

"You're mine, so be a good girl for me."

"Fuck!" You sob, "oh Kino! I'm—"

"God, I love you," he whispers against your ear.

And the tension snaps, sending the tide of your release swelling and receding through your entire being. It blooms along your skin and behind your eyelids, muting the sterile white of your cell. And there's a rush of blood to your skull that leaves you momentarily deafened except for a ringing in your ears. You think your head has fallen back against his hand and you're shouting his name—your own prayer—but reality is beyond your senses while you're consumed by the peak of your orgasm.

And then you blink away tears and the worst of the fog, and everything sharpens. Returns to focus, even as your body still churns and pulses with bliss.

His hips falter for a moment as your walls clench around his cock, and he groans like he's in agony. As if you're reaching into his chest and rending his heart with your bare hands, and not having your own torn from you at the way he's looking down at your face. Like you're the supernova— searing into his retinas until he can see the impression of you even when he closes his eyes.

Then he recovers and resumes his relentless pace—pounding into you, holding you in place, his grip tight on your hips while he fucks you through your climax, coaxing every last tremor and spasm from your core. Bottoming out through every aftershock.

"Fuck, you're so tight when you come. The way you squeeze my cock," he growls deep within his chest, “makes it so hard not to empty myself into you."

You try to whine his name, but your brain is buzzing, unable to force your mouth to work, so you can only choke out a whimper instead.

"But I don't want to. I'm not done with you yet," he hisses into your ear. "I'm still going to take my time before I do."

You lay there, spent and helpless, making pathetic noises as every deep plunge inside of you is like fire to your over-stimulated nerves. 

"I'm going to have you whichever way I want before then, too," he mutters, and you shiver beneath him. "And I want you on your hands and knees.”

Suddenly the weight of him on top of you is being lifted as he pushes off. He slips out from between your legs and you let out a ragged protest. Beg him to come back to you. Because now you're floating without an anchor and your sweat flecked skin feels cooler without him covering you with his warmth.

But then his hands are back on you. He patiently helps you flip over and recenter yourself on the narrow bed. Once you're on your stomach, he pulls back on your hips until you raise up on all fours. You don't even think, you automatically square yourself, knees beneath your hips and hands beneath your shoulders.

He gives a dissatisfied grunt behind you.

"Lean forward," he orders. Without waiting for you to obey, he's bending over you and pushing between your shoulder blades, forcing you to lower down towards the bed. He removes his hand when you're less than a foot from the mattress, your elbows sticking out as you're crouched down. You assume that means you're low enough and stop, despite the fact that you have to look completely ridiculous.

"Farther," he growls. You arch even lower until you have to reposition your arms so your forearms are flat, your breasts are nearly touching the vinyl material, and your ass is up in the air. He lets out a huff. "You'll get there." There's a confidence to the phrase which sends a shiver through you, straight to your rekindling arousal.

You can hear him shift on his knees behind you and you feel the dip in the padding by your shins. You wait to feel him shuffle in between your legs, to put a hand on your hip as he gets ready to fuck you. Instead he puts his hands on your outer thighs, just above your knees, and squeezes them together, trying to close your parted limbs.

"What are you doing?" You glance over your shoulder at him in confusion.

He looks down at you in equal confusion. "Getting you into position for me," he says as though it should be obvious.

"But…how…?" You wiggle your hips at him.

It takes a second, and then there's a dawn of realization on his face. "You've never been fucked properly from behind like this before, have you?"

You open your mouth to scoff. To say that of course you have, but then you stop and think… Have you? You've been fucked from behind while on all fours, certainly. That's a pretty basic position. But properly? Well, it was okay. Sometimes it felt close to really good if you shifted your hips just right. You had to reach between your legs and finish yourself off every time, though. Actually, you had to do that a lot—and damn, you really thought you were having decent sex before him, huh?

"Apparently not?" You relent.

He gives you a heated, almost predatory smile. "Oh, pet," he coos at you. "Then I am going to fuck you until you're screaming my name into your hand again. Because you're going to feel so good, the only thing you will remember is my name and my cock." Your face flushes, bright red and hot and tingling, and your walls and clit both flutter in anticipation. He hasn't even fucking touched you and it's already the most you've enjoyed being in this position. You swallow hard. 

He pats your thigh. "Now legs together." You obey with now trembling limbs until your thighs to your ankles are pressed together.

"Good girl," he says in that perfect fucking low and gruff way that you like. The way that leaves you wet and panting. Thinking about how he's already fucked you senseless once tonight.

"Kino," you moan, canting your hips towards him, arching your back further until your arms reach out to help you brace yourself into a more natural position.

He grunts down at you. Now he's satisfied, you think, as begins to climb into position. He puts his knees outside of yours, rather than kneeling between them like you're used to. You're very interested to know how this is going to work, since apparently this is going to be a new experience. And it involves him fucking you.

"God, this is an incredible view. You're breathtaking," he growls behind you. Then his thumb is dragging over your slit. "And you're still soaked for me."

"How could I not be," you gasp, "when you made some pretty big claims about fucking me after already making me come once."

"Is that doubt I hear?" He adds pressure to his thumb, causing it to barely press into your folds. He massages between them, teasing your entrance and making an obscene, slick noise.

"No," you groan. You shift your hips, trying to tilt them further towards him to give him better access and to encourage him to keep going, "I'm just waiting."

"You're too impatient," he scolds. And his thumb slips inside of you. You whimper and quickly press back, seeking more, which forces him deeper into your entrance. He grumbles in disappointment, "Like that."

He feels along your walls in slow curls and draws, coating his digit in your wetness. Then he pulls his thumb out of you and drags it down along your folds, rubbing circles of your own moisture along your opening, until he finally runs it over your bundle of nerves. You cry out, still a little sensitive, and quickly muffle your voice into your arm.

"See? Isn't that better? To have my fingers on your clit so my cock can go inside of you?" There's a teasing edge to his voice that would normally have you huffy with irritation, if not for the fact that his thumb is still moving deliciously along your clit.

You nod against your arm, certain he can see you. He removes his thumb, and then something thicker is dragging firmly along your sex. The hard ridge of his cock pushes noisily, obscenely, down through the wetness he left behind as he rubs between your slick and swollen lips, coating you in more of it because he's still drenched from being inside of you.

"Oh, fuck," you whine.

"That's right," you can hear the smirk in his voice. He's enjoying this. Teasing you. Having the upper hand.

But, fuck, so are you. It straddles that line between scolding and playful.

You wonder how you can tip the scales in favor of scolding. Of feeling his hands on you in punishment while he fucks you. You rest your head between your arms with a quiet whimper.

He lines up, firmly nudging the head of his cock against your opening. You hold still to resist being impatient again. Rather than plunge forward, he pulls back hard on your hips, forcing you to sink onto his thick length. Your folds part and your body yields to him, engulfs him, already loose and slick, but not as much as you expected. It's as if you're clenching, resisting without resisting and—

"Oh," you say, a little dumbstruck. Your legs aren't spread open for him, which means your opening isn't spread open, which means—

"Fuck," he lets out a ragged breath. "Squeeze your thighs together."

You obey him, clenching your thighs and pressing your knees inward, even though they have nowhere to go except being forced together. He makes a strangled noise behind you, so you squeeze again. His hips draw back and he uses his grip to rock you forward, and then he slams into you, yanking you back to meet him. The pressure and friction inside of you is enough to work a needy whimper from your throat.

"You're so fucking—ah! So fucking tight," he whines and gives a shallow, savoring thrust into your heat. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."

You glance at him coyly over your shoulder, sensing your opening to rile him up. "Sure it won't be you screaming my name?" You flex your thighs again and grind back against him. He grunts, but something inside of him latches onto your words and his face becomes stern.

"Is that what you think?" He squares his shoulders in a quiet rage, which is always more dangerous than an outburst, and you can see his mind working. Coming up with something on the fly to send you reeling, and a shiver of anticipation runs down your back, meeting where his hands are now claws on your hips.

"It is now," you stubbornly jut your chin at him.

"Then you do it." His grip slackens.

"Do what?" Your brows furrow in confusion.

"Fuck me if you think I would lose control that easily." He stares down at you in challenge. "But you only have a few minutes to make me scream your name. If you don't, I'm taking over again." His jaw clenches, and then he grits out, "and I won't be gentle."

You bite your lip as you pretend to consider it. Either you manage to ruin him or he destroys you and you DO end up screaming into your arm. How is this even a threat?

Wait.

…how is this even a threat ? You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him because you're now fully aware there's a catch somewhere. And you're about to discover it by blindly fumbling around because fuck if you aren't going to take the bait.

Because what a way to learn a lesson.

You clench the muscles in your thighs and your sex, and you roll back against him, forcing him to slide deep within you. Your walls grip tightly to every inch of him, pull at his length, and you draw an involuntary moan from him as you drag yourself up to the head of his cock.

"Deal," you gasp.

Then you put your whole body into getting him off. You rock onto him while on your forearms and knees, lifting off the bed far enough to get leverage to gyrate your lower half in time with your thrusts. The circular roll of your hips requires you to flex anyway, so every pump onto his member clenches and drags at his foreskin, as if you're fucking him and jerking him off at the same time.

He grunts and swears behind you. Though his hands rest loosely on the curve of your hips, you can feel his fingers twitching. He wants to grab you. He wants to fuck you. And that is such an intoxicating, powerful feeling—getting him to the brink of control, stretching the limits of his willpower and knowing he could break at any moment. Like when his fingers flexed in your hair while you were blowing him.

Part of you doesn't want to make him come because you want him to snap. You ache for it. You want him to drive your climax from you until you can't think and then spend himself deep within you. But you also know this is a rare opportunity for you to be in control. And there are so many more opportunities for him to show you later.

His grunts turn into groans, so you speed up. You wish you had a wall or a headboard to brace against rather than using your arms to help you rock back against him. It's less effective and you're using more arm strength to compensate, but working the floor all day has given you the stamina to keep up for a while longer. Thankfully your pace isn't brutal like his. It doesn't need to be as long as you can keep working him with each thrust.

Just when you think you have him edging towards his climax, his hands shift from your hips to grip your ass. He squeezes along the swell of your cheeks, pressing them firmly together and massaging them outward as you rock back onto him. Even though you know, logically, you have no modesty in this position to begin with—or in a few of the others he's had you in—you feel exposed. You squirm against him in discomfort.

But he doesn't stop there. He works his hands in closer. He runs his thumbs along either side of your cleft before he stops to part your cheeks and hold them open.

"Kino…" you gasp in sudden concern and your movements slow.

"What's wrong?" He asks absentmindedly, not looking up from where his thumbs have begun kneading on either side of your hole. The soothing pressure of it opens you up even more, and you quickly clench to keep the ring of muscle there closed tight. He makes an appreciative low groan in his chest.

"What are you doing?" You can't stop the trepidation in your voice.

"Admiring you," is all he says.

"Okay." You bite your lip and force yourself to relax. Force yourself not to blush as you feel his eyes leering over where he's buried inside of you—and where he isn't. Force yourself to try to continue rocking back against him.

You yelp in surprise when a thumb barely brushes over your opening and, out of instinct, you attempt to scramble away from him. He grabs one of your hips in a vice-like grip and holds you there so you're just grasping along the bed instead of going anywhere, but his thumb stops its exploration.

"Kino!" You grunt out, now horrified.

"You don't like it?" He doesn't sound particularly upset or disappointed, just curious.

"I…" you're once again forced to stop and fucking think about your own sexual history. Because you had tried it exactly once and you hated it.

But.

The guy you had been with barely got you wet, even during sex, which also wasn't great because he didn't get you off either. You still can't believe he talked you into it. So…no? Yes? Maybe?

You let out a noise of frustration. "I don't know?"

"There seems to be a lot of that tonight," he mumbles, still staring down between your cheeks.

"Yeah, well, it's really difficult to think back fondly on nearly two decades of lackluster fumblings with you sending me into hyperspace every night," you huff, frustrated and a little embarrassed. "I'm starting to think I didn't actually enjoy anything until you did it to me. It's incomparable."

"Has anyone…?" He pumps into you and squeezes your ass for emphasis.

"Yes. He—" you stop to let out an uncomfortable laugh. "You know, I never thought I would be talking about this with your cock in me."

"I can take it out if you prefer," he murmurs.

"No!" You push back against him, trying to keep him there, and you just know there's a smirk on his face. You sigh, "I was young and I was kind of dating a guy—"

"Kind of?" He teases.

"Yes," you protest, "kind of. We hadn't been dating very long, but I thought I liked him. The sex was horrible, though. Didn't have a single orgasm. I…let him talk me into it thinking it would—fuck, this is embarrassing—thinking he would like me. And it was so terrible, I broke up with him and I refused to try it again. But…it wasn't with you, so…" You blush and trail off, needing to turn away so he can't see your face.

"No, it wasn't." He says quietly.

"I told you," you shrug, "you're incomparable to anything I had before."

"I could make you feel good," he whispers. When you whine instead of responding because you know he could, he continues, "Would you let me fuck you here?" His voice is low as his thumb rubs firmly against your other entrance again. A moan tumbling from your own lips surprises you, and your hips jerk towards his hand beyond your control. Because holy shit that actually felt…good that time?

"Yes," you purr without any hesitation, "I'd let you do anything you want to me." You know it's distressingly true. You're starting to think there isn't anything you wouldn't give him. Or wouldn't want him to give you. You want him to do things to you that you don't even have the words for.

"Hmmm." He makes an intrigued noise. "Noted. Also your time has run out."

It's all the warning you get before he's leaning over you, one hand now braced on your lower back. The weight behind it pushes your hips down, forcing your knees to slide with it until you catch yourself, angling you down towards the bed. Then he has a hand on the side of your face and he's crushing your cheek down into the mattress. You cry out in surprise, which comes out slightly muffled from the way your face is being squished by his palm.

Then you realize: he was distracting you. He was teasing your ass so you would slow down and lose.

There's a flush of anger in your belly because he was never intending to play fair. That was the fucking catch. He just wanted to watch and enjoy you fucking him, knowing what he was going to do anyway. The anger twists into scalding lust at the first hint of embarrassment that washes over you. Then you're mad about how much that turns you on. How your arousal throbs and drenches around him. About how he knows it.

You open your mouth to protest, but without saying anything or letting you get a word in, he sets a relentless pace, hammering down into you. You have to clench and brace yourself to keep from sliding further, and every thrust into you is a test of your own strength. One which he is winning, you realizing as your knees slip another inch.

For too long, all you can do is desperately try to keep your position and let him fuck you. Even shifting or writhing beneath him would be all the submission he needs to force you flat onto your belly. And it feels good, god it feels good, but you're so focused on your body, that you can't truly enjoy the way your closed thighs force friction and pressure against your g-spot. Or the way his balls hit and rub against your nerves with every thrust.

It's frustrating, like seeing something out of the corner of your eye, but it's gone by the time you turn your head. You let out a discouraged huff.

Then he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls back, attempting to lift you up off of the bed. You scramble to get your arms under you so you can move with his hand, relieving most of the pressure on your scalp. His hand on your lower back forces you to arch towards him rather than lean against him, and he continues yanking on your hair until your head is tilted back and you're practically looking up at him. Once you're in the position he wants, he removes the hand on your back and settles it over your belly, holding you up.

"Finally get sick of that?" He growls into your ear.

"Yes!" You whimper. "It wasn't…"

"Good?" His raspy voice finishes for you. "That's because it was supposed to be frustrating."

"But—" you sputter.

"Had to punish you somehow."

"Fuck!" Anger settles back over you. "I just wanted it rough, Kino."

"I know. And I was going to give it to you," he rumbles down at you, "then you opened your mouth." He tsks at you. "Brat."

"You were enjoying it too much," you hiss.

He tugs back on your hair and you cry out in pain.

"I was enjoying it just fine. I was adjusting." He's almost too collected for how hard he was just thrusting into you. "You were going to get fucked."

You let out a little sob, and if you could hang your head in anguish, you would.

"Poor thing." His hand strokes over your belly, teases up towards your breasts. Then he leans close to whisper in your ear, "Would you like to?"

"Yes, Kino, please," you blurt out with no hesitation, uncaring how desperate it makes you seem, and the words continue spilling from your lips. "Please fuck me. I'm still so fucking wet for you! I need you. Make me come with your cock. Make me come so hard—make me scream! Please."

"Hmmm," he hums, pleased, behind you. He pumps into you, and you cry out in relief. "How can I say no to that?"

He releases your hair and you drop your head down, twisting back and forth, letting the muscles and tendons in your neck stretch and relax. He waits patiently until you're finished before plunging into you again, and you're so grateful for those little moments where he's tender and thoughtful, even in the middle of being rough. Where you know how much he wants you to enjoy it, too.

God, you love him.

Then both hands are on your stomach, and he's groping upwards, feeling his way along your ribs until he drags his calloused palms over your breasts. This time you arch back of your own accord, pressing your chest forward into his hands, eager for more. He rewards you by fondling you as he thrusts into you.

His lips find your shoulder and he kisses towards your neck, pausing occasionally to bite and grunt into your flesh. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave half moon impressions behind—and to leave you whimpering.

You turn your head to capture his mouth, and he crashes his lips messily into yours. You both moan in relief at the contact. The downside of this position is not being able to kiss him whenever you want, and, fuck, do you love kissing him. And touching him. And looking at him. God, this is torture. His tongue finds yours and you yield to him, letting him be in control of plunging into you there as well. Let him twist and stroke his tongue into your mouth, and nip at your bottom lip.

You both kneel there for a few minutes, kissing, rocking against each other, and him teasing your nipples under his palms and fingers while you make needy noises into his mouth. Then he breaks the kiss, leaving you slack jawed and panting against his lips.

"This is lovely, but the angle isn't good enough for what I want to do to you," he says in a husky voice as you whimper against him. "Get back onto your stomach." With one last squeeze over your breasts, he lets go of you so you can return to the bed.

But your back is stiff from bending for so long at such a sharp and unnatural angle. So when you lean forward too quickly, one of your muscles tightens into a knot. You hiss in pain and nearly recoil as you freeze in place. You put a bracing fist in the middle of where it hurts as you slowly press and stretch it out, trying to force it to unknot so you can maneuver down as fast as you can without hurting yourself more.

He must realize because then both of his strong hands are on you. He nudges your fist out of the way and slowly runs his hands up your back, working the tight muscles with his thumbs. At first his touch is too firm on the tender knots and you cry out in pain. But as he kneads them, rolls them under his grip, they begin to uncoil and relax beneath the effort and you practically melt into his hands. He encourages you to lower down to the mattress as he follows you, massaging a few more circles into your flesh to make sure they don't seize again.

"Better?" He sounds genuinely concerned and your heart flutters.

"Much," you sigh. "Thank you."

"Hips, too," he instructs. "We'll give your poor back a break."

You wiggle and shift until you're prone on your stomach with your arms crossed above your head, which is much more comfortable than forcing your spine to bend at an extreme angle. Your hips are still tilted and jutting in the air to give him access to your entrance, but it takes less effort to maintain slightly raised as opposed to on your knees.

Behind you, Kino straddles your thighs. His erection is still inside of you, but not nearly far enough. All your squirming into position worked him somewhat loose. You'd be impressed at his ability to move with you, if not for the fact that you are not a patient woman. And you want him back inside of you. Want to feel full of him.

"I'm still not going to take it easy, so you TELL me if you hurt, okay?" His voice is firm and leaves no room for argument.

"Yes, Kino. I promise," you say as seriously as you can to reassure him.

He studies the side of your face for a moment, and finally gives you a satisfied nod. Then he spreads his knees wider, bracing himself on the bed. The implication of it—that he needs the extra leverage—sends your face into the mattress to muffle a moan. His hands grasp your hips, too, and he leans into it until his weight is putting enough pressure on you to deepen your indentation in the foam.

When you come up for air, his thumb strokes over your hip. A feather light show of affection. Just a reminder—before this starts, before you're both delirious and lost in each other—that he loves you. That this is how he shows you how much he loves you.

Because Kino Loy is in love with you.

The thought is unfurling and flowering in your mind when he thrusts the rest of the way into you, slotting into place like he belongs there as you cry out. It's heady, being full of him. You could have sex with him every day and a decade from now, he could thrust into you and it would still be devastating. He can shatter your entire world with just his cock.

He pauses. Adjusts his knees. Slants over you. Readies himself while you squirm beneath him, rubbing your legs together, lifting your hips, aching in his grasp.

"Hold still," he scolds and swats your ass. Not hard, just enough to get you to stop in shock. You gasp and flush, hot with arousal, and fight against squirming even more than before. You mentally curse the open cells because you know he can't do it again—or do it harder. At least not without the whole block knowing what's happening.

Finally he moves, but he doesn't pull back. He rolls further inside of you. He squishes your ass cheeks forward with the depth of his grinding. Then he rocks back, hips barely leaving yours, and he does it again.

"Fuck!" You both cry out at the same time—his is gruff and raw, and reverberates deep in his chest. Yours comes out as a high, needy whine that devolves into sobs.

Then continues rocking into you, faster, letting his weight and strength push his length inside of you. Through all of it, he never leaves your opening. Never leaves any space between his hips and yours. He lets the friction, the depth of every movement, send both of you into fits of moaning whenever he angles just right or you squeeze your thighs together.

And god, the slide of him through your clenched folds makes you aware of parts of yourself you didn't think could feel pleasure like this before. Your swollen lips, the press of your ass shifting muscles deep within you, even your walls feel more sensitive when he drags so forcefully against them.

Your legs start to squirm uselessly behind you since you can't rock back against him or lift up to meet his thrusts. The constant motion must flex your core as well because he starts hissing and sucking in sharp breaths each time you cross your ankles—which you start doing intentionally, just to drive him mad. And it isn't long before his movements become a little more rough. A little more insistent.

He braces more of his weight onto your hips and you swear you can feel your bones shift under his hands. There's more pressure than pain, though, and you're completely flattened to the mattress, wedged between it and him. Now he's using his grip for more leverage, which allows him to use his knees to push instead. Then he drills into you and fuck, you didn't think he could get deeper. His hips start to pull back far enough to meet your ass with a wet slap, no longer just shifting and sliding with you.

With a frustrated "shit," he drops to a hand, plants it next to your shoulder and hovers over your back. The angle inside of you shifts, too. He's pounding down with each thrust, relentlessly hitting that exquisite spot inside of you. The one behind your clit that sends alluring tension up through your belly and bones. It builds with each new thrust.

His head is lowered close enough to your ear that you can hear his low breathing. The way he's focusing on pumping into you. You turn your head to the side so you can see his face and to let him grunt and pant against your cheek and fuck, that's hot. Your eyes flutter with it and your lips part in bliss as you let the sound wash over you.

"Are you enjoying laying there and letting me fuck you?" He catches the expression on your face and growls as he arches into you.

"God, yes!" You bite back a whine. "You feel so good."

"And have you ever been properly fucked from behind?" He buries his nose behind your ear, plants his lips firmly into your hairline, and lets out another low grunt when his hips press deep.

"By you," you grit out as his length strikes hard into that spot again, sending you reeling. "Only you."

"Because you're mine," he rumbles. "I will find every way there is to claim you and make you take me." His voice becomes harsh and insistent. "I will make you wet and make you beg, and when you behave, you will come every single time. You will never be neglected again. Not with me."

The last part is said with such conviction that you're dizzy with it. You throb with it. Because it's a promise. A vow. It's also the closest glimpse you've ever gotten to knowing he sees a future for the two of you, you realize. Something beyond this. It's undeniable proof that he thinks about what comes after cells and uniforms and shifts. And you know you would happily kneel before the altar of him and worship for the rest of your life if he let you.

"I love you, Kino," you whimper.

"I love how you—" he lets out a strangled groan, "love how you take my cock. You're so good for me. So fucking perfect."

"All for you," you swear with a gasp. There is heat pooling between your thighs and your attention has begun to hone in on it, tugging your mind away from coherent thought. "Anything for you."

"Then I want you to come for me." His gravelly voice thrums down your spine and you shiver. You claw uselessly against the mattress, looking for something to fucking hold on to as your limbs begin to quake and tremble. "It makes you so wet for my cock." He places an open mouthed kiss on your jaw, letting his tongue and teeth drag and scrape across your skin. "I want you dripping."

"Kino," you sob, "please, I'm close."

"Not good enough." His hips speed up, each thrust into your nerves sending sparks through you as you lay there and try to catch fire.

"Right there," you slur, dazed, igniting, close to being gone completely. "Fuck."

"Are you going to scream for me?" He growls.

You don't answer. Can't. You go rigid under him, every muscle in your body flexing and each nerve ending activating as if you stepped out onto the hot floor. As if you're braced to plummet off a ledge and into freefall. Then he starts grunting again from the effort of fucking you, and it's one of your favorite sounds in the entire fucking universe.

So you do. You clench your eyes shut and fall.

When you climax, there are stars behind your eyelids. Infinite churning furnaces that expand and explode with you, yielding to entropy—the heat death of the universe contained within your core, searing through your groin and up your belly. You burn. It's death without dying.

Through it all you wail and cry his name while your hips flex and try to grind onto him. Your walls clamp down around him, clenching greedily at his cock. Your voice and your body surrendering and wanting for nothing but him. Knowing nothing but him. 

"Just like that." He moans and curses over you, rocking hungrily into your flutters and spasms. "I never want to leave this. I want to stay right here," he presses into you so hard your hips lift from the bed, "buried inside of you while you try to drain me as you come. They're going to have to come down and drag me away from you."

Your heart swells. It's so bloated within you that your ribs ache with it and there is no room left for your lungs. You gasp uselessly, desperately, for air. For relief.

"Kino," you manage to choke out. Still the only word your mind can conjure. The only one that matters.

He pushes away from you suddenly, rises to his knees, and pulls out of you with no warning.

"Flip over," he barks out, uncharacteristically impatient, and you know he must be close. You scramble to obey, turning as fast as your lethargic limbs will let you—only stumbling once—and then collapsing onto your back.

He dives into your arms, finding where he fits perfectly against you with no hesitation. Where he belongs, you think. You fold around him, one leg hooked behind his thigh and the other lazily draping over his hips.

He spears back into your slick heat with a groan. His aim isn't perfect, it's needy, but your entrance is so wet that he slips in without having to fumble between your legs. Then he's pounding into you. You jolt at each impact, and the force rattles little breaths from your lungs. 

A hand comes to the side of your neck, cups it while his thumb caresses lovingly over your throat and jaw. His lips and nose brush across your skin, kissing and panting and slowly nuzzling. Such a gentle contrast to the punishing snap of his hips and the bruising grip of the hand that has latched onto your thigh. Because he's holding on to you, frantically, as if you might try to escape. As if the only thing that matters is chasing his release between your legs.

You nuzzle back, wanting to feel every part of him that you've been missing. Wanting to breathe him in and fill your lungs with his scent. You run your hands through his hair, the stubble on his jaw, and over his chest. Insatiable despite having two orgasms.

You gasp his name like a call and he grunts yours in answer into your cheek.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," his voice is tight and ragged.

"I want it deep, Kino," you beg into his ear. "Make it hurt."

The tender touch of his hand vanishes as he clamps down on your jaw as hard as the hand on your thigh. Before you can whine with pain, he pushes your head back so he can muffle a groan that is wrenched from his chest into your throat.

"Fuck!" He snarls, baring his teeth against your skin. Your heart stutters in thrill at your vulnerability. At how exposed you are again.

He buries himself into your wet heat. Presses so brutally that he slides both of you along the mattress until your back catches on the vinyl and he's pushing uselessly against you. Then he throws his head back. His face is contorted in anguish and rapture—eyes clenched shut and his mouth frozen in a sob—as he hovers just on that edge, and it's fucking breathtaking. Everything about him is raw and scruffy and hard and lined with age, and he's so god-damned perfect, you think. Irresistible, like reaching for an open flame. His fingers digging into you, his fuzzy belly on yours, his sculpted shoulders, his full lips, his bared, imperfect teeth, his nose—that brief moment of stillness before he comes undone, burning itself into your memories.

Finally, he's moaning, a broken, guttural sound, as he's falling into his climax and spending himself inside of you. His cock throbs so hard that you can feel every pulse of his release, every contraction that starts in his balls before it's wrung out and floods your core. God, he feels so incredible. You grind your hips against him, wanting more of it. Trying to milk every last drop and bit of ecstasy, and it draws a growl from him.

He retreats back for another deep plunge and his knees buckle from exhaustion and the intensity of his orgasm. With a grunt, he collapses on top of you, but then he quickly arches his hips into you to finish the thrust anyway. He scrambles to push off of the mattress with his toes, drags himself forward using your hips as more leverage, and he slides against you. Rocks through the final tremors of his release.

When he finally stops, he's shaking over you, still trembling from the force of his climax. He drops the rest of his weight onto you with a heavy exhale and settles his head onto your chest. He lays there for a moment, listening to your heart pounding beneath him and letting the rhythm calm him. His legs and hips start to relax as well, no longer arched and pressed into you, which causes his length to slip out of your now very slick sex. His spent cock twitches on your inner thigh.

You shift to look down at him, gasping for air and having no idea how you're so out of breath when all you really did was lay there and get ravaged. You hug him to you, wanting to feel as much of his skin against yours as you can, but he shakes his head and pulls away.

"One more," he pants. "I want you to give me one more."

"What?" You stare at him in confusion, uncomprehending what he means. "One more what?"

"I want you to have one more orgasm while you're full of my come," he explains, winded, but patient.

"Fuck, Kino! I don't know if I can," you whine because what the fuck. How can he still be thinking about sex? How can he even move right now? How can—

"I know exactly how to get it from you, don't worry. Just lay here." He reaches out to cup your jaw, and his thumb tenderly traces your cheek. His face and his voice soften. "Let me love you."

And how the fuck do you say no to that? You nod at him before you even know what you're doing. Before you've even thought it through. It astounds you how eager you are to obey him sometimes. It's deeper than instinct. It's inevitability.

He slowly works his way down your body, obviously exhausted, and spreads your legs open before him. You know what he meant, then. How he plans to shatter your sense of awareness one last time, and you writhe and whimper. As tired and spent as you are, the thought resurrects a spark of want that starts in your chest, builds to your stomach, and reignites in your core.

He settles between your knees, sprawled on his belly along your small bed. Then he scoops your legs over his shoulders and pulls you closer to his mouth by your thighs.

"Fuck, look at your ruined, pretty little hole." He kisses your inner thigh as he continues to admire your glistening sex, and your skin quivers under his lips. "Your cunt should always look like this. You were made to be a mess from my cock."

He licks the inside of your folds, just at your entrance, dragging his hot tongue through the mixture of both of your fluids and spend as you gasp above him. He groans in pleasure. "You taste even better full of me."

He teases your entrance with the tip of his tongue, skimming and tracing along your swollen lips. And you're not going to fucking beg. You're not. You're not.

"I came so deep that you haven't started leaking properly. Yet." Then he widens his mouth over your sex and plunges his tongue inside of you, seeking his own seed. It's so filthy that your walls pulse and flutter around him while he presses in and out of your depths. Laps inside of you. He finally withdraws and drags his tongue up over your too sensitive clit. The frisson it sends through you is sharp and potent. It makes you desperate.

"Oh god, Kino! I need your mouth on me," you beg, immediately giving in at the intensity of your own yearning because fuck how could you forget how good he is at this? How did you think you wouldn't be a blubbering mess with his mouth on you?

"What do you say?" He asks, low and gruff, and flicks the tip of his tongue over your nerves again.

"Fuck! Please !" You shout. "Please please please ple—"

He covers your clit with his mouth, turning your pleading into a choking sound as you try to gasp and moan at the same time. His tongue sets to work, rubbing and swirling over you as his cheeks hollow with the gentle suction of his lips.

The lines on his face crease and deepen with concentration. His neatly combed hair is tousled from your fingers and the effort of fucking you. The stubborn curls, usually only obvious at the nape of his neck, have worked themselves free and one sticks out in defiance on the side of his head. The sight of him—disheveled, his jaw moving and flexing from working your clit, your wetness shiny in the stubble on his cheeks and jaw, and him gazing up at you from between your thighs—sends a fresh surge of need from your weak flesh.

Occasionally he pulls away to lick between your folds and his eyelids go heavy in pleasure. You would scream if you could breathe. If that hadn't knocked the wind out of you.

When he rubs his tongue back over your nerves, your body doesn't wait or tense. There's no building or teasing you while you're on the edge. You're already so loose and stimulated that you shoot up to your elbows and come immediately against his mouth.

Your climax burns from your core, out to your pelvis, then down your thighs. Your toes curl with it. Your walls pulse with it. Your entrance clenches and leaks an obscene trail of both of you down your slit and into the cleft of your ass. You cry out, but your voice is hoarse from all your moaning and screaming and lacks the intensity of your previous two orgasms—even though it still leaves you quaking and grabbing at his hair and grinding yourself against his mouth, riding out every last wave.

After your hips finally stop and the little tremors of your aftershocks subside, you collapse back to the mattress with a whimper. He pulls his head away from your clit to admire you. Watches you finally leak and drip his come with a look of awe on his face.

"That's better." Then his tongue flattens over you and he licks the entire length of your slit. Slowly. Gathering as much of the mess as he can. He groans appreciatively as he curls his tongue back into his mouth. You watch him savor it for a moment, and then swallow.

You begin to sob.

You can't help it. You're emotionally and physically spent, vulnerable and overwhelmed in a way you've never felt before, and that was too fucking hot for your lust fried brain to process right now. Which apparently translates into tears because you can't stop the way they start running down your cheeks.

He looks up at you, wide eyed in concern, and quickly makes his way beside you on the bed. Then he pulls you into his arms while you sniffle against him.

"What's wrong?" He tilts your chin up to look at him.

"I'm fine. I think you just broke me," you let out a watery laugh as you meet his eyes. "Apparently that was so god-damned hot that it was too much. You're too sexy, Kino. It overloaded my brain."

He gives you an incredulous stare and you let loose a wave of fresh tears.

"Shhh, hey, it's okay," he whispers. He presses his forehead to yours and cups your cheek, swiping the moisture there away with his thumb. "You were so good for me." He kisses the tip of your nose. "So good."

You flush under his praise and wipe at your eyes. "You were incredible. Every time we have sex, it's the best fucking sex I've ever had in my entire life."

"Good," he rumbles against you. "It's what you deserve. Not whatever the fuck those other assholes were doing to you."

You laugh, your whole body shaking with it, and you catch a small smile on his face. It's enough of a distraction that you let out a deep sigh and blink back the last few tears that hadn't fallen yet. 

"Apparently setting me up to know exactly how damned lucky I am to have finally found you."

"That's my line," he grumbles.

"Why, you have a string of disappointing partners, too?" You yawn, now exhausted from, well, everything.

"Something like that," he says under his breath.

"What does that mean?" You blink heavily at him.

"It means there was always something missing, which is unsatisfying in a different way to not having a single orgasm for the entirety of a relationship." His voice deepens. "And you are very, very satisfying. In every way."

A thrill runs through your tired body at that. "I bet you always made sure the person you slept with finished." You snuggle closer to him.

"Of course I did," he sniffs. "I'm an asshole, not a monster."

"Mmmm. Never a monster," you mumble, your eyes closing. "Think you're amazing. Fucking…wonderful. Love you."

"I love you, too," he whispers.

You aren't sure how both of you got dressed. You remember a lethargic shifting of limbs and pull of fabric, but you were fighting to stay awake at that point. It's all so hazy. The only thing you're sure of is that now you're curled into his arms and laying half on top of him, your head is tucked under his chin, and your legs are tangled together. Your body thrums with love for him and a bone deep satisfaction.

You hold possessively at his waist, as if he could somehow sneak out in the middle of the night and leave you to wake to an empty bed, alone. Or that you might open your eyes in the morning and find the last few weeks have been a dream. That he grabbed you by the jaw and cracked you so deeply that you imagined all of this to save yourself from shattering.

As if he can sense your thoughts or feel the stiffening of your body, he hugs you tightly to him and kisses your hair.

"I love you," he whispers, and you melt, releasing that last bit of tension. You open your mouth to say it back, try to fight to get the words out before you can't. But you've tipped too far towards unconsciousness now to manage it.

Your last thought before the darkness takes you is, oh, hell, he knows.

A/N: Fun Easter egg about this chapter: I'm a dramatic, desperately hopeless romantic that loves angst. I don't know if any of you've picked up on that. I've been really subtle about it. (sarcasm)

I was really struggling writing this because, FOR SOME DAMN REASON, I was struggling writing romantic smut. And then my brain went, okay but what if you just…didn't?? So I made it romantic AND filthy, which fits better anyway, and was much easier for me to write. (Curious 💅)

✨An actual fun science lesson Easter Egg about this chapter!✨ I used the comparison of binary stars in chapter 10:

"Like binary stars, bound and endlessly drawn towards one another until they're destined to merge—or to destroy each other."

Usually binary star systems fall apart when one evolves into a white dwarf first and consumes the other one, causing it to gain more mass, exceed the limit of its stability, and go supernova. Anytime at least one white dwarf is involved in a binary star supernova, it's called a Type 1a Supernovae.

It's rare, but occasionally both binary stars evolve into white dwarfs at the same time. (The reason it's so rare is because the stars have to be incredibly similar to have a parallel evolution, otherwise one would evolve first and likely destroy the other.) White dwarfs are very dense and, as a result, have a powerful gravitational pull. The stars are slowly drawn towards each other in their orbit until they eventually collide, creating the Type 1a Supernovae that way. I've always thought there was something very romantic about them being so perfectly matched that they burn together, as if they were soulmates.

A Type 1a Supernovae is also one of the brightest events that occur in our universe. 🙂 Space is cool, y'all.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[firefighterbuckley-diaz]

A Flag to your door, By Ur-comfortperson

"I got your back"

"Or y'know you can have mine"

"I'm just worried" Ediie says through the phone while holding it up in his face

"I told you, I'll be fine" buck said

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Why was Eddie so worried? Well lets put it that way, Eddie and Buck met at a mission in Afghanistan that is also the first time Eddie met the love of his life, he met buck through the med tent bloody as hell and injured that you would be surprised he survived, after that they just keep meeting sometimes at a place you didn't want to be. After the war Eddie quits in the military but Buck didn't he stayed and soon enough he was transferred into the navy, which Eddie kinda liked because it isn't dangerous as being in the field getting showered by either bullets or bombs

Before Eddie quits he always seen buck at his worst, Gunshot in the chest, Concussion from the explosion broken ribs, wrist, back that Eddie isn't even surprised if he shows up in the medic tent all in red...

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Eddie puts his phone down and went to the bed that was supposed to be buck's and his. He misses his boyfriend he really does want Buck to go home soon but his duty doesn't end until August..

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BUCKLEY'S POV

Buck really miss Eddie but he loves this job too, he promised that after this duty its the time he'll propose to Eddie. So Him and Eddie will be together forever...

But before he can do that he was stuck, well not in war there was a Ship, an Unknown ship something they call piracy. They have noticed this when they heard the Alarms

"This is Alpha i repeat this is team Alpha we're under attack team Bravo, Charlie do you Copy" Buck heart stopped as he heard those words though the radio, he also thanked god because Eddie isn't here..

"This is Buckley from Charile, we copy" Buck said through the radio, with his voice shaken as he held a Box, inside of the box was a proposal ring, It doesn't take long for the Pirate people to find thier room as the man pulled out a rifle gesturing that he held his hands up and get out in the room

Buck does the same, as he went outside he saw his crew member scared laying on the floor, the Captain was all in blood they have killed the captain

"If someone makes a Call i will not hesitate to Kill every single one of you" The man said as he Raise his rifile in the roof shooting it proving it is real

"Your a Pirate, You're only supposed to steal stuff not kill people" Polaris said

"Guess I'm different then, Names?"

"What"

"I SAID NAMES" the man threatened another shot

"Buckley, Evan Buckley" "Polaris Lopez" "Edward Leon" "Lucy bishop" As everyome give their names the pirates eye when to Buck's

"You look like you can be the example for these people"

When Buck heard that the adrenaline when up he saw this as an opportunity to disarm the man but, there were 3 man all armed if he does manage to disarm it what about the 2 others? As the Panic rises he saw that the Emergency Alarm was near them this will send a signal straight to the Base and he couldn't take any chances. Buck when pass the man and pull the Alarm sending a light signal and a loud alarm

And then he feel the pain, a searing pain in his chest a pain he felt before, the same pain he felt when Eddie use to treat it.

"Oh my god, Buckley he's- He's been shot"

"Shit they send an Signal, Back up would be coming from a helicopter any minute, Everyone out" the pirate said as him and his man back up and escape

Another man went straight to Buck "Hey, Hey men are you alright?" Putting pressure to the wound "the hell are you thinking playing hero again" Polaris said panicking

"Eddie-" Buck said in a weak voice

"Don't talk you did good, backup will be here any minute, you fucking idiot"

Buck reached to his pocket pulling up a box "give this to eddie" buck said placing it in polaris free hand

"You can give him to your self" he said and placing it back to Buck's hand

Then he went black, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, its so quiet and peacefull and lovely..

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EDIIE'S POV

Eddie woke up in a sound of a knocking "its 7am dumbass come back later" Eddie says

The man outside the door shouted "This is about your friend Evan buckley" As he hear those words he felt like his feet had been eaten by the world he cannot move, or maybe he thinks he can't because he realised he was at the door opening it looking at the officer in a uniform with a Flag in his hands and a box..

"Im Polaris, Polariz lopez I'm here to-"

Eddie stoped him "what ever you say its not-" Eddie broke down as he kneel in his door

The officer continued saying the words "This is Officer Polaris Speaking behalf our co-officer Evan buckely who passed away serving our country. Also he wanted me to give this to you Eddie Diaz" Eddie looked up seeing a box on top of a flag as he opened it tears stared flowing even faster it was a Ring, inside of the box there was a ring

"You fucking idiot why didn't you propose yourself" Eddie says as he grab the ring and put it in this fingers "i need to see his body, Take me to them" Eddie says to the man

"This way sir" Eddie Followed the man to a coffin besides a large car behind those was a coffin, and inside of that coffin is his Boyfriend or should i say Fiancé on buck's right hand theres an indentical ring that was the same of the one eddie just wore...

As Eddie sees the lifeless body of his supposed to be Husbund he broke down "We were just talking yesterday, You promised you'd come back to be BREATHING, Evan you broke your stupid promise"

I should've- I should've had your back if i didnt quit you'd still be here

"YOU CAN HAVE MY BACK ANYDAY"

"OR Y'KNOW YOU CAN HAVE MINE"

[krstseo]

ECE Best Students and Faculty Activities from April-June 2023

ECE Best Students and Faculty Activities from April-June 2023

During the period from April to June 2023, the Department of Electronics and Communication Engineering (ECE) at K.Ramakrishnan College of Technology (KRCT) actively engaged in numerous student development activities. Additionally, from engaging campus events to insightful talks, participations in competitions, and innovative initiatives, the department witnessed productive quarterly events. Furthermore, these activities showcased the dedication and enthusiasm of students and faculty, underscoring their commitment to their academic and professional growth.

Electronics and Communication Engineering: April to June 2023 Quarterly Events Conducted

Campus Activities

Mr. S. Dhaneeshwar and Mr. S. Arun Kumar conducted Peer learning classes for IV/ECE for the students of III/ECE.

Subsequently, the III ECE students were recognized for their achievements as they received certificates in the TN Skills Programme on May 6, 2023.

Further, on May 9, 2023, an awareness program titled "MANJAPPAI" was organized by KRGI and the Tamil Nadu Pollution Control Board. Students and faculty members from the ECE department actively participated in the event.

On May 13, 2023, a peer learning session on "Business Canvas Modelling" was conducted by Ms. J. Jodeena along with Pushpa and Mr. A. Keerthivasan from II/ECE.

Also, Mrs.Shanthi, a yoga trainer, conducted a yoga session for the students of III/ECE on May 25, 2023.

Additionally, the ECE students actively engaged in startup activities and were registered as incubatees with EDII-ABIRF, signing a Memorandum of Understanding (MoU) on June 6, 2023.

Insightful Talks at Electronics and Communication Engineering Department

Nonetheless, Mr.K.Saravanan, Deputy Chief Operating Officer, delivered a motivational talk to the students of III/ECE on May 26, 2023.

Participations/Innovations

Firstly, the III/ECE students took part in TECH-HACKATHON-2023 at CARE College of Engineering from March 31 to April 1, 2023.

Also, the ECE students actively participated in DAKSH 2.0, the international techno-management festival at SASTRA University on April 8, 2023.

The III ECE students actively participated and presented their projects at ONE API DAKSH 2.0 hosted at SASTRA University, Tanjore.

Ms. A. Revathi of II/ECE secured the first place in the technical symposium organized by MAM College of Engineering and Technology.

The ECE students visited Anna University BIT Campus for an incubator program on April 27, 2023.

Additionally, students of ECE visited Anna university BIT campus -idea discussion at EDII-BIT campus on 04.05.2023

Further, on May 12, 2023, students from the ECE department visited the AU Incubation Centre to develop their BMC (Business Model Canvas) and revenue generation models for their proposed ideas.

Moreover, Mr.D.Chetan kumar of III/ECE and J.Joodena Puspha, A.Keerthivasan and Dharshini of II/ECE has presented ideas in Al BIT campus and signed MoU for incubation on 06.06.2023

Mr. A. Vanthiyadevan, Mr. R. Prasanna, and Mr. Thevanand attended a 5-day workshop sponsored by IIT Hyderabad and TIHAN at NIT Trichy on June 15, 2023.

On June 15, 2023, Mr. Keerthivasan from II/ECE pitched his idea to investors in Madurai, as part of an event organized by TN Startups.

Ms. Geerthana received the Topper Cash Award for her performance in NPTEL.

Seminars

A SERB-sponsored national-level seminar titled "Artificial Intelligence-based Image Processing Implementation with VLSI" was conducted on May 22 and May 23, 2023.

Faculty Activities

The Department of ECE, in collaboration with coreEL Technologies from Bangalore, organized a faculty skill training program on VLSI Design using Xilinx Vivado and Mentor Graphics on June 13 and June 15, 2023.

To Conclude

Finally, as we reflect on the events and achievements April to June 2023, it is evident that the Department of Electronics and Communication Engineering (ECE) at KRCT has maintained a steadfast pursuit of academic and professional excellence. Moreover, through countless activities, seminars, participations, and skill-building initiatives, students and faculty alike have demonstrated their passion, creativity, and commitment to advancing knowledge and skills in the field.

[helloidkwhatimdoing-0]

Okay i have this friend and talking to her about stranger things is so— i just don't agree with her on like anything

For a start she doesn't think byl/er could happen and keeps saying that "the show already has their token gays so why would they do it" — which is INFURIATING bc queer people should not be confined to just being token characters!!!!

She's a HUGE milkvan shipper and she WANTS more lu/max conflict in s5

She doesn't like jancy

I'm just !!!! Theres stuff i agree with her about, like we were talking about how sad Bob's death was and how neither of us want Eddie to come back (I'm sorry Ediie I loved you but they killed you so i think you should stay dead), but there's so much stuff i disagree with her about it's hard to talk to her about the show

[red-and-blonde-moved]

I know very little about Harry Potter, I'm mostly here for the Pokemon Go esque app, but if in your Hogwarts au you don't have Marius related to Newt Scamander, I'm suing you.

[jonathans-boyfriend]

ST4 Vol2 Ep9

- yuri, i hate you

- joyce and hopper <333

- lasagna and breadsticks. hopper its okay hun

- JOYCE AND HOPPER ARE CUTE TOGETHERRR

- please kiss omg pleaseeee

- THEY KISSED ! OMG THEY KISSEDDD

- LEADER NANCY IS HOT

- nancy wheeler i love you so fucking much

- dustin, sweetie, do not get hurt or i will throw H A N D S

- steve, that was so hot

- ROBNANCE OR NOBIN IDK I LOVE THEM

- steve, stop making moves in jonathan’s girlfriend

- ediie and dustin are heroes !

- MAKE VECNA PAY !

- the new monster hunting trio is so sexy tho. nancy leading.

- the zoom in on nancy? consider me peaked

- jonathan is stressed. means im stressed.

- hi eleven, my beloved.

- argyle, you beautiful dumbass

- eleven is going to piggyback in max’s mind

- argyle has an idea:D

- max !!!

- the faint running up that hill. im so terrified.

- hi lucas, my loveeee

- ERICA, please GO HOME! i dont want you hurt :(

- PHASE ONE is on. oh no.

- JASON! put that damn gun away. you ain’t going to do shit

- stay away from the kids or i will sadako your ass

- Russia team is getting ready? i hope…

- hopper is pissed.

- joyce and hopper are ready to protect their kids

- hopper holding a flamethrower. consider me scared and aroused.

- argyle and fellow high dumbass

- purple palm tree delight. again.

- jonathan, go save your friends from afar. i love you

- eddie and dustin, better make it out it here it i will actually cry

- HIS AXE IS IN THE UPSIDE DOWN

- eddie, sweetheart, dont get hurt

- steve, do not make any moves on nancy. isrg j will STOP watching the show

- i love how seeing nancy smile but please stop flirting steve.

- please. steve stop. steve stop.

- nancy no. NANCY NO.

- nancy does not seem to feel the same. i hope.

- murray and jim on a first name basis. love it.

- its a warzone. the demogorgon IS NOT DEAD.

- why is enzo kinda 🥴

- exactly enzo. put yuri in his fucking place.

- yuri is a veteran?

- enzo is so hotttt

- exactly yuri. do the right thing. please.

- im so scared for max. please dont hurt max…

- max and lucas are so cute. they are a power couple. they have stood the test of time and truly love one another

“ hi!” “hi :)” “im glad you are here” “me too!” “movie friday?” *lengthy writing* “*a picture if them together 👩🏼‍🤝‍👨🏿*”

- the lovebirds have copied!

- ericas sassss

- phase two begins. poor max…

- its game time.

- "hey asshole!” — max (s4) "hey asshole!” — nancy (s2) - girls getting shit done.

- mileven! <3

- im happy they are talkin.

- PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA?! now i gotta try it

- will and jonathan…please talk omg

- byers brothers memories

- larry the lego man.

- silly will got a lego man stuck up his nose

- jon doing surgery on his brothers nose lmao

- jon loves his brother so much.

- he doesnt wanna lose his baby brother.

- “or stoned.” - sass, matter of a fact

- “or stoned.” - agreement

- jonathan KNOWS. omg he knows. he loves his brother and supports him.

- THEIR HUG. jonathan is THE best brother to exist and my favorite stranger things character. i love you byers.

- its go time.

- el, max, and lucas together again. . .sorta

- this is max’s season.

- aw max 🥺

- max wanting billy dead. yikes 😳

- i wish i could hug max.

- el is listening and her heart is breaking.

- max can’t forgive herself and wants to die? i feel you max

- I WAS SO SCARED. i THOT LUCAS WAS REALLY SAYING THAT TO MAX

- RUN MAX! fucking RUN

- el is in.

- eddie. my love.

- “chrissy, this is for you!” <3 SHRED EDDIE

- i just realized the demobats have demogorgon heads

- JASON GET AWAY FROM ERICA

- BILLY

- ERICA! MY LOVE NOOO :(

- THE SNOWBALL! THE BIRTH OF LUMAX

- DUSTIN AND EDDIE CELEBRATING GIVES ME LIFE

- back to the russia crew :)

- BURN THE MFKING MIND FLAYER >:)

- EVERYTHING ESCAPED OUT OF THEIR CAGES OMG

- the mind flayer has risen

- please be careful monster hunters 2.0

- robin and nancy holding each other’s hands for safety. love it.

- little baby max riding a skateboard and flipping people off <3

- he FOUND HER NO

- EL HuURRY!

- SHES IN THE UPSIDE DOWN VERSION OF THE SNOW BALL

- DO NOT HURT ERICA

- JASON I WILL LITERALLY MURDER YOU

- joyce remembering bob breaks my heart

- joyce and hopper have a date. hes going to survive 🥺🥺

- THEY KISSED AGAIN— hopper, do not fail miss byers or i will wake you up and kill you myself

- dustin trying to be scary is so funny. i love him.

- STUPID DEMOBAT SCARED ME

- dustin and eddie stabbing stuff makes me smile <3

- LET GO OF ROBIN AND STEVE!

- NANCY NO!

- FUCKIN HELL!

- DONT HURT MY BABIES

- IT IS ON SIGHT VECNA

- RUN HOPPER

- EDDIE NO! EDDIE NO

- MAX NO MAX NO

- LUCAS YOU BADASS! FIGHT!

- the SINCLAIRS ARE KICKING SO MUCH ASS

- STAY AWAY FROM MAX HENRY/ONE/VECNA

- SHUT THE FUCK UP VECNA I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

- EL WHEREARE YOU

- THERE YOU ARE MY LOVE

- ELMAX ARE REUNITED

- PRESENTING THE QUEEN, ELEVEN

- “YOU!” “hi. :)” *yeet*

- DUSTIN YOU BADASS ILY

- EDDIE NO

- DUSTIN OMG GET UP BABY

- EDDIE STOP PLEASE

- PLEASE GTFO HOPPER

- KICK HIS ASS LUCAS

- NO JASON YOU A-HOLE

- my girls are back together and that makes me so happy <3

- “im real :)”

- “i piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer :)” “WHAT?!”

- SAVE MAX EL

- “if you touch her again, i will KILL you again.”

- STAY AWAY FROM EL

- dustin’s leg is broken…no…baby no…

- eddie sweetheart. you are so brave.

- i admire max for trying to protect her friend

- NO ELEVEN! FIGHT IT

- EL PLEASE FIGHT BACK! YOU ARE SO POWERFUL!

- MAX NO! LET GO OF MAX! PLEASE NO

- I CANT LOSE HER…

- el, sweetie, its not going to work. . .

- yes. keep him busy el.

- ew. he is so ugly… — me about vecna

- THE MIND FLAYER?!

- HENRY CREATED THE MIND FLAYER! OMG

- henry created the upside down.

- it all started with henry.

- NO! THEY HAVE NOT LOST!

- EDDIE NO!

- NO PLEASE! I CANT LOSE ANYONE ELSE

- FIGHT EL FIGHT!

- NO MAX OH MY GOD! MAX PLEASE NO!

- YOU ARE SO POWERFUL!

- YOU SAVED MAX OMG

- EVERYONES OKAY!

- NANCY IS PISSED.

- HOPPER IS PISSED

- EVERYONE IS PISSED

- FUCK OFF VECNA! FUCK OFF

- “you’ve already lost.” “no. you have.”

- BURN VECNA! BURN

- RUNNING UP THAT HILL!

- kill the son of a bitch

- TAKE YOUR SHOTS NANCY

- GOD IS A WOMAN

- NANCY DOES NOT BACK DOWN FOR SHIT

- that would’ve been a perfect, “go. to. hell!” line from nancy, not gonna lie

- im so glad shes okay

- THEY WON but at what cost…

- EDDIE?! PLEASE NO EDDIE

- NO FUCK THIS SHOW! FUCK THIS SHOW!

- EDDIE YOU FUCKING MAD LAD. I LOVE YOU. REST EASY.

- FUCK THIS SHOW. FUCK THIS STUPID SHOW.

- THEY FUCKING KILLED MAX! I HATE THIS STUPID SHOW!

- I AM CRYING! LITERALY SOBBING

- NO MAX PLEASE

- GET UP MAX

- please get up max

- shes dead? holy fuck. fuck this stupid show! please get up max

- NO NO NO NO! THIS IS A HORRIBLE SHOW!

- the ritual was complete…they lost

- WAIT DID JASON JUST DIE! omg the upside down opening up literally killed jason. THANK GAWD

- TWO DAYS LATER?!!

- TWENTY TWO?! DEAD! holly and karen better be okay.

- they’re okay. thank god.

- JANCY REUNITE OMG

- please tell me they hug

- jancy is supreme. THEY STAYED STRONG. THEY ARE STILL TOGETHER

- max is alive?

- nevermind…

- she is fighting for her life! come home max. come home.

- elmax reunites in person….in the worst circumstances.

- the code cracking trio is back and helping out

- rob and vickie reunite

- vickie is pulling a robin in episode one! oh my fucking god!

- ROBIN is getting a girlfriend :) im happy

- steve is proud of his bff

- aw dustin…baby…sweetheart.

- rest easy eddie munson. you were an angel. a true hero. you were innocent. and you did it for chrissy <3

- they are cleaning up hopper’s cabin for el.

- please talk to each other, jon and nance.

- jonathan is jealoussss

- he wont tell her? come on jonny! communicate! she is the love of your LIFE!

- she feels like she lost. poor baby.

- HOLY FUCK. the upside down connection is back. run will. gtfo.

- vecna is going to die.

- grab a gun nancy. its the government.

- el spins the bottle, the game she played with max in season three on who to use her powers on.

- el is trying to find max in her mind.

- dont lose hope. max is okay.

- OMG HOP AND EL ARE REUNITED! IM GOING TO CRY AGAIN

- IM SO HAPPY THEY ARE TOGETHER AGAIN.

- she kept the door open three inches for hopper. omg.

- they are both without their luscious locks.

- “yeah…i kinda stole your look.”

“yeah :)”

“ how does it look?”

“bitchin’l

- THEY ARE SO HAPPY TO HAVE ONE ANOTHER AGAIN

- “im happy you went to your conference.” YES ME TOO EL! me too

- welcome home hopper

- “you’ve grown :)”

“you’ve shrunk.”

- will senses vecna.

- shit is about to go down.

- the music building. this score…

- the upside down is coming to hawkins.

- war is coming to hawkins, indiana

the five deaths of stranger things vol.2

i. brenner

ii. eddie

iii. max (resurrected)

iv. jason

v. hawkins itself.

bro this show is the reason i need therapy again. thanks stranger things 4. thank you soooo much

[crossovereddie]

Hey there I've been seeing a lot of headcanons that all revolve around Ediie pining. Just wanna wrap my head around why people think it would be Eddie?? Imo Buck has been pining since he first saw Eddie hug Christopher in the earthquake ep. Thoughts please??

Hey! This is a really good question and I’m probably gonna ramble a lot sorry in advance lol

So I can obviously only speak for my myself and from what I’ve see and interpreted other people’s posts.

I was very pining buck as well up until 4x14. That hospital scene changed everything for me and that’s also when people started to be very vocal about pining Eddie. There had been some pining Eddie vibes in the treasure hunt episode too so let me talk about that before I jump into 4x14.

Eddie is clearly jealous of Taylor in treasure hunt at least to me he is. He’s put off by buck teaming up with her first. He’s making comments the whole time they’re planning. He’s side eyeing her and buck. For the first time he doesn’t have bucks full attention and he clearly hates it. We all made jokes and were living for it.

Then there was the scene with Carla in 4x13(Or was it 11? I don’t remember which episode someone correct me if I’m wrong) where she asks if Eddie’s following his heart then he looks at ana with Chris and when he looks away his face falls. Those were hints that something is different. Like I watched those scenes and was like “hmm...could this be? Am I just over analyzing?”.

But for me there was an obvious shift in Eddie during 4x14. The hospital scene happened and my first thoughts were “holy shit Eddie knows”. I never expected him to be the one pining but it makes sense. Maybe buck did realize earlier but didn’t think he had a chance so just kinda didn’t let himself go there. I think there’s a big possibility he could be completely oblivious to Eddie’s feelings. Buck doesn’t think very highly of himself and Eddie is trying to change his mindset by saying “look. I trust YOU with my son. My everything. You mean so much more than you think”. By entrusting Chris with Buck, Eddie is letting him (and us the audience) know that Buck is his family. Chris and Buck are the two most important people in the world to Eddie. More important than his parents, than his immediate family, than every single other member of his blood family, than every single member of his found family (even Bobby who is a father figure now), than Carla (who already watches Chris so he trusts her right?), and more important than his girlfriend. Before Buck walks in Eddie is sitting on the bed looking lost in thought. He’s thinking about Buck and how he needs to tell him. Needs to show him how important he is to Eddie. I really think Eddie knows and has accepted his feelings for buck are way more than bro-y platonic love.

Then buck gets a gf and Eddie still hasn’t broken up with his (but I don’t think that’s lasting any longer if they already haven’t broken up off screen or in a flashback). So we have Buck finally dating someone and Eddie being single and ready to make Buck a more permanent romantic member of his little family but not being able to do so because Buck’s happiness is the more important to Eddie than his own (he always puts others feelings before his own). Cue pining Eddie loving Buck but refusing to get in the way of what he thinks buck wants.

[movisual]

Hey y'all I'd like to tell you how absolutely cool my friend is, let's call her J. So, J is the type of person who knows everyone and anyone. If I asked a kid 2 years below me, "Do you know J?" He'd most likely shake his head yes. J thrives on a crowd, on talking to people, on making jokes and being the life of the party. Here are some examples.

J is in my spanish class. J, along with the rest of us, learned about a tradition in Spain during christmas that has to do with hitting a log. J proceeded to bring in presents for every kid in our class the next day, hand picked and wrapped, so we could all participate in this tradition. I got gay pins :)

J got a piece of line paper and titled it "AP Boob Theory" and went around to kids in the halls and in her classes asking people to sign her petition to get a class called AP Boob Theory. She said we'd learn Jiggle Physics.

J took a discarded book from the library today; it was on Eddie Murphy. Then she asked tons of kids to sign her book of Ediie Murphy. For what reason, I cannot say.

I love her she's so so so fun and I absolutely think she will be successful one day.

[blogforhoes]

Imagine Venom convincing Eddie to finally confess his love for you

Eddie has been in love with (Y/N) for God knows how long, and Venom was getting annoyed with it. He kept telling Eddie just to grow some balls and tell him how he feels already.

"Shut up Venom. I'll tell (Y/N) when I feel ready to." Eddie rubbed his temples trying to shut out the voice in his head.

"Come on Ed's. Tell her how you feel already. Stop being such a pussy and just confess."

"Fine. Will you stop nagging me about it then?"

"I don't know, it depends. Will I get to have some fun with (Y/N) myself?"

"Shut up. She won't want that. She'll leave me if she found out about you." Eddie sighed and grabbed his phone. "I'm gonna call her and tell her to meet me by the bridge."

"Romantic." Venom chuckled and made his head appear in front of him. "Don't screw this up Eddie."

"Yea...okay." Ediie rolled his eyes at his alter ego and called (Y/N).

"Hey Ed. What's up?" She smiled when she noticed that Ed aas along her. "Everything okay?"

"Yea. Everything's fine. Nothing is wrong." Eddie said, with a nervous tone in his voice.

"Shut up and just ask her the damn question already, you idiot!" Venom yelled.

"I will. Relax...god." Ed mumbled.

"Who are you talking to, Eddie?" She asked.

"No one. Um, I was wondering if you'd like to meet me at the bride in an hour. I have something important to talk to you about."

"Sure. I'm free. I'll meet you there in an hour then?"

"Yea. See you then." Eddie hung up his phone and let out a deep breath. "Well, I can't screw this up now."

"You can do it Ed's. Make sure you hold her and tell her how you feel. Maybe I can show up and give her a kiss?" Venom smirked, his pointed teeth showing more and more.

"If you show up tonight, I swear I will fucking kill you."

"I'd like to see you try Ed's. Now come on. (Y/N) is waiting for us."

~An hour later at the Golden Gate Bridge~

(Y/N) was waiting by the bridge, looking around for Ed. She was rocking on her feet back and forth, thinking that Eddie may have forgotten about their meet up. Then, she heard a voice behind her and turned around to see Eddie.

"Hey. Sorry, I was running a bit behind. I'm here now."

"Oh, you had me worried there for a sec. I thought that you had forgotten about me."

"Nah." Eddie said and looked her. "Anyways...I brought you her because I need to tell you something."

"Take her hands in yours, Eddie. Hold her in your arms or something. Tell her how beautiful she is." Venom said to him.

Eddie shook his head, but of course Venom, being the asshole he is, made Eddie move closer to (Y/N) and wrap his arms around her and pulled her closer to his chest.

"Whoa..." (Y/N) said, blushing.

"Um...(Y/N). I wanted to tell you that I uh...that I...I'm in...that I..."

"Are you fucking serious, Eddie? You idiot! I'll do it myself." Venom was getting annoyed and cussed Eddie to move closer to (Y/N)'s and kiss her.

Her eyes widened and she was hesitant as first, but she kissed him back after a few seconds.

"You're welcome, Eddie." Venom chuckled and let Eddie do the rest of the work...for now.

Eddie was shocked at what Venom did, but once he noticed that (Y/N) was not pulling away, he continued to kiss her gently, his arms still wrapped around her waist. He pulled away after a bit and looked into her eyes.

"You know Eddie, I'm not gonna lie when I say that I've been waiting for that ever since we met eachother." She said, smiling up at him.

"Really? I didn't think you'd be interested in a guy like me."

"Are you kidding. You're so attractive and I do not know how you are still single. Now, maybe you and I can keep kissing one another...if you don't mind?"

"We don't." Venom said and made Eddie begin to kiss her once more, but this time, with a twist of his own. He was in control now. Venom wanted to get in on this action, and he was not going to let Eddie stop him.

(Y/N) was so caught in the moment, that she didn't really notice that Eddie was currently turning into a completely different...being? She then started to notice that Eddie's tounge was longer and had a different texture that a usual normal human tongue has. Her eyes opened and once she saw who was kissing her, she immediately pulled away from them.

"What the-?!" She looked at the alien-looking creature. "Who the fuck are you?"

"We...my sweet...are Venom."

"We?" She asked, and with that Venom opened up half of his face to reveal Eddie, who had a slight smirk on his face. Once Venom closed his face back up, he smirked and wrapped one of his long arms around (Y/N)'s waist.

"You don't scare me." She said, a hint of fear in her voice. "I love Eddie and you can't change that. If I have to love the both of you, then so be it."

"I like her, Eddie. I like her alot." Venom smirked and leaned in closer towards (Y/N)'s face. "You...(Y/N)...are mine now. You belong to Eddie and I." His tongue moved out of his mouth, and licked along her face. "Mmm...soft skin. Sweet."

She wasn't scared of Venom, he was Eddie, just different. (Y/N) would not let her fear get the best of her, so she knew that she would have to get used to Venom. Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen.

"Now, how about you and I have some fun?" Venom snickered and began to kiss her, his tongue roaming around her mouth.

(Y/N) had to admit it, kissing Venom wasn't as bad as it looked. Maybe she could get used to Eddie's alter ego.

(My first one-shot!!! Hope you all enjoy!!! Please follow for more Venom!!! Request some headcannons and I will most likely post a prompt list that you guys can request for. Request for one shot ideas for Venom or my other fandoms that I have. Love you guys!!!)

[redimeido]

hi, this is edi!

just wanted to drop a few words for anyone who's visiting this blog;

i will only write for boothill from honkai star rail

english is not my first language so, i have limited vocabulary and still trying to learn everyday

this blog is made for dumping all of my writings and ideas, serving purpose as a draft for me. there could be an unfinished works because i lost motivation, ideas or etc but still decided to post the writings because i like it

do i plan to open a request? maybe, if you have something you want to discuss about any boothill related stuff like headcanons, prompts, etc. feel free to drop anytime in the ask box!

thank you<3

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 4/27 (2.5k words)

->start at chapter 1<-

<- Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 ->

Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst

A/N: This chapter has some very sexy angst. Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "#1 Crush" by Garbage. Previous chapter links up above.

AO3 Link

Chapter 4 - I will burn for you, feel pain for you. I will twist a knife and bleed my aching heart

You behave. For almost a week. If not for your own sake, then for your table's. Because Threl's words really stuck with you and you find yourself regarding all of them with a new appreciation. You even say thank you to Edii a few times when he routinely passes you something. The first few times he looks bewildered, but then he starts giving you a nod of acknowledgement afterwards. He also starts looking up when people talk, like he's paying attention. It's easier to include him in conversation now, to look at him when you talk, even if he is still quiet and doesn't respond.

Your hand is also healing, your table falls into an easy routine, and Taybus has finally given up trying to irritate non-existent details out of you about a potential boyfriend. Though you notice him spying on you when he thinks you aren't looking, like you might slip up and reveal you're having a passionate love affair with someone. You pretend to be as boring as possible just to annoy him and are pleased when it works.

Yeah, pretend.

But you think getting in trouble is an inevitability at this point. Because you know opening your mouth certainly is. If there's one thing you can always count on, it's the unreliability of your brain to kick in before you open your mouth.

It happens when you're fighting with a part. The pin on the joint gets jammed, which happens pretty often, but this one is stiff and won't move, and you're getting irritated. As you're struggling to wedge it in, Kino appears at your side to watch.

"Twist it, sometimes that loosens it." He instructs.

"I know." You try twisting it again, and it's so close. You can feel it shifting, but it won't clear enough to slip the joint cylinder in.

Kino moves a little closer to look over your shoulder, and his presence is distracting. You're trying to focus on the task, but it's impossible to focus when he's right there. When you can feel him at your side. Along your shoulder. His breath on your neck.

"You have to twist from an angle—"

"I know what I'm doing!" You snap at him. He tenses beside you and Alis warily looks up at you from the other side of the joint.

You regret it immediately. You were just so overwhelmed.

"I'm sor—"

"Hall. Now." He steps to the side so you can pass, and you stand there perplexed for a moment because this is new. Why does he want you to go to the hallway to get yelled at? When you aren't moving fast enough, he barks out, "Now!" causing you to jump.

You give your table one last nervous look before scurrying towards said hallway. You notice Sorrek appears distressed and is speaking quickly to Threl, who in turn is shrugging and shaking his head. The rest watch you go with apprehension. Except Edii. Edii doesn't seem to care what's happening. If only you could be more like Edii.

You can hear Kino behind you. The hard, angry fall of his bare feet on the hall floor and the swoosh of his uniform as he moves. You can also feel his eyes sweeping across your back like a physical caress, and your neck both tingles and bristles. You stop halfway down the hall, but he simply points to the large alcove that holds the bathrooms and extra water tubes for breaks instead. You take a steady breath to prepare yourself and then reluctantly step into it. Around the corner, you can no longer see out into the open floor. Which means no one can see you. There's a pit of dread in your stomach.

"Kino, what am I—"

Before you can finish your sentence, he seizes you by the jaw. His fingers are like a vice on either side of your face and they dig into your cheeks, just on the threshold of pain. You don't have the time or mental capacity to react because he's glaring at you, and it's the most enraged you've ever seen him. Then he slowly draws you closer while your heart rate skyrockets, and it's mortifying to know he can probably feel it.

"What did I say about talking back to me?" His words curl dangerously around your face. Not just his breath, but his warmth as well. And to your horror, your body is responding with enthusiasm. Your lips part, your eyes become lidded with arousal, your back arches just enough that your breasts lightly brush his chest, and a nearly inaudible whine escapes your throat. He quite literally has you in the palm of his hand, completely at the mercy of his touch.

You're already panting and squirming when you respond, "To never do it again."

"That's right." His gruff voice is low, almost a purr. "You didn't listen, did you?"

"No," you whimper. "I'm sorry."

"Are you going to behave?" In his proximity, his nose brushes against yours and you desperately need him to do something. Scream, choke, push, kiss, something because your body is on fire and you burn. You need.

But it's Kino, you tell yourself. The man that hates you. That man that has embarrassed you and yelled at you. How could you want Kino Loy? But your traitorous body and mind won't listen because it's Kino. The man that leaves you undone and bewildered with a single touch. And with his hand on your jaw, you finally realize what has been burrowing and growing inside of you for some time now: you want him.

"Yes, Kino." It comes out as a sob and a plea. You squeeze your thighs together, seeking any pressure to bring relief to the wetness between your legs. Then you silently pray to any God listening that it looks as though you're just ashamed at being in trouble again and he has no idea you're so fucking aroused by what he's doing. By him. You can't imagine how disgusted he would be if he knew. How angry.

"Good." He murmurs against your mouth. If you flicked your tongue out to lick your lips, you know you'd graze his lips as well, and the thought has you feeling horrified and even more turned on.

You're also furious.

You were content to go on working and getting yelled at, oblivious to and irritated by this man. Now that glass is completely shattered. You'll never be able to go back to your life before or be unaware of him again. You'll never be able to look at him and not think about his hand gripping your face or him pressing you against the wall in anger. You'll never not want him, and now you have to fucking suffer alone and in silence. It's bad enough that you're forced into labor in prison, but you have to add yearning for someone that hates you on top of that? It's not fucking fair.

Then you think about all of your interactions and everything he's said to you, and it occurs to you why he's doing this: He knows. He knows he knows he knows he knows—and he's doing this on purpose to punish you. Because he hates you. He doesn't want you back, he's trying to break you.

This is hell.

"Can I go now?" Your voice cracks in anguish, but you can't bring yourself to care. This has been humiliating and you just want to cry. But not in front of him.

He releases you immediately, and you stumble for balance because you aren't expecting him to just let you go. You quickly take a step back, groping for the wall, trying to put distance between you like a scared animal. You can't handle being close to him anymore. He watches you impassively, like this meant less than nothing to him, and that hurts even more. With a sniffle, you draw yourself up with as much dignity as you can muster.

"I'll be quiet. I'm sorry." Then you turn around and walk back up the hall without waiting for a response, all while fighting the urge to run.

When you head back onto the floor, you know your face is red, your shoulders have hunched with every step like you're trying to make yourself as small as possible, and there are tears in your eyes because it's becoming harder to fight them off. Especially as everyone watches you walk by. You also know they'll think you just got your ass chewed so hard that you cried, so they won't even bother to consider the truth of what just happened. Of how fractured you truly are.

Your table looks at you with sympathy and apprehension when you step into your spot, but you don't meet their eyes. You can't. It'll be too much. You expect Threl or Sorrek to speak first, but it's Edii that puts his hand on your shoulder, which is a surprise to everyone.

"You are okay?" You turn to him in shock. He still doesn't look particularly concerned, but you just know that's what this is. Edii does like you. And apparently it's also the last straw because your face breaks and the tears finally fall with a choked cry.

"No," you sob. You pick up the wrench and wipe your nose on your sleeve. "Let's just get back to work."

Edii gives you an awkward arm rub like the one he's seen Sorrek do many times before to comfort someone, and the gesture is oddly calming. You finally get the nerve to glance around at everyone else, and it's about what you expected. Taybus looks uncomfortable, Alis and Jevid look worried, Threl looks more worried, and Sorrek's eyes are watery. They're all still staring at you. Edii is the only one back to tightening a bolt.

"Please. Can we please just work?" You beg them quietly.

One by one, they return to what they're doing, albeit reluctantly. You assume Kino has come back into the room at some point, but you refuse to look up or glance around. So you keep your head down the rest of the shift and continue fighting tears of humiliation for the next several hours.

After your shift, Threl gets in line behind you at the very back. You'd been trying to hide behind Edii, who is usually last since table 7 is at the end, to make yourself as unassuming as possible. Apparently it hadn't worked. You do your best to ignore him because you know what's about to happen, and you'd rather not.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks softly.

"No," you say without turning around.

"Please tell me you'll at least be okay."

You whip around to look up into his face, and give him a vacant stare. "No."

"Damn." His warm face falls from concerned to somber. "What happened?"

"He really hates me, Threl," is all you can say because you don't know how to explain what happened. How you liked it and how it broke your heart at the same time.

His brows knit together in confusion. "No he doesn't."

"Yes he does." Your voice breaks slightly and you press your lips together to keep from crying again. You know he wants to pull you into a hug, but he doesn't. You're not supposed to touch in line up.

"Listen, I don't know what went on between you today, but based on everything I've seen and every conversation I've had with him, I really don't think that's true."

You open your mouth to protest, but you can see Kino coming in from the work floor after closing the shift, and you quickly avert your eyes to the ground. Threl turns to look and you can tell he's gesturing and trying to be subtle about it. You can't imagine the exchange of glances that happens between the two of them, or what silent conversation they have just beyond your awareness, but neither man says anything and Kino doesn't stop.

Once he's passed, you look up at Threl with fresh tears. "He hates me." Your voice is so small and you feel so vulnerable and you hate it. You hate it, but you can't help it because you trust this man to be kind and you're so broken right now. "Why does he hate me?"

Threl must see something on your face or hear what it is you're actually saying because his jaw drops and his eyes widen in understanding. "Oh." He breaks the rules and puts a hand on your shoulder. "He's why you asked about…"

You nod, finally ready to admit it to yourself. "I'm such a fucking idiot."

"You're not an idiot." He looks around and lowers his voice. "Maybe you have a weird way of becoming attracted to someone, but you're not an idiot. And I know that man, trust me, he doesn't hate you. He's…" He trails off helplessly because he doesn't know what else to say.

You don't say anything more because Threl didn't see. Not like you did. He doesn't have the context. And you wonder if he might change his mind on the idiot thing if he did.

For the next week, you barely speak or smile. You work, you shower, you push your food around on your plate, and you curl up in your cot with your back to your cell opening.

Sometimes you can feel Sorrek watching you. You can sense how much he wants to do something to help other than give you a hug when no one's looking and tell you that you can talk to him. Which you appreciate, but you don't think he'll understand this. At least not without combusting from embarrassment. Besides, who wants to talk to their surrogate dad about how badly they still want to fuck their boss, even though he hates them? Instead, you want to turn and comfort him. To tell him you'll be okay, but you also don't want to lie to him because you're fucking miserable.

You've avoided Kino as much as you possibly can, which is not easy to do in such a small space. At least keeping your mouth shut hasn't given him any reason to interact with you. Right now you're really hoping that with time and distance, you'll finally forget what it feels like to have his hand on your jaw or have his nose brush gently against yours. To know how easy it would have been to tilt your head and capture his mouth. The thought fills you with arousal and humiliation, and you aren't positive the humiliation doesn't also fill you with arousal.

And you hate yourself for it. You want to hate him, too, for making you feel this way. For treating you like shit just to get you to do what he wants. To punish you. But you can't, and how pathetic is that? Instead you just stroke your jaw and weep quietly into the evening.

[A/N: For this chapter I was inspired by these two pictures. Because my bisexual ass saw the opportunity to combine my massive crushes on Gwendoline Christie and Andy Serkis and I took it. And I regret nothing!]

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911, S2 E7: Haunted!

- BUCK NARRATION????

- McFucking WHAT, IS THAT A FUCKING ZOMBIE????

- ah, the episode title is Haunted, understood

- I really don't think heavy machinery is the solution to Not crushing someone but okay lol

- for being in LA, I feel like other languages should be relevant more often

- okay it's a Closed trail, that's why they don't have any closer units

- I swear they've gotten a copter on less before, kinda surprised they didn't have one out there already

- thanks 911 for commiting to this ghosts bit. Doesn't really seem to fit the shows vibe?? But it's fun

- fucking obsessed with Athena just jumping on this. I've decided it's because Buck is secretly her favorite (besides her bestie and bf obvie)

- look at Ediie all spiffed up and checking out a school for Chris 😊

- OH SHIT WHAT???? EDDIE YOU GOTRA DIVORCE HER ASS OR SOMETHING AAAA

- the chick in this haunted maze couple is Adorable

- lol I don't think rabies kicks in that quickly

- OOF 2018 AND DO I HAVE TO NAME THE PRESIDENT JOKES, OUCH

- Athena adopting the siblings is my Fav Thing

- ARE YOU SHITTING ME THE CALL SEEMS ACTUALLY HAUNTED THIS IS SO FUNNY

- dang it Buck, Please Move In With Eddie

- dang now I want Chinese take out

- hahaha now the siblings are going to talk around how Eddie needs to move on

- really concerned about how this chat with Eddie's wife (still wild) is going to go

- also it's definitely bullshit that they need to do a family interview and assumed a wife situation

- like okay. She made some points but also?? Why wouldn't she divorce him or even NOT GET WITH HIM if the military service was a problem??

- EDDIE'S COSTUME HELP 😂😂😂🤣

- Christopher's costume 🥺😍💜

- that horse Clearly needs more training lol

- love that summary of how horses are super fucked up

- okay now I'm mad at this show cause I fucking hate horses and this horse boy is making me feel things I fucking hate this AAAAAAA

- why is no one stopping this kid from coming through a police/fire barrier surrounding a dead/dying animal???

- all love to Athena, ma'am why would you deliver this news Halloween night

- oh geez she just seems like. Kinda ablest? Well intended but shitty? Very like. Parent of an autistic child stereotype

- YALL WHY ARE YOU KISSING YOU HAVE YEARS OF BAGGAGE YOU NEED TO UNPACK

- Buck pacing with a tea bag brewing in his mug is Adorable

- please don't remind me about NHS

- okay I still hate narration summarizing episode lessons and themes as both opening and ending. It just gives like. He-Man and South Park vibes, idk. But having it be Buck and it be what he wrote in this letter? That's a lot better for me than usual

- Buck owns like. Nothing. He fully lives like a college student. Bro please get an apartment, Eddie makes enough to raise and shelter a whole child. You must make enough for a one bedroom apartment.

- EDIT CAUSE I FORGOT WE DIDNT GET ANY GOOD ANSWER TO THE GHOST CALL SO I GUESS GHOST CALL IS JUST CANON NOW

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ECE Best Students and Faculty Activities from April-June 2023

During the period from April to June 2023, the Department of Electronics and Communication Engineering (ECE) at K.Ramakrishnan College of Technology (KRCT) actively engaged in numerous student development activities. Additionally, from engaging campus events to insightful talks, participations in competitions, and innovative initiatives, the department witnessed productive quarterly events. Furthermore, these activities showcased the dedication and enthusiasm of students and faculty, underscoring their commitment to their academic and professional growth.

Electronics and Communication Engineering: April to June 2023 Quarterly Events Conducted

Campus Activities

Mr. S. Dhaneeshwar and Mr. S. Arun Kumar conducted Peer learning classes for IV/ECE for the students of III/ECE.

Subsequently, the III ECE students were recognized for their achievements as they received certificates in the TN Skills Programme on May 6, 2023.

Further, on May 9, 2023, an awareness program titled "MANJAPPAI" was organized by KRGI and the Tamil Nadu Pollution Control Board. Students and faculty members from the ECE department actively participated in the event.

On May 13, 2023, a peer learning session on "Business Canvas Modelling" was conducted by Ms. J. Jodeena along with Pushpa and Mr. A. Keerthivasan from II/ECE.

Also, Mrs.Shanthi, a yoga trainer, conducted a yoga session for the students of III/ECE on May 25, 2023.

Additionally, the ECE students actively engaged in startup activities and were registered as incubatees with EDII-ABIRF, signing a Memorandum of Understanding (MoU) on June 6, 2023.

Insightful Talks at Electronics and Communication Engineering Department

Nonetheless, Mr.K.Saravanan, Deputy Chief Operating Officer, delivered a motivational talk to the students of III/ECE on May 26, 2023.

Participations/Innovations

Firstly, the III/ECE students took part in TECH-HACKATHON-2023 at CARE College of Engineering from March 31 to April 1, 2023.

Also, the ECE students actively participated in DAKSH 2.0, the international techno-management festival at SASTRA University on April 8, 2023.

The III ECE students actively participated and presented their projects at ONE API DAKSH 2.0 hosted at SASTRA University, Tanjore.

Ms. A. Revathi of II/ECE secured the first place in the technical symposium organized by MAM College of Engineering and Technology.

The ECE students visited Anna University BIT Campus for an incubator program on April 27, 2023.

Additionally, students of ECE visited Anna university BIT campus -idea discussion at EDII-BIT campus on 04.05.2023

Further, on May 12, 2023, students from the ECE department visited the AU Incubation Centre to develop their BMC (Business Model Canvas) and revenue generation models for their proposed ideas.

Moreover, Mr.D.Chetan kumar of III/ECE and J.Joodena Puspha, A.Keerthivasan and Dharshini of II/ECE has presented ideas in Al BIT campus and signed MoU for incubation on 06.06.2023

Mr. A. Vanthiyadevan, Mr. R. Prasanna, and Mr. Thevanand attended a 5-day workshop sponsored by IIT Hyderabad and TIHAN at NIT Trichy on June 15, 2023.

On June 15, 2023, Mr. Keerthivasan from II/ECE pitched his idea to investors in Madurai, as part of an event organized by TN Startups.

Ms. Geerthana received the Topper Cash Award for her performance in NPTEL.

Seminars

A SERB-sponsored national-level seminar titled "Artificial Intelligence-based Image Processing Implementation with VLSI" was conducted on May 22 and May 23, 2023.

Faculty Activities

The Department of ECE, in collaboration with coreEL Technologies from Bangalore, organized a faculty skill training program on VLSI Design using Xilinx Vivado and Mentor Graphics on June 13 and June 15, 2023.

To Conclude

Finally, as we reflect on the events and achievements April to June 2023, it is evident that the Department of Electronics and Communication Engineering (ECE) at KRCT has maintained a steadfast pursuit of academic and professional excellence. Moreover, through countless activities, seminars, participations, and skill-building initiatives, students and faculty alike have demonstrated their passion, creativity, and commitment to advancing knowledge and skills in the field.

https://krct.ac.in/blog/2024/05/27/ece-best-students-and-faculty-activities-from-april-june-2023/

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What’s the Best Time to Buy Property in Lucknow?

Lucknow is the eleventh most populous city of India with a population of approx 28 lacs. It is the capital of the most populous Indian state, Uttar Pradesh. Everyone in Uttar Pradesh, especially in the Central and Eastern part of it, wish to have a house in Lucknow. The reason is not difficult to find. Lucknow is a beautiful city with excellent academic and health care facilities. It is known for some of the best schools like La Martinier, Colvin Taluqdar’s and City Montessori. It also boasts of an IIM, a Medical college and several Engineering colleges apart from a well reputed Lucknow University. A number of private universities have also set up their campuses here in the last few years. 

And why not? Let’s look at some data. Currently, only 40% of the population in UP is Urban and it is predicted that by 2031, almost 70% of the population in UP will be urbanized. No wonder then that the most developed urban centers like Lucknow will grow the fastest and as they grow there will be a huge demand for housing. This considered with the fact that Lucknow is ranked sixth in a list of the ten fastest-growing job-creating cities in India according to a study conducted by Assocham Placement Pattern. Considering the substantial growth industry has shown in Lucknow, business promoting institutions like CII and EDII have set up their service centers in the city.

The NHB (National Housing Board) Residex, that tracks housing prices across urban centers in India, places Lucknow right at the top among all North Indian cities for the last 2 years. This is true for both constructed as well as under-construction properties. This is also borne out by the fact that most of the large developers from Delhi have setup residential projects in the city. Lucknow has also been an early adopter of large housing projects developed by private builders. Another advantage that Lucknow has is that it keeps expanding in all 4 directions radially, opening up new spaces for housing, while keeping all these places also not too distant from the city center. However, with differential civic developments, some localities have seen a much better appreciation than others. Areas around Shaheed path (Gomti Nagar extension), Ashiana and Kanpur road have seen the maximum activity both from real estate developers as well as buyers. Some of the developments have also been theme-based, like the one by Paarth on Kanpur road which has an international standard cricket stadium. In fact, while talking of cricket, it is worth noting that the new international cricket stadium is witnessing a lot of cricketing activity with this being the base stadium for Afghanistan’s international cricket team. Paarth also has a well-designed project next to this cricket stadium.

While the economy has done good in Luckow, the civic amenities have also seen rapid progress in the town. Lucknow has always been known for its etiquette and literary and cultural activities. The state and city administration has also implemented a smart sewage system. The new smart traffic management system and a project to upgrade the city lighting to LED lights have brought in the modern outlook to the city. The Lucknow Modern Police Control Room (abbreviated as MCR) is India’s biggest Dial 100 service center and has been the necessary support for people to feel safe. Is it then a wonder that anyone you meet around either owns property or plans to own one here. The personnel who have been posted here in various government or private jobs have preferred to make this city their home. One can safely argue basis these factors that for years to come, Lucknow will continue to be one of the fastest appreciating housing markets in India.

One advantage, which one can use currently in the residential real estate market in Lucknow is the availability of affordable houses. The city generally prefers a 2 or a 3 BHK apartment. A good 2 BHK apartment in lucknow can be had art a good location for approx 40 lacs, while a luxury 3 BHK flats in lucknow is available at around 65 lacs. Now, any other city which offers the equivalent civic amenities and facilities to its dwellers with the kind of economic opportunities will not see a 3 BHK flat in a good location for less than a crore. We should not be surprised if this market also started moving very fast towards that kind of price. The reason why the prices have stagnated a bit has been sentimental in nature and the moment it turns to positive, the prices are expected to zoom. In fact, visiting some of the projects on the shaheed path makes one see the green shoots of turn around in the residential real estate market very clearly. All the projects have been reporting higher than normal customer inquiries and sales. Even the secondary market property brokers are very upbeat.

There are also a few external factors which favor a property buyer in Lucknow immensely. The housing loan interest rates are near bottom and governments are clearly bent to ensure proper safety of buyer investments. UP RERA has been one of the most active bodies and it is based in Lucknow. The strong investor groups and affinity of the most transactions to white money results in it being one of the most professional property markets in north India. The influx of new-age businesses is also ensuring young professionals taking fatter pay-cheques home. This supported by the fact that most households in Lucknow have both the partners earning money, resulting in a high disposable income market. The cost of living, on the other hand, is low compared to other cities of similar size and therefore leaves a good investible surplus with families. This buffeted by a strong investor community of traditional business owners makes Lucknow an ideal candidate to seek fast and long term returns growth. With other avenues of investment rather sluggish, it will be prudent to use this as a great opportunity for wealth creation and appreciation. Therefore, the property investment at this time in Lucknow is a decision that just can’t go wrong. If you are looking for a flat to make it your long term home, the available choices will shrink over time. On the other hand, if investment appreciation is your desire, a property in gomti nagar extension Lucknow is probably the best decision one can take at this time.

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