#bite sized

i forgot to post this here!!!!! my take on the sinking town trend with dazai

Kokushibo has access to the transparent world and can use it whenever he pleases. Couldn’t he (in theory) straight up watch himself fuck you through the transparent world?

Like I know that there are muscles in the way that could block his view but I think Kokushibo could still see everything what’s going on. Probably getting off on it too, feeling you gasp for air and cling onto his shoulder for life while all of his six eyes are focused on how you tremble around him.

Kokushibo would probably not tell you about that though, instead silently enjoying the view of fucking you open with his fingers from the normal and transparent world. You look so beautiful like this and you don’t even know half the beauty he truly sees.

Maybe it’s a pride thing, watching himself pleasure you in (literal) every way possible.

Can’t stop thinking about you meeting Daryl for the first time and just being absolutely overtaken by him. Slowly getting him to open up to you despite your daddy’s disapproval.

Suggestive ✿

TW: uhhh Daryl getting shot? Mentions of masturbation

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🦷Daryl who catches your eye the second he walks onto the farm. He has you stunned your face turning pink and you can’t help but try to hide partially behind Maggie. You’re overly nervous around him, shy, and honestly a little scared of him. Daryl notices but doesn’t care. Hershel notices and does care.

🦷Hershel who tells you you’re not allowed to be around Rick and company. Well at least not too much. But you’re especially not allowed to be around that redneck. You argue, you snap, you stomp upstairs and throw yourself down on your bed in a huff trying not to let your mind wander to the dirty archer with muscular arms.

🦷You’re desperately needy. Your brain’s fixation on Daryl winning over allowing you to tentatively run your fingers down your body, goosebumps rising to the surface as you wonder what Daryl’s hands would feel like. In the darkness of your room you try to detach yourself from your body. Squeezing your eyes closed pretending your small soft hand is larger, scarred, dirty as fingers play with your panty line.

🦷A whimper is pulled from you as you dip your fingers down into the wetness that pools in your panties. Would he play with you? Drawing things out, his fingers rubbing and pressing down on your clit until you were trembling uncontrollably? Or would he just get straight to stretching you out? A needy little sound is ripped from you when two of your fingers push against the tightened muscles of your cunt. Past the point of comfortability as you try to imagine one of Daryl’s fingers inside of you. Your cunt fluttering as you curl and stretch yourself.

🦷You sit up in a huff. It doesn’t feel right. Your fingers are too short, too thin, they don’t have the rough skin or textured calluses that you’re sure Daryl’s has. You go to bed disappointed, cheeks flushed with realization of what you were doing the feeling of humiliation makes you want to curl up and die.

🦷You don’t know anything about Daryl and your daddy keeps it that way. It’s not fair that Maggie gets to sneak around with Glenn. You caught them tip toeing out of the house together one evening. Hand in hand smiling at each other. A lump forms in your throat when you realize that if you actually wanted something more than a fleeting fantasy and your own fingers you were going to have to disobey and disappoint your daddy.

🦷You don’t see Daryl often and on one of the days you’re outside tending to the horses you ask Rick where he’s at. Your heart softening as Rick tells you he’s looking for a little girl named Sophia.

🦷Daryl who comes back to the farm one day covered in dirt and mud. You’re out in the garden and notice his slight limp and the catch the way his shirt is ripped dried blood around the edges. You quietly go into the house gathering a few things before slipping out of the house heading to Daryl’s secluded tent.

🦷Daryl just glares at you when you approach. “Whatcha want?” He snaps and you’re so nervous you don’t say anything back. Just staring at him before holding up the first aid kit you threw together. The silence is suffocating but you press forward. “I… you’re hurt. Please let me help?” It comes out as question rather than a command but while your voice is failing you your body is not. Before you realize it you’re crouched down in front of Daryl. Less than a foot of space between you.

🦷Daryl who begrudgingly lets you take care of his scrapes and cuts muttering under his breath how a little dirt in a wound never killed him before. You can barely concentrate your hands shaking with excitement. You feel foolish at how giddy you are but you can’t help yourself.

🦷Daryl who silently stares at you the whole time while you’re patching him up. The attention making you nervously babble, you can feel heat rising in your face and you can tell your cheeks are flushed. “I think it’s real sweet what you’re doing.” You say shyly refusing to look up at him. “It’s nice to know there’s still good people left in the world.”

🦷That’s the last meaningful thing you say to him as you finish patching him up. You stand quickly brushing off the dust from your jeans before giving him a clumsy good bye and you’re tripping over yourself to get back to the farm.

🦷Your daddy is waiting for you on the porch. Hershel’s face set in a stern disapproving frown as you trudge up to him. Hershel scolds you on the porch. Your face flushed ears burning begging to go inside and finish this talk. You know when the wind is just right Hershel’s voice can be carried across the fields. You go to bed angry and upset praying to god that Daryl didn’t hear your daddy’s disapproval.

🦷The next morning there’s a string of dead rabbits on the porch. Whether it’s a thank you or an apology you aren’t sure but you know who it’s from. Something in you shifted that morning. You were going to get to know Daryl Dixon come hell or high water.

🦷You partially beg and partially blackmail Maggie into helping you get out from under the watchful eye of Hershel. In the late afternoon she covers for you so you can go see Daryl. In return you don’t tell daddy about her sneaking around with Glenn.

🦷A routine is established between you two. He leaves in the morning. You wait till he comes back with scrapes, bumps and bruises. He waits for you to come to him with medical supplies. He snaps at you. You ignore him and insist you help. And he just lets you.

🦷You slowly start breaking down Daryl Dixon’s walls. Little by little you chip away. Sometimes he sits in silence while you blabber on. Sometimes he’ll grunt or mutter a word or two under his breath. But recently you’ve caught him smirking at you, a soft chuckle at a stupid story you tell him, a squeeze of your hand in appreciation before you go. It’s rare it’s fleeting but it happens.

🦷It’s mid afternoon when you hear the shot. Your head snapping around eyes wide when you hear it. Guns make you nervous. Your daddy has one he keeps under his bed. He’s threatened to use it a few times but he’s never shot it that you can remember. You’re about to turn back to your book enjoying the breeze keeping the Georgia heat at bay when you suddenly hear the yelling and screaming.

🦷You hear Shane bellowing no, you hear Rick yelling for your daddy and suddenly Glenn, Rick, and Shane are jogging towards you carrying someone between the three of them.

🦷 “Daddy, you best get out here now!” Your voice rings through the house as you call out to him holding the front door open with one hand your book in the other.

🦷When you turn back around the men are close enough that you can finally see who they’re carrying. You feel your heart stop, your body lock up, you barely register the sound of your book hitting the wood of the porch. You can’t breathe.

🦷Hershel rushes out. “What the hell happened?” He barks brow furrowing as he looks between the group of men waiting for an explanation. “Daryl got shot among other things.” Rick offers as he hauls Daryl’s broken, bloody, and dirty unconscious body up the steps and past you. You feel yourself start to weaken. Bile rising in your throat as you can’t stop staring at him.

🦷You didn’t know it at the time but Andrea shooting Daryl was about to open up a can of worms that not even Hershel could control.

Authors Note:

I’m going to be making a part 1.5 which is gonna be this but Daryl’s pov. As well as a pt2 which is just essentially going to be smut (sorry not sorry).

May I ask for mini 2763...

open your mouth, stick out your tongue

arch your back

wiggle your ass a lil

make a pitiful whine. doesn't that feel nice?