#and he gained them at one point too

[scootersscooter]

I think Oliver should've been allowed an arc where after being confronted with him not being naturally gifted with his powers he hid in medicine and became the team medic, eventually coming to the conclusion that he can't hide from everything that makes him uncomfortable, slowly becoming more confident using his powers in fights

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[myriam-draws]

some starfires i’ve drawn a bit over time i miss her (i refuse to read titans 2023)

[formal-frog-shoes]

Twiststuck stuff i just wanna get out

Im a huge Cater multi-shipper

Normally this wouldn't be a problem

BUT I CAN'T HAVE ALMOST EVERYONE IN THIS AU HAVE A FLUSH OR PALE CRUSH ON HIM THAT'S ABSURD!!!

[plposting]

After Azran Legacy Descole was left with a lot of clothes, personal items, and various souvenir trinkets left behind by the other former passengers of the Bostonious none of which was ever properly retrieved due to the groups sudden parting.

Rather than throwing it all out Descole has been trying to covertly return all items back to their original owners and because it’s Descole he’s probably returning the objects and whatnot in the most complicated way possible over a period of time.

Auroras stuff in particular remains safely stored in a box on the Bostonious.

[judicent]

Yeah, I did fill 4 sketchbooks in 4 months so far this year. Huh? Am I gonna post even an ounce of it? Well, you see, I am allergic to my phone, so you will have to come CATCH ME

[thranduel]

"you drew stars around my scars."

[mechazushi]

If The Core Division Three Members Had Gaming Channels...

Kafka Hibino {A.K.A ComfyManGaming}: Mainly Shop Management Sims or just Sims in general. His most popular series and the one that let him go full time as a content creator was his Power Wash sim Story Time where he got to talk about the craziest things that happened to him in his, like, six different cleaning jobs. ( In order; Landscaper, personal maid service, High rise window washer [tied for origin for most of his craziest stories], Nuclear Power Plant Office janitor, Failed attempt at running his own power wash service, and School Janitor with a car detail side job. {Most recent/longest held job/and also tied for craziest story origin generator with Car Detail Horror stories being second). Can be convinced to play atmospheric games like Journey/Abzu/Fire Watch/Anything thought provoking or emotional.

Reno Ihchikawa{A.K.A IchyChill Breakdowns}: Whatever Windette does, but with less insults. Basically Build Breakdowns and Speedrun Tutorials. Carried with the energy of a tired Indian Math teacher trying to teach calculus to 8th graders. Is also [technically] a PNG tuber, but because he's low energy, the PNG doesn't move much.

Iharu Haruichi {A.K.A SharkBAIT}: Two Channels. One is a horror game channel, Both Indi and Triple A. The other is anything casual, but mainly sticks to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Coral Island, that sort of thing. Fans like to call the Horror one Anxiety and the non-horror one Anti-Anxiety(Each have their own mascots and like to fight each other like Jacksepticeye and Antisepticeye). He has absolutely accidentally cross posted horror vids onto the non horror channel and vice-versa. The community like to pretend that they don't interact with the other channels and when that sort of thing happens, they pretend they've been exposed to horrors beyond comprehension. (yes, even when the horror channel gets a cutesy vid)

Mina Ashiro{ A.K.A Can(n)onGodess/Pr3ttyW1ttl3K1tty}: Also Two channels, but actively makes sure that no one knows she runs both. One is a live stream of FPS set up as no-commentary/with camera (Mainly colorful ones like Valorant). The other is also no commentary with NO camera and its Sim 3 or 4 tips-and-tricks and Minecraft Aesthetic House Build (Mod and No Mod.)

Kikrou Shinomya:{A.K.A Can_It_Doom?} A STEM major that couldn't find a use for her degree as fast as she liked, so she started a Can it Run Doom? channel as a joke, and now it's evolved into a channel where people recommend different setups like Drumset Controler on a Texas TI-84 Graphing Calculator. (Is also currently in the middle of working on a live action Tank Setup for World of Tanks as a subscriber goal.)

Hoshina Soshiro{A.K.A SwordSingerSUPREME} Any game that involves sword fighting and critiques it either Accurately or HARSHLY. Also streams his HEMA training/tournaments. It's very popular (because everyone find him hot) and has since become a bit of an eclectic channel that is split between his Gaming vids, his HEMA vids, and P.O Box unboxing vids where people send him A LOT of gifts. There's also an over an hour video of him playing Let's Hit Each Other With Fake Swords the Card Game with his older brother (who is also in HEMA.) that he made when the channel hit 5 million subscribers.

✨Bonus✨

Gen Narumi{A.K.A xXGenNarumi420Xx}: Plays anything that's currently trending, but his bread and butter is FPS or Run and Guns. (Has confessed to saying "Would" to the Ultrakill Robot.)

Okonogi Konomi{A.K.A BlossomBear}: Indi VTuber that plays exclusively Indi Puzzle games or Puzzle Platformers. Isn't a singing VTuber so much as one that can and will go in-depth on programming and what goes into a VTube model (She made hers and it has two forms : a chibi, curly white haired, anthro bear girl and a white plushi version with orange blossom motifs.) Can and has demonstrated to be an absolute GOD at Minesweeper

Minase{A.K.A MinAction}: A anime/movie/Western Animation reaction channel. Has an uncanny habit of predicting things before they should be obvious.

Hakua{A.K.A HakuaKooksXP} A cooking channel whose shtick is 1000 Ways To Prepare [Insert Food Here.]. She's still currently working her way through rice.

Haruichi Izumo {Goes by his name} Various product review channel.

Aoi Kaguragi {Also goes by his name} A very well made workout channel.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[godslittlesadge]

another thing i hatehatehate about inquisition is how the dialogue options dont let you be fun or interesting at all

[meximango]

Day 11 - once bitten, twice shy - PG - Cahsi + Haurchefant

Summary: Haurchefant interrupts Cahsi's work. She is not the friendliest.

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The sound of a cup of hot cocoa being placed heavily onto the table near her piles of books brought Cahsi out of her own head. She had a feeling the cup would have been set directly onto her papers she’d been staring at blankly and uncomprehendingly for the past quarter bell if she wasn’t known to lash out when startled--sometimes violently. It would have served no one well to have the desk covered in the steaming, sugary drink. Just think of the poor books! She looked up to find exactly who she expected: Haurchefant, the only friendly face in this gods-forsaken snowy wasteland. One of the only people who hadn’t tried calling her a heretic. Certainly the only person to try offering her food with an actual taste to it (Ishgard’s cuisine was not for her). 

Rather than being a balm on wounds, or a reassuring presence, the man’s kindness set her on edge, raising the hair on her tail whenever he was a bit too friendly. She was always stuck waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Too often in her experience, such boundless kindness was a front, just a way for someone to try to manipulate themselves into getting something out of her. She’d rather someone be upfront in their malicious intentions, get it over with. Perhaps spending half a decade in the pirate capital and finding herself hanging around seedy establishments and just as often working for them as a waitress had not helped her biases, but she hadn’t been wrong yet.

Nice people could not be trusted. They either played the long con before finally stabbing you in the back fully, or in the rare circumstances where they were truly good, truly kind, where did that get them? It got them destroyed and betrayed. Look what had happened with the scions, just when she’d started to feel like she might fit in with them one day, when she’d started to grow attached… Well, no more of that. Once bitten, twice shy. She’d learned her lesson. Everyone would leave her again, everything would get taken away from her again. First her birth parents, then her adoptive dad, then the rest of her family, now the scions. It was an unrelenting and unavoidable pattern, so she would make it easier on herself. When she had nothing to begin with, nobody to care about, then there could be nothing to lose, and that meant keeping people at arm’s length. Especially “nice” people who brought her hot cocoa unprompted and smiled sweetly and asked about her day like he actually cared. It took a lot of willpower to push the drink away, especially when she noticed it had little marshmallows in it (be strong, Cahsi!). She was just about as picky about what she imbibed as what she ate, and this was unfortunately one of the favorite things she’d tried while in this land. She was a sucker for sweets, and it would do a wonderful job of staving off the biting cold--she hadn’t realized how numb her fingertips were until she had touched them to the mug to slide it back across the desk toward the elezen who had been quite presumptuous to bring it in the first place. She did her best to level him with a cool, unappreciative stare. “Perhaps Alphinaud would be a better suited recipient for such a drink. I have no need of it.” Ha. Not even a thanks. That would teach him. Maybe he’d finally give up trying to befriend her and just leave her alone. 

(Then again, she really thought she deterred him for good when she nearly attacked him in the midst of a panic attack after he’d revealed the thoughtful ‘gift’ of a black chocobo he had raised himself, demanding he take it away and stay away from her before she did something rash. She had outright refused to ride that blasted bird, barely looking at it before she instead summoned her carbuncle with a little extra oomph, making Rosie large enough to ride through the skies. Honestly, who thought such a dangerous, taloned, beast would be a good present. She saw it as the threat it was and would have nightmares for weeks--to think that some breed of chocobo could fly!)

He grinned at that, as though she’d told a joke. What in the hells. “Very kind of you to think of him, but no worries. I already gave him a mug of his own. If you change your mind, it’ll be here. It seemed like you could use a pick-me-up, was all. You’ve been hard at work!” Instead of leaving, like any sane person who’s being treated as coldy as the weather outside, the knight pulled back a chair and sat diagonally to her at the table. He crossed his arms on the wooden surface casually, that smile never leaving his face. She moved her tower of books to block his face from view, but he just leaned to the side to continue eye contact. Cahsi’s ears flattened a bit against her head. “Are you waiting to be excused? If so, then you are. Have at it.” She almost considered added shooing motions to really get her point across and through his apparently thick skull. “I’m on break. Even knights get those, and who better to spend it with than an esteemed hero such as yourself?” He waggled his eyebrows. Not a hero, she wanted to bite out. A hero would be able to save her frie--colleagues instead of running away. Maybe she should have said it, sour his mood, make him regret sauntering over here with his banal flirting. Go hit on someone who cares, yeesh. “I think you mean heretic. It's still everyone's favorite word around here, from what I can tell. If I hadn’t fallen down witchdrop early on in my stay, I’m sure the local guards would have thrown me down there themselves.” “And yet, here you are enjoying the city’s resources, free from further harassment--” Her raised eyebrow was effective in making him stutter; he put his hands up in mock surrender. “--a-apart from me, of course, ha. You proved yourself to them. They don’t say such things anymore, no matter what you may believe. They think you’re a bit…impersonal, bordering on rude--but that you’re dependable too! You may grumble plenty about a job, but you don’t really say no to lending a helping hand when it’s truly needed, either.” 

He was always so quick to smooth out a sharp statement with a soft one. A chaser.  She wished he’d spare the flattery, she wouldn’t break just because some stuffy arseholes had a low opinion of her and saw her as little more than a task master. Alphinaud was the diplomat in the group, she was there to provide the firepower. And to go on fetch quests, apparently. “How fortunate for me they’ve grown comfortable enough to ask even more of me.” Her words dripped with sarcasm. “I have more important things to do than be stopped by every poor sod with a sob story, you know.”  “Hmm.” There was a thoughtfulness to that word, so much there that wasn’t being said. She jumped to every worst conclusion possible, every uncharitable meaning, and it made her blood pressure rise. Like so many things these days, it made her angry. “What does that mean, ‘hmm’, hmm?” She began to bare her fangs in warning. “Oh, not so much as you are assigning it, I’m sure. You are just so easy and fun to rile up. I came over here to relieve some of your stress, but it seems I’ve added some fire to your soul instead!” At that, he finally laughed. 

Her chair screeched against the tile as she stood up, ready to either fight him or walk away, she was not sure which would win out. That finally alarmed him. He hadn’t meant to make her leave. He’d interrupted her, and he regretted that it was coming to this. She couldn’t help but relish the sudden frown on his face, even as it made her feel a bit guilty at the same time. 

“Wait.” A request, a hint of pleading. Missing the teasing tone, pure sincerity. “I do like teasing, but you are not in the mood. I apologize. May I start over?” Why was he trying so hard? People gave up so quickly and easily when she was like this, but Haurchefant was different. He seemed apologetic, even though he hadn’t really done anything. Cahsi just had a short fuse for much of anything these days. 

She gave a silent nod of assent, and the way his eyes lit up like that was embarrassing. What a pathetic guy. She shouldn’t inspire those kinds of feelings in people just because she deigned to give them her time. 

The elezen cleared his throat as though preparing a speech. “Why, hello Cahsi! So lovely to see you--” (oh, he really was starting over) “--I brought you a hot chocolate to cheer you up, as you seemed to be a bit under the weather. Possibly overwhelmed from everything you’ve been thrown into lately. Would you care to talk about it, or talk in general?” It was straightforward, exactly what she’d previously been hoping for. Ugh. Damn him. She paused. perhaps because she was thinking, but more than likely purposefully--just long enough to start making the knight squirm and sweat and feel awkwardness crawl down his neck before she finally sighed. “Alright.” Before he could do something as foolish or ridiculous as thank her for being willing to chat with him on his break, she held up a finger and continued. “But do not say I did not warn you. I may rant. It may involve many swear words and complaints about your home.” Haurchefant grinned once more. “I won’t tell anyone else, lest their ears burn. You may find I can rant with the best of them.” He swung his arm in front of his chest, ending in a thumbs up, his signature, dorky, reassuring pose. She sincerely doubted this man could find two mean-spirited words to say if they bit him on the arse, but hey, he asked for it. He didn’t seem cowed by the prospect, once more willing to put up with her farther than expected.  

She brought the flask at her side out (yes, the one with alcohol, which she used to keep the chill at bay in this wintery wasteland. She wasn’t a lush, but it was impossible to deal with Ishgardian goingson without at least a little relief), pouring some of its contents into the hot chocolate. Haurchefant raised his eyebrows a bit at that but didn’t seem to judge her daydrinking. For a second she almost thought she saw envy in those eyes. Wouldn’t do for a knight to drink on the job, huh? She took a long swig of the drink, and ok, maybe alcohol shouldn’t be mixed with the marshmallowy kind of hot chocolate, but it was still pretty good, and it loosened her up enough to have an actual conversation with this actual nice person without actually biting his head off. He could thank her for her restraint later. 

“So, where to start… Oh! How about that wild goose chase I was sent on earlier. Completely soaked my clothes through with icewater when I…” Haurchefant definitely stayed on break longer than he was supposed to, Cahsi definitely drank all of the hot chocolate and also definitely enjoyed herself more than she promised she would in their back and forth venting. For an eternally friendly knight who exuded heroism and good will, he certainly hadn’t been lying about being able to rant with the best of them. He’d even managed to teach her a swear or two, which was impressive. 

Cahsi wouldn’t say that she would like to repeat this sort of conversing often. She certainly wouldn’t call it camaraderie. But…it was surprisingly not terrible. There were few things about this place that weren’t terrible, so maybe it would be fine to indulge in this sort of thing again--if the knight didn’t piss her off too badly first; her tolerance levels were wont to change at a moment’s notice. 

The hot chocolate he made, at least, was worth it.

[thehottestbastardhere]

AGH WAI-

[academy13]

If I had a nickel for every time the Doctor has stepped on a landmine, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that its happened twice.

[nataliedecorsair]

I wanted to give you some of Pticenoga's Borderlands AU backstory, how she was raised by Shade and before starting her shenanigans with Vaughn.

Plus a bonus comic about how she decided to set up a meeting for Vaughn and Shade, but didn't tell Vaughn who is supposed to be there x) Mostly because Vaughn has met Shade before in his macabre World of Curiosities museum and thought that Shade is too weird for him. Well, that's the kind of person that would raise a feral harpy siren, gotta deal with it!

When she was very young, nothing bothered her much as she was just a wild baby exploring the world x) And Shade was a good father figure to her. However, as she grew older, she realized that she doesn't really "fit in": yeah, Pandora is a crazy planet, but not every person there is crazy. There are plenty of "regular folk" like Shade or other people from their town - and many others. And she was frequently called a monster, a mutant and many other things by the regular kids and even adults. She was wild though, could bite them or fight with them in a pretty feral manner, and, even though she protected herself, it didn't help the situation much. She wasn't crazy enough (and too small) to fit in with the psychos or bandits, was "too human" for actual monsters living on Pandora, and for a long time she had no idea she was a Siren, as even for Sirens she looked too different. Only when she hit her teens, she was able to confirm that she is one, started using her powers, and in her human form she could see the full extension of the glowing pattern she had on her skin. She still, however, didn't know why she wasn't born "normal", and there were no older Sirens around.

At some point, she decided to become independent and live on her own. Her "wild" upbringing was helping that a lot, and she felt fine being away from people. She'd still visit Shade frequently, of course, and at some point she'd even met Zer0 and could hang out with him for some time. As Zer0 is a mystery himself, they had some common ground between them (though constantly listening to his haiku were exhausting xD). Sadly, Vault Hunters attract attention, not always positive, and that was the reason why she got spotted by a big bandit gang (could be the beginning of Vallory's gang, but before she took over). And local scientists like Tannis already declared that there may be some connection between Sirens and the Vaults. And they noticed that she's a Siren, but also pretty young (and dumb). After the first Vault on Pandora was opened, there was plenty of weird and valuable stuff around, but it wasn't so easy to get it when you're just regular bandits. And when Eridians, the aliens that are guarding the Vault, are everywhere. The Sirens like Lilith were too strong for them, and hiring a Vault Hunter is expensive, so they decided to wriggle into her favor and use her to gain access to the area. She didn't know she was dealing with bandits first, she naively thought it's a rare case of nice fellows just wanting to be friends and such, plus the Vault could have answers about her origin, and the new "friends" confirmed it.

At some point, she realized she was being used, and got into a fight with the bandits - and lost, as there were too many of them, and she had too little experience, and they knew about Shade. She got kidnapped and told that she'd do everything they told her to do, or they'd kill Shade, so she had to obey. She helped them to fight the way to the Vault and get some of the riches, and during the process she felt that she really does have a connection with Eridians - they boosted her powers and helped her to get free, and kill every presenting member of the gang. She was worried about Shade though, so she left immediately to find him before the remaining members found out what happened and could harm him. But she was too late - the water source in their town of Oasis was poisoned, and every single person there died. Except Shade though - he lasted longer, but dehydration made him insane, and he turned corpses into the stuffed dummies he could talk to (though she didn't have much of a problem with this part). As she was gone for at least several months, he didn't believe she's real, and she had to adapt to the new reality.

She never got back to the Vault after that as she felt it was a source of more trouble than anything good (in her view, the price was too much for a bunch of physical stuff).

That lasted for years, and became a bit easier as her powers, enhanced by the Eridians, wasn't only serving the destruction,  but could eventually "heal" some part of Shade's mind, so the moments of clarity became more frequent (she didn't know it's the reason, though). And you still need money, whether you like it or not, so, when Shade decided to use his World of Curiosities as a spot of illegal deals and smuggling, she didn't resist, but would watch over him in the shadows in case something goes wrong.

Eventually, she calmed down and just embraced herself. And, after some time, she met Vaughn, whose personal struggles she could sense right away, as she had to experience "being different" herself.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. bragging about your oh-so-perfect boyfriend to your friends certainly has its (welcomed) consequences. . .

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff & smut. p in v -> unprotected. missionary. sweet but also nasty and condescending. creampie. body worship. size difference / - kink. nicknames ‘(little) princess, baby’. name calling once. not proof read bcs im sleepy. wc. 2k+

“right! he’s so thoughtful,” you sigh dreamily as you chat with your friends over the phone. you’re laying on satoru’s bed, kicking your feet up while you remove your make-up. of course, you had to call your girls to tell them all about the little date you just had with your boyfriend.

satoru’s in the shower, so you’re taking the time to relive the experience.

“here she goes again y’all,” one of your friends sighs dramatically, to which the others follow with giggles of their own. they know that you can go on and on about your partner. they’ve heard all of it before.

you grin and roll your eyes, rubbing the cleansing wipe over your lips, removing the light pink gloss you had on. you’re all giddy as you recall what satoru has done and given to you this evening. you’ve been pampered—spoiled rotten.

“hey! don’t blame me,” you retort with a chuckle. your friends laugh and urge you to go on since they’re only joking. the stories you tell are always either adorable or heartwarming, and thus they’re happy to listen. plus, debriefing you on your love life is free entertainment.

it’s not unusual for you to stray from the main story. you ramble about the restaurant you’ve visited, the pretty green scenery you’ve walked past, the museum you’ve visited, the way satoru paid for everything and how he made sure to pick activities you’re interested.

you get an occasional ‘aww’ or ‘cuteee’ when you mention your boyfriend’s loving gestures. from the enormous bouquet of flowers he’s gotten you, to the fact that he carried you back into his apartment the moment you told him your feet were hurting.

walking in heels wasn’t the smart move you thought it was, though luckily you had a thoughtful lover by your side.

“he’s just so handsome ‘n stuff. god—“ you squeal, not even bothering to dampen your excitement. you hide your face behind your hands for a split second, gaining a few fan girling squeaks from your friends as well. they’re happy that you’re being treated like deserved.

you don’t hear the door of the bedroom open since you’re too busy gushing about satoru. you’re focused on your small pocket mirror, careful not to forget a spot on your face. you notice that your friends have gone quiet, but you don’t question it.

“his gentle personality is honestly such a turn-on,” you mumble as you rub off the concealer from under your eyes, “and his subtle yet possessive touches? phew, don’t get me started.” you continue to babble on about how hot satoru is when he gets mad, unable to point out a flaw.

you’re about to comment on your friends’ sudden silence when a hand lands on your shoulder. you freeze and finally make eye contact with no one other than satoru—hovering over you from behind. he’s smiling down at you and mumbles a quick, ‘hey, baby’, before kissing your forehead.

you try to explain the situation, yet have no idea where to start. you can hear a friend of yours snickering and another faintly whisper an ‘oh, girl. . .’

before you have the ability to get another word out, satoru cuts you off, waving at your front camera for a second. his smile reaches his eyes and his dimples show;

“hey ladies, mind if i steal my girl from you?” satoru asks as he puts an arm around you. he places his cheek against yours, awaiting an answer. your friends are left speechless at the sudden turn of events.

the white-haired man appears extremely good on screen. he’s basically blessing them with his handsome looks. the towel hanging over his head indicates that he just came out of a fresh shower. there’s a visible vein running down his neck—nearly bulging out of the skin—as if satoru’s holding himself back.

once your friends snap out of their daze, they greet satoru and nod, exchanging quick ‘see you later’s. your boyfriend thanks them with another one of his charming smiles. he waves at the camera again, “bye bye, thank you.”

the call ends and the bedroom falls quiet. you stare at your screen which fades to black, completely dumbfounded. you quickly sit up—your mind a chaotic mess full of thoughts.

“satoru, i uhm, i didn’t know—“ you attempt to form an explanation, though you realise that it’s likely futile. satoru’s probably heard every word that left your mouth. you look up at him, your voice a quiet whisper, “how much did you hear?”

the sorcerer grins. he’s so enamored with you; everything you do is adorable. he grabs your hands and holds then into his larger ones—thumbs gently rubbing your skin. he pulls them up to his lips so he could place chaste kisses on your knuckles.

“everything, princess,” satoru hums, rotating your hands to place kisses on the inside of your wrists. there’s a subtle blush on his cheeks that even reaches his ears. no matter how calm and collected he may seem, he’s still but a complete sucker to your love, “talking about me to your little friends, hm? how cute.”

a shiver runs down your spine. you feel your tummy turn as you’re slowly guided onto your back. multiple kisses cover your body—from head to toe—like a canvas getting painted on. satoru’s taking his sweet time, admiring the art that’s your physique.

every piece of clothing that comes off is a step closer to the grande revelation. the masterpiece that is you. moving from one empty spot - filling it with his kisses - to another. sighs of content leave your lover’s mouth with each reveal, as if he hasn’t seen the sight of your naked body before.

“does this turn you on, baby? my ‘subtle touches’?” satoru mutters against your breasts, remembering your earlier words. his blue eyes stare up at you through his white lashes. not wearing his blindfold may overstimulate him due to his abilities, but he’ll risk anything if it’s to admire you the best he can.

he chuckles when you nod. your boyfriend kisses your hard nipples—taking his time to swirl his tongue around both of them just to feel your back arch off the mattress. your hands holding onto him for life is extremely thrilling. “it turns me on too,” satoru confesses quietly. his slender fingers reach the hem of your panties, “you turn me on so fuckin’ much.”

your breath hitches when your underwear gets tossed somewhere across the room. you’re dripping, obviously. there’s no way you couldn’t get turned on by the way satoru’s been worshipping your entire being.

you can also see the effect you have on him; he’s sweating. the vein on his neck seems to grow more visible when your cunt is revealed to him.

“there she is,” satoru grins in satisfaction. he seems to be in a daze for a second before he regains composure. he looks at you for a quick check, needing to know if he has your consent before he continues. the moment you nod, your lover separates your legs.

you sniff and try to hide your embarrassed expression behind a hand. satoru’s quick to pin your wrist above your head so you wouldn’t have the chance to do any of that. “keep your eyes on me, yeah?” he leans in to place a swift kiss on your lips.

“mhm,” you nod after returning the peck. the white-haired man utters a small ‘thank you’ and undoes his sweatpants with his free hand. he fumbles with his boxers—unable to keep himself from trembling in pleasure from the view alone.

your small body underneath him is a sight he’ll never get tired of. that face of yours morphing into one of pleasure whenever you’re intimate is one of his favorite things to witness. thus why the missionary is his go to position.

“c’mon,” satoru kisses your cheek as he manages to pull his erected cock out of his underwear. it’s standing tall, the tip pointing right at the place it wants to be buried at—your wet, warm and inviting pussy, “you were so loud when talking with y’r friends ‘n now you’ve gone quiet on me.”

satoru pouts, “it’s not fair. i wanna hear my princess too.”

you almost choke on your spit because of how whiny yet demanding satoru sounds. you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, firmly holding your hand down above your head. you’re still flustered by the entire situation. you open your mouth as tears gather in your eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m jus— ngh!”

you can’t even get your words out. the lewd feeling of satoru rubbing his tip between your folds completely catches you off guard. he grins, as if he planned on doing that the moment you tried to speak. he’s such a tease.

“shh, shh, i know,” satoru coos mockingly, acting like he’s not doing it on purpose. you can’t blame the man; he’s been rock hard ever since he heard you praise him so openly through the phone. your lovely voice speaking so highly of him was driving him nuts.

you’re so appreciative for all he’s doing and it makes the sorcerer want to spoil you even more. to give you the love and affection you deserve because of how precious you are—even if you don’t realise it.

he wants to give you more. more, more, more.

without thinking, satoru pushes his cock right through your tight cunt. he shudders at the sight of your poor, small pussy struggling to take his fat dick. he can’t hurt you, he knows. especially with the amount of times the bulbous head of his cock nearly bruised your cervix.

though, it’s difficult not to go all out. you’re so accepting of everything he does—satoru can see that by the way your eyes stare at him. it’s all love. the light reflecting in your pupils makes them sparkle beautifully. he cusses under his breath, “y’re so pretty, baby. fuck, fuck, fuck. y’re making it so hard.”

satoru tries his best not to plunge his cock all the way to the hilt. he reaches halfway with each thrust, the thwacking sound increasing by the second. your legs automatically wrap around his waist and your fingers squeeze his.

“toruuu, fmhh, so big,” you babble, the drool forming in the corners of your lips threatening to drip down your chin. each soft yet firm thrust seems to resonate within you, evoking a sense of pleasurable contentment.

satoru lets out a haughty chuckle at the sight of you going cockdrunk already. he’s still trying to hold his urges back by focusing on your satisfaction alone. “i’ll give you something else to brag ‘bout to y’r friends,” he pants with a confident smirk, kissing your jawline as he ruts into you,

you’re embarrassed by your current predicament. despite that, you find yourself enjoying every consequence that your actions have caused. your moans echo in satoru’s ears, each slap of your bodies connecting sounding twice as loud.

his thick cock is stretching you out so well. your cunt is working overtime to make space for every inch. your boyfriend gently bites your bottom lip, his breath faltering when you clench around him in response.

“‘re ya gonna tell them?” satoru asks through a guttural moan. his hips move non-stop, aiming to please you until you lose your mind. he’ll live up to the expectations set no matter what. he kisses the swell of your breasts, “are ya gonna tell ‘em how you let your ‘lovely’ boyfriend fuck you like this? how y’re a complete slut for his cock?”

you don’t know how to react to his dirty talk. it’s getting you wetter, that’s for sure. your thighs shake around his waist and your tummy feels like it’s doing flips. satoru doesn’t leave it there, “gonna tell them about how good i fill you up, yeah? dirty little girl telling all her friends about our private life, tsk tsk.”

it’s overwhelming. the sudden increase in dirty talk makes you want to cum on spot. you feel like you’re being degraded, however satoru’s touches make you feel appreciated and loved. his hand holding yours above your head never leaves you—a sign that this is still him making love to you.

“am—am not gonna,” you hiccup. the words simply roll of your tongue without much thought. you’re mindlessly responding to your lover. “am not gonna tell them anything,” you continue before cutting yourself off with a string of whiny moans when satoru plays with your clit.

satoru shakes his head, increasing the pressure and speed in which he’s pumping into you. he loves the view of you being so helpless—succumbing to the pleasure he’s granting you. “sureeee, i believe you,” your boyfriend snickers and pushes his pulsing cock in further. his tone is soft but condescending, “i’ll trust my little princess to keep her mouth shut f’me.”

you’re getting so close. your nails dig into his skin and your noises get louder. you’re right on the edge of euphoria. the clit stimulation along with the feeling of being filled to the brim is enough to make you see stars.

satoru nods at your desperate whimpers that alarm him that you’re close to climax. “i got you, baby. cum f’me—i got you,” he places sloppy kisses all over your face and rams his cock in and out of you in a stronger rhythm. there’s nothing satoru wants to do in this world more than to flood your insides with his cum.

his cock doesn’t stop prodding at your sweet spots and it’s making you approach that peak; the peak of pleasure that’s going to push you over the edge. you hold tightly onto your lover and he doesn’t hesitate to return the embrace. “it’s okay, do it f’me,” satoru encourages you once again through a husky whisper.

you’re thankful that you have such an attentive partner. he can go from teasing you to comforting you and it’s the most reassuring thing ever. you’ve never had a man hold you so intimately while he’s balls deep into you.

“g’nna cum,” a strangled moan leaves your throat when you try to speak. your chests are pressed together and your heartbeats match—like the perfect pair you are. satoru feels his balls clench with an aching feeling, needing to release every last drop they have stored into your tiny cunt.

just thinking about the way you were bragging about him again, is enough. “take it—fuuuckk—take it all, baby,” the white-haired man takes a deep breath in and can’t help but bury his entire dick inside of you, that one last thrust making you yelp.

you reach your climaxes at the exact same time. your fluids mix as you feel satoru’s thick spurts of cum coat your insides a sticky white. your body spasms and your boyfriend instantly soothes you by rubbing your back. his own legs are trembling a little, but you’re far more important.

you don’t utter a word and simply focus on regaining your energy. all that you can say are incoherent babbles. “easy,” satoru kisses the corners of your eyes and relishes in the fact that he’s fucked you full of his cum. it’s a reminder of just how much he loves you.

a few encouraging words and hugs later and you’ve calmed down. you don’t fully grasp the reality of the situation until the adrenaline and other hormones drop down to a normal level.

you’re suddenly reminded by your previous words and this time, you succeed in hiding your face into the crook of satoru’s neck.

it’s certain that he’s greatly enjoyed overhearing you talk about him to your friends, but it’s still a somewhat embarrassing memory you wish to forget. “not a word, please. j-jus act like you haven’t heard anything,” you mumble quietly now that you’ve come down from your high.

satoru laughs softly. he can’t help but tease you after that—it’s a given. you’re still so caught up on what happened and it’s endearing.

however, satoru wouldn’t be him if he didn’t tease you about your little comments. without pulling out, he tilts his head back and stares down at you with a faint grin, “do i have to act like i haven’t fucked you silly just now too?”

“satoru!”

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I’m going to be blunt: he’s too much of a moron to even recognize that was the implication rather than just specifically banning him for being Ben Shapiro.

In light of the new Supreme Court decision, Ben Shapiro is now openly saying he wants businesses to be able to refuse him service for being Jewish.