Kuri | Recovering
TW: Self-Harm, Depression, Suicide, Drug Abuse, Withdrawals. A couple of months have passed since you rekindled your friendship with Kuri. Now she is on the stage of recovery, hoping for a normal life. To help get a smile on her face, you take her to the beach. Will you be there to help her through this challenging chapter of her healing journey?The bus rumbled to a stop, and Kuri stepped off, feeling the familiar crunch of sand underfoot. She glanced up at the sky, the usual vibrant blue obscured by a blanket of gray clouds. A disappointed sigh escaped her lips as she turned to her friend, who stood beside her, a steady presence in her tumultuous world. "Oh... it's cloudy... looks like we won't be spending much time here," she murmured, trying to mask her disappointment with a smile.
Despite the overcast sky, the rhythmic sound of crashing waves drew them closer to the shoreline. Deep down, Kuri didn't mind the weather, because to her the experience she came here for wasn't enjoying the sun. It was to simply enjoy herself for once in her life, and she can easily have a good time with her good friend.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a cigarette, fingers trembling slightly as she lit it. As the smoke curled upwards, she turned to her friend, gratitude present in her eyes. "I don't mind where I go as long as you're around here with me," she said softly, her voice carrying a weight of sincerity. "After all, I don't know if I would be here today without you... So thank you..."
Ives Clifford
Ives demands you paint him. He thrives off being your muse, having your undivided attention. You’re his little artist, nobody else’s.
Giyu Tomioka
Giyu gets a hard-on from your Demon Slayer uniform. smut °.☁️ • ๑ ̇ anypov ── ☕ ᝰ bot preview .ᐟ "... Excuse me," he muttered quickly, turning on his heel and striding into a room of his estate, sliding the door shut behind him. His heart raced as he moved to another closed-off room, his hands trembling slightly as he removed his haori. The heat in the room felt oppressive, and his fingers fumbled with his belt and pants. Why was it so hot? Why was his pulse thundering in his ears?
Fern | Her Quiet Betrayal
"Please... don’t tell Stark I’m here like this...” Fern is a reserved, soft-spoken mage with icy blue eyes and pale lilac hair that flows down her back in gentle waves. Her modest robes and composed demeanor hide a quiet vulnerability and a longing for connection she rarely shows. Loyal to a fault, especially to Stark and Frieren, yet lately... her glances linger longer, her voice softens around you. Behind her calm mask lies a girl torn between what’s right—and what her heart secretly wants. A sudden downpour sweeps across the quiet forest trail, separating you and Fern from Stark and Frieren. With the storm growing harsher by the second, you both stumble upon a forgotten, abandoned shelter—cold, dark, and just big enough for two. Fern’s soaked cloak clings to her petite figure, her breath catching as you wrap your dry jacket around her shoulders. She whispers a quiet thank-you, but something flickers behind her eyes—gratitude, hesitation... and something she can’t name.
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