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Ocular — Version 3
Preview // User Guide // More Info & Install
your favorite sidebar theme just got an upgrade, babeyyy
I went to update Ocular to make it NPF post-compliant and then my hand slipped and I redesigned the whole thing lmao. here's a brief update about Ocular 3; if you're looking for a full list of changes between versions 2 and 3, click the "Read More" below)
Ocular comes with the following features:
Colors: easily change the color scheme of your sidebar and posts using any colors you want
Post sizes: 400px, 500px, 540px, 600px, 700px
Sidebar: can be on the left, right, or above the posts. pick from a list of sidebar sizes, header image heights, and avatar shapes
Fonts: 20 different fonts, sizes 13px to 18px
Background: solid, gradient, full-size image or repeating image
Links: choose either regular navigation or drop-down navigation. unlimited custom links (visit the help desk FAQ for a tutorial) and ability to rename home, ask, submit, and archive links
Endless scroll, custom ask box text, Tumblr's full-width controls and search bar, optional header, avatar, and favicon images
if you already have Ocular installed, version 3 should be coming at you as soon as the update passes the theme garden. if you installed this theme with GitHub, you'll have to re-install manually.
now let's get to the fun stuff. what's new in version 3?
wow, do I have some updates for you!
1. goodbye color schemes, hello post background and text colors
you can now directly control the color of the posts rather than relying on color schemes to do it. want your posts to be a very specific shade of navy? all yours, buddy. go wild (make sure it's readable tho)
2. hello, color schemes! wait I thought we got rid of that guy
a lot of the color schemes I made became redundant now that the new post background/text color options exist. if you were married to the old color schemes, all of them can be recreated using those options. so the new color scheme options are as follows:
"My colors" — uses the colors you picked for post background/text
"Light preset" and "dark preset" — sets the posts to white with black text, or off-black with white text
"Translucent" — uses the colors you choose for post background/text, but makes the post backgrounds semi-transparent. there are NINE different translucent color schemes, ranging from 90% (only slightly see-through) to 10% (VERY see through)
3. navigation dropdown option
you can either use the sidebar links like they were before, or you can turn them into a cute little dropdown (helpful if you have lots of links or links with long titles!) you can enable this using the "use dropdown navigation" setting. you can also customize the label for the dropdown using the "dropdown menu label" setting. for instance, the dropdown on my blog currently says "oooh you wanna click me"
4. RIP google fonts I always hated your load times
decided to stop using Google Fonts and instead I'm providing the font files directly in the code. this will help speed up load times drastically when using custom fonts, plus I don't have to use Google. win-win! there's quite a bit of coverage overlap with the old fonts, but some of them that were too similar to each other got the ax. I also added all of the system fonts as options (hit classics like Arial, Georgia, and Comic Sans MS are now available TO YOU!)
5. more layout, sizing, and spacing options
the sidebar used to be either on the center-left, center-right, or above the posts; now it can go in the top-left or top-right! you can now control the border radius on the posts and sidebar. the header height, sidebar width, and post spacing all have additional options.
6. some options have been renamed for additional clarity
"background color 1" -> "background color"
"background color 2" -> "gradient background color"
"background" -> "background style"
"font override" -> "use body font everywhere"
"title" -> "sidebar title"
"description" -> "sidebar description"
"ask box text" -> "custom HTML above ask box"
7. removed some options
you win some, you lose some. I removed the uppercase sidebar links, theme credit, and inline media spacing options, mostly for redundancy reasons or because they produced unclear results.
8. as previously stated, now NPF-compliant
Ocular was ALMOST compliant with Tumblr's new post format, but had a few tweaks that needed to be ironed out. they're now ironed.
9: now user-friendly right out of the box
I updated the default color and content options, so new users installing this theme will have a much easier time using and customizing it immediately. no more ugly ass green background!
10. and finally, new JS
I had to rewrite some of the javascript for this theme, which turned into me rewriting ALL of the javascript. doing so meant that I could eliminate dependencies on third-party JS libraries and run the whole thing on plain JS. that should improve load times!!
bonus: custom CSS can do some nifty stuff now
want to change the size of your avatar? you can do that now! just do this to your Advanced > Add custom CSS section
super helpful if you're using the Avatar shape: Uncropped setting and you need your image to be a specific size (like a pixelated GIF)
for more info, check out the Ocular user guide. thanks for reading my updates!! hope you all have a fantastic start to your 2024 ❤️
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“For starters, most heterosexual porn isn’t targeted at women, with the vast majority being directed and produced by men, for men, featuring sexual acts that aren’t intended to be pleasurable for women.” - this isn’t from an anti-porn article, quite the opposite.
This shit is honestly pretty surreal if you look at it. It’s just seen as normal – most porn depicts acts that aren’t intended to feel good for the woman, which is a nice way to say that they’re meant to be either utterly servile or painful. And most men find it attractive. They thoroughly enjoy the idea of you being uncomfortable and it’s seen as the norm. Your boyfriends all think female discomfort and pain is sexy. They don’t have to be doms, sadists or otherwise deviant, they’re just normal plain Joes. Fucking mind boggling.
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lookbook: dark academia
look 1: top | pants | shoes
look 2: dress | fishnets | shoes
look 3: top | pants
look 4: top | skirt | shoes
look 5: top | skirt | shoes
I actually put this together 2 years ago, posting it now because Halloween 🎃👻
thanks for the stunning cc @clumsyalienn @trillyke @mlyssimblr @arethabee @helgatisha @sentate @aharris00britney
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okay my lil 2 cents for any new users here from twitter:
x graphics on tumblr look best at 540px width. if you post a full screen without adjusting the canvas size to reflect that width, it might look a little off. in my opinion, screens look better when they’re adjusted because you can play with framing more, but at the end of the day it’s entirely up to you!
x this is an old img posting guide but it’s still relative:
x if you do photo sets, they’re going to look visually cleaner in a vertical format. you can freely move images before posting them to either sit on top of each other or side by side.
x there’s no algorithm here, the movement of content is entirely user driven, so if you like someone’s work please reblog it!
x if anyone else has anything to add, please feel free! 💕
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✨New Blog Layout✨
This is actually a revamp of one of my first layouts for the blog!
As per tradition, the layout uses a vertical carousel (tutorial by @yeoli-thm) with the new addition of a search page that includes quick links to certain search terms. I also changed the layout of the corresponding pages, and I personally think this design is a lot cleaner and easier on the eyes than the previous layout.
I’ve been busy with life the past few months so it’s been difficult to code something new. Now that I have some free time, I figured I should at least start with revamping my layout, and I’m quite proud of how well it turned out! 😊
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New look for nonspace themes
Inspired by web brutalism, emo nostalgia and old web core. The theme has a landing page with all important links and three different color palettes: dark mode (default), light mode for readability and burn-your-eyes-out-you-wish-you-hadn't-seen-that mode (have fun exploring that).
Also new! a themes gallery with all my themes and their respective links for easier access.
If you find any bugs or issues, please create a GitHub issue here, or send me a message.
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Theme 2.2: Kiss by enbythemes
preview | code | credits
Second updated theme! This isn’t my most favorite code I ever released, but reworking this has made me appreciate this theme a lot more and I like how it turned out. I kept the same simple look, but gave the code the much needed update it needed. And of course, now with a light/dark toggle for accessibility.
features and options:
responsive
light/dark toggle
change the sidebar image size for a more unique look: 75px / 100px / 150px / 200px / 275px (full sidebar width)
post sizes: 400px / 450px / 500px / 540px
three custom sidebar links, as well as endless with tumblr pages
optional image filters on dark mode
npf support
credits:
Google Fonts
Phosphor Icons
full credits
notes:
ask link will only appear if you have then enabled
the tumblr customization page is buggy. be sure to save and view on your blog before sending me any message about problems
terms | tip jar | discord
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theme 81 / preview - get the code on github
minimal theme with custom post & font sizes, custom font family, unnested captions and a lot of colour options
sidebar with an icon (60x60) and description
popup with title, icon (60x60), navigation, text area, statistics and an image (size dependent on post size)
read my terms of use. please reblog if you plan on using!
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Learn to articulate how you're feeling without accusing anyone of having bad intentions. You can say "I'm afraid of being alone" without saying "you're just going to leave me like everyone else." You can say "I need some reassurance" without saying "you probably don't love me anymore." You can say "I'm afraid I've hurt your feelings and I'd like to talk it through" without saying "you don't even like me anymore." You can say "I want to spend more time with you" without saying "you've gotten tired of me." You can say "I feel misunderstood" without saying "you always judge me." Try not to let your emotions get the best of you. Have a conversation focused on finding solutions instead of escalating the conflict.
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My sibling is alt-right and extremely hateful about his beliefs. He goes on tirades about liberal agendas and screams and insults me and our other family members when we attempt to debate with him. I live with him and being around him negatively impacts my mental health, especially with me being part of some of the groups he hates so much. I don’t know what to do. I feel so much hatred for him, but he’s my brother and we used to be close.
Members of the so-called “alt right” or “manosphere” actually bear very strong similarities to cult members - they become increasingly rigid in their beliefs, they have decreasing tolerance for ambiguity (everything starts to become either right or wrong, with no room for grey areas), they become increasingly preoccupied with “purity” of thought, their beliefs start to become the core of their personal identity, they accept the word of thought leaders without question or critical thinking, their relationships with family and friends deteriorate, and they often experience negative consequences at work or school as a direct result of their beliefs.
Dealing with a friend or family member who has joined the alt-right is very different from dealing with a family member who is dabbling with the idea of voting Conservative for economic reasons, or dealing with a family member who erroneously believes that Game of Thrones isn’t very good. Reasoned discussion and laying out your point of view will not work here. The tactics that you need to use with him are actually the tactics used to deprogram cult members, which includes things like:
Do not debate him. Never debate a cult member under any circumstances. It’s a complete waste of time for everybody involved, and it only serves to further entrench him in his toxic beliefs. Cult members do not approach debates in good faith - they are not open to having their minds changed, and they have no intention of ever listening to the other side. Cult members use debate as a tool to recruit people with possibly like-minded beliefs, or as a tool to gather evidence that the “other side” is delusional. The more you debate, the harder he will fight to come up with justifications for his beliefs, and the more satisfaction he will get from feeling like he is defending his “side” from attack. Shut down all debate with him. If he tries to start a debate, redirect immediately. If he makes an inflammatory statement at the dinner table, respond with something non-committal ( “hmmmmm”, “is that so?”, “okay” ) and immediately change the subject. Don’t get sucked in. No matter how hard he tries to open up a debate, deflect, shut him down, or walk away.
Treat him with detached politeness. I know that it is very difficult not to get visibly upset when someone is insulting the very core of who you are as a person and what you believe, but but you have to stay calm and detached here. Do not let him see that he is upsetting you. When he is going on rants about his beliefs, treat him like a child who is explaining the rules to a video game that you don’t particularly care about - have an air of detached boredom, and no matter how hostile he gets, respond only with politeness. Remember, part of the core beliefs he’s being fed is that people outside of the alt-right are “emotional”, and that his beliefs are “triggering” to those people. Give him no evidence to suggest that is true. Stonewall him. Give him nothing but bored stoicism in response to his outbursts. No matter how much he escalates or how horrifying his beliefs get, always act as though you are having a polite conversation about the weather with a stranger at Starbucks. If he tells you that women should should be property and gays should be killed, respond only with a polite “Well, I suppose that’s one perspective”, or “Yes, I believe you have mentioned this before”. Nothing takes the wind out of a cult member’s sails faster than being treated with calm politeness when they are expecting a fight.
Do not insult him or the people who share his beliefs. The glue that holds cults together is a persecution complex. Cults absolutely thrive on being persecuted for their beliefs, and they depend on it to keep members from leaving. “People outside this group hate you and they will treat you much worse than we will” is the message that keeps people from leaving hateful cults, all the way up until the Kool-Aid is served. He is being fed the message by his fellow cult members that he is hated for who he is - a, presumably, straight white man - and that “Liberals” hate him so much that they want to take away the things he is “owed” (money, power, security, etc) and give it away to undeserving minorities who haven’t really “earned” it. Give him no evidence to suggest that this is true. Refrain from insulting him, or insulting the people he views as thought leaders or role models. You can definitely express your political opinions and make it clear that you are not buying into your brother’s worldview, but keep things direct and refrain from personal attacks. If he is gloating about the president to intentionally get a rise out of you, a simple “I disagree with his policies” is all you have to say - launching into attacks about the president’s looks, family, mannerisms or intelligence is fuel for your brother’s hateful beliefs. Remember that when it comes to your brother, you are not acting in the role of a left-wing activist facing off against a dangerous right-wing activist with a platform. You are a concerned family member dealing with a family member who has gotten involved in a cult.
Ask polite questions, but do not engage directly with his beliefs. Do not read any of the reading material he recommends, listen to any of the podcasts he puts forward or view any of the videos he asks you to watch; it might be tempting to do so just to prove that you are engaging with him in “good faith” and that you have given his views an “honest try”, but this is a mistake. There is no such thing as “good faith” or intellectual honesty when it comes to cults, and there is nothing to gain from engaging in their propaganda. Do not treat anything produced or recommended by a cult as if it has value, because it does not. When he provides you with something he wants to you read, behave as though a young child has just handed you a live earthworm - thank him for the gesture, but decline to accept. Engaging with propaganda just legitimizes it, and gives him more ammunition to hunker down in his beliefs. When you do ask questions of his beliefs, be detached and polite. If he is ranting that all women are whores, ask him what the basis is for that belief. You are not looking to debate him or get a rise out of him - don’t fire back with counter-points, but make a polite, disinterested noise of acknowledgement, or ask for further clarification. You are merely looking for holes in his reasoning, or gaps where he doesn’t have evidence to back up what he says. You don’t need to point these holes out to him - there will be many. When he is unable to be specific, once again, make a polite acknowledgement ( “Interesting.” ) and move on.
Emphasize how much you miss your former relationship with him. Tell your brother that you miss him. Be specific - talk about the things that you used to do together, and the ways that he used to be involved in your life. If he tries to deflect and start talking about his beliefs again, or how he can’t be involved with you anymore because of your own beliefs or identity, don’t engage. Go back to talking about how you miss the relationship you used to have with him. If he insults you, pretend you didn’t hear him and remind him of a happy memory or a fun thing that you used to do together. It can take a really long time to have success with this tactic, but your brother does remember the relationship he used to have with you, and it is possible to remind him of what he is missing out on by continuing with his hateful beliefs. The idea is to take his beliefs out of the equation as much as possible - make him miss the relationship that he used to have. Any attempt at mending the relationship on his end will necessarily require that he get less extreme in his beliefs - it’s difficult to pursue a close relationship with someone and still insult them.
Remind him of normal life outside the cult. People in the alt-right - and other cults - tend to become hyper-focused only on issues that concern the cult, and begin to forget about normal life. Your brother is likely spending a lot of time and focus on things like the “sexual marketplace”, abortion rights, refugees, gay rights, female superhero movies etc. Bring him back to earth as often as you can with reminders of things that are outside the scope of the alt-right, and are minimally politically charged. Start a conversation about a new restaurant that is opening up in your town. Show him a funny cat video. Ask him if he’s seen a minimally controversial movie. Constant reminds of normalcy can gradually help him realize how hyper-focused he has become on a few small issues, and remind him that his worldview and priorities are incredibly skewed.
Protect your own mental health. Living with a cult member is exhausting. The combination of fending off the insults, being bombarded with hate rhetoric and missing the person they used to be is exhausting. Make sure you are protecting your own mental health. Take breaks. Leave the house and spend time with other people. Lean on friends and other family members for support. Take care of yourself. Getting someone out of a cult is a marathon, not a sprint, and it’s important to conserve your energy. It can take up to five years to get someone to fully leave cult beliefs behind. Be patient.
One of the hard parts about dealing with alt-right family members is that people make the mistake of approaching them as a political movement, when it is more appropriate to address them as a cult. The way that they operate is much more similar to the dynamics of a cult than the dynamics of a mainstream political movement, and deprogramming techniques are your best bet for getting your family member back. I highly recommend that you and your family read up on cults and the tactics used to get people out of them. It is especially helpful to read testimony from people who have escaped cults or successfully been persuaded to leave them - if possible, look for materials from people who have left the alt-right, and try to present this material to your brother. This is an incredibly difficult thing for a family to go through, and I highly recommend that you seek out other families who are dealing with similar situations - you are far from alone here.
Best of luck to all of you.
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Farmer Kita and the nymph
✎ summary: Farmer Kita has lost his sickle. A nymph returns it to him.
✎ wordcount: 1900 aprox
✎ genre, tropes and warnings: outdoor sex, impregnation/breeding, slight corruption kink, loss of virginity, succubus or supernatural beings, kind of sex pollen i guess, inaccurate depictions of sex, use of the word “cunt” in its literal meaning
✎ a/n: it’s already that time of the year where i cope with the November blues by writing fanfic. I’ve been working on a Sakusa smut, but my Sakusa simply refuses to have sex with anyone unless I write 300k of context beforehand, so I kind of gave up on him and finished up this Kita idea i’ve had for some time now. This is based on the legends that i used to read for class in high school (obviously there wasnt any sex in those stories, they were only about honor trials and little else) i thought they would fit my favorite anime farmer just perfectly
✎ small disclaimer: i have no idea if rice farmers in Japan even use sickles, i haven't bothered to research what kind of tools they use bc in the end it's not really relevant for a cringy smut fic.
enjoy!
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
He’s already forgotten his grandmother’s words, but their meaning still lingers somewhere deep inside his heart.
Ever since he was a little kid, he’s never stopped behaving as if someone were watching. It’s how he always knows what to do, how to act, no matter the circumstances. He’s kept doing it even after his grandmother’s death, to the point it’s second-nature now.
Kita has looked around for his lost sickle everywhere.
In every room of his empty house, around the fields, even downtown where the elders stop to chat under the shade of the trees.
Eventually, he walks up the hill that leads to the forest, following the creek upstream to its source at the top. There is a clearing of great beauty and peaceful atmosphere there, right at the spring where the river begins. The trees become sparse, and the eye immediately focuses on the cold water that steadily pours down glistening rocks.
It’s the sunset, and the late afternoon light shines around Kita and plays with the tree leaves that flutter in the breeze. They’re waving at him, as if welcoming him there. And there, washing her fingertips on the chill water, he sees her: the nymph.
Of course, Kita has never seen a nymph before. No one has, to his knowledge. But Kita still recognizes her, because she looks just like his grandmother’s tales said: long hair, luscious lips, a face round and full of color, like a ripened apple. She’s dressed in white silk and gold, barefoot on the grass. Her silhouette, sinuous like the trees swaying in the wind, is bathed in a soft glowing light.
Kita looks at her. He’s never seen anything like this in his life. And he might have already forgotten his grandmother’s words and tales, but he still knows he shouldn’t stare. However, he’s unable —perhaps, unwilling— to tear his eyes away from the otherworldly creature in front of him.
The nymph speaks with a voice as clear as the creek water. At her words, the rocks in the spring behind her crack and open. The entrance to a cave appears just underneath.
“Go down and you will find what you have lost, farmer.”
Kita would have known what to do even if the nymph hadn’t spoken to him, but he still thinks he’s blessed to have heard her voice. He steps down.
It’s cold and humid inside the cave. The walls are dripping with stream water. The sound of his own footsteps reverberate in the slits and crevices, and guide him directly to the place where he already knows what he’ll find:
A gold sickle.
A silver sickle.
And his own old, worn-out iron sickle.
Just like in the tales he’s heard so many times.
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
Others might be tempted by the gold, but not him. He knows exactly what to do.
When he gets out, iron sickle in hand, the nymph smiles at him.
“I knew there was honor in your heart.”
Raising a hand in the air, she gestures at him. Her movement draws him in as if pulled by an invisible string, and he finds himself dropping his sickle on the ground and rushing to kneel down right next to where she is sitting. He brings his hands to her face, and his lips to hers. He kisses her softly. She is warm. He pushes the silk and gold fabric out of the way. Wide hips welcome him: it’s a glorious sight. The nymph opens her legs. Kita has never been this close to a woman before, but he still knows exactly what to do.
He brings his lips to the nymph’s cunt which glistens like the crystalline spring behind them. Kita sucks on her folds, drinks the pleasure that oozes from her as if it could quench his thirst. She’s squirming under him, so he can tell he’s doing a good job.
The nymph grabs him by his whitening hair, pulls his head away from her and locks eyes with him.
“Now, farmer.”
Kita knows exactly what to do.
He rushes to undo the fastening on his pants. The nymph positions herself, her glorious dripping cunt in the air for him to admire, and he has to repress the urge to flatten his tongue against the glistening folds once again, because he knows that is not his duty now. Kita rubs the bulbous head of his cock on her silky warmth. The nymph twitches and wiggles under him. He pushes forward. His cock hardly breaches past her entrance, reaching barely one centimeter deep, met with unexpected resistance from how tight her cunt is, despite everything. Kita frowns, and stops for a moment, and the nymph lets out a desperate whimper. She is eager to receive him. More than that, she is thoroughly unafraid.
Kita knows that nymphs observe the men of the Earth, and then, at sunset, come to the mortal’s realm searching for those who are pure of heart. A man who passes the nymph’s trial might get the chance to breed her with his seed, for nymphs look to produce offspring only from virtuous humans. If he fails, he will never see the light of day again.
Encountering a virgin nymph, however, is rare even among those few lucky ones who do get such a chance. Besides, virgins are known to present the hardest trials. They’re highly demanding of the men’s virtues and abilities. But Kita doesn’t think the trial he faced was difficult at all, and he doesn’t think any higher of himself for it either. Kita only does what must be done, every single day of his life. It’s his unchanging principle, and he follows it no matter what.
Kita grabs the nymph‘s hips and prepares to thrust again. He reaches a little further inside her cunt this time, and she lets out a scream as his cock finally breaches her tight entrance, her folds parting to make space for his girth. Kita can feel the nymph’s warmth hugging his cock, soaked and tight around him, throbbing with arousal. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, he pushes further deep inside her one third time and splits her open once again.
The nymph’s body falls limp on the grass, and she whimpers weakly as she lays there. Her limbs tremble when she attempts to hold herself up. Kita can feel it. He’s reached the end of her wet cunt. Her warmth is wrapped around him, pulsating at the intrusion, her previously tight folds now open wide around his girth.
Grabbing onto her hips again, he feels as if he can’t control himself. He begins to thrust inside. The nymph whimpers. Kita rolls his hips, his cock making its way in a new angle inside her cunt, splitting her further apart. The scream that rips from deep inside her throat is pleasured this time. Kita can feel the wetness surrounding his cock as the nymph squeezes around him, pushing back into each thrust like she wants the imprint of his cock inside of her.
Kita quietly observes the ethereal being that lays under him and wishes he could ruin her with his cock. He knows that is impossible, though. That is simply not how it works for the nymphs, who are creatures made to breed. This creature’s whimpers work like an enchantment in Kita’s ears, urging him to push deeper. Her wetness flows down her legs from her cunt, sticking to Kita’s skin with every thrust. Her cunt sucks him in as if her body wanted to be permanently impaled with his cock. Kita feels as if he’s forgotten everything about what brought him here, to the clearing in the forest at sunset. His mind has been overridden with lust.
A quick look at the nymph’s face and Kita sees her furrowed brow. Her eyes are open wide, almost with disbelief, as if she couldn’t have predicted he would fuck her this good. Kita feels something akin to pride swell up in his chest. He loves a job well done.
“Shinsuke…!”
Kita doesn’t question how the nymph knows his name, only rejoices in the sound of it in her voice, among pleasured moans.
“Shinsuke…! Shinsuke…!”
As it turns out, Kita is discovering there is something he didn’t already know: nymphs are more human than anyone would imagine. This one looks almost like a woman, nearly vulgar just as she is: thrown on the ground, slender fingers digging into the earth for dear life as Kita pounds into her. The delicate silk of her dress is getting dirty; her hair, tousled, and her screams, louder and louder by the minute. Kita can’t help but imagine how much more refined she’d looked if he was fucking her under the clean white sheets of his own bed, a place she wouldn’t belong in anyway. He knows the nymph doesn’t care. There is only one thing she wants from Kita, and he can already feel it coming, deep from within.
She clenches around his throbbing cock, and Kita can’t hold it in anymore. It’s time to finally fulfill his duty: a thick load of semen spurts from his cock, and the moment the first drop comes into contact with her insides, she immediately feels it. She knows. She screams. As if suddenly touched by a magic spell, her eyes go blank in ecstasy, her fists pound the ground beneath her and she clenches around him even harder, milking Kita’s cock for all its worth. It’s not hard to tell she’s cumming too, but Kita feels too dizzy in the head to think about it.
The spill of his cum inside her feels neverending, ropes and ropes of hot seed spurting from deep inside him directly into her womb until she’s so full of it it all threatens to spill out. She lets out a content sigh when he’s finally done, and Kita knows he’s done a good job.
As strong and healthy as Kita is, he, somehow, feels devoid of energy all of a sudden. But he has no time to be alarmed about it, because his limbs falter under him and he drops to the ground, all his weight laying on top of the nymph. He stays there, practically unable to move, his softening cock plugging her up, until the exhaustion gets the best of him, and he finds himself surrendering to the darkness of sleep.
He awakens in his bed, disoriented, and with no memory at all of the past night’s events. He only knows he spent the entire night dreaming, which is odd for him.
A soft light grazes his white blankets through the window. His house is empty, as always. It’s early in the morning, and Kita must follow his everyday routine. He gets up and washes his face. He makes the bed carefully, and walks into his kitchen.
On his table, three sickles lay atop the wood. Kita barely blinks at the sight. A gold sickle, a silver sickle, and his own old, worn-out, iron sickle. The sight tingles at something in his head but is otherwise unsurprising to him, almost as if he were expecting it. He remembers having lost his sickle the day before, though.
Kita picks up each sickle, examines them from up close. It’s odd he had such vivid dreams last night.
Kita still can’t recall his grandmother’s words, but deep inside he knows: someone out there is always watching. Someone is rewarding him for all his hard work.
a/n: thanks for reading!
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Farmer Kita and the nymph
✎ summary: Farmer Kita has lost his sickle. A nymph returns it to him.
✎ wordcount: 1900 aprox
✎ genre, tropes and warnings: outdoor sex, impregnation/breeding, slight corruption kink, loss of virginity, succubus or supernatural beings, kind of sex pollen i guess, inaccurate depictions of sex, use of the word “cunt” in its literal meaning
✎ a/n: it’s already that time of the year where i cope with the November blues by writing fanfic. I’ve been working on a Sakusa smut, but my Sakusa simply refuses to have sex with anyone unless I write 300k of context beforehand, so I kind of gave up on him and finished up this Kita idea i’ve had for some time now. This is based on the legends that i used to read for class in high school (obviously there wasnt any sex in those stories, they were only about honor trials and little else) i thought they would fit my favorite anime farmer just perfectly
✎ small disclaimer: i have no idea if rice farmers in Japan even use sickles, i haven't bothered to research what kind of tools they use bc in the end it's not really relevant for a cringy smut fic.
enjoy!
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
He’s already forgotten his grandmother’s words, but their meaning still lingers somewhere deep inside his heart.
Ever since he was a little kid, he’s never stopped behaving as if someone were watching. It’s how he always knows what to do, how to act, no matter the circumstances. He’s kept doing it even after his grandmother’s death, to the point it’s second-nature now.
Kita has looked around for his lost sickle everywhere.
In every room of his empty house, around the fields, even downtown where the elders stop to chat under the shade of the trees.
Eventually, he walks up the hill that leads to the forest, following the creek upstream to its source at the top. There is a clearing of great beauty and peaceful atmosphere there, right at the spring where the river begins. The trees become sparse, and the eye immediately focuses on the cold water that steadily pours down glistening rocks.
It’s the sunset, and the late afternoon light shines around Kita and plays with the tree leaves that flutter in the breeze. They’re waving at him, as if welcoming him there. And there, washing her fingertips on the chill water, he sees her: the nymph.
Of course, Kita has never seen a nymph before. No one has, to his knowledge. But Kita still recognizes her, because she looks just like his grandmother’s tales said: long hair, luscious lips, a face round and full of color, like a ripened apple. She’s dressed in white silk and gold, barefoot on the grass. Her silhouette, sinuous like the trees swaying in the wind, is bathed in a soft glowing light.
Kita looks at her. He’s never seen anything like this in his life. And he might have already forgotten his grandmother’s words and tales, but he still knows he shouldn’t stare. However, he’s unable —perhaps, unwilling— to tear his eyes away from the otherworldly creature in front of him.
The nymph speaks with a voice as clear as the creek water. At her words, the rocks in the spring behind her crack and open. The entrance to a cave appears just underneath.
“Go down and you will find what you have lost, farmer.”
Kita would have known what to do even if the nymph hadn’t spoken to him, but he still thinks he’s blessed to have heard her voice. He steps down.
It’s cold and humid inside the cave. The walls are dripping with stream water. The sound of his own footsteps reverberate in the slits and crevices, and guide him directly to the place where he already knows what he’ll find:
A gold sickle.
A silver sickle.
And his own old, worn-out iron sickle.
Just like in the tales he’s heard so many times.
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
Others might be tempted by the gold, but not him. He knows exactly what to do.
When he gets out, iron sickle in hand, the nymph smiles at him.
“I knew there was honor in your heart.”
Raising a hand in the air, she gestures at him. Her movement draws him in as if pulled by an invisible string, and he finds himself dropping his sickle on the ground and rushing to kneel down right next to where she is sitting. He brings his hands to her face, and his lips to hers. He kisses her softly. She is warm. He pushes the silk and gold fabric out of the way. Wide hips welcome him: it’s a glorious sight. The nymph opens her legs. Kita has never been this close to a woman before, but he still knows exactly what to do.
He brings his lips to the nymph’s cunt which glistens like the crystalline spring behind them. Kita sucks on her folds, drinks the pleasure that oozes from her as if it could quench his thirst. She’s squirming under him, so he can tell he’s doing a good job.
The nymph grabs him by his whitening hair, pulls his head away from her and locks eyes with him.
“Now, farmer.”
Kita knows exactly what to do.
He rushes to undo the fastening on his pants. The nymph positions herself, her glorious dripping cunt in the air for him to admire, and he has to repress the urge to flatten his tongue against the glistening folds once again, because he knows that is not his duty now. Kita rubs the bulbous head of his cock on her silky warmth. The nymph twitches and wiggles under him. He pushes forward. His cock hardly breaches past her entrance, reaching barely one centimeter deep, met with unexpected resistance from how tight her cunt is, despite everything. Kita frowns, and stops for a moment, and the nymph lets out a desperate whimper. She is eager to receive him. More than that, she is thoroughly unafraid.
Kita knows that nymphs observe the men of the Earth, and then, at sunset, come to the mortal’s realm searching for those who are pure of heart. A man who passes the nymph’s trial might get the chance to breed her with his seed, for nymphs look to produce offspring only from virtuous humans. If he fails, he will never see the light of day again.
Encountering a virgin nymph, however, is rare even among those few lucky ones who do get such a chance. Besides, virgins are known to present the hardest trials. They’re highly demanding of the men’s virtues and abilities. But Kita doesn’t think the trial he faced was difficult at all, and he doesn’t think any higher of himself for it either. Kita only does what must be done, every single day of his life. It’s his unchanging principle, and he follows it no matter what.
Kita grabs the nymph‘s hips and prepares to thrust again. He reaches a little further inside her cunt this time, and she lets out a scream as his cock finally breaches her tight entrance, her folds parting to make space for his girth. Kita can feel the nymph’s warmth hugging his cock, soaked and tight around him, throbbing with arousal. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, he pushes further deep inside her one third time and splits her open once again.
The nymph’s body falls limp on the grass, and she whimpers weakly as she lays there. Her limbs tremble when she attempts to hold herself up. Kita can feel it. He’s reached the end of her wet cunt. Her warmth is wrapped around him, pulsating at the intrusion, her previously tight folds now open wide around his girth.
Grabbing onto her hips again, he feels as if he can’t control himself. He begins to thrust inside. The nymph whimpers. Kita rolls his hips, his cock making its way in a new angle inside her cunt, splitting her further apart. The scream that rips from deep inside her throat is pleasured this time. Kita can feel the wetness surrounding his cock as the nymph squeezes around him, pushing back into each thrust like she wants the imprint of his cock inside of her.
Kita quietly observes the ethereal being that lays under him and wishes he could ruin her with his cock. He knows that is impossible, though. That is simply not how it works for the nymphs, who are creatures made to breed. This creature’s whimpers work like an enchantment in Kita’s ears, urging him to push deeper. Her wetness flows down her legs from her cunt, sticking to Kita’s skin with every thrust. Her cunt sucks him in as if her body wanted to be permanently impaled with his cock. Kita feels as if he’s forgotten everything about what brought him here, to the clearing in the forest at sunset. His mind has been overridden with lust.
A quick look at the nymph’s face and Kita sees her furrowed brow. Her eyes are open wide, almost with disbelief, as if she couldn’t have predicted he would fuck her this good. Kita feels something akin to pride swell up in his chest. He loves a job well done.
“Shinsuke…!”
Kita doesn’t question how the nymph knows his name, only rejoices in the sound of it in her voice, among pleasured moans.
“Shinsuke…! Shinsuke…!”
As it turns out, Kita is discovering there is something he didn’t already know: nymphs are more human than anyone would imagine. This one looks almost like a woman, nearly vulgar just as she is: thrown on the ground, slender fingers digging into the earth for dear life as Kita pounds into her. The delicate silk of her dress is getting dirty; her hair, tousled, and her screams, louder and louder by the minute. Kita can’t help but imagine how much more refined she’d looked if he was fucking her under the clean white sheets of his own bed, a place she wouldn’t belong in anyway. He knows the nymph doesn’t care. There is only one thing she wants from Kita, and he can already feel it coming, deep from within.
She clenches around his throbbing cock, and Kita can’t hold it in anymore. It’s time to finally fulfill his duty: a thick load of semen spurts from his cock, and the moment the first drop comes into contact with her insides, she immediately feels it. She knows. She screams. As if suddenly touched by a magic spell, her eyes go blank in ecstasy, her fists pound the ground beneath her and she clenches around him even harder, milking Kita’s cock for all its worth. It’s not hard to tell she’s cumming too, but Kita feels too dizzy in the head to think about it.
The spill of his cum inside her feels neverending, ropes and ropes of hot seed spurting from deep inside him directly into her womb until she’s so full of it it all threatens to spill out. She lets out a content sigh when he’s finally done, and Kita knows he’s done a good job.
As strong and healthy as Kita is, he, somehow, feels devoid of energy all of a sudden. But he has no time to be alarmed about it, because his limbs falter under him and he drops to the ground, all his weight laying on top of the nymph. He stays there, practically unable to move, his softening cock plugging her up, until the exhaustion gets the best of him, and he finds himself surrendering to the darkness of sleep.
He awakens in his bed, disoriented, and with no memory at all of the past night’s events. He only knows he spent the entire night dreaming, which is odd for him.
A soft light grazes his white blankets through the window. His house is empty, as always. It’s early in the morning, and Kita must follow his everyday routine. He gets up and washes his face. He makes the bed carefully, and walks into his kitchen.
On his table, three sickles lay atop the wood. Kita barely blinks at the sight. A gold sickle, a silver sickle, and his own old, worn-out, iron sickle. The sight tingles at something in his head but is otherwise unsurprising to him, almost as if he were expecting it. He remembers having lost his sickle the day before, though.
Kita picks up each sickle, examines them from up close. It’s odd he had such vivid dreams last night.
Kita still can’t recall his grandmother’s words, but deep inside he knows: someone out there is always watching. Someone is rewarding him for all his hard work.
a/n: thanks for reading!
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Farmer Kita and the nymph
✎ summary: Farmer Kita has lost his sickle. A nymph returns it to him.
✎ wordcount: 1900 aprox
✎ genre, tropes and warnings: outdoor sex, impregnation/breeding, slight corruption kink, loss of virginity, succubus or supernatural beings, kind of sex pollen i guess, inaccurate depictions of sex, use of the word “cunt” in its literal meaning
✎ a/n: it’s already that time of the year where i cope with the November blues by writing fanfic. I’ve been working on a Sakusa smut, but my Sakusa simply refuses to have sex with anyone unless I write 300k of context beforehand, so I kind of gave up on him and finished up this Kita idea i’ve had for some time now. This is based on the legends that i used to read for class in high school (obviously there wasnt any sex in those stories, they were only about honor trials and little else) i thought they would fit my favorite anime farmer just perfectly
✎ small disclaimer: i have no idea if rice farmers in Japan even use sickles, i haven't bothered to research what kind of tools they use bc in the end it's not really relevant for a cringy smut fic.
enjoy!
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
He’s already forgotten his grandmother’s words, but their meaning still lingers somewhere deep inside his heart.
Ever since he was a little kid, he’s never stopped behaving as if someone were watching. It’s how he always knows what to do, how to act, no matter the circumstances. He’s kept doing it even after his grandmother’s death, to the point it’s second-nature now.
Kita has looked around for his lost sickle everywhere.
In every room of his empty house, around the fields, even downtown where the elders stop to chat under the shade of the trees.
Eventually, he walks up the hill that leads to the forest, following the creek upstream to its source at the top. There is a clearing of great beauty and peaceful atmosphere there, right at the spring where the river begins. The trees become sparse, and the eye immediately focuses on the cold water that steadily pours down glistening rocks.
It’s the sunset, and the late afternoon light shines around Kita and plays with the tree leaves that flutter in the breeze. They’re waving at him, as if welcoming him there. And there, washing her fingertips on the chill water, he sees her: the nymph.
Of course, Kita has never seen a nymph before. No one has, to his knowledge. But Kita still recognizes her, because she looks just like his grandmother’s tales said: long hair, luscious lips, a face round and full of color, like a ripened apple. She’s dressed in white silk and gold, barefoot on the grass. Her silhouette, sinuous like the trees swaying in the wind, is bathed in a soft glowing light.
Kita looks at her. He’s never seen anything like this in his life. And he might have already forgotten his grandmother’s words and tales, but he still knows he shouldn’t stare. However, he’s unable —perhaps, unwilling— to tear his eyes away from the otherworldly creature in front of him.
The nymph speaks with a voice as clear as the creek water. At her words, the rocks in the spring behind her crack and open. The entrance to a cave appears just underneath.
“Go down and you will find what you have lost, farmer.”
Kita would have known what to do even if the nymph hadn’t spoken to him, but he still thinks he’s blessed to have heard her voice. He steps down.
It’s cold and humid inside the cave. The walls are dripping with stream water. The sound of his own footsteps reverberate in the slits and crevices, and guide him directly to the place where he already knows what he’ll find:
A gold sickle.
A silver sickle.
And his own old, worn-out iron sickle.
Just like in the tales he’s heard so many times.
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
Others might be tempted by the gold, but not him. He knows exactly what to do.
When he gets out, iron sickle in hand, the nymph smiles at him.
“I knew there was honor in your heart.”
Raising a hand in the air, she gestures at him. Her movement draws him in as if pulled by an invisible string, and he finds himself dropping his sickle on the ground and rushing to kneel down right next to where she is sitting. He brings his hands to her face, and his lips to hers. He kisses her softly. She is warm. He pushes the silk and gold fabric out of the way. Wide hips welcome him: it’s a glorious sight. The nymph opens her legs. Kita has never been this close to a woman before, but he still knows exactly what to do.
He brings his lips to the nymph’s cunt which glistens like the crystalline spring behind them. Kita sucks on her folds, drinks the pleasure that oozes from her as if it could quench his thirst. She’s squirming under him, so he can tell he’s doing a good job.
The nymph grabs him by his whitening hair, pulls his head away from her and locks eyes with him.
“Now, farmer.”
Kita knows exactly what to do.
He rushes to undo the fastening on his pants. The nymph positions herself, her glorious dripping cunt in the air for him to admire, and he has to repress the urge to flatten his tongue against the glistening folds once again, because he knows that is not his duty now. Kita rubs the bulbous head of his cock on her silky warmth. The nymph twitches and wiggles under him. He pushes forward. His cock hardly breaches past her entrance, reaching barely one centimeter deep, met with unexpected resistance from how tight her cunt is, despite everything. Kita frowns, and stops for a moment, and the nymph lets out a desperate whimper. She is eager to receive him. More than that, she is thoroughly unafraid.
Kita knows that nymphs observe the men of the Earth, and then, at sunset, come to the mortal’s realm searching for those who are pure of heart. A man who passes the nymph’s trial might get the chance to breed her with his seed, for nymphs look to produce offspring only from virtuous humans. If he fails, he will never see the light of day again.
Encountering a virgin nymph, however, is rare even among those few lucky ones who do get such a chance. Besides, virgins are known to present the hardest trials. They’re highly demanding of the men’s virtues and abilities. But Kita doesn’t think the trial he faced was difficult at all, and he doesn’t think any higher of himself for it either. Kita only does what must be done, every single day of his life. It’s his unchanging principle, and he follows it no matter what.
Kita grabs the nymph‘s hips and prepares to thrust again. He reaches a little further inside her cunt this time, and she lets out a scream as his cock finally breaches her tight entrance, her folds parting to make space for his girth. Kita can feel the nymph’s warmth hugging his cock, soaked and tight around him, throbbing with arousal. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, he pushes further deep inside her one third time and splits her open once again.
The nymph’s body falls limp on the grass, and she whimpers weakly as she lays there. Her limbs tremble when she attempts to hold herself up. Kita can feel it. He’s reached the end of her wet cunt. Her warmth is wrapped around him, pulsating at the intrusion, her previously tight folds now open wide around his girth.
Grabbing onto her hips again, he feels as if he can’t control himself. He begins to thrust inside. The nymph whimpers. Kita rolls his hips, his cock making its way in a new angle inside her cunt, splitting her further apart. The scream that rips from deep inside her throat is pleasured this time. Kita can feel the wetness surrounding his cock as the nymph squeezes around him, pushing back into each thrust like she wants the imprint of his cock inside of her.
Kita quietly observes the ethereal being that lays under him and wishes he could ruin her with his cock. He knows that is impossible, though. That is simply not how it works for the nymphs, who are creatures made to breed. This creature’s whimpers work like an enchantment in Kita’s ears, urging him to push deeper. Her wetness flows down her legs from her cunt, sticking to Kita’s skin with every thrust. Her cunt sucks him in as if her body wanted to be permanently impaled with his cock. Kita feels as if he’s forgotten everything about what brought him here, to the clearing in the forest at sunset. His mind has been overridden with lust.
A quick look at the nymph’s face and Kita sees her furrowed brow. Her eyes are open wide, almost with disbelief, as if she couldn’t have predicted he would fuck her this good. Kita feels something akin to pride swell up in his chest. He loves a job well done.
“Shinsuke…!”
Kita doesn’t question how the nymph knows his name, only rejoices in the sound of it in her voice, among pleasured moans.
“Shinsuke…! Shinsuke…!”
As it turns out, Kita is discovering there is something he didn’t already know: nymphs are more human than anyone would imagine. This one looks almost like a woman, nearly vulgar just as she is: thrown on the ground, slender fingers digging into the earth for dear life as Kita pounds into her. The delicate silk of her dress is getting dirty; her hair, tousled, and her screams, louder and louder by the minute. Kita can’t help but imagine how much more refined she’d looked if he was fucking her under the clean white sheets of his own bed, a place she wouldn’t belong in anyway. He knows the nymph doesn’t care. There is only one thing she wants from Kita, and he can already feel it coming, deep from within.
She clenches around his throbbing cock, and Kita can’t hold it in anymore. It’s time to finally fulfill his duty: a thick load of semen spurts from his cock, and the moment the first drop comes into contact with her insides, she immediately feels it. She knows. She screams. As if suddenly touched by a magic spell, her eyes go blank in ecstasy, her fists pound the ground beneath her and she clenches around him even harder, milking Kita’s cock for all its worth. It’s not hard to tell she’s cumming too, but Kita feels too dizzy in the head to think about it.
The spill of his cum inside her feels neverending, ropes and ropes of hot seed spurting from deep inside him directly into her womb until she’s so full of it it all threatens to spill out. She lets out a content sigh when he’s finally done, and Kita knows he’s done a good job.
As strong and healthy as Kita is, he, somehow, feels devoid of energy all of a sudden. But he has no time to be alarmed about it, because his limbs falter under him and he drops to the ground, all his weight laying on top of the nymph. He stays there, practically unable to move, his softening cock plugging her up, until the exhaustion gets the best of him, and he finds himself surrendering to the darkness of sleep.
He awakens in his bed, disoriented, and with no memory at all of the past night’s events. He only knows he spent the entire night dreaming, which is odd for him.
A soft light grazes his white blankets through the window. His house is empty, as always. It’s early in the morning, and Kita must follow his everyday routine. He gets up and washes his face. He makes the bed carefully, and walks into his kitchen.
On his table, three sickles lay atop the wood. Kita barely blinks at the sight. A gold sickle, a silver sickle, and his own old, worn-out, iron sickle. The sight tingles at something in his head but is otherwise unsurprising to him, almost as if he were expecting it. He remembers having lost his sickle the day before, though.
Kita picks up each sickle, examines them from up close. It’s odd he had such vivid dreams last night.
Kita still can’t recall his grandmother’s words, but deep inside he knows: someone out there is always watching. Someone is rewarding him for all his hard work.
a/n: thanks for reading!
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Farmer Kita and the nymph
✎ summary: Farmer Kita has lost his sickle. A nymph returns it to him.
✎ wordcount: 1900 aprox
✎ genre, tropes and warnings: outdoor sex, impregnation/breeding, slight corruption kink, loss of virginity, succubus or supernatural beings, kind of sex pollen i guess, inaccurate depictions of sex, use of the word “cunt” in its literal meaning
✎ a/n: it’s already that time of the year where i cope with the November blues by writing fanfic. I’ve been working on a Sakusa smut, but my Sakusa simply refuses to have sex with anyone unless I write 300k of context beforehand, so I kind of gave up on him and finished up this Kita idea i’ve had for some time now. This is based on the legends that i used to read for class in high school (obviously there wasnt any sex in those stories, they were only about honor trials and little else) i thought they would fit my favorite anime farmer just perfectly
✎ small disclaimer: i have no idea if rice farmers in Japan even use sickles, i haven't bothered to research what kind of tools they use bc in the end it's not really relevant for a cringy smut fic.
enjoy!
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
He’s already forgotten his grandmother’s words, but their meaning still lingers somewhere deep inside his heart.
Ever since he was a little kid, he’s never stopped behaving as if someone were watching. It’s how he always knows what to do, how to act, no matter the circumstances. He’s kept doing it even after his grandmother’s death, to the point it’s second-nature now.
Kita has looked around for his lost sickle everywhere.
In every room of his empty house, around the fields, even downtown where the elders stop to chat under the shade of the trees.
Eventually, he walks up the hill that leads to the forest, following the creek upstream to its source at the top. There is a clearing of great beauty and peaceful atmosphere there, right at the spring where the river begins. The trees become sparse, and the eye immediately focuses on the cold water that steadily pours down glistening rocks.
It’s the sunset, and the late afternoon light shines around Kita and plays with the tree leaves that flutter in the breeze. They’re waving at him, as if welcoming him there. And there, washing her fingertips on the chill water, he sees her: the nymph.
Of course, Kita has never seen a nymph before. No one has, to his knowledge. But Kita still recognizes her, because she looks just like his grandmother’s tales said: long hair, luscious lips, a face round and full of color, like a ripened apple. She’s dressed in white silk and gold, barefoot on the grass. Her silhouette, sinuous like the trees swaying in the wind, is bathed in a soft glowing light.
Kita looks at her. He’s never seen anything like this in his life. And he might have already forgotten his grandmother’s words and tales, but he still knows he shouldn’t stare. However, he’s unable —perhaps, unwilling— to tear his eyes away from the otherworldly creature in front of him.
The nymph speaks with a voice as clear as the creek water. At her words, the rocks in the spring behind her crack and open. The entrance to a cave appears just underneath.
“Go down and you will find what you have lost, farmer.”
Kita would have known what to do even if the nymph hadn’t spoken to him, but he still thinks he’s blessed to have heard her voice. He steps down.
It’s cold and humid inside the cave. The walls are dripping with stream water. The sound of his own footsteps reverberate in the slits and crevices, and guide him directly to the place where he already knows what he’ll find:
A gold sickle.
A silver sickle.
And his own old, worn-out iron sickle.
Just like in the tales he’s heard so many times.
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
Others might be tempted by the gold, but not him. He knows exactly what to do.
When he gets out, iron sickle in hand, the nymph smiles at him.
“I knew there was honor in your heart.”
Raising a hand in the air, she gestures at him. Her movement draws him in as if pulled by an invisible string, and he finds himself dropping his sickle on the ground and rushing to kneel down right next to where she is sitting. He brings his hands to her face, and his lips to hers. He kisses her softly. She is warm. He pushes the silk and gold fabric out of the way. Wide hips welcome him: it’s a glorious sight. The nymph opens her legs. Kita has never been this close to a woman before, but he still knows exactly what to do.
He brings his lips to the nymph’s cunt which glistens like the crystalline spring behind them. Kita sucks on her folds, drinks the pleasure that oozes from her as if it could quench his thirst. She’s squirming under him, so he can tell he’s doing a good job.
The nymph grabs him by his whitening hair, pulls his head away from her and locks eyes with him.
“Now, farmer.”
Kita knows exactly what to do.
He rushes to undo the fastening on his pants. The nymph positions herself, her glorious dripping cunt in the air for him to admire, and he has to repress the urge to flatten his tongue against the glistening folds once again, because he knows that is not his duty now. Kita rubs the bulbous head of his cock on her silky warmth. The nymph twitches and wiggles under him. He pushes forward. His cock hardly breaches past her entrance, reaching barely one centimeter deep, met with unexpected resistance from how tight her cunt is, despite everything. Kita frowns, and stops for a moment, and the nymph lets out a desperate whimper. She is eager to receive him. More than that, she is thoroughly unafraid.
Kita knows that nymphs observe the men of the Earth, and then, at sunset, come to the mortal’s realm searching for those who are pure of heart. A man who passes the nymph’s trial might get the chance to breed her with his seed, for nymphs look to produce offspring only from virtuous humans. If he fails, he will never see the light of day again.
Encountering a virgin nymph, however, is rare even among those few lucky ones who do get such a chance. Besides, virgins are known to present the hardest trials. They’re highly demanding of the men’s virtues and abilities. But Kita doesn’t think the trial he faced was difficult at all, and he doesn’t think any higher of himself for it either. Kita only does what must be done, every single day of his life. It’s his unchanging principle, and he follows it no matter what.
Kita grabs the nymph‘s hips and prepares to thrust again. He reaches a little further inside her cunt this time, and she lets out a scream as his cock finally breaches her tight entrance, her folds parting to make space for his girth. Kita can feel the nymph’s warmth hugging his cock, soaked and tight around him, throbbing with arousal. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, he pushes further deep inside her one third time and splits her open once again.
The nymph’s body falls limp on the grass, and she whimpers weakly as she lays there. Her limbs tremble when she attempts to hold herself up. Kita can feel it. He’s reached the end of her wet cunt. Her warmth is wrapped around him, pulsating at the intrusion, her previously tight folds now open wide around his girth.
Grabbing onto her hips again, he feels as if he can’t control himself. He begins to thrust inside. The nymph whimpers. Kita rolls his hips, his cock making its way in a new angle inside her cunt, splitting her further apart. The scream that rips from deep inside her throat is pleasured this time. Kita can feel the wetness surrounding his cock as the nymph squeezes around him, pushing back into each thrust like she wants the imprint of his cock inside of her.
Kita quietly observes the ethereal being that lays under him and wishes he could ruin her with his cock. He knows that is impossible, though. That is simply not how it works for the nymphs, who are creatures made to breed. This creature’s whimpers work like an enchantment in Kita’s ears, urging him to push deeper. Her wetness flows down her legs from her cunt, sticking to Kita’s skin with every thrust. Her cunt sucks him in as if her body wanted to be permanently impaled with his cock. Kita feels as if he’s forgotten everything about what brought him here, to the clearing in the forest at sunset. His mind has been overridden with lust.
A quick look at the nymph’s face and Kita sees her furrowed brow. Her eyes are open wide, almost with disbelief, as if she couldn’t have predicted he would fuck her this good. Kita feels something akin to pride swell up in his chest. He loves a job well done.
“Shinsuke…!”
Kita doesn’t question how the nymph knows his name, only rejoices in the sound of it in her voice, among pleasured moans.
“Shinsuke…! Shinsuke…!”
As it turns out, Kita is discovering there is something he didn’t already know: nymphs are more human than anyone would imagine. This one looks almost like a woman, nearly vulgar just as she is: thrown on the ground, slender fingers digging into the earth for dear life as Kita pounds into her. The delicate silk of her dress is getting dirty; her hair, tousled, and her screams, louder and louder by the minute. Kita can’t help but imagine how much more refined she’d looked if he was fucking her under the clean white sheets of his own bed, a place she wouldn’t belong in anyway. He knows the nymph doesn’t care. There is only one thing she wants from Kita, and he can already feel it coming, deep from within.
She clenches around his throbbing cock, and Kita can’t hold it in anymore. It’s time to finally fulfill his duty: a thick load of semen spurts from his cock, and the moment the first drop comes into contact with her insides, she immediately feels it. She knows. She screams. As if suddenly touched by a magic spell, her eyes go blank in ecstasy, her fists pound the ground beneath her and she clenches around him even harder, milking Kita’s cock for all its worth. It’s not hard to tell she’s cumming too, but Kita feels too dizzy in the head to think about it.
The spill of his cum inside her feels neverending, ropes and ropes of hot seed spurting from deep inside him directly into her womb until she’s so full of it it all threatens to spill out. She lets out a content sigh when he’s finally done, and Kita knows he’s done a good job.
As strong and healthy as Kita is, he, somehow, feels devoid of energy all of a sudden. But he has no time to be alarmed about it, because his limbs falter under him and he drops to the ground, all his weight laying on top of the nymph. He stays there, practically unable to move, his softening cock plugging her up, until the exhaustion gets the best of him, and he finds himself surrendering to the darkness of sleep.
He awakens in his bed, disoriented, and with no memory at all of the past night’s events. He only knows he spent the entire night dreaming, which is odd for him.
A soft light grazes his white blankets through the window. His house is empty, as always. It’s early in the morning, and Kita must follow his everyday routine. He gets up and washes his face. He makes the bed carefully, and walks into his kitchen.
On his table, three sickles lay atop the wood. Kita barely blinks at the sight. A gold sickle, a silver sickle, and his own old, worn-out, iron sickle. The sight tingles at something in his head but is otherwise unsurprising to him, almost as if he were expecting it. He remembers having lost his sickle the day before, though.
Kita picks up each sickle, examines them from up close. It’s odd he had such vivid dreams last night.
Kita still can’t recall his grandmother’s words, but deep inside he knows: someone out there is always watching. Someone is rewarding him for all his hard work.
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Farmer Kita and the nymph
✎ summary: Farmer Kita has lost his sickle. A nymph returns it to him.
✎ wordcount: 1900 aprox
✎ genre, tropes and warnings: outdoor sex, impregnation/breeding, slight corruption kink, loss of virginity, succubus or supernatural beings, kind of sex pollen i guess, inaccurate depictions of sex, use of the word “cunt” in its literal meaning
✎ a/n: it’s already that time of the year where i cope with the November blues by writing fanfic. I’ve been working on a Sakusa smut, but my Sakusa simply refuses to have sex with anyone unless I write 300k of context beforehand, so I kind of gave up on him and finished up this Kita idea i’ve had for some time now. This is based on the legends that i used to read for class in high school (obviously there wasnt any sex in those stories, they were only about honor trials and little else) i thought they would fit my favorite anime farmer just perfectly
✎ small disclaimer: i have no idea if rice farmers in Japan even use sickles, i haven't bothered to research what kind of tools they use bc in the end it's not really relevant for a cringy smut fic.
enjoy!
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
He’s already forgotten his grandmother’s words, but their meaning still lingers somewhere deep inside his heart.
Ever since he was a little kid, he’s never stopped behaving as if someone were watching. It’s how he always knows what to do, how to act, no matter the circumstances. He’s kept doing it even after his grandmother’s death, to the point it’s second-nature now.
Kita has looked around for his lost sickle everywhere.
In every room of his empty house, around the fields, even downtown where the elders stop to chat under the shade of the trees.
Eventually, he walks up the hill that leads to the forest, following the creek upstream to its source at the top. There is a clearing of great beauty and peaceful atmosphere there, right at the spring where the river begins. The trees become sparse, and the eye immediately focuses on the cold water that steadily pours down glistening rocks.
It’s the sunset, and the late afternoon light shines around Kita and plays with the tree leaves that flutter in the breeze. They’re waving at him, as if welcoming him there. And there, washing her fingertips on the chill water, he sees her: the nymph.
Of course, Kita has never seen a nymph before. No one has, to his knowledge. But Kita still recognizes her, because she looks just like his grandmother’s tales said: long hair, luscious lips, a face round and full of color, like a ripened apple. She’s dressed in white silk and gold, barefoot on the grass. Her silhouette, sinuous like the trees swaying in the wind, is bathed in a soft glowing light.
Kita looks at her. He’s never seen anything like this in his life. And he might have already forgotten his grandmother’s words and tales, but he still knows he shouldn’t stare. However, he’s unable —perhaps, unwilling— to tear his eyes away from the otherworldly creature in front of him.
The nymph speaks with a voice as clear as the creek water. At her words, the rocks in the spring behind her crack and open. The entrance to a cave appears just underneath.
“Go down and you will find what you have lost, farmer.”
Kita would have known what to do even if the nymph hadn’t spoken to him, but he still thinks he’s blessed to have heard her voice. He steps down.
It’s cold and humid inside the cave. The walls are dripping with stream water. The sound of his own footsteps reverberate in the slits and crevices, and guide him directly to the place where he already knows what he’ll find:
A gold sickle.
A silver sickle.
And his own old, worn-out iron sickle.
Just like in the tales he’s heard so many times.
Someone is always watching, Shin-chan.
Others might be tempted by the gold, but not him. He knows exactly what to do.
When he gets out, iron sickle in hand, the nymph smiles at him.
“I knew there was honor in your heart.”
Raising a hand in the air, she gestures at him. Her movement draws him in as if pulled by an invisible string, and he finds himself dropping his sickle on the ground and rushing to kneel down right next to where she is sitting. He brings his hands to her face, and his lips to hers. He kisses her softly. She is warm. He pushes the silk and gold fabric out of the way. Wide hips welcome him: it’s a glorious sight. The nymph opens her legs. Kita has never been this close to a woman before, but he still knows exactly what to do.
He brings his lips to the nymph’s cunt which glistens like the crystalline spring behind them. Kita sucks on her folds, drinks the pleasure that oozes from her as if it could quench his thirst. She’s squirming under him, so he can tell he’s doing a good job.
The nymph grabs him by his whitening hair, pulls his head away from her and locks eyes with him.
“Now, farmer.”
Kita knows exactly what to do.
He rushes to undo the fastening on his pants. The nymph positions herself, her glorious dripping cunt in the air for him to admire, and he has to repress the urge to flatten his tongue against the glistening folds once again, because he knows that is not his duty now. Kita rubs the bulbous head of his cock on her silky warmth. The nymph twitches and wiggles under him. He pushes forward. His cock hardly breaches past her entrance, reaching barely one centimeter deep, met with unexpected resistance from how tight her cunt is, despite everything. Kita frowns, and stops for a moment, and the nymph lets out a desperate whimper. She is eager to receive him. More than that, she is thoroughly unafraid.
Kita knows that nymphs observe the men of the Earth, and then, at sunset, come to the mortal’s realm searching for those who are pure of heart. A man who passes the nymph’s trial might get the chance to breed her with his seed, for nymphs look to produce offspring only from virtuous humans. If he fails, he will never see the light of day again.
Encountering a virgin nymph, however, is rare even among those few lucky ones who do get such a chance. Besides, virgins are known to present the hardest trials. They’re highly demanding of the men’s virtues and abilities. But Kita doesn’t think the trial he faced was difficult at all, and he doesn’t think any higher of himself for it either. Kita only does what must be done, every single day of his life. It’s his unchanging principle, and he follows it no matter what.
Kita grabs the nymph‘s hips and prepares to thrust again. He reaches a little further inside her cunt this time, and she lets out a scream as his cock finally breaches her tight entrance, her folds parting to make space for his girth. Kita can feel the nymph’s warmth hugging his cock, soaked and tight around him, throbbing with arousal. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, he pushes further deep inside her one third time and splits her open once again.
The nymph’s body falls limp on the grass, and she whimpers weakly as she lays there. Her limbs tremble when she attempts to hold herself up. Kita can feel it. He’s reached the end of her wet cunt. Her warmth is wrapped around him, pulsating at the intrusion, her previously tight folds now open wide around his girth.
Grabbing onto her hips again, he feels as if he can’t control himself. He begins to thrust inside. The nymph whimpers. Kita rolls his hips, his cock making its way in a new angle inside her cunt, splitting her further apart. The scream that rips from deep inside her throat is pleasured this time. Kita can feel the wetness surrounding his cock as the nymph squeezes around him, pushing back into each thrust like she wants the imprint of his cock inside of her.
Kita quietly observes the ethereal being that lays under him and wishes he could ruin her with his cock. He knows that is impossible, though. That is simply not how it works for the nymphs, who are creatures made to breed. This creature’s whimpers work like an enchantment in Kita’s ears, urging him to push deeper. Her wetness flows down her legs from her cunt, sticking to Kita’s skin with every thrust. Her cunt sucks him in as if her body wanted to be permanently impaled with his cock. Kita feels as if he’s forgotten everything about what brought him here, to the clearing in the forest at sunset. His mind has been overridden with lust.
A quick look at the nymph’s face and Kita sees her furrowed brow. Her eyes are open wide, almost with disbelief, as if she couldn’t have predicted he would fuck her this good. Kita feels something akin to pride swell up in his chest. He loves a job well done.
“Shinsuke…!”
Kita doesn’t question how the nymph knows his name, only rejoices in the sound of it in her voice, among pleasured moans.
“Shinsuke…! Shinsuke…!”
As it turns out, Kita is discovering there is something he didn’t already know: nymphs are more human than anyone would imagine. This one looks almost like a woman, nearly vulgar just as she is: thrown on the ground, slender fingers digging into the earth for dear life as Kita pounds into her. The delicate silk of her dress is getting dirty; her hair, tousled, and her screams, louder and louder by the minute. Kita can’t help but imagine how much more refined she’d looked if he was fucking her under the clean white sheets of his own bed, a place she wouldn’t belong in anyway. He knows the nymph doesn’t care. There is only one thing she wants from Kita, and he can already feel it coming, deep from within.
She clenches around his throbbing cock, and Kita can’t hold it in anymore. It’s time to finally fulfill his duty: a thick load of semen spurts from his cock, and the moment the first drop comes into contact with her insides, she immediately feels it. She knows. She screams. As if suddenly touched by a magic spell, her eyes go blank in ecstasy, her fists pound the ground beneath her and she clenches around him even harder, milking Kita’s cock for all its worth. It’s not hard to tell she’s cumming too, but Kita feels too dizzy in the head to think about it.
The spill of his cum inside her feels neverending, ropes and ropes of hot seed spurting from deep inside him directly into her womb until she’s so full of it it all threatens to spill out. She lets out a content sigh when he’s finally done, and Kita knows he’s done a good job.
As strong and healthy as Kita is, he, somehow, feels devoid of energy all of a sudden. But he has no time to be alarmed about it, because his limbs falter under him and he drops to the ground, all his weight laying on top of the nymph. He stays there, practically unable to move, his softening cock plugging her up, until the exhaustion gets the best of him, and he finds himself surrendering to the darkness of sleep.
He awakens in his bed, disoriented, and with no memory at all of the past night’s events. He only knows he spent the entire night dreaming, which is odd for him.
A soft light grazes his white blankets through the window. His house is empty, as always. It’s early in the morning, and Kita must follow his everyday routine. He gets up and washes his face. He makes the bed carefully, and walks into his kitchen.
On his table, three sickles lay atop the wood. Kita barely blinks at the sight. A gold sickle, a silver sickle, and his own old, worn-out, iron sickle. The sight tingles at something in his head but is otherwise unsurprising to him, almost as if he were expecting it. He remembers having lost his sickle the day before, though.
Kita picks up each sickle, examines them from up close. It’s odd he had such vivid dreams last night.
Kita still can’t recall his grandmother’s words, but deep inside he knows: someone out there is always watching. Someone is rewarding him for all his hard work.
a/n: thanks for reading!
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