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shomixremix · 3 months

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HERDING THE CATTLE ♥︎

i saw something about this prompt on here like two years ago and it's been stuck in my head ever since ♡︎

tags: Arataki Itto, afab! reader, cow hybrid! reader, smut, fluff, marking, mating, rough sex, petnames, cowgirl, breeding, creampie

-> you are a small cow hybrid auctioned off to a slaughterhouse since you couldn't produce enough milk and were never calm. the arataki gang saved you, and your new master - the one and oni Arataki Itto - knows just how to keep you in check.

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"Ahh!! Itto! Itto-ooh! Mh! I-Itto!"

You whined as the Oni bounced you on his cock like you were weightless, watching in amusement as you cried in overstimulation. What was this, your ninth, tenth time cumming? You lost count. Itto never let you rest, not even for a second, bouncing you on his lap through every orgasm.

"Aww, you'r' so cute, love bug... Such a cute little cow, ain't ya'? Don't cry now, sweets, this is what ya' wanted, yeah? Only way I can tire you out, baby~"

Your master cooed, teasing you about being so restless. Oh, how you wished you could take everything back! No, you weren't bursting with energy like you said earlier, no, you couldn't go on forever - your legs were practically jelly at this point, your limp body completely at mercy to Itto.

He used you like a cocksleeve, dragged on his dick whenever he wanted and for however long he wanted - and you loved it. Life was good in the Arataki gang: you always had food, a place to sleep and protection provided to you, at all times. You also had a very tall, very strong and very handsome demon filling you up and breeding you almost daily, making sure your cushy womb was never empty.

The space where you connected was a mess. A glorious mess of both your and his juices seeping out of your hole, being fucked back in each time Itto would trust back. Just as every other day, your gummy walls pulsed around his length, making him shoot yet another load inside you.

"Fuck, baby... Makin' me lose my mind and shit..... So good.... Give me a little taste of that milk, will ya'?"

His large palms left your hips, greedily grabbing at the fat flesh of your boobs. As soon as he squeezed down just a tiny bit, a small stream of milk burst out, hitting Itto in the face. You were instantly mortified. Itto was your master, he saved you from certain death, and now you embarass him like this-

"I'm s-sorry Itto-! So sorry! Didn't mean to, I r-really didn't mean to!"

Instead of scolding you like you were sure any other owner would, the Oni burst out laughing. His laugh was like a roar, shaking his entire body - and with him, you as well.

"Hah, those jerks at the farm jus' didn't know how to milk ya', sweets, 'cause you look full of milk to me!"

It was true - even though you were sold to a slaughterhouse for failing to produce milk, you started leaking like crazy the moment Itto took you as his. That vet back at the farm you grow up on always said that you'd start producing milk if they paired you with a bull, and what better bull than a large, demon one?

Their loss, anyway. Now, all your milk belonged to Itto and his warm mouth, and not to some sketchy farmers who were only interested in selling it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his sharp fangs on your nips, greedily sucking at the flesh and gulping down the sweet drink. His dick twitched inside you as he continued feasting, your own arms tightening around his head to pull him closer.

The second he detached himself from your chest he thrust out harshly, in the process accidentally completely pushing you from his lap. Even though Itto was mighty and strong, he wasn't exactly the sharpest. There was a slight possibility that he was so occupied with whatever he was doing that he forgot you were on him.

You watched as he stood up, leaving you sitting on your knees on the ground. The Oni spit a bit of your milk on his palm, then using that same hand to roughly jerk his cock. It was more than obvious that milk was one of his kinks.

Oh, but why would he jerk off with milk as lube when you were right there...? On your knees, right next to him, ready and waiting and... Oh, Archons, were you not enough for him anymore..?

When Itto first saved you, the deal was that you'd stay in the Arataki gang until they found you a new home. However, Itto insisted they keep you, even proclaimed you as his own "pretty girl that no one can touch!" He kept you all to himself, fell asleep with you in his arms at night, brought you any awesome flowers he found, even took you on good, honest dates when he'd get a little Mora! He even acted on his demon urges and sunk his fangs into your neck, mating you!

But what if he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with a little, useless cow? What if that wasn't even enough for his sexual urges any more..?

"I-Itto..." You cry, big tears pooling up in the corners of even bigger eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

At the mention of his name the Oni turns to you, shocked to see you crying.

"Hey, hey, hey! Baby, what's wrong?!"

"Need you.... P-please..."

Not another word needed to be said. Itto immediately reacted, grabbing your soft, much smaller body and seating it once again on his lap, entering you in one swift trust until his tip was snuggly kissing your cervix.

"Shhh, sweets... Let your Oni take care of ya', hm? No need to cry! I thought you couldn't go on, love bug, that's why I stopped! But you really are a restless one, huh, calfie?"

You smiled warmely at the nickname as your head went fuzzy. You laid your pretty head on Arataki's chest - like always - and let him have complete control of how he fucks you.

Each one of his thrust was faster and more brutal than the last. Your pussy was already crying out, threatening to cum just from the first few thrusts. Itto noticed, pinching your puffy clit between his claws and rolling it around.

"OH, ITTO!" You scream in ecstasy, riding your high.

Your master wasn't going to be able to last much longer. With you bouncing on his cock the way you were and how your sweet little cunt was so tight that it was milking him dry, Itto lasted only a couple more thrusts.

"Hah... Haaah... Fuck, love bug... Really wanna milk me too, don't ya'? Ahh... Mmm.. Gonna breed you.. Hah... Gonna breed ya' so good, sweets.. You'll be all nice and full, and you'll get pregnant with my calfs, yeah? Put all that milk to good use, hm? Yeah, yeah!"

He started cumming as well, shooting rope after rope after rope of his sweet release inside you. You were filled to the rim, juices leaking out of your satisfied hole. Arataki didn't let any of it go to waste, his fingertips catching whatever's left and pushing it in.

As soon as you were filled, your hands reached for him, seeking comfort in his warm arms. Itto obliged instantly, carrying you like you were weightless, to the nearby camp they set up. Your master entered his tent, the biggest of the bunch, wrapping your body in a soft blanket and once again settling you in his arms.

"There ya' go, love bug. Comfy?" You nodded, which made Itto break out in a toothy grin. "Well, of course it is! The great numero uno Itto is at your service, baby, of course everything is awesome!"

You chuckled at the way he tooted his own horn, kissing his cheek and hiding your face in his large neck and shoulder.

"G'night, Itto.. Thank you..."

The Oni found your actions adorable, cooing at you: "Awww, sweets, no need to thank me! You know I always gocha. Thank you for being so good f' me, yeah? You're such a good, pretty little cow... I don't know how I got so lucky!"

He pressed a loving kiss on your forehead, caressing your legs with his large palm.

"G'night, baby.."

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we-are-maladaptive · 1 year

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Breeding ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧ Stock

Shouto Todoroki x Cowgirl!Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

CONTENTS: smut, breeding (duh), pussy pounding (teehee), hybrids, talks of past abuse, lactation kink, shouto is like in his late 20, early 30s, loss of virginity, master/pet dynamics, oral (f reciev.) Word Count: 2.7k (Proofread! :D)

It seems like people like you are not so lucky as humans. Humans get to do whatever they want, whenever they want, and it’s not fair. Being strapped in a cage all day long.. waiting for someone to take you home n’ milk you dry, maybe breed you.

Breed... you hated that word. You just wanted a life where you could be free, and not have to worry about being someone’s pet. Unfortunately for you, you were one of the best stocks in the farm. The freshest of milk, and the prettiest of faces. This meant that you were being dragged for display almost every time a rich, old buyer came around, flaunting your pretty tits and perky nipples through the thin fabric of your white dress. Praying that the price tag clipped to your ear will be enough to drive them away... sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes the buyers will get a little too close, so when they get a bite on the finger or arm and they scurry away, a few lashes at your behind is better than staying with those creeps.

One day, though, another rich man comes inside... he’s a handsome man, and looks way more decent then the crooks that usually come in the store. You hear one of the clerks scurry in his direction-

..”Oh my! Hello good sir! What are you in for today?”

“I’m here to purchase a cow.”

“Oh! I see. Is there any type you are interested in?”

“...Your best cow.”

A pair of heavy footsteps were walking to your cage, but you didn’t pay any mind to it, too engrossed in your own thoughts. You were always so shaky during a time like this, what if the price, or a bite on the arm, isn’t enough to drive them away? You can’t stay here forever...

“I’ll take her.”

Your head perked up immediately.

“O-oh! Are you sure you want to buy her? You haven’t even touched her ye-”

“I said I’ll take her. Do I need to repeat myself again?”

“Of course not sure! The price is 300,000 yen. She’s of high value.”

You looked the man in the eyes, his gaze softened when he met your eyes, maybe because they were currently filled with fear.

His eyes met the clerk again.

“...Seems fair. Lead me to the paperwork. If there's anything else I need to know, do tell me.”

...

You were terrified.

This man was large, and could easily overpower you. You stood no chance against him, so you stayed quiet and timid in the back of his car.

“Where...where going?” Dumb thing. Could barely manage to understand a few words.

“..We are heading home. You won’t be familiar, but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

Home? You have never had a home before, always stuck in the cage. He said it so gently too, maybe it’s worthless to be so panicky.. he seems sincere.

“Moo..”

...

When he pulled into the driveway, you expected to be dragged into the house, but he held you so softly. So gentle then you felt almost compelled to follow him, and that's what you did.

“Hungry..”

“You’re hungry, hm? What do you usually eat?”

“..Moo?”

He sighed. He wasn’t going to get very far when it came to communication. It seemed as though you could only understand basic words. The man fed you plenty of fresh strawberries, and kiwi. Much to your delight, since all you ate back at the farm was slop filled with hormone inducing protein.

“Who?” Is what you asked him. If you were going to stay here, you at least needed a name. “Shouto, is my name.”

“Sho...shoto..?”

“Yes, you got it.”

Shouto. That was his name. It’s not very hard to pronounce either.

It started to get late, and you had a hobby of following him wherever he went. He could tell by the clank of the cowbell he placed around your neck.

“Sleep?” He assumed you were tired after the trip. You followed him around to this somewhat pile of pillows and a blanket. It was soft, but still sturdy, since it was placed on the floor.

...

The next morning was filled with ache. You felt so heavy. Practically dragging across the floor into his room where he slept. You stared up at him and whined until he started to stir.

“Mmm..what is it?”

“Hurts.” It did hurt, the ache in your hard breasts was hard to ignore at this point. Milk threatening to spill all over and make a mess on the floor if you moved the wrong way.

“Right. I know, come here...”

He pulled down the top of your dress, and your breasts spilled over. He gently grabbed one, and sucked.

It was such a strange feeling.. it was reliving, but your nipples were so sensitive, you couldn't help but whine whenever he sucked so hard. The rich, warm milk flowed into his mouth, and when he began to coax you into his bed, you flinched a little.

“No... no breed.”

“No?” He was rather confused. One the papers and documentaries he read prior, it seemed that almost all cows loved to be bred and filled to the brim. It seemed you were the exception though. It was understandable though, and he wasn’t going to make you do anything you weren’t uncomfortable with, yet.

“Alright. Are you feeling better?”

You nodded. You were still sleepy though, since it was still early in the morning. You snuggled up against him, much to his surprise. Seems like you like his mattress more than the floor.

“Nuh-uh. You need a bath before you can get in my bed, missy.”

“Huff.”

...

It was around 9AM now. This bath was a lot more soothing then you thought it would be. While you were marveling at the bubbles in the bath, Shouto sat at the edge, but he was internally struggling a bit...

Your body looked amazing.

The way droplets of water ran from your hair into the crevice of your breasts. When you lifted yourself up a bit to get out of the water, he could see the fat of your ass, and even a little peek at your cunt too <3.

Shouto wasn't aware of what you were doing right now, probably wandering around the house, but he wasn't worried about that recently. Right now, he wanted to figure out how to make you more.. comfortable. You had pushed away his advance to fuck you earlier, and he was currently fighting the urge to find you bend you over, but that's not very comforting. He understood that you had just gotten here, and it was a very sudden change.

After a while, he decided that the best course of action was patience, and to let you feel a little more at home via gifts or just exploration. He had gotten you a pretty decorated bell that went around your neck, and would let you snuggle with him on his bed as long as you showered or didn't run around in the grass looking for butterflies in his garden. His bed was very soft, and you cried and whined at him whenever it was time to get up.

After a week of being there, you felt a lot more at home. You were able to get down the basic layout of the house now, so you no longer got lost. It was a very large house, and so you would wail for Shouto, so he could come find wherever you were.

It was late into the evening now. You once again lay in Shouto's large garden tub, Shouto was also in the tub behind you, gently scrubbing away the mud on your shoulders, you were extra dirty after planting face-first into the ground. You tripped over yourself after trying to snatch a pretty monarch butterfly. Shouto helped you with wiping the dirt off your face when he found you, but still got himself dirty in the process thanks to you swinging your muddy tail around.

...Once you were finally clean in the tub, that's when Shouto decided to advance. He pressed you back onto his chest, and placed his hand on the lower part of your stomach. You tilted your head to look at him, curious to see what he was doing. You shuddered slightly when he pressed his lips on your neck, right above your collarbone. You tensed when he started to suckle on your neck, so he used his other hand to caress your thigh, and lifted it upward to hand over the edge of the tub, he did the same with the other leg. Your legs were now draped over the tub, giving him access to your more intimate area. He stopped sucking on your neck and again placed his hand on your lower stomach, sliding down very slowly. He whispered in your ear when you started to whimper; "Shhh, I promise I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me.'' You started to melt in his hands, he's taken good care of you ever since you got here, so you should be able to trust him. You were just scared. Scared because of the things you witnessed back at that old barn. Looking at Shouto's different colored eyes makes everything numb, so you nodded at him. He softly smiled at you, and slid his hand on top of your cunt. You stiffened slightly, so he didn’t toy with you just yet, he wanted you to get comfortable first. When Shouto felt you slightly relax into his arms, he smiled at your soft whimper, because now he had placed a calloused finger onto your swollen clit, rubbing in slow circles.

“How’s that feeling, baby?” He was taunting you now, his fingers slowly picking up the pace, stilling you with his other hand when you started grinding your hips into his fingers. “Ah….ah..” You were really trying, you were. Nothing was coming out of your mouth coherent enough for him to understand, but it was enough to make him chuckle at your attempts, a simple puff of air from his nose.

The fingers on your clit were relentless now, the circles had gotten faster, and it was hard not to buck away from his touches. Something in your core was aching to be let out, but you had no idea what it was. Your whimpers turned to soft moans, and soft moans turned into a mixture of inaudible pleas, hiccuped sobs, and loud whines. You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Shouto did. You were on the edge, you slammed your eyes shut in preparation for what was about to happen, but it never came. A disappointed noise came from your lips, and Shouto let out a light laugh at your pouty face. “Don’t worry my dear, I’ll take care of you soon enough.” He pressed a kiss to your ear and whispered something that made you shudder;

“I want you to cum on my cock, love.” With that, he lifted you from the tub, earning him a squeak from you. Using the heat of his body to dry you both at an unfathomable speed, and when he deemed you “dry” enough, he hoisted you over his shoulder and dropped you on the edge of the bed in a playful manner. He gave you no room to complain or whine at him, and instead dragged your rear towards his face as he kneeled down on the floor. Your mouth was opened to protest, but before you could manage to get a word in, your thoughts changed immediately as his mouth started to suckle on your clit. Instead, you let out a loud moan at his ministrations.

He hummed in content at your cries, and the vibrations furthered your pleasure. After a minute, he slid his index finger into your walls, curling upwards in hopes to find that soft spot, and he did. You threw your head backwards, and let out a cry of pleasure. When he deemed you wet enough, he placed another finger in. Curling up into that soft spot in your cunt, and he picked up a nice rhythm too. He curled his fingers particularly hard, which made you slam your hand over your mouth, much to his displeasure. He stood up from his position and pulled you upwards into the pillows of the bed, your legs now bent over his shoulders. He tilted your chin upwards when you tried to look down to see what was about to go inside you, however he wouldn’t let you. If you did see it, you’d probably freak out by how large it was, so it was best to avoid that.

“You’re still so shaky, sweetie. I promise I’ll be very gentle with you, yeah? I don’t want to break you after all.” He smiled down at you when you nodded at him, your teeth biting at your plush lips and eyes slamming shut as you felt the rather large tip of his length prodding at your entrance. “Shh.. hey, you're okay. Look at me. I want to see the look in your eyes as I’m deep inside you, love.” As your eyes slowly opened you decided to grip at the sheets instead, if you bit your lip too hard it would bleed. He buried his face into your neck, as he couldn’t contain his groans and grunts either, opting to release them into your neck, his breath on your collarbone sending shivers down your spine, you could feel him gripping the sheets, and you could feel his cock prodding deeper into your sopping pussy. It hurt, it really did, but it was hard to focus on the pain when he held you so softly.

You had never felt any type of affection in your life, back at that barn. This pain was nothing compared to the lashes you used to receive back there whenever you made any type of mistake. His love was foreign to you, his touches, his affection. It was not what you expected when you first came here. You had thought he was like the others, he’d take, take and take some more until there was nothing left of you. To your surprise however he was giving you something. Giving you food, love, affection, something you’d never thought you would receive. This pain was nothing, nothing at all.

You weren’t really given any room to think when the pain did subside.

Pleasure. Pleasure in its rawest, most carnal form. It was something you never felt up until now. It was like electricity, flowing up and down every vein in your body, it was the only thing you could focus on, if you tried to focus on anything else you might break into pieces. Shouto was saying something, but it was drowned out by your cries. Everything seemed like a blur, the noises of your skin slapping together, your moaning, his grunts, all of it was hazy, other than the overwhelming sensation in between your legs.

Panic crawled its way up your spine when that sensation got a little too intense to handle, that feeling from earlier, something wanting to snap inside. Your breathing got sporadic and irregular, and Shouto noticed and hushed you.

“Hey.. it’s okay. Let go for me, yeah? I got you, you’re safe.”

You tried to plead with him, with the little English you were taught, but he wasn’t having it. He knew what was best for you, afterall.

You tried too hard to hold it in, but when he placed his fingers on your clit again, you knew you couldn’t contain it any longer.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, head thrown back, your hair a mess, and nails raking at his back. .. and then everything went quiet for a while.

Your eyes felt heavy when you woke up. You weren’t out for long, it was still early into the night, the moon still shone in the same place as when you and Shouto were- oh.“Hi, sleepyhead.” You jumped slightly as the voice beside you, groggy and yet still full of love. Shouto’s hair is a mess, just like yours. Instead of speaking, you instead decided to nuzzle your face into his neck, and he replied with a hum. He kissed your forehead and stroked your back, it couldn’t be any better than this. All those years of isolation and abandonment, you have finally found something good, someone good in your life. You couldn’t bear to see him leave you.

Shouto was about half asleep when his ears perked up to the sound of someone sniveling, it was you. You were crying, in his arms. He pulled your face out, as it was still buried in his neck, and examined your watery eyes and red puffy cheeks with a frown on his face.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

He smiled softly at you, kissing your tears away. “I won’t ever leave you, I promise.”

With that, you both fell asleep. Even though you were a cow, you were still a girl. You had at least half the mind to think of girly things, which included dreaming of what you and Shouto’s kids would look like, and what you would name them.

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demieyesore · 12 days

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Cake Batter - Hayden Christensen

Summary - It's Hayden's birthday and baking a cake didn't go quite as planned

Warnings / Mentions - No warnings, GN pronouns used for reader, Reader and Hayden are not said to be dating so this can be read as platonic or romantic however Reader def has a small crush on him

A/N - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE MAN IN THE GALAXYYYYY

Requested - Nope just a little thing for Hayden's birthday

Word Count - 948

Tag List - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely @yourenogoodforme @gallerygourmet @heartsforanakin @viper-0800 @helendeath

Hayden was a very important person in your life. You couldn't imagine anyone taking his spot as your best friend. It's his 43rd birthday and you wanted to do something nice for him.

You're significantly younger than Hayden, young 20's. But none the less, you two were inseparable. He was currently at an Interview for an upcoming Star Wars project while you were left at home.

The best gift you could give him was a small handmade bracelet along with baking him a cake. You didn't want to go overboard on the gift, you knew how much he enjoyed the small simple things in life. Of course he was rich and wore some of the most expensive clothes but the man also does live on a farm. His half time job is being fancy, while his free time is spent doing whatever he wants.

The bracelet was just a little cute but stupid one. It had all kinds of cute charms that made the most perfect noise if you jingled it. But you also added some letters to spell out "#1 DILF".

The baking process was going well, the cake was already in the oven while you worked on the frosting. You wore a cute little apron that was smeared with flour. Ingredients were all over the countertops. Eggshells, measuring cups, a gallon of milk, pipping bags and even more.

You finished the frosting, doing a little taste test and feeling satisfied with the outcome. You went over to the oven, pulling open the door to check on the cake. Your eyes widened when you saw how it had raised more than expected and was overflowing from the pan.

You felt panic rush through you when you heard the little doorbell ring. "One minute!" You screamed from the kitchen, rushing around to try and figure out how to fix this mess. You were looking up the best ways to deal with this situation on google as you weren't anywhere near a professional baker.

In the middle of you attempting to clean up all the batter and somehow resolve the problem without managing to burn yourself, you heard the door open. Hayden walked into the kitchen only to stop very swiftly, taking in the scene in front of him.

"Oh wow." Is all he manages to get out as you turn to look at him. "Help me please..." You mumble in embarrassment. He laughs before helping you out. Thankfully he's already dealt with stuff like this before so he practically had the whole kitchen sorted out in the matter of 2 minutes.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" He asks as he wipes his hands off using one of your kitchen towels.

"Not really..." You muttered as you scratched the back of your head. Unfortunately the cake wasn't salvageable, the only thing remaining was the finished frosting. While you looked around your kitchen, you frowned as you watched Hayden beginning to clean up the countertops of the leftover mess.

You tried to stop him but he just shooed you away, but your face lit up when you remembered he still had his present he could open.

You had put the little bracelet into a box and then put that little jewelry box into a bag with tissue paper covering it. You ran to grab it from your desk, almost falling when you ran back to the kitchen where Hayden stood. He was standing, leaned against the sink with an eyebrow quirked at you almost eating shit on the kitchen tiles.

"Here, open." You ushered the bag into his hands. He immediately took it and opened it.

"No card?" He furrows his eyebrows in puzzlement before you shake your head. He chuckles but opens the box to see the charm bracelet. He smiles before faltering for a second.

"Number one DILF? Really?" He looks amused at you for a second before shaking his head and looking over all the charms you added. Some of which were simply there to be cute while others were there as a symbol of your feelings towards him. He stops as he sees a little lightsaber charm. "Thank you..." He whispers as his fingertip traces over the metal charm.

"It's nothing really, I know how you don't really care for expensive gifts and I wanted to get something for you that showcased all of your milestones and just our friendship in general..." You rambled on as he rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Help me put it on." He gestured for you to stand next to him so you did. He held out his wrist and the unclasped bracelet. You tossed the charm bracelet over his wrist and closed the clasp as it dangled just slightly away from his wrist. Thank god you used just a little bit more for the length because it would have been too tight otherwise.

Hayden pulled you into a hug, cradling your head against his chest. You could tell that he was getting a little emotional. He wasn't really used to being appreciated in this way. After he pulled away from the embrace, he looked back around your kitchen.

"No cake, huh?" He teased as you hit his chest.

"There's still the frosting at least." You shrugged, taking the two fully filled pipping bags and handing him one. He put the nib to his mouth and added pressure to the bag. "Not bad." He said in contentment.

"Yeah well it would have been better if it was actually on the cake." You pouted.

He just smiled at you in response for a moment. "Let's go watch some movies, alright?" He said as he pushed you into the direction of your living room.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x reader #anakin x you #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader

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thatoneguydownthestreet · 1 year

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Hey so how would lilia feel about apocalypse yuu and the obvious world ending war and after effects from where yuu is from?

Thank you for feeding us apocalypse yuu <3

I started maniacally laughing as soon as I read the name lilia

FEM ALIGNED DNI

How Lilia Vanrouge reacts to the war and its effects:

Lilia would say your relationship was pretty good. As nameless and as vague as it was. It was...peaceful.

It was nice.

You were learning to trust people, to trust him. To let your guard down just a little bit more each day. To speak your mind and make decisions and to just simply walk with him without looking over your shoulder every few seconds.

He’ll never forget that feeling of happiness and relief when you fell asleep with him right there next to you for the first time, or when you saw him enter a room and he saw your shoulders drop just that much.

Once, in the pop music club room, Cater had asked him how he got you to relax around him so easily. He only gave a small chuckle and a vague response, as he himself didn’t truly know at the time.

He still doesn’t. only having a few loose theories here and there, but he is grateful to be able to know you just a little bit more than the average person. To be able to live this long to see you come here, to this world, scared and confused and hopelessly, utterly lost, and then to see you start to really live for the first time.

He hopes he hopes that he’ll be blessed enough to live to see you thrive.

Honestly? he thinks it’s because of something simple. So, so simple

He listens.

Not to say the others don’t of course, they listen!

they just ...don’t really believe you.

Lilia doesn’t blame them, honestly.

It truly feels like you exaggerate your past and lack of knowledge at times.

The most obvious example he can think of is when epel, that pretty first year boy, gifted you one of those beautiful red apples that grew on his parents farm, only for you to look at it with confusion and distrust.

You didn’t know what an apple was.

You didn’t know what most fruits were period. (Or cheese, or most meats,or most vegetables, he thinks he saw you reboot like an old computer the first time you saw milk) Often confusing the names and refusing to eat them if you forgot what they were.

It was at that point where he could tell your rag tag little group of friends started to doubt your words. Just a bit.

He would have too, if not for the clear, heavy distress that simply couldn’t be faked that was ever so evident on your face when he'd asked.

“Perfect, do you really not know what any of these fruits are”, he has taken extra care to keep this conversation playful. He wasn’t trying to embarrass you after all.

You simply huffed, a bit of frustration showing.

Lilia ignored the little happy spark he got from seeing you show what you were feeling. You were getting better at that.

“Of course I don’t! we don’t have fresh fruit in the tunnels! Not to mention things like "cheese" and dont even get me started on good meat!”, you said it like it so obvious...

You never explained what the tunnels were. But lilia could guess.

He had a bad feeling about them either way....

So yes. The others listened. But you could both see crystal clear that they took what you said with a heavy grain of salt.

Lilia on the other hand, believed every word. Or at least tried too.

So when you asked him to swing by Ramshackle saying you wanted to show him something, how could he refuse?

Really, how could he?

....

Lilia Vanrouge didn't know what he was expecting. He knew it was probably something big, judging from your earlier tone of voice.

But this....

this was just sickening.

you sat shirtless on the floor, with your arms out in the air in front of you.

with your scars on full display.

there were (oh great seven) there were slash marks all across your chest. Ragged and uneven and ugly. Looking like whatever cut them in took extra care to truly rip and tear your flesh apart.

There were burn marks on your shoulders and your stomach. Looking like they came from both fire and electricity. The electric burns spiderwebbing their way up the side of your neck and around your sides.

There were what looked to be claw marks and dog bites on your stomach as well, like you were almost frantically mauled to death and just barely made it out with your life.

There was a circular hole he didn't know the cause of on both sides of your right forearm, the underside scar being in the same spot but significantly worse.

There were like deep (deep) bruises that he could see everywhere on your body.

and then there were the marks on your back....

There were whip marks and lashes absolutely everywhere. Slashed across every which way, overlapping with each other and digging into your flesh. there were a few places that he swore had less skin than others. and oh God some of them only looked a few months old.

Some of them were fresh when you came here.

Lilia didn’t know what the rest of your body looked like, but he already knew that your back was in the worst condition out of everything.

A small whimper snapped him out of his thoughts.

You were still on the floor, now sifting slightly, like you were embarrassed.

Embarrassed. What an odd little human.

Lilia immediately got down on the floor and sat in front of you, dust and possible bugs be damned.

He didn't touch you, only looking at your face and tried to make eye contact.

He tried his best to avoid looking at your neck. The lighting in this old dorm was bad but he swore he could still see a slash-

"Y/N....can you please look at me?", gentle. Just keep the tone gentle for now.

You still looked away from him. Lilia sighed.

Gently, oh so gently, he brought his hand to your face and slowly turned you head towards him.

You didn't flinch. Not once! And if lilia silently celebrated this feat later? Well, that was his business, and his alone.

Your eyes held a hint of fear when you looked at him. Fear of rejection.

Why would he ever push you away for something like this?

...Did someone do that before?

He heard you let out a faint, shaky breath, trying to find your voice.

He still didn't say anything. Just let you take your time. He couldn't rush something like this.

So he sat there, just out of reach as to not overwhelm you, as you took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself.

"So uh...I'm sure you have questions", you tried to say it in a way that lightened the mood, but your voice came out small.

It was fine. You couldn't lighten something like this either way.

The fae infront of you looked at you with the patients of a someone who's lived a dozen lifetimes and counting, which made you relax just a bit more.

Good.

"That I do perfect, but make no mistake, you are not obligated to answer"

"No! No, I- I want you to know. I wouldn't have shown you otherwise...", your voice trailed off.

Lilia took a deep breath.

Ok. Sharing scares.

Sharing memories.

Sharing war stories.

He could do that. He's done it before hundreds of times. He could do it again.

He just...didn't want to do it with someone so young. Someone who had absolutely zero business doing any type of life or death fighting.

Unfortunately, life was a total bitch and just loved putting him in these exact situations.

"Ok...ok. so why don't you tell me about...this one first", lilia pointed to the circular hole that went through your arm. He wanted to know what caused it.

(And maybe. Just maybe, find something that could heal it)

You sighed a bit. He thinks in relief? And smiled just a tad.

"Ok... that one was caused when me and a rescue team were trying to locate one of the medics that had gone missing during a surprise raid on the southwest base.... I wasn't even supposed to be there really...", you trailed off again. Your eyes glossing over a little.

Well. That couldn't happen.

The last thing he wanted here was for you to relive any one of these scars.

"What was the medics name?", it was the only thing he could ask, really. He didn't understand much of what else you had said.

You took a deep breath. Right.

You weren't there anymore.

"Caroline. Her name was Caroline. And she has a sister named Kate.... she's the one who put in the request for her to be found. Her body, at the very least"

Lilia began to wonder what exactly happened during these "raids". And why it required children to clean up the aftermath.

"Caroline. She was the medic. Ok.... you said you weren't supposed to be there?"

You looked a little sheepish at that.

"Yeah... our base was short on explosives manufacturers so they sent me. I was still learning but apparently I knew enough to go out there anyway. Heh...yeah, it didn't turn out too well"

....explosive manufacturers?

Lilia had met and worked with plenty if mages that specialized in more.. dramatic shows of magic. Especially during the wars.

How, lilia wondered, was something like that simulated without magic?

...He didn't know if he wanted to find out.

Instead of asking what in the seven an explosive manufacturer was, he asked:

"Why did you have to go though? Surely there were other uh...people in your field? That had nore experience", he kept his tone soft, trying to keep you unaware of the anger that was slowly building in his gut.

You silently shifted where you were sitting, looking like you regretted this more and more.

Damn.

Carefully, he added, "where were the others?"

"...active combat was getting more and more rare....no one thought- I mean- we just needed farmers and hunters and medics more than we needed weapons at the time"

The look on your face was...hard to describe as you struggled to explain your past situation as quick as possible. Like you would be punished if you didn't do it fast enough.

Hm...

"Y/N...", lilia started slowly

He had an idea of what your world was like.

He had a good idea of what your world was like.

And he was hoping that he wasn't right.

Your head raised a bit. Making eye contact with him and calming down just a little. Good. But he was going to feel all the more guilty about what he was about to say.

"Were you by chance, involved in any type of warfare?"

Lilia didn't know what you'd do. He had been ready for anything. For you to scream and shout and scratch and fight. For you to try and deny what you both already knew for whatever reason.

But you never did.

Instead, you just tilted your head to the side, like a confused dog.

Then you said:

"The war ended around...50 years ago? 60? I don't know for sure. The records were all destroyed, and the elders that fought in it are quickly dying out"

Lilia breath hitched.

All those scars. All their stories. Are from the aftermath? The aftermath of a finished war is still producing what lilia believes might very well be child soldiers.

And then you spoke again.

"When I was...I think twelve? I don't know. No one really knows their age. But I was definitely around twelve. The other manufacturers with more experience and a better idea if what they're doing got sent to the northern bases. They were needed there. They wouldn't tell me why"

...

...Twelve?

"Anyways, a couple months later -or were they weeks?- some time later, Caroline went missing"

Twelve?

"And I was really all they had to send"

Twelve.

"Now that I think about it...it was probably because they could replace me well enough if it didn't go as good as it did"

Fucking TWELVE?!

"As good as it did?!", lilias voice startled you out if your own head.

You looked at him. He looked back at you with an expression of exasperated rage.

You stopped talking.

"As good-as GOOD as it did!"

"Y/N. Y/N there is no good in this! This-" He grabbed your arm. Gesturing to the old, half healed scar that had started this whole mess "-is terrible! Dammit this is a crime against morality!"

...

...oh.

You looked at your arm. At the old shot gun would you had gotten after getting your arm stuck just outside if the entrance to the tunnel you and your temporary team had taken.

You could barely even remember why you had it out in the first place.

To throw a grenade you had put together on the spot? A stick of dynamite? You didn't know.

All you knew was that it hurt.

It still does sometimes.

You looked down at your own body.

They all still do sometimes.

....

Oh God...

You looked back at lilia, and the night resumed.

None of what you said will likely never be repeated outside if the walls of Ramshakle. Not all of it at least.

You didn't tell lilia about the scars on your back. You probably never will.

That was fine.

You told him what you had to do to survive, and he told you that you shouldn't have had to do that in the first place.

There were things that were never really explained. Like guns or grenades or that old, abandoned army tank that you played when you were a child.

("So it's a car...with a Canon on it?"

"Uhhhh. Sure. Yeah")

And other things...

Well. Turns out some scenarios are seen a bit different here.

You don't your age.

That's sad. Not bormal.

You don't know who your real parents are. The high infant mortality rate in the southeast base and the tunnels surrounding it that most mothers simply give away their children to avoid the pain of burying their babies.

That's a tragedy. A horrible, horrible tragedy.

Not normal.

Just like your life.

........

As soon as he got back to Diasomnia, lilia went to check on silver. Then sebek. Then malleus.

Silver and sebek were asleep. And he could see malleus taking a walk about the dorm from his bedroom window.

They were safe. Lilia felt his shoulders drop for the first time that night.

...and then he did something he never thought he would need do again.

Slowly, lilia walked over to his desk, lighting a tall, white candle and setting out an expensive piece of meat.

Wasn't the best offering, but it'll due for now.

He hoped it would at least.

Religion had long since died out of twisted wonderland as a whole, with only a few churches and temples remaining in certain parts in the shaftlands and a few of the older families in briar valley truly practicing in this modern age.

Even so, later that night when his dorm and his children were all sound asleep, lilia knelt beside his bed and prayed to his old god for the first time in centuries.

He could only hope that they would be answered.

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yxami · 8 months

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Can we get a little more Leon? I miss him 🥺

BTW love your work I always look forward to reading anything you post ^^

Hope you enjoy & thank you that’s so sweet 😭

Description: yandere cowboy x gn farmer reader, general fluff, why did I write so much omg, fluff with yandere, yandere cowboy, not a yeehaw cowboy though!

You were woken up with the usual feeling of Leon spread across your chest, draped over you like a blanket rather than the actual one disregarded on the floor. You sat up a bit, causing him to stir in his sleep, a tighter grip placed across your lower torso.

You grabbed your phone, missing the sightless grab a few times before managing to find it. You were still a little sleepy so your eyes instinctively shut close at the bright light in your face. You softly groaned but continued scrolling through. Something has to give you entertainment while he had you trapped here.

You wrote down all the chores and necessities you had to go grab. Water the plants, add some richer soil to one of the gardens, make sure there’s no bugs chewing at the fruits, last thing on your list was to stop at the town’s food market. You were missing milk, bread, and some seasonings.

All easily provided by the town market and cheap to stock up on! You were about to instinctively get up but you it left your mind that Leon snoozing on top of you, so you laid back down.

You still held your phone in your hand and wondered what you should do, it’s not like you wanted to be stuck here all morning like last time, that would mess up with your schedule that you already barely dedicated to.

You attempted to sneak out of the hibernating bear hug but he possessively wrapped his arms once more, almost like a sign that you were going to keep losing this battle. You sighed before sitting up once more but this time with him in your lap.

You got on your feet, fully standing up with his body weight resting on your hip as he stared with his half lidded eyes. He purred in delight that you still allowed him to be so clingy and just held onto you.

You were just glad that all the handy work for the farm has you able to carry heavy things, at least enough to carry the tall and plump cowboy that refuses to sleep without your presence.

After stopping right in front of the shed, you grabbed the usual watering jug and began walking plant to plant, giving them much needed nutrients with refreshing water that rejuvenated the sad leafs. The blaring sun had no affect on Leon unlike the plants, he just rested his head on your shoulder while inhaling your strawberry body wash from yesterday.

He loves strawberries, likely why you could feel him sucking on your neck and giving you love bites, which you paid no mind to, of course, this was the usual display of his neediness.

“I can carry you until I have to add some soil to the new plants I got, then you have to get up, kay?” You reiterate your words once more once you felt a tired sigh against your skin.

“Kay” He mumbled, enjoying the affection you spoiled with him for now, even though he wanted this to last much longer.

You swiped your hands together, effectively getting rid of soil clinging onto your palms after you added it to some flowers in desperate need for the nutrients. It was blooming season for this garden so you were watching it like a hawk everyday.

Crossing out that task, all that was needed was make a quick trip to the market for some groceries. You recalled the three item list and made a mental note of it as you got ready.

“Going somewhere?” Leon peered from the door frame, effectively taking in the view of undressing until his view was blinded with a shirt thrown upon his face. “Yeah, I gotta go get some things, you wanna tag along?” He nodded, running over to his room to go change before you could joke about leaving him for taking so long.

By the time you were finished dressing he was already out in some casual pants and white tank top. His bright golden curls perfectly groomed with a matching tail tip that curled slightly at the end. He was well presented, maybe too much for a simple market but you didn’t question it.

Your pretty cowboy just kept looking at his appearance in the car mirror with the little light that flickered on once he opened the sun visor for the 5th time in a minute. You inquired about it with a simple question. “Why do you keep looking at yourself? You look nice”

The butterflies in his stomach swirled around a little too much, he almost forgot how much he loves your praise. “Just making sure I look okay, I don’t go into town that often after-all” He closed the mirror and pushed back the sun visor.

You glanced once more but decided not to push, maybe he does just want to look nice.

The wide variety of milk has you little confused, more so than usual. Sometimes you’d just pick out whatever looked regular but everything looks the same other than the titles being a little different. 2 percent, low fat, skimmed, whole, what do some of these even mean??

You placed your sights on two options, the ones that you’ve picked out before, and while you were distracted with that, Leon whined and groaned at how long you took. He gained the attention of few, maybe by how nice he looked, or how he looked annoyed.

“Um.. sorry to bother, but can I get your phone number?” A meek girl holds her head up to look at Leon, placing her phone in between them if he was up to typing in his number.

“My number?” Leon looked at you, expecting you to respond for him, he never really spoke to strangers unless you introduced them as a friend or something. But this stranger was approaching him, not you.

“Y-yeah! If you’re single, I get it if you’re taken” She awkwardly laughed, smiling now that she gained some confidence with the conversation still going further than a simple no.

“I dunno.. hey, do I have a number?” He nudged at you, taking you away from zoning out at two milk labels. Your eyes quickly observed the situation, understanding what was happening with the look on her face.

“Oh, yeah, remember I taught you 2 weeks ago how to use your phone, I didn’t buy it so you could leave it at home” You sighed, looking through your contacts to look for his. While girl awkwardly stood, now having her phone closer to her, he peered over to look at yours, wondering what it even meant to give his phone number.

Something he asked you.

“It’s like.. wanting to get to know someone, and to go on dates” You mumbled to him while finally finding his number. You were about to read it out loud before he shut your phone off.

“Oh, sorry, I’m actually taken, I just wasn’t sure what you meant” He made an attempt at a light hearted laugh, crushing the girls hope at getting his number after being so close to it. “It’s okay! I understand” And with that she was out the market faster than she came.

“Huh? I had the number right here, why’d you turn her down? She was a cow girl too!” You emphasized that important fact, knowing that a partner for him would definitely help with heats, more so then you trying to order the milking machine just for it be canceled for the 3rd time in a row even though you never recalled doing so.

“Well I didn’t know she wanted to go on dates, I only want to do that with you!” He huffed, upset that you were suggesting to get with someone even though he’s already told you that he doesn’t want to the last two times.

Something that clicked in your head.

In this stupid little food market you realized Leon loves you. This random little moment made you remember all the moments he’d reject the idea of another mate, of a machine, and of her. Anything that didn’t involve you, he couldn’t give two shits about.

You felt red pour over your face faster than you’ve ever felt before, you hastily grabbed a jug of milk and placed it in the basket. Too distracted to see which one you picked, it might’ve been whole or two percent, you didn’t care enough to check.

Leon looked puzzled, he peered over trying to see your expression but each time you’d turn and pretend you found something you were looking for even though all you had to get was some seasonings and bread.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something bad?” He tugged on your shirt, his eyes calculating your expression after you gave up on hiding it. “I’m fine! Just thinking about what type of bread to get” You smiled, trying to keep your composure. Yet your ears felt hot, and your face felt warm.

“Kay..” He mumbled, resting his head on yours after deciding to stop asking, he assumed you were upset about something but the two of you would have the car ride back to talk about it.

You put all the groceries in the backseat, it was 4 bags at minimum, and you didn’t want the milk to have a chance at spoiling in the trunk. Leon looks over at the sun visor, hoping he still looked nice. Earlier he really tried his best on brushing his curls while also fixing his usually messy tail.

He wanted to look extra pretty while clinging onto you so people would assume he was your boyfriend and spread it all around that you were his! Even if you haven’t admitted it yet.

“You still look cute, Leon. What did you think of the visit?” You started up a conversation, trying to brush off your earlier embarrassment while still paying attention to the rocky dirt road, watching out for any animals that dared to run across.

“Fun! But I wish we had a date in a cafe or something before we left” He perked up at you talking, glad you weren’t mad, maybe you were just lost in thought earlier!

“How about we go tomorrow? I’ll treat you to some strawberry cheese cake” You grinned at his lost in thought expression fading into an excited one. “I can’t wait!” He wrapped his arms around you, making you have to tear off him off before he started his needy kisses while you drove.

You were ready to prepare yourself for the beaming cowboy dressing up and waking you up bright and early tomorrow.

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Pilot sev and flight attendant reader

Soldier sev and army nurse reader

I see your outlaw sev and tavern owner reader and raise you outlaw sev with a crooked sheriff reader

lastly produce farmer reader and dairy farmer sev

omg mars the last one... so so sos so cute

men and minors dni

you wake up to the sound of bleating outside your window.

you live on a small strawberry farm, known for having the juiciest, sweetest berries in town. it's just a few acres of land, but it's your pride and joy. besides the strawberry fields, you have a tiny pond for your ducks, a patch of wildflowers for your bees, and a backyard garden for yourself. it's your sanctuary.

your bedroom windows look out onto your sprawling strawberry fields. you blearily push yourself off the bed and rub your eyes to see what's going on outside, and shake your head in disbelief when you see three sheep in your strawberry patch, having the time of their lives as they feast on the fruit.

you groan and roll your eyes.

this is the third time this month.

you quickly pull a robe over your pajamas and shove your work boots on, running out to the strawberry field and trying to scare the sheep away. waving your hands and yelling as you run at them, you're making a fool of yourself, and clearly, the sheep don't give a fuck. they know you, by now, they know you're harmless. they just stare at you as they continue to chew your plants. when you try shoving the 200 pound animals, they stay standing, solid and unbothered. you groan.

behind you, the sound of a sputtering truck grows. you chuckle as you turn around and watch sevika's beat up pick up pull into your driveway.

she scrambles out of the car, her hair a mess, her pants unbuttoned and unzipped over her boxers, her wife pleaser on backwards and her shoelaces undone as she stumbles over to you with a bashful smile. you laugh at the sight of her.

"i'm sorry!" she exclaims as you give her a faux-scolding look. you just roll your eyes as she runs over to you.

"third time this month sev! i'm not gonna have any berries left to sell by the end of the month!" you complain as sevika starts wrangling her sheep.

"can you really blame them though? your strawberries are the best i've ever had." she says as she starts walking her first sheep back to the truck. you walk with her.

"whatever." you say.

the two of you have been friends since she moved on the property next door, starting her own sheep farm. managing a farm is hard, and managing a farm by yourself is harder, and the two of you became fast friends as you bonded over the unique struggles that come along with being a solo farmer. you're not mad at her when her sheep get out-- you can barely keep up with your farm and your plants can't even walk-- you have no idea how sevika manages as well as she does.

she makes up for the lost berries due to her sheep in plenty of ways. in the winter, sevika chops wood for your fireplace, delivers a fresh stack every morning on your front door along with a fresh bottle of milk, or a wool sweater or scarf she knitted herself. in the summer, you always get first pick on her home brewed wine and cheeses.

plus, you get to ogle her doing physical labor anytime her sheep wander over to yours, so you really can't be upset.

you giggle as sevika loads her first sheep onto the truck. the back of her head is a rat's nest-- she clearly slept well last night. she turns around to glare at you.

"what?" she demands.

"you're a mess." you say, approaching her and gently running your fingers through her hair, trying to tame it. you give up-- not wanting to tug on any knots, and bring your hands down to flick at the tag sticking out of the front of her shirt between her collarbones. "your pants aren't even zipped." you say with a laugh.

sevika huffs. "i was in a rush. i know how protective you are of your precious berries." she grunts. you laugh.

"you're cute." you say.

sevika blushes, her brown cheeks transforming into a lovely dusky rose as she ducks her head and scratches the back of her neck. you grin.

this is probably your favorite thing about sevika-- nice as she is for all the other favors she helps you out with on the farm-- she's fucking adorable. and she's clearly got no idea.

you've been trying to get her to ask you out for six months now. you see the way she looks at you, especially when you're out in the fields in just a tank top, shorts, and some sunscreen. you see the way her eyes linger each night she walks you back to your home after you share dinner at hers, like she wants to duck down and kiss you goodnight, but just can't.

so you've started laying it on pretty thick. strawberry pies on her porch, the crust in the shape of a heart; shamelessly groping her biceps while she's working; keeping your bedroom curtains open when you change, knowing the only one who can see you is sevika from her bedroom across the way.

she's been a clueless, stuttering mess. it just makes you want her more.

sevika's grunting as she wrangles the second sheep, and you bite your lip as you watch. she's so fucking hot it drives you crazy.

"wh-- fuckin' watchin it billy-- what are you smiling at?" she asks as she starts leading billy to the truck. you shrug as you follow her.

"how stupid you are." you say. sevika glares at you.

"it's not my fault they keep breaking out of the fence, okay? i'm trying to get the guy to come down to fix it but--"

"no, not that." you say with a giggle. sevika pouts.

"well what then?" she asks as she wrangles billy in the back of the truck. you laugh, and sevika stalks back over to you, glaring at you. "tell me." she demands.

"you know if it was anyone else's sheep comin' over to trample my plants and eat all my berries i'd be pissed." you say. sevika gulps.

"i really am sorry--"

"no, sevika." you cut her off. "i'm trying to tell you that i'm not upset." you say as the two of you walk back to get the final sheep.

"...why?" she asks. you roll your eyes.

"why do you think?" you ask. sevika blinks.

"i dunno, 'cause your arms are too wimpy to chop wood on your own?" she asks as she wraps her arms around the sheep's neck. you laugh.

"could be that. could be that i gotta crush on you, though." you say.

sevika's grip falters, and the sheep gets loose, pushing her onto her ass as it escapes her grasp. she falls into a puddle of mud, her eyes wide and locked on you, completely uncaring about what just happened.

you double over in laughter. sevika stays on her ass, blinking up at you.

"wh-- really?" she asks. you smile and reach out to help her to her feet. when she's standing, you don't let go of her hand.

"yeah." you say. sevika blinks.

"oh." she says. then, "i'm a fucking idiot." she groans. you giggle.

"yeah, a bit." you say. "i've been... really fucking obvious."

"i thought you were just being friendly!"

"were you being friendly when you knit me that heart sweater?" you ask. sevika blushes again.

"well... no. but i thought i was being subtle!"

you grin. "you weren't." you say. sevika bites her lip.

"oh. well." she clears her throat. "uh, if you give me an hour to get the sheep back home and feed 'em breakfast and take a shower... maybe we could... eat breakfast together?" she asks. you giggle.

"you mean like how we've been eating breakfast together like three times a week since we met?" you tease her. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes.

"i would take you into town if you weren't in that feud with the fry cook at maria's diner!" she says. you laugh.

"breakfast sounds great." you say. sevika grins, big and cheesy, and you squeeze her hands. "but only if i get to make out with you once we're done." you say. sevika's eyes go wide and her cheeks darken again.

"...we could do that before breakfast, too." she whispers. you grin, then lean in to pull her in for a quick peck. sevika sighs against you, wrapping her arms around your waist and holding you tight, not letting you pull away as she deepens the kiss.

when she pulls away, ten minutes later, she's got stars in her eyes, and you've got a puddle in your pants.

the sheep she'd loaded into her truck have escaped, back to munching on your berries.

you don't care. especially not when sevika leans in for another kiss.

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