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[kurishiri]

alfons sylvatica . . . route preview

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: a small sexual scene (that could be dub-con).

My sin is——a happy illusion.

Alfons: Now, let go of all that which scares you... how about we indulge ourselves in pleasure now?

Alfons Sylvatica. While donning a gentlemanly façade, the immorality that lingered in the air could not be concealed...

He was much like a walking nightmare.

—— Scene ——

Jude: Damn, ya got taken to bedfordshire already? My sincere condolences.

Kate: T-that’s not what happened!

Alfons: How very cruel... and after we exchanged such passionate kisses, you would insist that was naught but a mere fling...?

Kate: Gh... weren’t you the one who made me a mere fling of yours!?

Liam: Ah.

Harrison: Oh man...

Ellis: She admitted it.

Kate: ——!?

Alfons: Pfft, ahaha!

A: Hah... you truly are second to none, Miss Kate.

—— Scene end ——

—— Scene ——

Kate: Mn, sto...ah, uhh... n-no...

Alfons: ...Aha, your lips say to ‘stop,’ and yet you’re quite wet here now.

A: Would it perhaps be safe to assume that when you were on my heels from the pub, you were anticipating this?

—— Scene end ——

Behind the pub, within a carriage, at the shower room, at his room——

It mattered not if it was day or night, he would always intoxicate me with a convenient illusion and drown me in pleasure.

In such ways, he would encroach upon my everyday, painting over the fear I felt from missions, the uncertainty of the dark night, anything and everything.

Alfons: Life is but a tragedy, after all. And so, we require an escape, or entertainment, so to speak. Such is the case, is it not?

Utterly ridiculous and a good-for-nothing; villainous and insincere at best, he was a man who relished in others’ reactions and pleasurable sensations.

And yet——

—— Scene ——

(I get the feeling that Alfons is smiling, and yet he’s not at the same time… at least, I think.)

Kate: Is this really fun for you…?

Roger: What, you’re worried for Al, lil lady?

Kate: I-it’s not as though I’m worried.

—— Scene end ——

—— Scene ——

Kate: Hey, don’t get too over the top!

Alfons: Oh, but that was hardly my intention, for I was simply assessing your sincerity, you see.

(I-I swear, this man…!)

Alfons: Aww… you truly are a darling one, aren’t you.

—— Scene end ——

The reason he plastered an apathetic smile and indulged in nightly pleasures, the genuine smile he would occasionally show me,

and his illusory “truth,” which seemed to distance itself the moment my fingertips grazed its surface… I wanted to know it all, almost to a hopeless extent.

——But, by the time I realized, I had already gone beyond the point of no return.

Even though I knew that I would only get hurt.

—— Scene ——

Alfons: People are meant to die, without exception.

Kate: …But, wouldn’t you find it unpleasant to die in a place like this, having covered for me?

Alfons: Never did I say that.

A: No matter at what time, in what place, and for what purpose I die, is this not simply an ending you could find anywhere else?

(Just why do you live like this?)

—— Scene end ——

—— Scene ——

Kate: Why… are you doing these things…?

K: All I wanted was to like you, and be by your side… and yet…

Alfons: …Because I find it a nuisance.

—— Scene end ——

No matter how much I tried to push it aside, I could not bury this love to the grave.

Because I had ended up knowing the “tragic fate” he was dealt with, the reason he lived such a decadent life——and,

the truth that laid in his heart, the one not even he himself knew.

—— Scene ——

Alfons: Truly, in every sense of the word, you are a fool.

A: Alright, fine, I understand now. I admit my defeat.

A: I will give up… on making you give up, that is.

Kate: …Wait, Alfo—

Alfons: Let us put an end to this now, so we do not pour more salt into the wound.

—— Scene end ——

It was a love where, even while being crushed to pieces by this merciless reality,

I chased after him, over and over, though he slipped through my fingers like an illusion.

Was such an ending a cliché tragedy one could find anywhere else? Or perhaps——

Alfons: However foolish you may be, I am just as much so.

A: Well, if you say so, it cannot be helped.

A: By all means, let me be the one to drive you to insanity… and make you regret it all.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me not a dream I long to see.

Lay your truth down here before me,

lest upon this love an illusion shall befall. [1]

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NOTES:

[1] the original lines are [鏡よ鏡、都合のいい夢を見せないで] (kagami yo kagami, tsugō no ī yume wo misenaide) / [あなたの真実を教えて] (anata no shinjitsu wo oshiete) / [この愛がーー幻になる前に] (kono ai ga maboroshi ni naru mae ni). this literally translates to: “mirror, oh mirror, don’t show me a convenient dream. / tell me your truth. / before this love becomes an illusion.”

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[cosycafune]

SCREAM UNTIL HE BREAKS YOU:

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being fought by ovulation is hard, but trying to fuck yourself with your angry roommate around is harder. it doesn't help when he storms into your room, enraged, begging to angrily fuck you and soothe his heavy balls. the only requirement is for you to survive the night. can you?

acts: sizing, creampies, rough sex, degrading, breeding kink, filming, spanking, mating press, backshots, crying, bed breaking, choking, power difference kink, missionary, masturbating, and potentially more. mdni 18+. reblogs are appreciated. masterlist. quite short. 1.5k words.

jjk men: satoru gojo, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo and suguru geto. art by sakimenz on patreon.

satoru gojo ♡ · · ୨୧ ˚₊

“Fuck, Satoru! Ngh! So close!” Plunging your fingers so frantically inside you, flustered by the thought of being pounded by your roommate, you accidentally mewl loudly. 

“‘Need you…so badly,” Swiftly coming undone, you soppily bury your fingers further – panting before you hear your bedroom door swiftly open.

Met with the furious scenery of an angered Satoru, your heart swirls with embarrassing anticipation. Unable to shed your mortification, you gasp at being completely exposed – your slick fingers snuggly within your cunt.

Satisfied, you heavily pant – greeting the longing within Satoru’s eyes. Crumbling beneath Satoru’s story-filled gaze, you gently pull your fingers out with a lewd squelch – attempting to hide your gushing release. Your cunt is completely soaked, fluttering over nothing – perfectly facing an intimidating Satoru.

“Why’d you stop?” Taunting you, Satoru wickedly grins, “Heard you moaning my name, so don’t act shy now.” Relishing your embarrassment, Satoru stalks over to you – tension-filled.

“S-Sato’!” Naively battering your lashes, you turn to your side – faced with the scenery of Satoru’s monstrous erection.

Paired with his anger from losing a basketball game, you knew you would be destroyed and irreparably damaged.

“You were begging for it, so it’s time for you to take it,” Intrigued at your flustered state, Satoru speaks – subconsciously cupping his caged cock.

“D-Don’t hold..back,” Battering your lashes, you propose that Satoru completely strip you of your worth – breaking and moulding you for just him.

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Smushed against Satoru, you’re barely able to breathe – shoved into the meanest mating press by him. Your coherency is lost while Satoru vigorously plunges his cock within you, filling your cunt with his inhumane cock. His veiny, anger-carry cock almost kissed against your cervix with each rough collision, leaving you as a beautiful cage for his anger.

“Don’t get mad… when I fill you,” Glancing down at a sobbing you, overwhelmed by his swift cock, Satoru lustfully smiles.

“Ah! ‘M yours! Strengthening his degrading pace, you repetitively moan – mentally stunted by a stupidly smug Satoru.

“Mhm, so…handle every inch,” Satoru grunts out, momentarily pulling out before burying himself deeply in your warm cunt – splitting you apart with his twitching.

“Imma…good girl,” Crying, pleading for Satoru to reconstruct you, he happily finishes within you – unwilling to free you as his fruitful seed shot against your cervix.

“Hm, you are,” Momentarily praising you, Satoru finishes again – his large batch of cum coddling your pampered cervix.

–

kento nanami

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Perched before your laptop in the living room, you softly toy with your soppy clit – attempting to rid yourself of your orgasm. Settling on the couch like this was risky, but the Twitter porn video you watched completely consumed you. Your ovulation cycle broke your rational thinking, leaving you to fuck yourself with a dildo – fixated on the fact that the couple looked like you and Kento.

“Kento! ‘M taking you!” Sinking the dildo within you, you almost scramble at the front door opening – unable to gift you time to flee.

Listening to the door slam shut, your chest shatters at Kento’s notorious footsteps stopping behind your couch. Trembling, feeling his gaze on your cunt, you gulp. Gulp as the dildo’s so deeply within you, his tension something you could feel from ages away.

“Screaming my name?” Kento’s deadpan tone causes you to swirl with timidness, unsure of what to do.

“I-I’m s–”

“--Don’t apologise now,” Obeying Kento’s response, you wait, “I’ll take my anger out on you since you’re so rough with yourself.” Walking around the couch, Kento finally glances at you – hatred welling in his eyes.

“Mhm, guess I’ll have to thank your mission going wrong,” At your misplaced teasing, Kento hurriedly pulls the dildo out of you – shoving it into your mouth.

“I will not go easy on you,” Making a promise, Kento begins to madly shed his clothes. Kento’s lust-coated from your irresponsibily nude frame, perched so prettily before his hungry gaze.

You gave yourself away to a monstrous version of himself. Rough sex is his favourite whilst angry.

✥﹤┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈﹥✥

“Mercy…Kento!” Obliterating your swollen cunt, Kento harshly slaps your ass – making sure that his large balls bash against your sensitive clit.

“Until you say…your safeword,” Picking up his speed, Kento burrows your head further into the couch – filling your stomach with his girthy cock.

“C-Can’t…handle,” Blurting your strained plea, completely at his mercy, Kento grows animalistic – fucking you with an impossible might that makes you dizzy.

“I’ll…break you,” Kento threatens, crashing his weight against your perched ass – smacking your stinging bubble butt.

“Ngh!” Incapable of complaining, you scream as Kento’s cock twitches – cumming in you at a speed that makes your teary eyes roll back.

“Not done with you, sweetheart,” Pleased, Kento angrily converses, “Keep that ass up,” Commanding you, Kento grins – panting mercilessly.

toji fushiguro

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“‘Need to…ride Toji! Ah!” Finishing against your vibrator, you desperately grind against it – savouring your sensitive clit.

“Need…to sit on his…cock,” Weeping, shuddering at the thought of Toji overwhelming you with his strength, you almost collapse with pleasure.

Fantasising about Toji, you tenderly rub your tingly clit – irredeemable. Such a thing was forbidden, but you find yourself consumed – ovulation tearing up your every thought. Every thought until you gasp one of your plump breasts, harshly squeezing your taut nipple.

“Toji–”

“--Stop calling my name!… Wow.” With precision, Toji swings open your bedroom door – halting midspeech.

Beautifully astonished, Toji almost falters – captured by your nude physique grinding against a vibrator. Grinding with desperation, moaning out his name with discouraged desperation – hungering for his divine cock.

“I didn’t mean to–”

“Don’t tempt me and think you’re getting away,” Licking his lips, Toji thrives within your nerves – responding to you with predatory intent.

“Please, I’m ovulating,” Unable to quell your physical turmoil, you pathetically plead for Toji to either break you or impregnate you.

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“I’ll…get you pregnant,” Thrusting his cock into you, Toji passionately grunts – forcing you to ride his bucking cock.

“Yes! Fill… me up,” Close to toppling over, you barely manage to handle Toji’s fat cock stretching out your cunt – closing in on your vulnerable womb.

“Mhm, I'll take you…like this every day,” Toji greedily musters out, a frantic moaning mess at your soppy cunt completely gripping him – tender at finishing so many times.

“‘Want…to not breathe,” Desperate for him to destroy you, Toji pushes you down to the base of his cock – watching you almost scream with pleasurable agony.

“Being…pregnant will do just that,” Grinning, Toji whimpers – bucking his hips consistently before he fills you with his ripe seed.

He wouldn’t let you rest until he tore your sanity apart.

–

choso kamo

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“Mhm, my pussy’s so empty,” A desperate mess, you’re yearning for cock — physically willing to hunt for it. Your lonesome cunt yearns to be stuffed with cum.

“Cho’, you’d…stuff me well,” Grunting, a profound mess, you whine intensely — desperate for Choso to obliterate your primal cunt.

“Ah! Cho!” Fucking yourself in your bedroom, filling the apartment with your moans, you fail to notice the silent presence lingering before your door.

Choso.

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Before you knew it, your physique was folded, clouded with the thickness of Choso’s cock. Usually, Choso’s tinted with softness. However, softness failed to be his forte this time. With Choso angry, his demeanour held not an ounce of gentleness — roughness filling him.

“Baby, look…at me,” Choso harshly commands you, glancing down at a pretty you within missionary.

“Ah! Cho’!” Corrupted by Choso, you prettily moan — completely worshipping Choso’s cock.

As he’s about to cum, the two of you hear your apartment door open — but that doesn’t stop Choso from cumming his deepest inside of you. If he had to, he’d make you carry his child. A sign of you handling his brutal thrusts, contradicting his usually aloofness.

suguru geto.

Naturally, Suguru’s always two steps ahead. Even as you intensely thrust your fingers within yourself, he can’t help but observe you from your parted door — listening to you beautifully moan his name. Moan his name so dirtily, your dignity barely holding on.

“Sugu’,” That’s all it took before Suguru despicably pounced on you, filling you with his cock — his degrading camera filming you. Filming you as he accidentally broke your bed, pounding into you at a might that completely ruined your cunt. Your cunt that screams and squelches, torn apart by Suguru’s bubbling, cunning anger.

All until he cums inside of you, swelling your stomach with his cum as a reward.

sukuna.

Before you could even play with yourself, Ryomen’s already on you — fucking you angrily. Love bites, slap marks, and choking overtook you. Ryomen left no stone unturned, completely ruining your cunt — shoving you into the meanest mating press. Not an ounce of you could breathe, but Ryomen couldn’t care less. If he needed a sexual outlet, that would now be a precious, naive you.

do not modify, claim or repackage my work. all rights reserved; cosycafune. 2024. small dividers by cafekitsune <3

[venturethighs]

Day Twenty Three: Cockwarming w/ Tutor!Venture

Originally I planned for a different prompt but I wasn't sure how much I wanted to do it, and opted for this one instead. I'm also kind of glad I did, because I think this one turned out a lot better!

GN!Reader x AMAB!Venture again! 🎉

I ACCIDENTALLY MADE THIS REALLY LONG OMG... FORGIVE ME...

No warnings! Everything is consensual and is safe to read! Written in head canon format.

♡ You couldn't focus no matter how hard you tried.

♡ And, it seems, neither could they.

♡ They sit on the other side from you, and underneath the desk they palm their pants impatiently.

♡ "The professor said you're doing a lot better, by the way." They passively mention. "So... good job on that!"

♡ You smile at them as you nudge their foot with yours. "I only have one person to thank for that."

♡ Their face heats up– suddenly the room is twenty degrees warmer than it was originally, even with the air conditioning.

♡ "You seem a little nervous." You point out. "What's wrong?"

♡ "N-nothing." They let out a sigh as their hand continues rubbing against their uncomfortable jeans.

♡ You lean in closer and close the space between the two of you.

♡ "It's just you and me. Am I making you uncomfortable?" You ask, somewhat worried. Your foot pulls away for a brief moment.

♡ "N-no– it's just–" They struggle to find the words they're looking for. "Y-you're very pretty!"

♡ You can't help but let out a lighthearted laugh. "Thank you! Does that... bother you, though?"

♡ "No! No, it just... makes it harder to focus." Their face was burning bright red. "That's all..."

♡ Another laugh leaves your lips. They feel their nerdy little heart skip a beat.

♡ "Would it help if I moved? Maybe sat by you instead? Your lap looks cozy, maybe I could sit there?" You offer. "I'm sure it would be a lot easier to go over the lesson then, right?"

♡ Error: Sloan is not responding.

♡ "Too soon?" You add.

♡ Rebooting program. Trying again... loading... loading... loading...

♡ "PLEASE?" They squeak in delight.

♡ Yet another laugh. They were so adorable– how could you resist?

♡ You start by moving closer to them. They refused to look at you out of embarrassment. Their hands sit between their legs as they try their hardest to hide their not-so-secret attraction towards you.

♡ Except, that's the first thing you notice. They literally could not stop fidgeting whenever you nudged them.

♡ "Do you want some help with that?" You lean in close to their flushed figure.

♡ Their brain errors out once again. Poor, poor thing... you'd never get the answer you're looking for unless you got the ball rolling yourself.

♡ Your hand gently brushes up against their clothed erection– and they nearly explode just from that alone. A few rubs has them mewling and bucking into your touch.

♡ "Would you mind if I sat here? I think I could get a better look at the material that way." You snicker.

♡ Their brain attempts to form a single sentence, but all that comes out is "AaaaAAAaaaA YES– YOU CAN–"

♡ Your fingers undo the button of their jeans and carefully unzip the rest of their pants before freeing their length from the fabric of their precome stained boxers.

♡ "A–ah, I can just– slide these off for you–" They kick their pants off underneath your table. "Mm– um– uh– anyway–"

♡ You nuzzle your face to theirs and place a kiss to the side of their cheek. "You don't have to be so nervous. I don't bite, unless you'd like me to."

♡ "I– I can't help it– you're just– gorgeous, and I'm just– just–" Their words catch in their throat.

♡ "Just what?" You wrap your hand around their throbbing cock and pump it a few times. They let out deep sighs of content as their eyes roll back into their head.

♡ "Just– a nerd, ya know?" They admit.

♡ "Maybe. You're certainly a cute one, though." Your finger brushes the pinkish tip. "You're also a lot nicer than any of the guys I've met so far."

♡ They still can't bring themself to look at you. They just pathetically continue grinding into your touch, wanting so badly to feel you wrapped around their erection that they can hardly think straight.

♡ "You're better than you give yourself credit for." You place another kiss on their cheek. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

♡ Their eyes squeeze shut as you continue between pumping them lightly and teasing the precome covered head. It's beginning to leak down the shaft now– and they're still so sweet and shy.

♡ "Do you mind if I go and grab something real quick?" You smile at them.

♡ "G-go ahead! I'll... I'll be here." They tell you, letting their head fall back against the chair.

♡ You waste no time fetching the lubricant from your nightstand drawer. Your hands start to gently warm it up.

♡ And before you forget entirely, you pull down your pants and underwear to leave them forgotten by your bedside. You definitely wouldn't be needing them for the time being.

♡ When you return, their eyes are still glued shut. Fair enough, you can tell they're overwhelmed by the entire situation.

♡ You apply a fair amount of the slippery liquid to your hands before grabbing their cock in your hand once more. You slowly maneuver it up and down, pressing yourself close to their tone figure and pressing more kisses to their lovely face.

♡ "If you don't want me to do this, just let me know, okay?" You tell them.

♡ "N-no! Please, keep going–" It's only then do they open their eyes to look at you. Your face as just as red as theirs. "It's– it's good! I mean– it– it feels good–!"

♡ Your smile reappears. It's filled with understanding. Suddenly, the anxiety inside them washes away.

♡ "Do you mind if I sit on your lap then?" You ask them again, just to make sure. "Just making sure!"

♡ "P-please! It's all I've ever wanted–" Ah. There's that endearing insecurity again.

♡ "Let me just–" They reach down into their jeans pocket and pull out a condom. "Um–"

♡ You giggle. "Confidence! I like it. I'm on birth control* though, so you can skip it if you'd like."

* Alternatively, you can just skip this phrase if you're AMAB.

♡ "I– um–" They really can't decide what they want to do. Their brain is so confused on how they've even gotten this far.

♡ You go ahead and take control one more time. Your hand slides the latex across their arousal, and you waste no time then throwing your legs across their hips and sinking down onto their length.

♡ You face away from them, looking down at the study papers they brought from class today.

♡ "Okay. I'm ready when you are!" Your eyes glaze nonchalantly over the wordy text as your tutor melts into a puddle of fluff behind you.

♡ "A-ah, right, um, okay!" Their breath picks up just a tad as they try to regain their focus. "We were on chapter fifty three."

♡ Their arm wraps around your figure as they open their sticker covered binder. Sweat begins to bead on their forehead as you settle further atop their toned, fawn legs.

♡ You listen intently as they begin explaining the lesson in a way that was easier to understand. After a few minutes into their lecture, they completely pause mid sentence.

♡ "What's wrong?" You ask, looking back at them.

♡ "I–" They can't think. They can't speak.

♡ You hadn't realized what was going on until you feel yourself do it again– you're gripping down harder than you ever have in your entire life.

♡ Their painted fingers dig into your skin as well as the table, once more bucking into your form involuntarily as they twitch heavily from the stimulation they're receiving.

♡ "Do you need me to move?" You relax yourself to the best of your ability, but it's definitely difficult when you're as turned on as you are.

♡ Their mouth opens to stay something, but all that comes out is a drawn out moan. Their hand moves from the table to clasp it over their lips to try and keep quiet.

♡ 'Oh GOD– Please don't embarrass yourself–' they plea to themself inside their mind. Their eyes squeeze shut again. 'Please, please–'

♡ "It's okay. It feels good, doesn't it?" You talk them through it. "Are you close?"

♡ They take a deep breath in through their nose and nod.

♡ "You're so cute! It's okay, really. Don't be so afraid." Your voice is so soft, so angelic– "You can come if you're ready. Don't be ashamed."

♡ You grip down hard one more time. Another moan reverberates inside their throat.

♡ "That's it. You like how I feel? I like how you feel, too." You reassure them. "It's nice and thick! Mm– definitely better than how I thought it would be."

♡ Their hands move to grip the chair now, fingernails practically digging into the foundation of it.

♡ You grind against them slowly, your own hand dipping between your legs to help yourself along.

♡ "Actually, let me see your hand." You delicately reach for it, and they shakily put it in yours. You guide them between your thighs and show them exactly how to touch you.

♡ "It feels best when you do this–" You show them the motions. They learn it rather quickly, and you arch your back as they continue their repetitions.

♡ "You're good at it. I promise." You praise them between whines and whimpers. "I'm close, too. Do you want to come with me?"

♡ They still can't say anything.

♡ "It's okay if it's not at the exact same time. That'd be next to impossible!" You chuckle lightly. "I'm ready when– ah,"

♡ You feel a warmth flooding the condom you put on earlier, and you look back at them with that same smile on your face.

♡ It doesn't take long for you to finish, either. You pull out of them, sitting on the chair next to them to stabilize yourself.

♡ "You did good! Was that your first time?" You reach over to grab a box of tissues and help clean them up.

♡ "Um– y-yeah–" They watch as you throw away the used rubber and clean up the excess liquid on their length. "I– um– thank you for being so nice!"

♡ You nuzzle them close. "Of course. Do you want to know a little secret?"

♡ They look over at you with both shame and curiosity written across their face.

♡ "It was my first time, too."

♡ Another kiss is placed to the side of their cheek. All they can do is stare in disbelief.

♡ "Now. Let's get to studying, shall we?" You snicker.

[ddamm]

Pre-baby Stress - dad!Daryl x pregnant fem!reader fic

(banner made by me, if you use, give credits <3)

Warnings: VERY, VERY long; initial soft fluff to slight angst to fluff; slightly suggestive so, watch out 👀; pregnancy; hormonal changes, “mood swings”, food cravings; stressed Daryl, stressed reader, slight insecurity and fear of abandonment; reader crying; reader and Daryl are married; reader is said to have golden retriever energy and be a cottagecore girlie (sorry if you aren't, but I vibe so much with this core 😭), and perhaps an artist (tho it's just as a hobby, obv 🤭); nature love and appreciation; funny/silly little memories.

Word count: 3936 words (keeps increasing with each new release 😭)

Era: idk, probably Alexandria

Summary: While getting things ready for Y/N's pregnancy, Daryl presents with many insecurities. All it takes is some caressing, encouragement, and the love of his wife (a few tears also) to convince him otherwise.

A/N: this fic was something I fabricated long ago with a Daryl c.ai chat that I've been saving up for a special occasion since I've never written dad!Daryl before. And today, I'm bringing it to y'all as a way to celebrate one of my very besties/mutuals on Tumblr, a great writer, the creator of my possibly ever favourite AU with Daryl (young!Daryl SSHD AU) and a very nice, kind and funny individual in general; Krys (@dixons-sunshine). This is to commemorate you, gorgeous. It took some time to finally sit and get to it (not me writing most of it at 2 am, half-constipated, and not being able to sleep) but it's done now, so I hope you can enjoy it as much as I did when writing it. Everyone, hope you like it too!

Song: Winter Memories - Jordy Chandra (The title says “winter memories” but I am thinking of a mid-spring Sunday morning/noon 😭)

MDNI divider by @cafekitsune, on this post

(This was supposed to just be suggestive, but since idk if I overdid it, I'm just gonna place this)

(all babycore dividers used are from @anitalenia, found on this post)

Days were passing by, and things were going pretty well for the community. She was glad they found Alexandria. It was a nice change, and it felt like they could truly have a moment to take a break there, like they could finally be happy and just settle in, trying to have normal lives once again.

And her positive thoughts only increased when a lovely lady from the community gave birth. It was an occasion to celebrate, and for a couple of months passing, it seemed like a lot of good things were happening around, so she couldn't be happier.

Ah, there she was, parading herself in her light cream-coloured sundress, with a white little parasol (courtesy of her loving husband) to protect herself from the sun, as she strolled around the streets, exploring and marvelling at the beauty and tranquilly around her like a happy puppy would on their first stroll into the outside world.

Oh, she loved that dress so much. Not only was it beautiful and fit her personality, but it was also quite adjustable, so she wouldn't need to worry about sore breasts or her belly being uncomfy. She could still remember how comical Daryl's expressions were when she tried explaining to him the concept of aesthetic cores and how she was a cottagecore.

He seemed so lost that she laughed for about 10 minutes before deciding to somewhat draw it to show him what she meant; predicting that a more visual approach would help him understand the concept better. He did admit it was pretty much her vibe after seeing the dresses and all the stuff "a cottagecore likes and does".

After that, whenever he would go out for his runs, he would try to look for dresses like the one she drew, and whenever he couldn't find any, he would bring drawing or painting materials, old cameras, or little flowers he thought she would like. (PD: She always likes them.).

That's how her most favourite memory of a Sunday morning came to be. And like that, every Sunday morning, after her husband would leave for runs or tasks, she would wear her light cream sundress and white sandals and take her white parasol to roam around, greeting everyone and enjoying nature (despite her best friend's advice to rest and her husband's disapproval).

However, she understood why Daryl was so against it in general. He was just worried about her health and safety. After all, she was now in her second trimester of pregnancy, expecting their son or daughter to come into the world in a few more months.

She loved Daryl. Deeply. And she would never question him or his decisions (well, maybe sometimes she would), but she was so tired of staying at home doing nothing for most of the day. And though Carol, Michonne, and a few others would come to visit and spend time with her when her husband was away, Y/N wanted some freedom, some independence.

God knows she would ‘bore to death’ if she had to stay in the same place doing nothing for one more day while everyone else fulfilled their roles.

As she came closer to the small town's pond, she took big strides to approach a blooming peony bush. She loved the smell of its flowers. And as she lightly bent down to sniff the sweet aroma from the round pink flowers, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of her husband, who was sitting on a bench not far from her. From afar, she could notice a worried expression on his face.

She strode slowly in his direction and placed a hand on his shoulder, greeting him with a warm and loving smile, but instead of the usual “Hey, Sunray” or “Why are ya out 'ta house alone?” she would receive, she heard him grunt.

At that, she furrowed her brows in confusion and slight concern, wanting to know what had made her husband so grumpy at early noon. “Is everything okay, Dar?” She asked in a soft, patient tone.

Daryl looked away from her, not wanting to make eye contact, and sighed in annoyance. “Everythin's fine,” he answered grumpily.

Y/N, knowing her husband and not believing that crap for a second, looked at him more seriously. “Daryl…” She called out his name, insisting he should tell her the truth.

Daryl sighed irritantly, hearing her insist, knowing she wouldn't back down. He then turned his gaze to her and unexpectedly exclaimed, “Ah said everythin's fine, dammit!”

He said this a bit too loudly, not noticing that he had snapped at her.

This action made Y/N flinch, not used to such an alert state in Daryl anymore. Now she was truly worried.

“Hey, hey, honey, it's okay... What's got you so riled up? Is work becoming too much? Or are they not listening to you? Should I go teach them a lesson?” She asked at first, even making a joke to brighten him up, but Daryl only shook his head, still not wanting to speak.

He held his head in his hands, almost in a desperate posture, making his wife worry even further. She was going to say something, but a tiny piece of cloth caught her attention. It was then that she got to see the tiny, frill-decorated bib on his right hand.

She put pieces together in her mind like a game of tetris and asked again, with more understanding tone and gentleness in her voice.

“Is it the baby?” Daryl kept quiet, but his shoulders tensed up. Y/N now knew what was ‘the main issue’, and took action immediately, slowly running her hand on his back and giving a few gentle pats to soothe her husband's worry. He looked like he was on the edge.

Daryl's gaze and body seemed to loosen up as he felt her hand on his back. He then tried to explain his concerns.

“I... Ah ain't upset, is jus'...” He trailed off, not knowing how to express his thoughts.

“It's okay, love. You don't have to tell me now if you aren't prepared. Here, let's just sit for a bit, okay? I'm starting to feel heavy again.” Y/N reassured him, not wanting him to feel pressured if he was already so altered.

She had some trouble sitting down next to him, though. Despite not being in the 3rd trimester yet, her belly heaviness seemed to be causing her discomfort when she had to sit or stand up in a rush. But she didn't mind it much; it made her happy because that was the proof of the love Daryl and she had for each other and the life growing inside her.

Daryl noticed her struggle and quickly went from being annoyed to concerned. He stood up and carefully helped Y/N sit down, making sure she was comfortable before taking a seat next to her.

“Damn, ya sure are a heavy load,” he joked. At this, Y/N dramatically gasped and faked being offended.

“Hey! I remind you, you're the one that made me heavy! ~“ She played along, jokingly shoving him to the side with a smile, trying to lighten up his mood, and succeeding brilliantly when she heard him chuckle.

“Well, sugar, if I reckon correctly, it takes two to tango to make a young'un 'round these parts,” he smirked, faking innocence at the fact he got her pregnant.

Y/N gasp-chuckled, defending herself. “But it takes you not wanting to pull out beforehand to make the baby, isn't it right, honey? ~”

She clarified softly, putting her hand on his chest, batting her eyelashes cutely at him, and getting close enough to him to make their lips graze but not touch. All in the name of teasing him.

Daryl chuckled again, feeling attracted to her playful teasing, his breath hitching slightly as her lips grazed against his own. He couldn't help but smirk; his eyes locked onto her gaze.

He gently grabbed her hips, slowly pulling her closer to him to the point of having her almost seated on his lap.

“Oh, but ah know for a fact ya wudn't complainin' at the moment, darlin',” he continued, feeling proud for his little ‘achievement’ as he caressed her thigh over the sundress.

Feeling a little braver than usual, Y/N whispered: “And how would I, when you know how to drill me in the right spot? ~”

She murmured against his lips. Her gaze never left him, and her smile only widened each time he looked down at her lips and looked back at her eyes, obviously enchanted by her charms already.

Daryl's eyes darkened with desire, and his grip on her hips tightened slightly. He felt his heart racing at her words. He pulled her closer to him until their bodies were pressed together.

“Damn, woman… Ya know I ain’t doin' this here.” He groaned softly against her lips while devouring her with his stare. They sure were the only ones at the pond around then, but despite the tall, full, and flourishing grass, bushes, and plants, they could still be easily spotted if they decided to... get loose. (😏)

“Then why do you keep pulling me closer, hm, hun? ~”

It was sort of comical to see him struggle to compose himself in this situation, making Y/N not want to miss out on teasing him to the fullest. She placed both hands on his chest and slowly arranged her position on his lap to sit and view him better.

Daryl let out a low growl as Y/N moved closer. He felt the heat rising within him, his hands roaming from her hips to her backside, gripping it firmly. His breathing becomes heavier as he looks down at Y/N.

“Yar testin' ma limits, sweetheart.”

Y/N smiled innocently, enjoying the effect she had on her husband.

“I guess the preggy hormones are doing their stuff again... I feel kinda—needy,” she admitted a little sheepishly and continued with a more serene tone. “But… that will have to wait for now.”

“Now... Why don't you tell me what got you so fed up before, love?“ She questioned, changing her position once again to avoid making Daryl even more aroused.

She looked into his eyes tenderly and patiently, waiting for him to pour out his heart.

He knew they were a team now that needed trust and communication to get through everything. So she trusted he would be able to let out what was on his mind that made him so tense earlier.

Daryl took a moment to compose himself, gathering his thoughts after being so close to Y/N. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly; his grip on her loosened a bit as he leaned back on the bench.

He averted his eyes for a moment, his expression becoming heavier.

“Tis just...everythin', know what am sayin'?” He paused and looked at her belly, then back at her eyes.

“Da kid, da thought of bein' a pa... is like a whole heap to deal with, y'know?” He expressed his deepest concern about your future child.

Seeing her husband so worried brought her heartache. She sighed and wrapped her hands around his head, placing them on her chest as she made circular movements on his scalp in a slow, comforting way.

“And here I thought I was silly for feeling bad about myself and thinking I wouldn't make a good enough mom and wife, while my dear husband was here on his own, questioning his capacity to keep us safe…” She sighed again and continued. “I'm really a bad wife, huh?”

Daryl leaned into Y/N's touch, closing his eyes as she ran her hands through his hair. He sighed deeply, feeling a mix of emotions but still negating her words.

“Nah. Ya ain't a bad wife. Yar da best damn wife. Yar perfect.”

He said it softly as he tried to encourage her. His voice was filled with a hint of frustration afterwards. “Ah jus'... 'm scared I ain't gonna be a good pa. I ain't never had a good example to follow, y'know?”

Y/N knew what he was referring to. They didn't speak so often about their pasts (deciding to let them be and find a future together), but she remembered the little Daryl commented about his family life and his broken relationship with... the man that was his father.

“Whatever happened back then... doesn't determine who you are today. You chose to be different from him, to be more understanding, to wait more patiently, and to love more deeply,” she started.

“Jesus, you've been up and about everywhere looking for baby items just to be prepared when he or she comes around.”

Y/N chuckled, reflecting on all the tiny clothes, toys, and more that Daryl kept bringing back each time he went on a run since he learned Y/N was pregnant with their child. Seeing him come over to her in an excited, uncharacteristic way to show her his new finding was as amusing as endearing.

“You're nothing like him. You're you, and you're better. And I know it scares you. Damn, it scares me too.” She insisted (unnoticedly mild-cursing), knowing well who the man she fell in love with was and how much he matured and developed just by being with you and the others.

Her sudden, brittle voice indicated she was about to cry. She felt the hormones hitting her, making her feel sadder and more vulnerable than she had seconds ago. “But… sniff But I know we will be alright because... sniff because we have you, we have each other, and... sniff and that's all that matters to me, so... we will get to learn how to raise our child together. We w-will set the good example ourselves, o-okay?”

Her voice trembled at the last sentence as she grabbed a hold of his face, pressing his cheeks together to make him look over at her. Finally, she had let go of her emotions and became a teary mess, non-stop sniffing before him.

Almost used to her mood swings already, Daryl couldn't help but chuckle softly despite the seriousness of the situation, amused by the little it took to make her cry now, even if she was already quite emotional beforehand.

“Baby, yar crying... again. I swear yer hormones have been all over the place,” he stated in a playful manner, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb. He then took her hands into his own, holding them gently. The difference in size and texture was kinda silly.

“Still… Yar dang right 'bout us, we're gonna stick together. I ain't never been good at all this family business, but I'll do whatev'r it takes for ya and our young'un.” Daryl promised to her lover, feeling more accepting of his new role.

“I-I can't help it... sniff the pregnancy... sniff I swear I've never been so emotional about everything before... sniff I hate it... And you know I hate swearing too…” She complained, her voice increasing in intensity as she recalled her distaste for swearing and swearing words.

“It just… It hurts me so much when sniff I see you like this... Like you'll get tired of me or sick of us, and—”

Y/N stopped herself, incapable of completing what came to mind as more tears fell. The unlooked-for thought brought a new fear to her mind: a possible future without Daryl, having to tend and care for the baby alone.

It terrified her.

Daryl's expression softened even more as he saw her tear up. Damn hormones got her all upset, and all he wanted to do was take it all away. His chest twisted in pain when she mentioned he could get tired of her, so he gently pulled her closer to him with a firm grip.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” he said, guiding her gaze to his by holding her chin. “Sunray, ya got nothin' to worry about, y'hear me? I ain't goin' nowhere... 'M plum crazy 'bout ya, and I ain't never leaving ya or our young'un, I promise. I ain't getting tired of you, sweetheart; yar everythin' to me.”

He confessed sweet things to her, wanting Y/N to feel the depth of his love for her.

“B-but… sniff the way you sniff yelled before…” She argued between sniffs and hiccups, being so focused on her mood that she kept forgetting to breathe properly.

“I thought I… I did something to sniff get you upset with me again, like... sniff like when sniff I misplaced your crossbow last week and you sniff wouldn't talk to me until I found it…”

She couldn't help but sob at the remembrance, making Daryl feel a pang of guilt when she mentioned his reaction earlier and last week. He had made her so hurt for not talking to her that it still poked at her. And damn, she was crying even more now. He hated seeing her like this. His little sunray was all cloudy because of him.

“Hey, come on now, sweetcheeks... I'm sorry for hollerin' at ya, ait? I was a bit... on edge, but it had nothin' to do with ya, ait? S'not nothin' to worry about.” He spoke softly as he pulled her even closer, his hand gently rubbing her back in soothing circles, just like she did to him minutes ago.

“And 'bout that crossbow, that was nothin'.”

“But... sniff you got so angry... hiccup I thought you'd hate me forever if I couldn't find it… hiccup and the thing is, you always placed it anywhere! hiccup”

Y/N protested, claiming Daryl was the one constantly dropping his weapon all over the house, but the truth was, she was actually the one changing its location.

The pregnancy sure had its shortcomings, but one of them that mostly affected Y/N was easily misplacing things because she became a lot more forgetful (possibly because of the amount of blood, nutrients, and oxygen she was losing each day to provide to her baby and help him/her keep growing healthily). So, each time she'd see the crossbow somewhere she previously placed it while doing house chores, she'd think it was Daryl who placed it there, and she'd put it somewhere else, and then she'd come across it again and place it somewhere else, over and over again.

It happened multiple times before with less meaningful things, but this was Daryl's crossbow we were talking about. When he would come back home looking for his main weapon, Daryl would find it missing, and when he would ask Y/N, she wouldn't remember where she last saw it.

After hours of scattering the whole house, she felt so silly when they finally found the crossbow inside their wardrobe. She couldn't even remember keeping it there, but... all pointed out that the pregnancy was just taking the best of her, and Daryl's stress wasn't really helping much.

Despite Daryl understanding the situation was a consequence of the pregnancy later on and trying as best as he could to make her feel better, inside her mind, she couldn't help but continue blaming herself for making him angry that day.

The silent treatment he gave her seemed to have broken her heart into two.

Daryl listened to her words, realising the severity of the case and feeling more stupid for not fully catching how much that incident had affected Y/N. Seeing her tears made his heart ache even more.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, feeling guilty for causing her so much worry, knowing she had too much on her plate already.

“Hear me out now. I ain't never gonna hate ya, y'hear? It was ma fault for bein' dang careless with where I left ma stuff. I shouldan't given ya the silent treatment; I was jus... frustrated,” he let on, taking the blame to make her feel less remorseful.

“I'm sorry... hiccup I just don't want to make you angry again…” She hiccuped once more, feeling her eyes water up for the nth time.

Daryl gently cupped her face, his calloused thumbs wiping away the tears. “Ya ain't got nothin' to apologise for, sweetheart. Believe me, I'm the one who should be apologisin' to ya.”

Daryl sighed.

“ 'm sorry for giving' ya the silent treatment. I was bein' a damn fool. Ya didn't do nothin' wrong, ait? I'll never be angry with ya for real. I swear,” he admitted.

“Really?…” she asked with a trembling voice and big puppy eyes. He looked into her hazel eyes, his gaze loving.

“Really. I promise.”

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face; his touch was tender.

“Yar carryin' our baby, remember? Tha's the most important thang rite now. Ain't nothin' else matters more than ya and our young'un. I ain't gonna waste time bein' mad over stupid shit like lost crossbows when I gotta take care of ya,” he professed, making a second vow to himself to keep you and his future child safe.

Y/N sniffed her feelings for the last time and tried to collect herself.

“Alright…”

She placed her chin over his head and hugged his neck softly, allowing him to place his head over the beginning of her belly, giving him access to listen to the baby's little movements and her heartbeats.

“I love you, Daryl... I love you so much, I don't know what I would do without you.” She still felt somewhat emotional as she said this, but she gave it her all to avoid crying again.

Daryl wrapped his arms around Y/N while placing his head gently over her belly. He listens intently to her heartbeats, the sound of them comforting him. He momentarily turned his head to place a gentle kiss on her belly, his lips lingering for a moment as he treasured this moment.

“I love ya too, baby. Y'all and this little 'un got me wrapped around yer dang fingers. Don't know what I'd do without y'all...” He hugged her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

He caressed her cheek with his hand, his fingers lightly tracing the contour of her jawline.

He then gently rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as they shared this intimate moment as they looked forward to whatever the future had in store for them because, if anything was sure, it was that they would do anything to stay together in love.

EXTRA:

They stayed on the pond for a while longer until Y/N said:

“I wanna have strawberries and cheese,” and Daryl looked at her like she had gone crazy.

“Berries 'n cheese? You serious?” he questioned. “It tastes good…” she whispered, defending herself.

Daryl shook his head, still not finding sense in those strange pregnancy food cravings, but he still wouldn't deny any of her cravings. If his queen wanted to eat strawberries and cheese, the man would get them for her.

“If tha' what ya want,” he answered, shrugging, making Y/N hug him, glad that he agreed on getting the'snack’ for her.

“I love you, Daryl.” “Love ya too, sweetcheeks.”

A/N: OH MY GOOD GOD, FINALLY. THIS WAS THE LONGEST I'VE EVER WRITTEN. Editing this was such a pain... But was worth it! Also, I may be planning a few more stuff for this cottagecore reader... as well as other projects of course. I think I'm gonna be super occupied now because I've got work, but I'm also planning a travel (and I wanna participate in two Daryl-related writing challenges...).

May God help me because I don't think I can help myself on this 😭 but anws, this was super endearing to write. It went through very little changes since the draft, compared to other stuff I wrote, and I did a collage image banner for it, inspired by @dixons-sunshine whenever she works on her stuff. Yeah, as you can see, all this post is focused on you hahaha, hope you had the greatest day today and I love ya lots. May God keep you for even longer and give you many more reasons to rejoice, celebrate and thank Him IJN 🥰

Now, imma retire now bc I stayed up almost all night trying to edit this... and I got work early in the morning... (seriously, this was like 12 pages on Word... 💀) See ya all around!

Thanks and God bless!~

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pile 1

signs this is your pile: 5, 7, taurus, scorpio, distractions, uncomfortableness, deep connection, blond hair, lighter skin, blue, black, brown hair , brown eyes

the hierophant reversed, 7 of cups reversed

i’m seeing that you both are in 2 very different energies. this may be an illusion though, maybe you aren’t so different as you think. taurus and scorpio are sister signs, they’re opposite but the same. i’m seeing that you want more freedom in the relationship, or in your life in general, but the other person may not be allowing you that because of their personal beliefs. i’m sensing that you blindly follow this person, and doing this has lead you both into a weird position in the relationship where you feel like your not on the same page. in the continuation of your relationship, i’m seeing that you could be leaning more into this energy. i have a feeling that once or if you start doing your own thing, this person is going to feel like their losing power over you, or just losing you in general. i am seeing that eventually , you can both come to an alignment of some sort , but before you get to this point, you’ll feel confusion and questioning the relationship. i am seeing that you will continue to be generous to this person, and i think you may feel really connected to them

pile 2

this pile gets a little 18+ so please be ware of that

signs that this is your pile: cancer, leo, gemini, positivity, energetic, humor, smiling, big eyes, blue eyes, baby face, blond hair, brown hair with blond highlights, glasses, big lips, piercings, brown skin, thin eyebrows

knight of wands, king of cups

if you and this person aren’t together, then i’m seeing they will take action on you in the future or if you are together, they’re going to make a grand gesture. they feel really passionate about you, and i’m seeing it will continue. this relationship is healing you. i have a feeling they’re also helping you be emotionally stable, and this relationship is very comforting to you. you both have a lot of compassion for each other, and you guys want to take action on each other. maybe in your future you will have many dates, go traveling, or on long drives. there could also be a lot of sexual tension in this relationship, and you guys are kind of kinky😭. you could like being degraded, and they could like spanking and choking you.. LMAO

pile 3

signs that this is your pile: 10, 1, 9, 6, scorpio, jupiter, sagittarius, long or fake eyelashes, piercings, eyeliner, straight eyebrows, black hair, blonde hair, siren eyes, bigger lips, shoulder length hair

wheel of fortune reversed, 6 of cups

this relationship is heading to bad things. the relationship is going to lose control, or you and your partner will lose control. i’m seeing you guys could be leading to negativity. and i don’t think someone wants to change, or both of you don’t want to change. i’m sending a break up , or at least a really negative stage right now. the reason you guys are still holding on is because this relationship is what’s comfortable and familiar to you. your a reminiscing kind of person, who thinks of their memories a lot, and i’m seeing you know you will miss the good memories. “i don’t want to leave you” “im sorry” those are the statements coming through. i’m seeing that you could’ve known this person for a very long time, and at one point this relationship gave you happiness. things have seemingly turned sour. in the 6 of cups card, it seems a little boy is giving his cup to this little girl, but he looks sad. this is giving me “this is my last message to you” vibes. or “let me give this to you before we let each other go”

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I use melanie martinez for this so let's use my theme as an example. It's good to know whay6ypyr making your theme based off, like is it a character? Is it an aesthetic? Is it a food? Is it a bakery based? Like thaf

💌COLOUR CHOICE--

I always pick specific colour scheme like I used k-12 album, it has many nude colours, starting from a soft pink to greyish blue, with some beige and baby blue and a tint of soft purple.

You can search up colour schemes on pinterest because i use it to make my banners and everything

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If your going for a black, dark, goth theme prefer using grey for the second colour

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For your header I usually use objects like take a similar object to match my theme put it on ibispaint and remove bg to make it transparent.

You can also use a character! Remember you can stretch the header or keep it small and position it

I can't make super pretty dividers if you want however super pretty ones here are some creators:

@/anitalenia @/@plutism @/v6que @/muruffin @/dollywons @/cafekitsune

TRUST ME they're dividers are the best of the best and I mostly pick dividers from them! Ofc there are others but this is creators choice ^^

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Also reblog mood boards which suite your blogs aesthetic it will look neat.

And if you want you should make tags for stuff! Like I make it like "sakiras reblogs!!!", "sakiras dirty secrets!!!" for nsfw etc. That way you can find whenever you are trying to find something!

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[simplyhanji]

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✧ i primarily write for stray kids, but i may occasionally also write for other groups as well (enhypen, txt, etc). the majority of my works feature minsung as the focus pairing.

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

genres ✧ crime , drama , horror , mystery , paranormal , psychological thriller , romantic comedy , slasher , thriller

tropes ✧ amnesia , angst , body swap , canon compliant , desperate top , enemies to friends to lovers , loss of virginity , love triangle , rivals to lovers , soulmates , time loop/travel

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

a/b/o , age gap , aged up minors , beastiality , dubcon , gender swap , historical , incest , m-preg , medieval , military , noncon , pedophilia , self-harm , suicide , underage characters , western

[cosycafune]

JJK MASTERLIST: NSFW.

𖥔T.F࣪ ꗃ⋆࣪

i) nightly aftercare; toji fushiguro.

ii)the collapse of intimacy; toji fushiguro.

iii) pretty princess; toji fushiguro.

vi) can’t you handle me, baby? toji fushiguro.

v) let me breed you princess!

𖥔C.K ࣪ ꗃ⋆࣪:

i) the first, whispering snow; choso kamo.

ii) choso’s guilty pleasure; choso kamo.

iii) panty stealer.

𖥔S.G ࣪ ꗃ⋆࣪:

i) I want a baby; satoru gojo.

ii) rich boy’s playhouse; satoru gojo.

iii) don’t get caught, love; satoru gojo.

iv) I’ll get you pregnant! satoru gojo.

v) late night booty calls.

vi) jealousy’ll get you pregnant.

vii) stay still, baby!

viii) pussy’s confession

K.N

i) mating press; kento nanami.

ii) suck until you can’t anymore.

R.S

i) disobedient concubine

ii) obedience

iii) engraved virgin.

JJK MEN:

scream until he breaks you

art by sakimenz on patreon. updated: 14th August, 2024.

[venturethighs]

Day Twenty Seven: Hand Jobs ft. Mermaid!Reader x Pirate!Venture

How iconic I'd have a dream about being a mermaid a day before writing this. Also, I'm really sorry this is late... 🫠

More AFAB!Reader x AMAB!Venture! We haven't talked about mermaid reader and pirate Venture for a while so it's a nice change of pace.

Lots of fluff for this one!

No warnings! Everything is consensual and is safe to read! Written in head canon format.

♡ You hold their hand as the two of you walk at the bottom of the submerged shoal.

♡ They wore an enchanted amulet you bought them at the market one day. It was perfect for diving, as it gave whoever wore it the ability to see and breathe underwater.

♡ A school of iridescent fish swim in unison above your heads, reflected in the light of the moon.

♡ It's peaceful.

♡ It's quiet.

♡ No one to bother either of you.

♡ They wear no shirt– opting to show off all the nautical tattoos they've collected over the years instead. They knew you appreciated them... plus, it feels weird to swim with a shirt on...

♡ Meanwhile, you chose to wear nothing at all. It's not like they weren't used to it at this point.

♡ The water wades around your forms.

♡ A fish swims by your hair and nudges against your face affectionately. It's such an adorable sight to see.

♡ The two of you continue onwards until you reach the deeper part of the shoal, opting to lay down underneath the deep blue waves and cuddle up to one another just of out sight of any prying eyes.

♡ You lay on their chest for a while, deeply breathing in sync with them while the moonlight bathes your bodies in an ethereal calming glow.

♡ "I love the sound of your heartbeat." You tell them.

♡ Their arm brushes against your back.

♡ "You can listen to it all you want, mi tesoro." They continue rubbing your back in small, comforting circles.

♡ So... you do. You adjust yourself a little more and lay your head on their chest again.

♡ Your fingers slowly begin tracing over all their tattoos. You start with the ones on their upper abdomen first.

♡ "The jellyfish is my favorite!" You trace each one of its spindly tendrils free floating on their taupe skin.

♡ "I like that one, too." They watch as your hand makes its way across their midsection, lovingly touching all the ink along the way.

♡ Your hand ends up following a set of curving lines, like that of a treasure map.

♡ It trails downwards from around their belly button, the X partially hidden underneath their pants.

♡ "I also like this one." You smile up at them.

♡ "Uh huh. Where does the X lead?" They snicker.

♡ You playfully roll your eyes.

♡ "I wonder...?" You sarcastically reply.

♡ "Only one way to find out." They continue tracing circles on your back as their heartbeat falls between their toned thighs.

♡ You glance back down, your fingers slipping between the waistband of their pants.

♡ "No underwear! You're so shameless!" You tease.

♡ "Well, for one, we're in the water... and I don't think you have room to talk." They point out.

♡ "Mermaids are always naked." You jovially argue.

♡ Your hand strays lower. Whatever they were about to say immediately stops in their throat as you wrap your hand lovingly around their length.

♡ "Is this your treasure?" You joke.

♡ It instantly becomes hard– well, harder– in your firm grip.

♡ "Maybe." The word struggles to leave their mouth as you maneuver your touch up and down.

♡ A bead of precome forms at the tip and is instantly washed away by the ocean.

♡ The hand that once rested on your back now squeezes your hips. Tiny whimpers escape from the back of your mouth as you lean into their body, opening yourself up for more of their touch.

♡ Their hand instantly dives between your thighs, prodding up against your mound before tracing up and down your slick folds for a minute or so. Finally, they slip inside to encircle your pulsating center.

♡ It still remains relatively quiet aside from their now audible breathing, and occasional whines from your part.

♡ The moon still hangs high in the navy tinted sky, surrounded by sparkling stars.

♡ Yet– their sight remains transfixed on you.

♡ You were more beautiful than any stellar sight. No matter how bright nor rare the moon, no matter what comet or meteor shower that outer space offers– they'd rather be looking at you.

♡ They'd choose you over the universe every single time.

♡ A dreamy sigh leaves your parted lips as the pleasure inside your hips builds.

♡ You definitely aren't alone in this feeling– their hips are twitching and they grind softly against your hands steady movements.

♡ You nestle into their flushed figure. Precome continues to drip and float away into the deep blue.

♡ Tiny whimpers become heavy whines, delicately squirming as you struggle to focus.

♡ They nuzzle your blushing face and place kisses along side of it, settling against your jaw and neck as your hand slips away from them momentarily to steady yourself.

♡ Their own fingers pick up speed as you lose yourself for a few seconds. You can feel yourself convulsing as your nerves explode into bliss.

♡ "So cute." They whisper to you.

♡ They place a kiss to the outside of your ear.

♡ Meanwhile, you struggle hard to keep yourself from coming too quickly– but every stroke of their callused fingers has you moaning and throwing back your head.

♡ "Are you close, mi sirena?" Their voice is dripping with playfulness.

♡ Your words escape you as your eyes squeeze shut. You breathe heavy breaths between every whimper and whine, every moan and sound.

♡ It isn't much longer after this that you come heavily around their hand. Your head is practically swimming alongside the fishes afterwards.

♡ Then, your focus begins to return.

♡ You grab ahold of their arousal once more and rhythmically stroke it just as you had done before. What once was their giant ego had been reduced to nothing more than a whimpering mess.

♡ Every pump of your hand has them falling deeper into pleasure, too. They were adamant to hang on for as long as they could, making you really work for it.

♡ Except– you're not the pathetic pushover they think you are.

♡ Well... sometimes... but definitely not this time.

♡ "Just because you finish me off first doesn't mean you're better than me." Your voice is tinged with something dark. Something deep from the abyss below.

♡ "I– I didn't say–!" Their breath hitches as your thumb brushes over the head of their cock.

♡ "I can hear what you're thinking. I think you forget that, sometimes." You remind them.

♡ You laugh for a brief moment as fear runs through them.

♡ "If I was going to rip it off, I'd have done it already, my dearest." You reassure them. "I just love shattering your ego into bite sized pieces."

♡ You look up at them with glowing eyes. A sinister smile spreads across your face.

♡ You use a little more of your magic to help them along.

♡ "Are you close? Hm? Are you ready to watch yourself explode from the bliss?" You grin.

♡ Your voice sinks into the crevices of their mind. It pulls at them like a magnet.

♡ "Come. Now." You demand them.

♡ White pearls of semen drift off and dissolve into nothingness mere moments after your command.

♡ Their heart races inside their chest. You shake your head as the siren within is sated.

♡ For now.

♡ "Can we cuddle a little more?" You ask them innocently.

♡ They blink.

♡ "Of course we can!"

♡ And they're right back to holding you, rubbing circles into your back as you listen to their heartbeat once again.

[cosycafune]

DRABBLE/ SHORT FICS

001| satoru gojo: I hate you, in the same way the sun circles the earth. $€# (sfw)

002| satoru’s daddy duties. (sfw)

003| katsuki bakugo: a lost star in the chasm. (sfw)

004| satoru gojo; normal girl. (sfw)

005| dabi’s dance. (sfw)

006| pregnancy nerves; satoru gojo. (sfw)

007| pretty princess ; toji fushiguro. (sfw)

008| shoto todoroki; foreign lovesickness/ he loves me, he loves me not. (sfw)

009| katsuki bakugo| I hate you/ this might hurt. (sfw)

010| first time parent; satoru gojo. (sfw)

011| a father’s love; satoru gojo. (sfw)

012| house husband; satoru gojo. (sfw)

013| papa knows best; satoru gojo (sfw)

014| loose strings/ 21 days; xavier. (sfw)

015| save your tears; sylus (sfw)

016| we were fifteen, but we’re 19 now. (sfw)

all works belong to cosycafune. all rights reserved, 2024.

[venturethighs]

Day Twenty Six: Sensory Deprivation w/ Mummy!Venture

Oh boy,,, I love me some mummy!Venture a little too much,,, I also can't believe October is almost over? Time is flying!

AMAB!Venture x AFAB!Zombie!Reader, who we I love and appreciate very much!

No warnings! Everything is consensual and is safe to read! Written in head canon format.

♡ "My little lotus."

♡ They pause for a moment.

♡ "I love you so much."

♡ Darkness clouds your vision. You cannot hear anything but their voice. Your sense of touch, smell and taste are also gone.

♡ A blue wisp of soul fire flickers before you in the void. You timidly reach out for it.

♡ It slips between your fingers, but it's nice and warm. Just like they are.

♡ "You are so brave, so trusting..." They continue. "It means the world to me."

♡ A hazy outline of their body appears before you from the flame. You kneel before them lovingly and obediently. They reach out to hold the sides of your face.

♡ "Do you remember the safe word we established?" They ask.

♡ You open your mouth to speak, but it's muffled as if your mouth was stuffed with cotton. You nod instead.

♡ "Good. Please, don't hesitate to use it. I'll be able to hear it just fine." They remind you. "Are you ready?"

♡ You nod again. Everything goes dark once more. You can't even see– nor feel– your own body.

♡ You're unsure as to how long you're sitting in darkness before you're illuminated again. Twinkles of soul fire surround you like will-o-the-wisps. Their presence is comforting.

♡ The scent of ancient kyphi fills the emptiness with a deeper sense of security. Cinnamon, honey, sandalwood– then it sinks deeper. Spiced wine. Heavy myrrh.

♡ "I can feel what you feel." They speak in ancient Egyptian. "Your body is nice and warm."

♡ You sense something cold wrap around your wrists and ankles. Your arms are bound above your head, legs moved apart as excitement begins to stir between your stitched up legs.

♡ A hand reaches out and splays against your midsection. It's the heaviest touch you've experienced so far.

♡ It strays downwards. A finger hooks underneath the lacy fabric of your underwear and pulls tightly. You're exposed from the waist down.

♡ Your sheer babydoll top parts underneath your chest and provides little modesty in return– not that either of you mind.

♡ "All dressed up for your pharaoh? So cute." They tease you in their native tongue.

♡ You feel wetness growing between your folds as their unseen eyes take in every inch of your figure.

♡ Their hand lovingly slips between your legs. A finger brushes up against your folds. It's intense compared to the numbness inside the rest of your body.

♡ Tendrils of their curse begin to swirl around your midsection as they prod further between your slit. The smoke snakes its way underneath your top, turning from tentacles into disembodied hands.

♡ They grope handfuls of your chest, their icy cold spectral fingers honing in on your nipples in particular. They swirl around the now aroused flesh, flicking the hardened bud as you arch into their touch.

♡ "Your sounds are so lovely." They praise you.

♡ You don't even realize you're making them.

♡ Their finger delicately swirls around your pulsating center as your face contorts into pleasure. Even as minimal as the stimulation was, it was extreme under these circumstances.

♡ "You're soaking wet! Practically dripping... and from what? A few strokes of my hand?" You could hear the smile on their face.

♡ "My dearest lotus... I've barely gotten started with you." They add.

♡ They appear once again in the endless void. Your breath is heavy, but everything sounds so muffled and far away. Everything but the sound of their voice.

♡ What once was their physical hand has turned into yet another ghostly curse one– repeatedly encircling the most sensitive part of you as your legs lightly shake from it all.

♡ Their scarred fawn skin is covered in their usual wraps. They wear no clothes– instead, they stand in front of you fully aroused.

♡ Their dark sclera eyes have a twinkle of light inside of them. They look down upon you with the roughest face, enough to scare any grave robber to their soul.

♡ There is no malice behind that expression for you, though.

♡ They waste no time taking hold of your thighs and spreading them even further. The detached hand that continually brushed against your throbbing core now parts your folds– their mouth wrapping around you instead.

♡ Their forked tongue flicks against your sopping wet center. It slithers about and laps all the juices you have to offer, tasting you to the fullest as your moans of ecstasy ring inside their ears.

♡ Their eyes close to focus on you. They feel every sensitivity you have, making doubly sure to give you extra attention where you need it the most.

♡ "Sweeter than any fruit." They speak out to you inside your mind.

♡ Your legs wrap firmly around their face as you're still somehow suspended in the darkness. Their head maneuvers itself against you as they flick, lap and suck the most sensitive part of you to their undead hearts content.

♡ And they would be content to do this for hours. However, they'd rather not make you wait that long.

♡ After a few more minutes of the best head of your afterlife, they pull away and leave you needier than ever. You whine, kicking in defeat.

♡ "Patience, my dearest lotus." They chide you. "I'll give you what you want soon enough."

♡ They take ahold your legs once last time, letting you wrap them around their hips as the ghostly hand from before goes back to rubbing against your aching clit.

♡ You feel yourself rapidly approaching the end– so they waste no time inserting themself inside of you.

♡ Their thrusts are brutal and deep, hitting the sweet spot within as drool forms at the edges of your mouth.

♡ Their relentless pace combined with the affection from their spectral hands has you so, so close– but, as if through some sort of dark magic... all the sensations you feel inside your body cease at once.

♡ "I'm not done with you. You'll come when I'm ready for you to." Their dark voice speaks.

♡ They continue their aggressive thrusting as you're once again left without feeling– the edge was almost unbearable.

♡ You grip down hard on the little feeling that was left, reveling in it as they continue to nail that bundle of nerves every single time.

♡ "That's it. I love the way you feel. Like heaven." They sigh.

♡ They practically lose themself inside of you. It's hard to stay sane when every nerve inside of them is practically on fire.

♡ "It's your fault I never last long anymore." They chuckle, the curse practically dripping off every word. "I used to go for hours. Now look what you've done to me– reduced to shambles in a matter of minutes."

♡ Oh, how you wish you could understand ancient Egyptian.

♡ "It just means you are truly worthy of my time." They feel themself weaken as the minutes tick by. "Just as I had said before. I'll continue saying it because it's true–"

♡ Their breath hitches. A single snap of their fingers brings all their spectral hands back to life. You're engulfed in pure, unadulterated bliss.

♡ "You serve me well." They add.

♡ Your eyes roll back into your head as you come without warning. Your body arches deeply and your yells become screams– but you can't hear them.

♡ They certainly can, though.

♡ Warmth floods your insides before they pull out. You don't spill a single drop of their essence.

♡ Then, as per usual, the curse dissipates. They hold your hips as you collapse against your shared bed– arms tired, legs shaking, yet left utterly satisfied.

♡ They cuddle up next to you and hold you tight. You don't open your eyes until their hand brushes against the side of your face.

♡ "Little lotus..." They speak in English finally, soft and gentle as flowing silk. "Are you okay?"

♡ You nod. They place a kiss to your cheek.

♡ "Good. Do you need water? Food?" They ask.

♡ "W-water would be nice." You tell them.

♡ They run off to grab you some. You feel your senses slowly returning as the cotton sheets absorb the heat from your exhausted body.

♡ They open the cap and place the bottle to your lips. You drink your fill before collapsing back down to the pillows. They snuggle up next to you once more.

♡ "You did so well. You always do." They praise you. "Just rest. I'll be here when you awaken."

[venturethighs]

Day Twenty Eight: Flogging w/ Slasher!Venture

Woah... twenty eight days... Halloween is in THREE... just going to let that sink in, I suppose.

No actual sex this time so it's completely gender neutral for everybody! 🎉

Writing contains physical punishment. Everything is consensual and is safe to read otherwise! Written in head canon format.

♡ They hold you by your waist, looking down at you with their empty hazel eyes.

♡ "Mi vida, don't make me be mean." They beg you.

♡ Their voice is devoid of disappointment or worry, however.

♡ You flutter your eyelashes.

♡ "What if I like it when you're mean?" You pour the sweetness on extra thick, knowing fully well they're wrapped around your finger.

♡ "No. You wouldn't like it when I'm mean." They warn you.

♡ Except, they've been 'mean' to you before. It makes your heart flutter inside your chest.

♡ "Please?" You lean into their touch and look up at them with puppy eyes.

♡ "No." They state bluntly.

♡ "Please?" You try again.

♡ "No." They repeat.

♡ "Please?" One more time.

♡ You're bound to the bed frame, back facing them as you're left in only your underwear to provide you some modesty.

♡ "Mi àngel..." Their voice is serious. "You know I can't say no to you."

♡ You glance back at them with a smile.

♡ They hold your favorite flogger in their callused hands.

♡ "I won't make you wait. You remember the safe word, yeah?" They ask you.

♡ You nod enthusiastically.

♡ "Good." They lean down and their hand splays across your bare back.

♡ Then, without warning, they pull away and strike your back with the leather straps.

♡ A delighted moan falls from your lips as your skin reacts to the swat.

♡ Another hit.

♡ Your flesh is tingling.

♡ The leather repeatedly makes contact with your back several more times.

♡ Arousal stirs inside your hips as you struggle against your restraints.

♡ "H-harder–" You plea. "Please?"

♡ They deliver a harsher blow and a long, drawn out whimper involuntarily escapes your throat.

♡ "I'll hit you as hard as you want me to, but I won't make you bleed. Understood?" They lean down again and brush their hand against your tender back.

♡ "Mm– okay–!" Your voice is meek.

♡ "Sweet conejito/a." They snicker as your back arches into their touch.

♡ A few more moments of delicately tracing circles into your back before it vanishes, near instantly replaced by the harsh leather straps of the flogger once again.

♡ "Does it hurt?" They deadpan.

♡ "Y-yes! So much!" You feel yourself grin despite it.

♡ "Do you enjoy it?" They add.

♡ "Y-y-yes!" Tears form in your doll eyes as they strike you once again.

♡ "Why?" They look down at you like prey trapped between steel jaws.

♡ "F-feels g-good–" Your shaky voice is filled to the brim with pleasure.

♡ They swat you again.

♡ And again.

♡ And again.

♡ And again.

♡ They only stop to add a pillow underneath your knees. You're grateful for that.

♡ Your underwear is roughly pulled down to reveal the nude skin of your hips.

♡ "You're dripping..." They tease.

♡ Before you have the chance to reply, the hard leather brushes against the bare flesh of your ass.

♡ They grab a handful of the muscle they just hit. Then, you're struck again.

♡ They even swat the back of your thighs to switch it up on you.

♡ All the stinging and pain shoots straight between your legs– practically throbbing as liquid arousal coats your lower half.

♡ You lose track of time.

♡ Your knees grow weak as they cycle through whipping your back, your hips and your thighs.

♡ "Aren't you ready to give in?" Their comforting touch returns to you once again.

♡ You say nothing. Your brain is orbiting the sun right now.

♡ "Hm. Answer me." They demand.

♡ You open your mouth to speak but only a small squeak comes out.

♡ They nudge your kneeling body, face buried in the fuzz of the rug beneath you.

♡ They grab your hair and force your head upwards.

♡ "I'm talking to you, mi àngel." Their voice is cold and aloof.

♡ "M-m-ore–" You dreamily sigh.

♡ A fury of strikes land on your exhausted body.

♡ They do not relent– each and every one was harder than the last. Every sound they draw from you has them ready to rail you into next Sunday.

♡ After a single minute of the nonstop barrage against your supple form, you collapse and begin to cry.

♡ You're defeated– utterly dominated– completely and totally finished.

♡ But you're anything but unsatisfied.

♡ They unlock the handcuffs and pull you close. No words just yet, just tender strokes of their hand across your sensitive back.

♡ "Can you speak?" They ask you. "How are you feeling?"

♡ The softness of their voice returns.

♡ "I'm okay." You reassure them.

♡ "Good. Bath, then lotion. Snacks and cuddles after that." They tell you.

♡ They lift you up effortlessly.

♡ "So good for me, even when I'm mean." They carry you off to the bathroom to begin your aftercare session.

♡ "Especially when you're mean." You correct them.

PSA: Aftercare is important, especially after intense play. Always be kind to your partners. ♡

[venturethighs]

Day Twenty: Tentacles ft. Size Difference w/ Spiderven

*Rubs my twisted hands together* I'll let this one speak for itself, I think.

AFAB!Reader x AFAB!Venture hehehe

No warnings! Everything is consensual and is safe to read! Written in head canon format.

♡ "Sorry I had to bring you back here, I forgot my wallet in his evil lair." They open the door with a keycard they found lying around.

♡ You're not sure what shocked you the most. The fact that there was an evil marine biologist with a side job in astrophysics, or the fact that there are... tentacles... just lying... still... everywhere...

♡ "Dr. de Kuiper isn't all there sometimes. He's nice enough in the astronomy department!" Spiderven explains. "I think the ocean just does something to him."

♡ You nudge one of the tentacles and it flops over uselessly, still unmoving.

♡ "Ectoplasm tentacles. They only come to life when you give them a command." They continue. "Now... where did I leave my wallet... ah!"

♡ Your curiosity gets the better of you as you kneel down to touch one. It feels solid– also jelly like? It's very odd.

♡ "Hm." Is all that leaves your mouth as you continue feeling it further.

♡ They slide their wallet into their back pocket. Then, that's when they see it.

♡ The strings of your thong poking out from your skirt.

♡ The idea is much too funny to them. "Hey, pull on the straps of their thong and tell them to pull their skirt up!" They joke.

♡ Their command catches you by surprise. As do the tentacles that sneak between your legs as they adjust your skirt length.

♡ But, all they manage in doing is exposing the rest of you as they twirl uselessly around the fabric.

♡ Sloan only blushes at the sight. Then, a soft pulsing between their legs starts up. "That's not entirely what I meant–"

♡ You try fruitlessly to cover yourself once again, but another tentacle wraps around your wrist and pulls it uselessly in the air.

♡ You glance over at your beloved who watches with a hand clamped over their mouth in shock.

♡ "I'm sorry! Uh–" They're enjoying it too much.

♡ Another tentacle sneaks between your thighs and rubs against your slit, causing wetness to form near instantly. A gentle whimper escapes your lips as a result.

♡ "You took me here on purpose, didn't you?" You glance back at them with a flushed face.

♡ "Not entirely! I swear!" They reply.

♡ "If you tell anyone about this, I'll throttle you." You threaten them, but the tentacle between your legs rubs against you again, making you weak in the knees.

♡ "Even Antiven?" They snicker.

♡ You sigh. "I have a feeling they already know."

♡ They laugh. Another tendril wraps around your free wrist and pulls you forward, and you fall on the ground with a thud.

♡ The laugh turns to instant guilt. "Okay, I'm sorry, let me help–" They kneel beside you but one of the ectoplasmic wisps smacks their hand away.

♡ "Um... ow!" They huff. "These things hit hard..."

♡ You're paying no attention to their commentary, tentacles writhing across your supple figure as your clothes are torn to shreds.

♡ Every part of your body is being touched all at once: your chest, your thighs, swirling around your sensitive center and prodding against both your entrances.

♡ Your moans catch their attention– all they can do is watch as your arms are forced above you, ankles held apart as tendrils ruthlessly pump inside of you.

♡ It's only then do they feel utterly useless. Some of these tentacles are ten times the size of them– but it doesn't seem like they're keen on hurting you, otherwise you'd be torn in half already.

♡ So they surmise that they must be acting on their command.

♡ "Stop!" They shout, and every single one of them stand pin-drop still.

♡ You have a moment to catch your breath. Your legs are absolutely shaking with ecstasy, and you craw back over to them pathetically as your nerves burn with pleasure.

♡ They lean down to hold you. The arousal between their thighs is almost unbearable.

♡ "Is– is this not what you wanted?" You tease them. Even in the midst of chaos you still somehow find the humor in it. It's cute, really.

♡ "I- I mean–" They stutter wildly, their face unnaturally carmine red. "If you're enjoying it, I promise I wouldn't say anything–"

♡ You can't do anything but giggle. Your hand palms the outside of their pants and you're rewarded with the smallest whimper.

♡ "Just... get on with it." You sigh with a smile.

♡ Then, as if listening keenly, the tendrils flail back to life and snatch you back in their grasp. You put up no fight as one of the bigger ones wrap around your wrists and hold you up.

♡ You're stuffed full of the pseudo-slime material, thrashing and squirming inside your holes as your core is flicked mercilessly. Your eyes squeeze shut as every part of your body is stimulated relentlessly.

♡ You didn't think about how enjoyable this actually was. You secretly hope this wasn't the last time you'd come back here...

♡ Sloan's hand disappears into their boxers as their breath picks up, fingers encircling the most sensitive part of themself mixed between frantically burying their fingers deep within.

♡ Meanwhile, you come hard against the motion of the tentacles as you're thrust into completion before you even realized it. There was no indication of a build up nor a breaking point– it was pure, unadulterated bliss the entire time you were experiencing it.

♡ You're lowered down to the ground with upmost gentleness. Then, almost if apologizing or praising, one of the tendrils pats you on the head before they all go back to being inactive once more.

♡ "Are you done touching yourself yet?" You nudge their tired figure on the ground, arm covering their eyes as their hand is still inside their pants.

♡ "I need a minute–" They tell you. Them?! What about you!?

♡ "Go get me a change of clothes." You pout, crossing your arms as cleavage forms between your breasts.

♡ "Ah– yes, mi tesoro–" It takes them a full minute to get up and leave for your shared apartment.

♡ Meanwhile, you take a photo of the place for a certain somebody.

♡ All they reply with is "NOOOOO THEY TOOK YOU BEFORE I DID!!!"