Ichimatsu Presents The Birthday Girl With 2 Things: A Strawberry Ice Crema Sandwich That Was In The Shape

Ichimatsu presents the birthday girl with 2 things: A strawberry ice crema sandwich that was in the shape of a cat. And a singular strawberry cupcake decorated to look like a cat.

" oh, ichimatsu, these are adorable!! thank you so much! " she exclaims, her eyes wide and sparkling as she gazes down at the delicious treats. they smell so good, too! " how about we share it, hm? you can have half of both! " agatha's smile grows and she cuts both treats in half, offering the two different halves to ichimatsu as she sits beside him, enjoying the sweet treats together.

man. i wanna write vampire soryn.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

“Who’s my good girl?” Shiro croons in Aggie’s ear.

his question sends a shiver down her spine and gives her goosebumps, her cheeks getting more and more warm by the second. the faerie looks toward the mirror only a couple of feet in front of their bed, meeting the gaze of his reflection. " me. i-i'm your good girl, shiro. " she tells him, a soft moan spilling from her lips as his hands roam over her body. she never thought sex in front of a mirror would be this arousing. he's got agatha in such a state that she can't bring herself to deny his compliments and praise.

" y-you're really driving me crazy, you know that? " agatha turns her head, looking up at him instead of his reflection. reaching back and up, she cups his jaw and presses her hips against his. " w-won't you reward your good girl a-and give her what she wants the most? please? i-i want you so bad, shiro. "

[ PALM ] toshinori squeezing agatha's titties through her shirt and bra uwu

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes.

secretly, the two decided to stay in for the day. it proved to be a pretty good idea when neither were really needed for anything. they could just spend time with each other and catch up on the time when they couldn't. they spent most of the morning in bed, laying beside each other and simply holding hands and talking. not about any subject matter in particular, just... talking. it felt nice and good and agatha loved every minute of it. eventually they got out of bed and agatha changed out of her pajamas so she could cook a late breakfast for them. scrambled eggs, maple sausage links, toast with butter and strawberry jam with glasses of orange juice on the side. it was very good if she may brag.

they talked more and agatha soon got up to set the dishes in the sink to soak so she could do them a little later. she doesn't hear the chair toshinori sits in creak when he gets up, nor the approaching footsteps. she just feels when he wraps his arms around her, his chest pressing against her back. " what, c-can't stay away from me? " agatha teases, assuming he simply wanted to be near her and hold her but she quickly finds out his intentions are less innocent.

" t-toshi— " she moans his name, arching into his hands as they squeeze her breasts. a shiver runs down her spine, her heart flutters against her ribs. biting her lower lip, he leans back against him, head resting against his chest as she moves slightly to gaze up at him. " here, toshi? d-do you want me here? you— y-you c-can have me. "

the faerie's brow furrows. she doesn't understand his extreme line of reasoning. " i-i w-wouldn't ever hurt them. k-killing, or m-making them pay somehow, isn't how you r-respond to— t-to b-bullying, frank. " her mother had always taught her right from wrong and that included never stooping to someone's level or going lower. it just isn't in her to do so anyway and she abhors anyone that resorts to someone like that. though the things they did, the things they said, continue to effect her to this day and changed how she saw herself, she has difficulty feeling even an iota of anger toward them. " i-i-i d-don't care w-what kind of lives they have now. they probably d-don't even remember me, s-so— so w-why d-dredge up the past? "

@coolrpblog / continued from here.