#cosycafune

[cosycafune]

FIRST TIME PARENT

Satoru’s a little confused with taking care of his daughter, but it’s his first time as a parent, so scrutiny isn’t something he’ll allow on himself. after all, everything’s a learning experience.

synopsis of acts: vomiting, cuddling, fluff, postpartum, first-time parents. satoru gojo, father au.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Satoru’s curious. Curious at the little, crying girl that’s biologically his own. Sure, he’s married to you, supported you through your pregnancy, but seeing the aftermath of your pregnancy left him with a whirlwind of thoughts. Protecting his little Aiko flooded his mind, as how can a little baby so precious adorn this flawed world.

Naturally, he couldn’t help put gently watch his slumbering newborn — before glancing back at a sleeping you in never ending awe. Awe he had once been too afraid to muster up before he had met and fallen in love with you. An irreversible fondness that continues to guide and coddles him consistently; Satoru loves you with all the might he takes to breathe.

However, he turns his gaze towards a crying Aiko — longing to soothe her to not wake you up. After all, you had just given birth and you’re awfully sore. Sore in a way Satoru doesn’t want to interrupt, even if it meant sacrificing everything of his willpower to put Aiko back to sleep again.

To him, all she had done was be adorable, be fed, go back to sleep and throw up on him. That’s all, but she’s still his precious first born daughter.

“‘Ko, let’s not wake mummy up,” Satoru softly murmurs, contrasting the erraticness of his daughter.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up,” Panicking, Satoru gently picks up Aiko — fitting her into the home of his arms.

Even as she harshly cried, Satoru couldn’t help but sit down within the fresh rocking chair. Within the rocking chair and placing her against his heartbeat, just so she would calm and be adjusted to his heartbeat.

After all, Satoru had consistently been doing skin-to-skin — paving a subtle path of familiarity for Aiko. If rendered exhausted, Satoru grew unwilling to care — prioritising you and Aiko’s beauty sleep over his own. As, to him, the two of you are the only perfect necessity to him.

You’re both angels, who deserve to be pampered effortlessly.

“Papa’s here now,” Satoru listens to Aiko begin to lighten, her tiny fist lazily propped against his peck.

Careful with his large hands, Satoru uses his free hand to comb through Aiko’s ivory and brown wisps of hair. Seeing her with his ivory hair warmed his eyes as she carried one of his rare characteristics, leaving a future thing for the two of them to bode over in the future.

“You look just like me, with a lot of mummy,” Treasuring the moment, Satoru slips into a smile, “Aiko Gojo, you’re just your daddy.” Tearing up, Satoru observes Aiko’s gentle cooing.

“Look how tiny you are,” In awe, Satoru’s heart is plentiful — completely adorned with everything he ever needs in life.

“Your first words will be papa!” Enthralled, Satoru’s enthusiastic shouts are followed up with Aiko throwing up milk on his chest.

“That’s what you get for scheming, Sato’,” Chuckling, you capture the blown kiss that Satoru gifts you.

“Now I get to spend a little less time with her and you,” Pouting, Satoru’s whiny point are soothed by an exhausted you — who groggily glimpses at him.

“If you get here in less than five minutes, we can cuddle!” Exhilarant, you propose your arrangement — only for Satoru to be gone before you could blink again.

Well, at least he had cleaned Aiko up and settled her comfortably down.

Satoru’s a good first time parent, even if there was still so much to learn.

What isn’t he good at?

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[vvndzs]

hii friend!! i found toji angst!!! https://www.tumblr.com/cosycafune/749314132870922240/the-collapse-of-intimacy-toji-fushiguro

OMGGGG WAIT THIS LOWKEY HAS THE KICK

[cosycafune]

WISH I’D FUCKED YOU SOONER!

eren’s obsessed with the idea of fucking you, his girlfriend, so doing losing his virginity to a virgin you reprogrammed a pussy-deprived him. <3

a synopsis of acts: oral (f), missionary, sizing, boob grabbing, sadistic tendencies, multiple creampies, virginity loss, reassurance + potential more.

I’d like to think that when you and Eren lost your virginities to each other, a part of him would be so scared of hurting you. Yet, another part of him slightly thrived on knowing that he had you in such an intimate position, your legs sprawled, your stomach swelling with his cock, and your eyes teary.

The two of you hadn’t experienced anything like this before, but knowing how warm your soppy cunt is, and how much it could take of Eren’s mighty cock, made him prideful. Even if it took him a few times to learn through each of his swift finishing, inside of you, you told him to keep going — momentarily forgetting pregnancies exist.

Eren couldn’t ever get enough of your thudding heart, your scrunched up features, only being soothed by Eren reassuring and kissing your lips. With you bleeding, he consistently asked you if you wanted him to stop — but you pleaded for him to keep going.

Beautifully, Eren spent all night learning to fuck you — just so the next time would be more special than the last. Reassurance is his best specialty, only when it comes to you. Never had he seen you this vulnerable before, so seeing your angelic physique, your nervous features and your heavy breathing, completely resonated with him

Yet, the part that brought him to cum insanely quickly was your cunt pulsating — scared at his cock kissing upon your clit for the first time. Seeing the sight, and how his cock overwhelmed your cunt, made Eren gawk. Gawk, continuously running his cock against your soppy folds — only to subconsciously cum against them.

No, Eren wasn’t sure what specifically left him a cumming mess — because it was everything. Watching you writhe around, desperately trying to fit almost every inch of him, crying, shaking and throwing your head back, sadistically left him to sexually spiralling.

Sizing you up, that did wonders on his delirious mind. Just seeing you wearing a lilac bra, your ample breasts sprawled, unleashed Eren’s caged instincts. Seeing parts of your nudity was normal to him, but seeing you in a sexual glory pulverised each of his thoughts. He found himself longing to finally claim you, making you take and handle him — in a way you’ve been deserving of for a long time.

After tasting you, that’s what secured it for Eren. To him, learning how to give you head was the easiest act for him — as it refrained from hurting you. Just your pretty moans, your shyness and your maintained eye contact, it made him helplessly divulge within your cunt. Your cunt as you wrecked his manbun, gasping and moaning loudly at Eren roughly grabbing your breasts.

Rolling your hips was easy, but it grew harder each second — as Eren had already adapted to your pleasure patterns. It wasn’t something so easy, but seeing the hope in your eyes made him explore his stable stamina — eating you out until his jaw grew mildly lazy.

Knowing it was irresponsible to cum inside of you, Eren ponders on such a thing — but he didn’t care. It was daft to say, but seeing your pretty pussy filled with cum made him do it over and over again — praying mercilessly that he knocks you up.

Missing out on fucking you sooner is Eren’s only mistake in your relationship, as being unable to treat you sexually and wrecking you, made him wonder how badly the two of you were missing out.

—

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[cosycafune]

HOUSE HUSBAND!

'Satoru never thought he would take on the role as a house husband, but he found himself proud of the cookies he had baked for you and little Aiko. Jujutsu's second nature to Satoru, but being at home with you and his daughter's first.

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Satoru never thought he’d find comfort in becoming a house husband, but he found himself comfortable the moment he was placed in the role. Seeing you working, yearning for at least enough time to commodify Aiko with someone trusted, left him offering to temporarily look after Aiko longer than what he was used to.

Innately, Satoru’s always overseas — accustoming himself to the way of jujutsu. Yet, the moment he came home, watching a tired you place Aiko into bed, it caused him to develop a change of heart. A change of heart towards seeing you mentally struggle with having to deal with it all, along with the worries of Satoru potentially leaving you as a widow.

So, since Satoru’s good at mastering everything, he couldn’t help but stand within the kitchen. Within the kitchen with a cute apron on, bundling Aiko in his arms while he mixed up the ingredients for cookies and dinner. Just everything about the moment, particularly with him wearing a matching hat with Aiko, made his heart ache at the passed by memories.

His daughter continued to grow, but very few moments of her’s had skimmed by him.

“Pwpa!” Aiko gleefully announces, splattering flour on Satoru’s nose with irreplaceable happiness.

“My little flower,” Satoru musters out, splashing flour upon Aiko — brightening the whites of her curls.

“Mama would be so proud right now,” Muttering, Satoru silently ponders on his statement — intaking Aiko mindlessly babbling.

“Mwma!” Ecstatic, Aiko’s eyes contort to a heavily tired you — making your way into the kitchen within the blessed morning.

“Look at you two, cutie pies!” Slightly jogging, you fill the ample kitchen with your cherished warmth.

“I’m waiting,” Satoru falsely grumbles, his cheeks dampened with crimson when you applied a heavy kiss upon his floured lips.

“‘So greedy,” Smitten, you chuckle — merrily being suffocated by so, so, so many face kisses coming from Satoru and Aiko.

“I think I’ll stay home more often,” Cooing, Satoru attacks you with further kisses. His cerulean eyes beam, filled with starriness at your floured, dazed expression.

Floured, moments like this made him truly cherish you and Aiko’s presence — making him truly take on the role of a sufficient house husband.

After all, he now did the cooking, cleaning, teaching and more with you occasionally working.

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[cosycafune]

SATORU’S DADDY DUTIES.

Satoru takes his fatherhood duties seriously, even if it means making several messes that you’ll scold him for. he gets a kiss from you at the end of the day, so making food messes messes with his daughter, Aiko, is his very specialty.

short scenario + fluff. satoru father au.

I’d like to think that Satoru takes his father duties so, so, so serious. Occasionally, you’d go shopping — only to come home and find him in a tutu. In a tutu, matching your one year old, Aiko, twirling around and listening to the silliest music.

The second duty you were appalled at was coming home to see Aiko covered in strawberry ice cream, whilst Satoru looks no better — his hair soaked in it. The clean up left you angry and annoyed, but it soon turned into admiration watching the two people you love the most work together to clean this up.

The third was from shopping for Aiko, only to watch Satoru drive the cart with Aiko in it — running around frantically in the store to keep up with her consistent agains.

The fourth one was waking up in the middle of the night, only to find your husband’s side of the bed ajar. But as you searched, you found Satoru in Aiko’s room — cradling her in his arms while he had fallen asleep. Perfectly, he had protected her head, placing a blanket on the two of them — especially because he knew she hated being alone occasionally.

Even if they were the finest things of humour, Satoru always made sure to fulfil them for his precious daughter.

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[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.

[cosycafune]

‘CHERRY BLOSSOMS FLOURISH HERE

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━’

──── 𖥔 ݁ ˖✧୨ৎ────

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵୨୧︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ let the show begin ───〃★

౨ৎ / SERIES / ౨ৎ / MASTERLIST / ౨ৎ / ONE SHOTS / ౨ৎ / DRABBLES. / ౨ৎ / IMAGINES/ ౨ৎ

may the lonesome rain bloom.

౨ৎ˚⟡˖──── .𖥔 ݁ ୨ৎ──── ᥫ᭡

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ favourites: a decorated throne, accustomed to royalty (no escape zone; sylus) seal your lips, mischief arises (mating press;k.n, can't you handle me, baby? t.f) series: raise the dagger to my estranged heart (sinful devotion;sylus) fluff: a formulated treasure (pregnancy nerves; s.g) ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

all works belong to cosycafune. all rights reserved, 2024. sylus art by @-山羊座的友人 (I’m not sure on which platform)

[cosycafune]

STAY STILL, BABY!

satoru gojo’s hard to tame, you thought. however, having him here, submissive, begging for you to let him cum, reassured you of everything you needed to know. hm, he’s so obedient. short drabble.

acts: breeding, submissive satoru, riding, crying, sniffling, teasing, begging and potential more.

Pathetically, Satoru’s came so, so, so, so many times as you roll your hips against him. Greedily taking him in, he remains sniffling beneath you, an unfathomable mess.

The tip of his nose remains painfully crimson, ample buds of tears within his cerulean eyes. Grinning, you continue to pulverise Satoru’s ample cock — greedily sucking in every inch. Every inch as he twitches against you, gasping, writhing, desperate to cum again.

“Please! ‘Need to cum!” Satoru clumsily speaks, hiccuping with desperation — in heavy need of him.

“Ask nicely, ‘Toru,” Licking your drooling lips, you moan harshly — your breasts bouncing as you delectably ride him.

“Ah! Please!” Sniffling, a teary mess, Satoru casts himself into accidentally finishing — glancing at you with an adorable expression.

“Mhm, Sato’, are you trying to…get me pregnant?” Unable to slow down your pace, Satoru uses his athletic hips to steal a few thrusts from you — wanting to gift you every part of his cum.

“Yes! ‘Need to do this everyday!” A mental wreck, Satoru’s subconscious thoughts pour so delicately upon you.

“Stay still, baby!” Chuckling, in awe at Satoru’s disobedience, you groan at his thick ropes of cum dominating your cunt.

If only he could stay still, you’d milk him off all of him.

—

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[cosycafune]

— SERIES:

001| satoru gojo: rich boy’s playhouse. 1/3

chapter 1: running is all you’ve ever known.

chapter two: you’re just like your daddy.

chapter three: work in progress.

002: no escape zone; sylus. 1/3.

part one

part two.

003: sinful devotion. 1/???

prologue.

[cosycafune]

i've written sm for sylus atp i need to move back to writing for jjk men. i keep dreaming abt sylus & everything. toji, nanami or gojo's next.

[cosycafune]

PREGNANCY NERVES; SATORU GOJO.

a summary of the short drabble: you’re satoru gojo’s biggest prize possession. so, when he sees you crying, he can’t help but show you that you’re the world. you’re everything, never amounting to nothing.

synopsis of acts: crying, pregnancy, kissing and comforting.

— ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 —

“What if I’m not good enough?” Blabbering, you plop yourself on your couch — wrapping your arms around your cold limbs.

“Who’s not good enough?” Embedded with surprise, your heart crashes against your ribs at Satoru’s enthusiastic question.

“…” Curling into yourself, you discover yourself weeping at Satoru’s openness. Simply everything about his conducted tone overwhelmed you, leaving you feeling ungrateful.

You have everything at your fingertips, yet you’re allowing worry to consume you. Yet, it makes sense. After all, you’ve been concealing your budding pregnancy for two days. Two days as your heart grows incapable of deciphering whether you’re best suited to raise a Gojo clan member.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Satoru interrogates you, the lengthy sound of his footsteps completely smothering you.

You felt surrounded, hopeless, yet blanketed in the greatest love you have ever encountered.

“Satoru, I’m pregnant,” Shaky, balling into yourself, you listen to Satoru plop down beside you. Beside you before he bundles a sobbing you within his arms, concealing you from every worry within this troubled world.

It’s only you and him that beautifully linger, reigned upon with the love you bestow each other with.

“Congrats, my love, and I’ll be there every step of the way,” Satoru plasters a kiss of praise upon your lips, coddling a mentally lightening you, “I know you’re scared of having our child be in the Gojo clan, but you’re the world, so I’ll alter everything for you.” Assured, Satoru comforts you with a plentiful kiss.

He comforted your pregnancy nerves.

—

do not copy, reword any of my works. cosycafune, 2024. all rights reserved.

[cosycafune]

FOREIGN LOVESICKNESS/ HE LOVES ME, LOVES ME NOT; SHOTO TODOROKI:

a summary of this chapter: you’ve always had a crush on shoto, but he’s always been too naive to pick up on it. so this time, after he couldn’t figure out the love letter you stuffed into his locker was you, you resort to a much more personal means: beneath the cherry blossom tree. his favourite spot.

a synopsis of acts: confessions, first kiss, happiness, hugs.

Trembling hands are all you could display. Trembling hands as you carry your love letter beneath the cherry blossoms, the frilliness of your skirt being adorned with swaying wind. It’s as if the wind comforts you within such a daunting, anxious and refreshing moment. A moment that could alter everything as he’s here.

Shoto’s here.

“Momo said you wanted me here, Y/n?” Oblivous to your previous advances, Shoto plasters himself into glimpsing at you with an unfathomable blankness. A blankness that leaves you extremely nervous, despite how well you know Shoto.

“S-Shoto!” Lightly shouting his first name with delight, you stammer effortlessly without getting the base of your point out.

Your love letter.

“Hm?” Shoto lightly murmurs, slight confusion overwhelming him as his cerulean and stormy-grey eyes completely overtake and adorn you heavily.

“Did you receive any love letters on valentines?” Mindlessly questioning him, your nerves reevaluating the situation, you shift yourself into glancing up at him. Glancing up at him while she shifts nearer, his strawberry milk cartoon loosely within his broad hands.

“Yeah, but I saw you got so many, read the letters and ate all the chocolates,” Shoto comfortably announces, steering himself into happily conversing with you.

“Y-Yeah, but did any stand out?” Muttering with nervousness, you observe him gleefully consume the last of his strawberry milk carton — his fond eyes lingering upon you.

“Yes, one that had strawberry milk, and a confession, but I wish they’d tell me,” Listening to Shoto’s oblivious suggestion, you huff at the lack of awareness that tints him.

He’s aware of your handwriting, so did he simply believe that you didn’t have the guts to adore him?

“Shoto, can we walk?” Loosening up your meekness, you comfortably beam at the beauty of his at rest characteristics. Characteristics that sway within the whispering blossoms, especially the beauty of his crimson and ivory hair.

“Sure,” Shoto replies, his twinkling eyes longing for the unestablished journey.

Just hopes and dreams.

“I have a letter for you,” Blabbering out your proposal, you glimpse at the nearby classroom window — observing Ochaco, Midoriya, Denki and Katsuki heavily watchful of your encounter.

“Did something happen?” Mindful, Shoto’s features are blanketed with a sense of worry — only for you to chuckle at the gift of his instant worrying.

“No, just something great,” Beaming with each word you say, you push yourself into leaning against his shoulder — glimpsing at the crimson tint that sews upon his supple cheeks.

“I’m ready,” Softly eating a biscuit within his tender bag, Shoto casts himself into comfortably speaking — his eyes growing wide and rounded with a forgivable glee.

“Take it, Todoroki,” Growing blunt, your eyes adorn the ground as Shoko steers himself into placing his hand out — observing the heart sticker that adorns your letters envelop.

“I’ll read it,” Gleeful, Shoto encourages himself into carefully appreciating the decor upon the letter. Smitten, he carefully opens up the letter — his eyes fixated and focused upon your handwriting.

“So, it was you?” Shying at Shoto Todoroki’s assertiveness, you fiddle with the ends of your skirt — unable to steady your breathing.

“Huh?” Muttering, you mindlessly reply.

“The one who left the strawberry milk?” Confident that Shoto is a certified doofus, you loudly sigh at his proposed question.

“No! I left a confession letter!” Frustrated at Shoto’s lack of awareness of love, since he had never experienced romantic love, you glimpse at him with a shakiness he had never encountered.

“Oh?” Riddled with shock, Shoto leaves you in shambles with the scarcity to his unrevealing saying.

“I-It’s okay if you don’t—”

“—I do,” Glimpsing at Shoto, moved by his blunt mutuality, you fixate on the cherry blossoms straying around him — furthering his intricate beauty.

“You like me back?” As you suspiciously question Shoto, you observe him steer nearer to you — his heterochromic eyes enamoured by the sight of you.

“Y-Yeah,” Incapable of freeing his never ending cycle of flaring up with crimson, Shoto plasters a hand of his own upon your cheek — before he settles a tender kiss upon its suppleness.

“I’ve never had my first kiss before, Shoto,” Wavering with subtle embarrassment, you observe Shoto softly smile at how much trust you embed within his entirety.

“Same,” Shoto informs you, glimpsing at you feeling upon the cheek he had kissed.

“I want you to be my first kiss and my valentine,” Puffing out your cheeks, you confess to him so eagerly — only to feel his tender lips drift nearer to your own.

“I wouldn’t mind making you my valentine and first kiss,” Shoto captures your lithe cheek with his broad hand, only to lightly seal his eyes before applying his tender lips upon your own.

“That was beautiful,” Aware it was simply a delicate peck, your heart reforms at being kissed beneath the blossom trees by Shoto Todoroki.

He was your first kiss, beneath the cherry blossoms.

—

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[cosycafune]

IMAGINES/ HEADCANNON

001| satoru gojo; house husband.

002| papa knows best!

[cosycafune]

SUCK UNTIL YOU CAN'T ANYMORE.

usually, you're not allowed to enter kento's office -- scheming. however, your mouth's filled with kento's -- trying not to get caught as you suck him dry. sure, he's going to punish you later. but that doesn't matter, right now. your job is to be a good girl and handle it.

acts: cock warming, oral (m) receiving, masturbating, gagging, crying, mascara streaming, and trying not to get caught. mdni 18+ masterlist.

MESSY, gasping for air, gagging mercilessly, that’s what you’re doing. Doing as you’re beneath Kento’s desk, listening to his assistant blabber to him about the disorganised workers – on the phone. Kento knew doing something like this was heavily forbidden, but he couldn’t resist his girlfriend’s doe eyes – twinkling naively as you pretended to reach for something under the table. Only to trap Kento, sucking contently away on his cock – glancing up at him.

“Give me…a second,” Kento grunts out, muting his phone before he lodges his cock further into your mouth – listening to you struggling to take all of his cock.

Kento has a streak for slight roughness.

“You wanted…this,” Entertained, Kento softly mutters. Murky cognitively, Kento hurls his head back while he shoves your mouth impossibly close to his cock base.

“Hmm, that’s… it, princess,” Struggling to converse, loudly moaning, Kento lustfully glimpses down at you – struggling to fluently breathe.

“Mhm,” Each vibration you sent causes Kento to buck his hips intensely into your mouth, engrossed by his colossal cock knocking against the back of your throat.

“L-Look at you,” Kento grunts out, picking up on your prettily playing with your soppy cunt – desperate for more contact from him.

A moaning mess, Kento grins at your smeared mascara, your dignity completely thrown out and disregarded. He knew it was more disregarded the moment he noticed you completely at his mercy, waiting for his full spurts of cum exploding in your mouth. It takes him finishing so deeply within your mouth, for your eyes to light up with satisfaction.

“‘Gonna have to punish you later,” Smitten, Kento chuckles – grunting with satisfaction at his balls being emptied by you.

You’re everything.

--

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[cosycafune]

JEALOUSY’LL GET YOU PREGNANT

small drabble: satoru has a friendly jealousy streak. seeing other men speak to you riles him up, fuelling the breeding kink he has. satoru needs to get you pregnant; not having you swole with his seed has him hazy right now.

I’d like to think that Satoru would get so jealous and uptight at seeing you speak to another man. A man could be glaring at you, and he’d scoff — pushing into the need of claiming you further. Satoru’s genius idea of further would be stuffing you with his cum consistently.

An itching desire of Satoru’s would be to fill you up with his cum, push you into so many different positions, relentless creampies, to get you pregnant. In Satoru’s eyes, having other men see you swell with his child, nurturing his seed, would completely fill his happiness bar.

Satoru just hated the way men would approach you, when he left you for a second, attempting to ask you for something. Some of them didn’t even care about the massive wedding ring you wore, a symbol of his undying love for you. But for some reason, the moment Satoru came over to disrupt the guys, all of a sudden, they wanted to flee from the two of you as a pair.

Usually, a streak of jealousy would fuel Satoru, but it’d always be eased with a single kiss from you. However, Satoru wanted a more permanent solution — even if the two of you have a child together already. Instinctively, Satoru yearned to get you pregnant again.

Nah, that’s why he’s here right now, glancing into your rolling eyes whilst he cums so deeply within you. See you handle him, moaning endlessly, trembling, satisfied him immensely. Even while he pulls out, depriving you of him, seeing you so stuffed with his thick ropes of cum left him love-stricken.

Shit, you’re his. All his cum, it marks you. It’s for you, all of it. Just now, he’d have to wait — hoping you hold a positive pregnancy test.

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[cosycafune]

HE'S ALWAYS WATCHING...

sylus has issues with your absence. therefore, he takes matters into his own hands — cooling the aching from the wound you leave behind. acts: aftermath of intimacy, confusion, angst, and stalking.

a/n: I’d write more for him, but they need to release him first.

Precise, Sylus distributes his crow — searching for a vacant you. Not an ounce of your soul remains before him, just the crumbled up bed sheets you had left beside him. To him, he felt slight unease. Yet, a cruel grin contains his lips — falsifying his usually stoic front.

Calculated, crowded by solitude, Sylus looks around the room. An odd surging clings to his caged heart. Everything in Sylus longed to let his heart burst out of his chest, to chase you until the world’s destroyed. However, you slipped away again.

Searching for you through his crow, Sylus finds himself rendered helpless — stained with the sin of your departure. An uncomfortable sensation tints him, causing Sylus to angrily glance at your tattered side. To think that you’d leave, not wishing him a goodbye or something valuable he could hold.

How could you sleep with him and flee?

“Of course,” Sylus’ voice strains mildly before composure consumes him.

Though he’s nude, written with love bites, scratches, the essence of your intimate love, he still feels alone. Even as his discreet crow finally picks up on you, he’s still left with the scenery of you smiling. Smiling, smartly dressed — waving goodbye in ways you couldn’t do so with him.

He’s always watching…you.

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