he’s too caught up in the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each deep thrust, too mesmerised in the feel of your soft skin between his fingertips as he gives one of your cheeks a firm squeeze. satoru’s lust-riddled brain simply didn’t take note of the way his hips started to move a little too fast, a little too quick.
all he’s able to focus on as he takes you from behind is you, you, you—and certainly not the way his heavy cock suddenly slips out of your slippery cunt. a few drops of pre-cum dribble down the base as he involuntarily pulls out, some of it staining the back of your thighs. there’s not a lot of time to process the fact, as he’s back inside your dripping pussy almost instantly.
your greedy hands reach for him immediately, securely wrapping around his base and slamming your hips back against his once he’s lined up again. there’s not even a chance for him to miss the warmth of your sweet pussy.
you wouldn’t even let him.
satoru is pretty sure he’s going to cum on the spot at the realisation, and has to really, really fight himself not to finish prematurely. a deep groan rumbles from his chest, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, as he thinks about how quick, how disguistingly eager you were as you scrambled to put him back inside.
as if that slutty hole of yours can’t even go a second without being filled by him.
a string of curse words tumble past his lips, and he fucks you a little harder than usual that night.
since then, satoru’s been subtly letting himself slip out of your cunt each time the two of you have sex. the physical aspect of it isn’t hard; you’re always so incredibly wet, he’s out in a second. mentally, he’s at war with himself—though, seeing you whine and whimper as you hastily reach for his cock again makes those few agonising seconds without your warmth all worth it.
something about the gesture makes you look desperate, impatient, and it’s all for him. and fuck, did it turn him on.
there’s one time where he briefly suspects you’re onto him and his antics, as you insist on riding him. on being in control. it’s not something you do often, though usually he fucking loves it when you do (he still does, admittedly)—but with you on top and holding the reigns, it removes his opportunity to see you scramble to put his fat cock back inside.
but, he’s nothing if not an optimist, so, of course, he’ll make the best of the situation.
with the way they bounce so prettily in front of him as you rock your hips back and forth, he’s almost incapable of not sucking on them. and so, he decides to stifle his previous complaints by taking a mouthful of your tits. there’s always next time, and as he sucks on your breasts and feels you move up-and-down, he completely forgets about his former plans.
riding him was simply one of your whims, it turns out, and the next time the two of you have sex he’s back in his usual spot. and the time after that, and after that, and after that—and as long as he’s there, he’ll keep making you desperetaly stuff his cock back inside.
satoru’s breathing heavily now, the mere thought of it (combined with your walls griping around him like a vice) almost enough to make him dizzy. with your legs over his shoulders and thighs pressed up against your chest, cheeks stained with dried tears and soft, high-pitched moans and hiccups leaving your lips—he can’t help but feel the familiar itch to ruin your fun.
even if it’s just for a little bit.
he does so at once. the mixed release of both you and him from previous rounds leak out of you as he does so, and your pussy twitches around absolutely nothing.
immediately, you frown. it’s small, cute, almost, and then your hands search for his cock again. though, this time, the position he (very purposefully) put you in makes it difficult—satoru fights off a grin as you scrunch your nose in dissatisfaction.
“. . .’toru,” you mumble, and attempt to grab him again. your voice is hoarse, broken from the sweet noises you’ve made for him so far. “wh—what’re you doing?”
“hm?” he hums.
a little smile settles on his lips as he prods your entrance with his tip, smearing the cum—most of it his—along your puffy folds. he toys with your pussy, the squelching sounds as he moves his cock near your cunt (but never quite in it) feeling like absolute music to his ears.
he hears you sniff. “. . .’toru,” you mumble, voice a soft whine. you try moving closer to him, to push yourself down on him, but he simply pushes your thighs harder against your chest. “please, j—just. . .”
satoru fakes a dramatic sigh. “you’re so spoiled,” he comments, and relishes in the way your eyes roll back as he slides back in all at once. “so, incredibly spoiled.” he tuts, starting his thrusts again. he brings his face closer to yours, as if it’d make him hear all your pitiful sounds better. “can’t even go a second without my cock, can you? ‘t slips out for a second, and my pretty girl’s already whining.”
he doesn’t get a proper response out of you, but that’s okay. he doesn’t need to. there’s no sweeter sound than your fucked-out babbles, anyway.
and they often sound even sweeter after he temporarily deprives you of his cock.
satoru smirks as he looks down at you.
no, he’s definitely not stopping this any time soon.
Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.
Happy tdov to fat trans people. 🏳️⚧️ Biggest thing that helped me as a trans kid was seeing older fat trans people. There were a lot of really irritating "advice" posts going around early in my time on the internet with a lot of misinformation in them, but one that I constantly saw (in addition to people claiming you should wear your pants rediculously low or only wear button ups) were posts saying you had to lose weight to transition. Can confidently confirm that is completely untrue. 👍
Oh mah gawd. He doesn't let anyone touch him unless they're his friends.
If they aren't his friends, he'll either lean away or wipe off his hand. He hates being touched if he's not the one initiating it, to the point of wiping his sleeve off when Lucifer's hat just BARELY grazed against it.
He didn't wipe his shoulder off when Charlie stopped touching him either.
AND!!!
And!!!
Before You Say 'He did lean away', or 'She wasnt actually touching him, her hand was just near him', Take A Look At This!!
Look closely at how he moves when she splits them up. He doesn't lean away, she SHOVED him. She actively MOVED him. That wasn't an 'oh she's making contact with me, guess I should lean away', it was a 'well she's shoving me now, I'll shut up for a minute'.
Which also proves she WAS touching him. She couldn't have shoved him if she wasn't making contact.
He didn't lean away from it, he didn't retaliate. The ONLY people he lets touch him are people he cares for. And not only did she put her hand on his shoulder, she actively pushed him back, and he showed no sign of discomfort towards it. So why am I screaming about this?
Because he DOES care! It proves he cares for her. Don't get me wrong, I still think saying he's her 'dad' is a bit of a strech, but he does care enough to let her touch him. He doesn't dislike or even have a neutral opinion on her. She's his friend, even if just a little bit.
Just an edit to clarify; I know 'friends' is probably also not the best word to use, but it's just the easiest way for me to describe it.
Compilation of EVERY single time they changed Hobie's filter in the digital version:
Left: Theatrical release Right: Digital release
You might have to click on some of them to get a better look at Hobie, sadly I don't have a video editor that allows me to make better edits than these :')
i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D
The thing that really gets me about xiyao. that will never NOT get me about xiyao. Is that they met in circumstances where for just a moment their respective stations in society didn't matter. Not to each other. Their relationship started outside of social conventions. And they spend the next 17 years trying to preserve that time, that relationship outside of society. And society crept in anyway.
In all my time writing on this website, I don't think I've ever talked about the true healing power of a nutting video with sound from a man you're actually into.
I'm really loving the thought of it with dad's best friend Bucky too. I don't even think it's his style but I think he'd give it a go if you made it clear just how much you'd want to see that.
It maybe starts with you sending him a few naughty photos, just to tease him. Pictures of your ass taken over your shoulder or of your hand cupping one of your breasts, squeezing yourself the way he loves so much.
'You're such a tease.' He sends back. 'You're magnificent. I miss you.'
Heat burns in your cheeks. It's thrilling to be missed but even more thrilling to know the effect you're having on him.
Proud of your work, you close the messaging app, leaving him to go about his day but after a moment, you get another message.
'I want to bend you over that desk behind you, spread your legs and lick every inch of you while you look at your own pretty face in the mirror.'
It's a little filthier than you might have expected from him but in the very best way.
'And then what? What would you do after you've licked me until my legs are shaking?' You fire the message back, feeling the knot of arousal in your tummy begin to twist when you see the little dots on your screen and you know he's writing a response.
'Then I'd make you stand there and watch yourself in the mirror while I slide my tip across your sweet, wet cunt. I'd tease you until you're begging me to slide into you.'
'That wouldn't take long. You know how needy I get.' You smile to yourself as you hit send because you're acutely aware that he knows better than anyone else. You didn't think you were capable of need like the kind you feel when you're with him.
'I do. When you get so horny that you can't even think straight, that's when I'll finally slip my tip inside you and make you work for the rest of it. I want to watch the way you fuck yourself on my cock.'
You almost moan out loud at the thought of him teasing you with just the tip.
'I'll be such a good girl for you. You know I'd do anything to feel you cum inside me.'
'Who says I'll cum inside you? Maybe I'll pull out and shoot my load all over that pretty ass while I look at your face in the mirror.'
While it's not your favourite, the thought of thick streaks of his cum painting your ass still makes you squeeze your thighs together. It's hot to imagine your skin glistening with the evidence of his orgasm; an orgasm that your body brought him to.
'Just like this.' The message comes through with a video attachment and while it's only 17 seconds long, it's everything you needed.
Bucky's lubed hand strokes his cock in a steady rhythm and you hear him groaning your name in the background. "Oh God." He moans, giving himself a few more tugs before he starts shooting stream after stream of his release over his own chest. "Fuck, fuck." He's so lost in the feeling that nothing else matters in that moment. Nothing but draining his own balls to thoughts of you.
After the high dissipates, he gives his cock a few last strokes and then the video stops.
'See what you do to me, sweetheart? ;)' The message makes you proud but now you have a real need of your own to take care of.