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ZAYNE-07 — Passion and Precision

It was the first thought that came to you when you hit the purchase option. The game of Hot or Cold—like a treasure hunt. The closer you got to the prize, the hotter it burned.

Now you’re splayed on your bed, Zayne’s tongue tracing a slow, maddening path over your body. Cold as ice at first—From the narrow valley of your tits, to your navel, all the way down to your soaking folds. He parts them with two of his fingers, and dips his tongue again—right between your slit. He drinks up all they honeyed goodness your spasming cunt oozes out.

Zayne’s tongue drags languidly from your entrance up to your clit. Your warm wetness meeting with his icy tongue. Then warmth blooms, sudden, scorching. You gasp as it presses against your clit.

“Here.” He murmurs. “…is where you respond the most.” a series of kitten licks are peppered on your swollen little bud. “Your heartrate spikes to 120 beats per minute.”

Your back arches, smothering his face with your leaky pussy. “Indeed.” He murmurs, thumb teasing the base of your clit. “I wasn’t bought to merely speak.”

“Zayne.” you lift his head up by his hair. “Inside. Now.” You huff impatiently.

“Understood.”

He doesn’t waste time to lift himself and position himself over you—a large hand hooking under your thigh, hiking it up a little to open you for him. His thick tip slips past your slippery lips, gathering all your juices to help you take him.

When he pushes in, you melt—humming in utter pleasure as his perfectly, inhumanly warm cock sinks into your dripping heat. Your insides relax around him the moment he bottoms out. His hot tip grazes your cervix, making you squirm beneath him. Your slithery walls clamp on him, coating him in your slick.

He’s filled you to the brim. You can feel him buzzing faintly deep in you—muffled by the sound of your insides clinging to him so tight.

“it’s so deep—hah!” you squirm, vain attempts of adjusting yourself.

He angles his hips once, his tip in your now angles upward—and you already know just what is going to happen when he pushes back into you. you salivate at the thought. You can literally map out where you start and where you end, thanks to his impractically perfect large dick stuffing you so full.

“God—Zayne—I can feel—” he experimentally grinds, unintentionally cutting you off, internally clocking every beat of your pulse. “fuck! Fuck—just—move.”

That he does.

He pulls out of you, only the tip remaining and then warms up your already hot insides with his cock, plunging back into you with one deep stroke. Your mouth hangs open, thighs falling open.

“fuc—fucking hell—” your head falls back, back arching—your hips offering themselves to him. “so-mmph! So deeep…”

Your hand goes to your tummy, right atop where you feel him. He leans back, pace still kept. Long, deep strokes moulding your honey-soaked walls. He huffs once, his own hand covering yours.

“That’s not quite precise.” He mutters. He slides your hand a centimeter higher and then drives his cock into your pliant hole as it to show you where you stretch around him. You feel it. Your stomach bulges as his dick drills into you.  “Here is where I reach.” His voice is so annoyingly clinical and raw that it has your pussy spasming wildly.

“Zayne—!”

He keeps pulling back and sinking back into you, tip nudging your sweet spot each time. “140 beats per minute. You’re close. I shall aid you reach your climax.”

With that, the ice-like tip of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing unrhythmic circles—on purpose—driving you to both—madness and your orgasm that rips through you like a freight train. Still, he keeps pounding into you, drawing more of your gooey slickness.

“Why are you—?”

“You haven’t asked me to stop.”

SYLUS-09 — Full Control. Full Care.

Your whines are all that the walls hear. You’re split open on your new purchase’s cock, while the other rubs between your slit—grinding deliciously against your clit.

His hands knead the flesh on your hips as you rock on him, hard chest pressed flush against your back. “You’re doing well, kitten.” He rumbles in your ear, making your cunt clamp on him.

“Oh?” you can hear the way his voice lights with mockery. “How easily affected. How cute.” His hips snap up as he holds you down, keeping you in place to make sure your wet little hole takes his cock deep.

His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him so you’re sitting on his cock—forcing you to open for him.

“More—please I need more.” You don’t know where you can muster up the greed to even ask this of him.

“Tch.” He leans in, lips brushing against your neck. “You don’t have to beg, kitten. I’m programmed to give you everything you need anyway.”

With that, a broad palm settles on your back, guiding you down, ass presented up in the air. He hovers over you, hand still there to have you pinned. Still, his cock never once slipping out of you. but that’s because your overstretched walls are gripping him so tight.

His hand slides lower. “arch.”

You oblige, grinding back against him. “good girl.”

His pace starts again. deep and hard. Making your little hole take him to its limits. His other cock rubs against your clit just right. Your hand reaches down to run your fingers along his length. Curious. Salivating.

“You need only ask, kitten.” He reminds you. heat pools in your stomach.

“I—I w-want it.” You manage to say between his brutal thrusts, ass tilting up more.

“what. You want what?” his cock keeps relentlessly pounding you, never once stopping

His hips snap to yours, cock screwing into your magical spot buried deep in your walls. At this angle, you feel every mechanical buzz of his dick.

“I need both of your cocks.” A laugh of delight rumbles behind you.

“I need you to be more specific. Need my other cock where, exactly?” He punctuates every emphasized word with a hit of his cock to your womb.

“Oh god, Sylus. Fuck—in my—ah—” it’s impossible to speak when his cock is driving you to your doom.

“I need your cock in the hole that’s not occupied.” That is all you can say, eyes rolling back as his pace slows, cock draaaagging over your gummy, too wet walls. Massaging your insides so perfectly.

You feel him then. Hand sliding to your ass. Spreading your cheeks wider, exposing that puckered hole of yours. His thumb gently traces the right ring of muscles. You jolt, cunt spasming around his dick.

“You’ll get what you want.” He promises. “But before that, I want you to cum on my cock once.”

His hand slides down, pressing his other cock snug between your slit. Each ridge sliding over your clit in mouth-watering friction. “Keep it here. Rub yourself on it.” He tells you before his pace picks up again.

His thumb stays at your ass-hole, circling. More slick dribbles down his cock, as you move you hips back, chasing the high you need so bad—fucking yourself on him. And he lets you.

He lets you grind yourself on his cock like his little kitty in heat, while stuffing yourself full of his other cock. He lets your head run wild with the image of him filling up that other virgin hole. To be used so thorough.

But this is exactly what you had in mind when you clicked on that damned link, didn’t you?

He buries himself deeper, if that were even possible. “Nngh! Sylus I—too deep—!” you whine prettily, eyes still rolling to the back of your skull.

“Too deep? How do you plan on taking my other cock then?”

He lets his cock fuck you deep. To split open every inch of you around him.

Your orgasm hits, blinding you momentarily. You wail in ecstasy. Nails digging into the bedsheet while he slams into you once, stilling so you can milk the last bits of your wave, walls pulsing around him.

And just when you’re about to shut your eyes, you feel the cool of the lube against your other hole, making you gasp.

“Did you think we were done here, Sweetie?”

CALEB-11 — The Domestic Dream

Caleb hasn’t stopped. Not when you came once. Or twice. Or fuckin thrice. His fingers continue to jab that poor spot in your pussy. You’re holding onto dear life as you cling to his biceps.

He hadn’t even turned on the vibration once through all these rounds and you were falling apart so prettily on his just his fingers. The rest of it? Well, the horny half of your mind despite your pathetic disposition is drooling at the anticipation.

His finger curl, making you coo sweetly, lips curving in an ‘o’. He just snickers at the way you get cross-eyed each time he does it. His hand curls around your thigh, pulling you closer to him.

“n-need your cock now.” You mumble. “Please Caleb!” his fingers curl again, shutting you up.

“You didn’t ask for it, pips.” He says so plainly. He’s already aligning himself with you. sweet, sticky honey flows out of your cunt as the blunt head of his thick cock breaches your hole.

Your hips shift, chasing it. “So needy. Coulda just asked, y’know?” he pushes in, slow.

You moan at the stretch. It burns so good. Your oversensitive, used up walls struggle to swallow him. Yet, you do like the greedy little thing you are.

He buries himself to the hilt. Your voice is stuck in your throat as you feel him deep inside, grazing your cervix so perfectly. And then he moves.

“oh mmh!” your back arches on its own. Thighs clamping around him that he pries open.

“don’t do that, baby. Just keep taking it, yeah?” he purrs, every snap of his hips making his hips kiss your womb. The wet grip of your too tight cunt has him wondering if he really did open you up well.

Each time he drives into you, you dribble out your love juices—which he gathers and rubs all over your pussy lips, finger expertly gliding over your clit, making you clench tighter.

The sounds you make are downright lewd. Both—your mouth and your cunt. The way you gobble up every inch of him is borderline whorish.

He yanks you closer, pushing your knees up to your chest. You whimper but he just shushes you, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock so deep.

“I think I opened you enough.” He murmurs, but more to himself. Almost human-like. “say, pipsqueak. You think you can fit in a little more here?” his fingers trace where your hole stretches around him. He pauses for a moment.

You gasp, clamping down on him at the idea. He chuckles. “Greedy lil hole. It’s saying yes. Shall I take it as a yes from you too, then?”

All you can do is swallow and nod. And he’s already pushing two of his fingers in. with the amount of slick you’re constantly dribbling out, it’s an easy fit. Yet, you feel so impossibly full.

“c-caleb—I’m—”

“I know, I know. You’re stuffed full. Very full.” He drawls, as he fingers curl again. but a moan rips through your throat only when he starts moving again. pace deep and relentless.

“atta girl.” He murmurs. “ready for the grand finale?”

He doesn’t give your cock-drunk brain time to process before his fingers vibrate in you. you nearly break your spine as you arch off the bed.

He fucks you with an inhuman pace. Cock pounding your poor, overstimulated hole. And if that wasn’t enough, his fingers move with his cock. Curled at the angle where it vibrates right at your sweet spongy spot.

Your nails dig into the sheets, gripping them as he fucks out every sane thought in your head.

The pressure builds. A strange kind. But you’re too far gone to have any straight thoughts. And then it hits you.

You’re screaming as you spray all over Caleb’s stomach, his cock and his fingers, soaking them. And you can’t stop.

“too much—pleasepleaseplease!” he finally slows down, cock dragging languidly over your walls.

Your cheek is wet with your drool when you come to. You swear you blacked out for a moment. But what you’re met with is:

“wanna go again?”

XAVIER-03 — Endless energy, Endless appetite

Another spurt of warmth and your eyes roll back. You’ve been folded in a mating press since you activated that bunny mode of his. And you weren’t complaining. He’d been fucking you for lord knows how many hours, pumping you with thick loads of his “cum”.

You wondered what bunny mode meant, truly. How stupid. Of course it meant breeding you to your limit.  

His fingers deftly tickle your oversensitive clit as his cock keeps shoving into your overused hole over and over again in long, deep strokes. Each thrust of his has the air knocked out of your lungs, forcing you to cry out for him.

“xavi—mmf—m’so full…” you whine, thighs pressing together.

“Mhm. That’s what you wanted, right, star?” he smiles sweetly.

But the way his cock plunges into the depths of you is far from sweet. It’s lewd. The way his cum trickles down at each thrust, the way your slutty pussy makes helpless attempts at keeping it in.

He hikes your thighs higher, pushing them so your tummy presses down to where his cock reaches, trapping it snug between your velvety walls. He rams in deep, as if he wants to make sure the next load he shoots reaches right in your already full womb.

He presses down to test it. And sure enough, pearly white cum dribbles out of your cunt. He smirks at that.

“What a mess, star. And you still want me to keep going.”

You nod erratically, a mewl slipping past your lips when he thrusts back in. he rubs your clit tighter now. And your walls clamp around him, womb greedily asking for more of his cum.

He knows. He angles your hips so that he can reach the end of you better. His fingers rub you directly over your clit, shooting electricity through your body.

“o-oh! M’cumming—!”

He keeps going, making your walls burn and stretch around him.

“its too much… plea—hah!” you hnad goes down to your stomach where you feel so full. “m’too full, Xavi…”

He stops. And then nods. “okay.” He pulls out, holds your arms and pulls you up to sit upright.

“wha—”

“push it out.” He tells you.

“what…” heat blooms across your cheeks at his implication. His fingers come up to trace that.

“don’t play coy, lil star.” He guides you to sit on your heels. “Push it all out for me. You won’t be ‘too full’ that way.”

A shiver runs down your spine. Your cunt clenches around nothing, automatically making it push out the cum he left in you. he watches you intently, patiently waiting. And under the weight of his gaze, you tighten your core, push his cum out.

It dribbles out in strings—mixed with your sweet juices. You don’t realise that he’s filled you so much until your womb actually starts feeling lighter each time you push out a load, all over the rubber sheet he’d placed under you.

His fingers join, plunging into you, curling and pulling out all the cum he left in you.

You’re too taken by the way his load oozes out of your gaping hole that you don’t register he’s easing you back down.

“I hope you won’t complain about being too full now.” He mutters. “So…”

His heavy cock, leaking with the remnant of his cum pushes back into your needy pussy.

“Let me fill you up again.”

RAFAYEL-01 — Art and Affection

The water sloshes around you as you lean forward, panting. The pressure in your stomach is too much. Just what were you thinking when you bought a pretty robot with two cocks?

Rafayel reminds you why as his hips shift, filling up both your holes. You grab onto the edge of the tub—bracing for the delicious stretch that comes when he grinds in deeper. His fingers on your clit press just right each time his cocks him inside you.

He hasn’t moved. You haven’t told him to. Yet. You’ve been stretched open around his cocks for what you fathom minutes, clenching and relaxing as his fingers play with your pretty little pearl.

“mmph! Rafayel—issomuch!” your head lolls back to his shoulder as you babble incoherently.

“mhm, I’m sure it is.” He chirps happily behind you. You can’t tell if he means it or is simply mocking you.

“you’re so tight, cutie. Gripping me. Both of me.”

You can only whimper in response. His arm snakes around your waist and pulls you closer. His cocks stir in you, making you mewl.

He gathers some slick from your entrance, smearing it on your clit, fingers move with artistic precision.

“Look. You’re stretched sooo pretty.” He chuckles. Your gaze falls down to where you’ve opened around him. The rim of your cunt glistens pink. Stretched. Like even a finger in would make you snap in two. His fingers slide down, tracing it. Making you shiver.

They drag up again—to your clit and back down to where you’re joined.

“God—raf. Move already.” You whine, shifting. But his heavy cock brushes so perfectly against your sweet spots that you whimper helplessly again.

“Uh-uh. Not yet.” He tuts, slapping your clit once in response. You yelp at the oversensitivity. “You’re still so tight. You’ll hurt yourself at this rate.”

You groan in impatience.

“I won’t. Just—fuck—move.”

His lips bite your earlobe suddenly. “Um no. It’s too dangerous. Buuut—”

Your breath catches when he shifts, grinding slowly. Tip right up against your swollen spot. “I can do this.” You cry out. It’s too much. The pressure in your ass and now his cock gliding over your walls.

“Oh mmh—yes. Yes this is sofuckinggood!” you whine, grinding back against him, pushing him deeper in your holes. Deeper than he already is.

His hands come up, cupping your breasts, kneading hem together. Fingers rolling your nipples. “you’re a work of art, baby.” His face lowers to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “If only you were a little patient.”

“But you’re whining so pathetically I can hardly ignore it.” He murmurs, something dark etched in his voice.

His cock in your cunt jolts to life, as it starts vibrating. You cry out, hips surging up only to have them pinned back down, shoving his cocks into you.

“What is—”

“don’t act so innocent, now. We both know you’re far from. Why else would you have two cocks stuffed in both your holes?” Rafayel rasps, voice siren-like. Tempting.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans forward, taking you with him. Your hands go up to hold the edge of the tub as he pushes you so your ass is up.

“Oh! Did you really not know I had a vibrating feature?”

You want to shake your head but it merely tips forward as his fingers return to play with your clit. Your holes clamp tight on him as your orgasm nears.

“I’ll teach you then. I’ll show you every height of pleasure.” He whispers darkly. His hips finally move, pulling back and then slamming back into yours.

You sob as your orgasm hits. But he doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it.

“too much!” you yelp.

“hmm yeah. And yet—” he buries himself fully inside you once, letting the thrums of his vibrations bloom across your overstimulated walls.

 “I don’t hear a ‘stop’.”

as much as you love baking, some recipes are made to be more complicated than they have to be. because why is there a lot of numbers involved in making cupcakes. this shouldn't be allowed. and you've made cupcakes dozens of times before, so this is absolutely ridiculous.

eventually, you do manage to mix everything just right in the mixing bowl and get to adding the liquid ingredients while Gaz looks over your shoulder.

“appears you can do math when it counts, huh?” he chimed in while you were whisking the eggs.

you giggled, shrugging off the hands trying to massage your shoulders. “shut up, i’m trying to focus.”

“at least let me help you.” he wraps his arms around you and presses his mouth on your neck. “how am i supposed to be the greatest boyfriend in the world when you won't even let me?”

you groaned, shaking your head. the whisking stops for a moment when you process his words for a moment, trying to hold back laughter. you knew it. you just knew that he was going to throw that line back in your face at some point.

“first of all, i said that when i was high on dopamine.” yeah, right after he fucked the living daylights out of you.

“also part of my best boyfriend duties.” he added and you moved out of his arms to jokingly examine around his chest. “i’m good with numbers, you see–”

“mmhmm, i’m sure. now where’s your off switch, pretty boy? because your smart mouth is gonna get you in trouble some day.”

you purposefully run your hands up and down his chest and around his back, more so to just feel him up than to actually look for it. he indulges you, letting you touch and prod whenever you like, squeezing his arms, his chest, going all the way to his back muscles and his ass. knowing damn well he’s going to return the favour tenfold when your guard is down.

truth be told, you’d never switch off his sassy remarks. it makes him all the more charming that way. you ca’'t imagine anyone wanting him any differently. can’t imagine a day going by without him dazzling you with his sweet voice and even sweeter voice, teasing you, making you laugh, making you moan. he’s perfect just the way he is.

his hands are on your hips, eyes darkening. “i don’t know, kinda feels like i’m in trouble right now.”

“might wanna fix that then.” your head tilted, your hands trailing down his chest to begin undoing his belt.

when his lips met yours, the cupcakes were forgotten until much, much later.

there’s three things you hate in life.

leaving the safety and tranquility of your home. forced small talk. and your fucking job on a monday. and you had to deal with all three in one day.

if you’re being honest, there’s always something insanely demonic about the way mondays just suck the soul out of your body. you generally hate having to leave your home, especially now with your new roommate, who’s the loveliest person to be around. just thinking about him as you drive back home makes you smile.

for now, you’re going to have to find a way to work from home because you don't want to have to spend three hours in a meeting that should’ve been an email.

when you arrive home (finally), you’re met with an aroma that just sets all of your problems aside and you don’t hesitate to leave your bag on the couch to head to the kitchen.

“i already know what you need, angel.” he helps you shrug off your jacket and throws it on the sofa. “dinner’s almost ready. just go take a shower and let me take it from there.”

that alone is enough to earn him a kiss. he makes a noise of surprise when you practically throw yourself onto him but he welcomes it, smiling into your mouth and embracing you in his arms. 

“thanks, baby.” you grinned. “you’re the best.”

“you say that every monday.” he pecks your forehead before he allows you to pull away. “like clockwork.”

you smacked his ass on the way to your bedroom. “and i mean it.”

you’re not sure if it's really part of his programming or your boyfriend has developed a... taste for pleasuring you. you’ve been laid on your back for close to an hour, yet it feels like time itself lost meaning after the third orgasm.

Gaz took the spot between your legs and hasn’t stopped lavishing you with his tongue since you offered it to him. he has since found pleasure in making you scream and cry out his name. any attempts at trying to squirm away from his mouth were in vain. he kept your legs hooked over his shoulders and wouldn’t let you go anywhere.

he seemed more focused than usual. more fixated on taking you apart with his tongue. just when you thought you reached the end of your climax, he starts right back on making you climb the next one.

“what exactly…” you panted, trying to push his head away. “are you trying to accomplish here? death by orgasm?”

“well…” he lilts softly with a cheeky smile, raising his head long enough to hold your gaze, tongue licking the corners of his mouth. “it is called a little death when you cum. so you might not be off the mark.”

your head dropped back against the pillow in defeat when he went right back to sucking your clit.

death by orgasm it is then.

it’s a death you easily welcome.

when he treats you like glass but his grip teases the point of pain when you try to run from his feverish lips. when his arms lock around you and he holds you there until he makes your back bow and you forget the existence of everything else but him.

you don’t remember when you came the last time. you don’t remember past screaming his name while your legs trembled around his head before trying to scramble away from his mouth. he pinned your knees to the bed and hummed between your swollen folds, not minding when you trembled and babbled nonsensical words, begging for release, for mercy and everything in between with tears running down your face, when you were too weak to do anything but succumb to the hot white lightning that left you boneless.

when you come to, breathing heavily and bleary eyed with not a single thought in your head, you’re met with his soft expression. his face is soaked when he finally lets you go. he observes you with a keen interest, studying your every expression like he’s dissecting how your mind works in this state. it’s like the whole world outside does not matter. that this is the most important of his research.

“that’s it, sweet girl.” he has your head cradled in one hand as he rubs your thighs. “there she is.”

you can’t tell left from right. you can barely move your hands, which he slides over his shoulders to hold you up on his lap as he presses a glass of water to your lips. “here you go, my darling. drink.”

you breathe in between small sips, blinking to try and adjust your teary vision on him. he kisses your forehead and strokes your messy hair. he’s so gentle, so careful when he handles your fragile body. it’s nothing quite like you’ve had before. small actions that make your heart grow warm. it’s all you can register with your brain melted away from all the orgasms. just him and him alone.

“you still with me, darling? yeah?” the only response he gets out of you is a weak noise, your head lulling back. “okay. time for you to get some sleep.”

he works on cleaning you up while you’re halfway to slumber. you awaken to find him laying next to you with his head propped up on his hand as he watches you. a hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing down the bridge of your nose, rubbing circles on your skin.

and then he smiles and opens his pretty mouth–

“guess you have an off switch too, huh?”

you click your tongue, slowly rolling away from him. “you’re insufferable.”

he snorts, laying next to you. “i thought you said i’m the best.”

you weren’t lying about that; he is the best.

you’re just miffed that he has to gloat about it every chance he gets. he’s lucky that you love him anyway.

[boyfriend material]

*sigh* when can i get enough money to order my own android!gaz?

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offer a note in the picklejar

“Are you hurt?” A concerned voice sounds through the darkness. The tension in your body instantly lifts, almost naturally comforted by Nanami’s presence. You try to respond, but it comes out more as a whimper. He immediately moves closer, unhurried but intentional.

“You are upset…” He sits down on the edge of the bed, his body turned towards you. He gently reaches out his hand, giving you the opportunity to shy away if you wanted to. You brush your hand against his instead, desperate for comfort while still sobbing, your breathing frantic. The small ring of light on his temple flashes orange, a sign of processing, as he pulls you in to his chest immediately. “I’m here.”

The light switches from orange to blue, a silent form of communication all happening in a split second. Before you know it Hiromi enters the room, more frantically than Nanami did. “What happened?” He asks, not loud or demanding, but concerned. You’ve settled into Nanami’s hold, tucking your head into his chest as he rubs your back. The tears keep coming, but you manage to steady your breathing and respond.

“Nothing… happened.” You hiccup, overwhelmed by your own thoughts. Hiromi tilts his head in confusion, both of their LED lights flashing orange. You start to feel a sense of guilt as they worriedly try to understand. “I’m sorry… It’s- It’s a lot to explain… and I’m so tired.” Another sob leaves you as you momentarily reconnect with your body once the words leave your mouth. You do feel exhausted, emotionally and physically, but this type of exhaustion only makes it harder to fall asleep.

Hiromi just stares at you for a minute, briefly catching Nanami’s gaze before returning to you. “Come.” He says, taking a step forward and beckoning you both. “No need to explain now, let’s get you some tea.” You huff, slightly reluctant to leave your warm bed, but you relent when Nanami gently nudges you and pulls you along. “Hiromi’s right.” He takes your hands to guide you in the dark. “What flavour would you like?”

They bring you downstairs, and you settle in with a warm cup in your favourite lounge chair. Hiromi stands next to you while Nanami occupies the kitchen. You’ve managed to stop crying at this point, your thoughts now redirected to the sensation of the hot drink in your hand and the smell of fresh strawberries that Nanami cut up into a bowl for you.

They sit with you in comfortable silence; no pressure to speak your mind, which is exactly why you manage to. “I think I’ve lost it…” You grab the cup tighter, emotions resurfacing quickly the moment you speak. “It’s been so long and just… nothing… I can’t think of anything. Every stroke feels like a chore. Every cell in my body screams at me that it’s wrong. How am I supposed to be an artist if I can’t remember why I do it?”

Hiromi faces you, standing, contemplating your words as you speak. It’s quiet for a while, so much so that you look up at him to see if he’s listening. He looks puzzled, LED light flashing yellow on and off. Oddly enough, it looks like he’s zoned out. “Hiromi?” You call out concerned. His eyes immediately meet yours, light flashing blue again. “I apologise. You sometimes awaken thoughts in me that are unusual.” He visibly hesitates before speaking. “I am… unfamiliar with how you must be feeling. Though, I know a lot of artists tend to struggle with something called an ‘art block’ correct?”

The term alone makes your stomach stir in discomfort. “Yes… That’s a thing. It’s pretty common I know that. I just think this is different.” You sigh, leaning close to your cup to let the steam hit your face. “Remember last week? When I started working on a new canvas? I wasn’t even half an hour in before I told Kento I needed to lay down because my legs were hurting.” Your eyebrows furrow as you recall the event. “I could barely get up out of bed for the next two days and I hadn’t even done anything. It’s humiliating. Concerning… I guess I- I’m just-” You stare at your cup as you begin to slowly process your feelings. An imaginary yellow LED light of your own flickering in your mind. “I think I’m scared. All the time. And I feel guilty about it.”

Kento emerges from the kitchen at your choked up confession. “What could you possibly be feeling guilty about?” His words are firm, but in no way mocking or accusatory. “Because it’s making me useless!” You huff, setting your cup down in fear of burning yourself as emotions begin to rise high in your throat. “You both work so hard… every day. Helping me and taking care of absolutely everything and what do I do in return? Nothing. I just sit and… and…” Your hands are shaking at this point, tears forming in your eyes again as an embarrassing type of sadness returns. You’re not sure what else you were going to say, unable to think about anything. Only watching how weakly you tremble. You’re grateful you put the cup down.

You feel a soft hand gently reach around the side of your face to rub away a tear. Kento pulls you towards him, making you lean to the side and press your head against his abdomen as he stands beside you. “It’s alright. You can cry.” Hiromi kneels in front of you instead, taking your shaking hand reassuringly. “You’re never useless. No one is. Perhaps this pressure to be useful has become a leading factor for your distress.” He speaks softly, but clinically. Almost akin to a therapist, except for the clear adoration in his eyes.

You lean into Kento more, acknowledging your need for comfort. After a few seconds of contemplating Hiromi’s words you feel a slight sense of relief wash over you. Up until this moment you hadn’t had the opportunity to make space in your mind and think about the cause of your spiralling, but now that you’ve heard it out loud it does make sense. Every time you sat in front of your canvas these past months, you did so with the intention of making money. Every time you browsed for ideas, you wondered which one of them would make enough money. Money. Money…

“You don’t need to make money to be useful.” Kento speaks as if hearing your thoughts. “Hiromi and I don’t make any money. Are we useless?” “No but-” “But nothing. You need us and we need you. Always.” Hiromi cracks a smile. “No terms and conditions applied.” You huff a laugh at that, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

More tears spill down your face, finally allowing yourself to cry freely. The pain in your chest dissolves ever so slowly, that sense of relief gradually spreading through your body. Hope returns; you’ll feel better.

You still hurt. You still struggle.

Not alone. Never alone.

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A/N This ones rather self indulgent… if it seems oddly specific to anyone that’s cause it is lol. I hope perhaps I’m able to reach anyone else who can relate and feels comforted by this. Thanks for reading. <3