#and ive realised that was dramatic

[witchspeka]

When Ritsu grows up he'll exclusively wear trenchcoats and one day he'll be walking down the street and see Reigen and they'll be wearing the same coat and it'll be the worst day of his life

[neonhellscape]

most offputting twink youve ever seen in your life

[rainingincale]

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[imflyingfish]

bahh i want to chat about learning french but its kind of difficult. like either its super uninteresting to most people or i feel like i can come off as pretentious or whatever if im not careful and noo im just excited to both play videogames and learn a language. im literally a nerdd. anyway im going to make a post on that

[bulldagger-bait]

When it comes to hygiene tasks and self care with disability and chronic illness, its pretty much a constant case of: don't let perfect be the enemy of the good.

Basically: it's better to do something, than to do nothing at all.

TLDR: Just because you can't do something "properly" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it at all. Do it half-way. Do it shitty. Do it barely. Do it on a technicality. But do what you can. Just try, because doing something will help you.

If you don't have the energy to scrub your body with a sponge, just rub soap over your skin with your hands.

If you don't have the energy to wash your whole body with soap, just hit the places where sweat accumulates, or where you're smelliest.

If you don't have the energy to wash with soap AT ALL, just sitting in water is better than nothing. It will wash away dirt and oils.

If you can't bathe or shower at all, a warm wash cloth is your new best friend. If that's too much, then try bath wipes. They're a bit bigger than regular wet wipes, and a bit more heavy duty. They're designed to help keep bed ridden patients clean in hospitals.

If you don't have the energy to dry yourself after a bath or a shower, just put on a bathrobe and get into bed. If you don't have the energy to get dressed afterwards, just don't. It can wait until you can.

If you don't have energy to brush your teeth for two minutes, honestly, just a cursory scrub is better than not doing anything.

If you can't brush your teeth twice a day, brush in the evenings. It will help take away the build up of food from the day.

If you don't have the energy to brush AT ALL, honestly, just take a cloth and wipe the plaque off your teeth. Rinse with mouth wash after if you'd like. Something is always better than nothing.

If you can't floss twice a day. Try once. If that's too much, try a few times a week. If that's too much, try setting aside a day once a week as a goal. If you can't keep a schedule, do it when you're able to. Hell, I keep some floss next to my bed so that if I forget and don't have the energy to go get it, I can just reach over.

If you can't iron your clothes, don't bother. Wrinkles are fine. Wear jumpers over wrinkly t-shirts. No one will know, and honestly, most people won't even care. If it's really wrinkly and it's A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Ironed, here's my life hack. Step 1: take a spray bottle, and spritz the item of clothing (while you're wearing it is easiest) until it's lightly damp. Step 2: use a hair-dryer on the clothes until they're dry. It gets rid of creases like nobody's business, it's easier than lugging out the iron and ironing board, and you get to have nice toasty warm clothes afterwards.

If you can't fold your clothes, try just hanging them up. It's less commitment. It's quicker to do. Granted, you need to have the space in order to do this, but it is also good at helping you downsize, and lets you visualise exactly what you have.

If you can't put your clothes away, invest in a couple of laundry baskets, and then just keep your clean clothes in the baskets. You can then separate washed clothes into underwear, pants, and shirts baskets. You can just leave them like that. I'm giving you permission to never fold your laundry again if you can't. Just leave it unfolded. Who's going to care? Something is better than nothing. If you can, try to put those baskets into your closet so that you can keep the clutter out of sight, and give yourself a more restful environment.

If you can't separate your clothing out into different categories and wash them "properly" (whites, warm tones, cool tones, darks, delicates / switching between hot & cold washes / paying attention to laundry instructions on the label) then just don't worry about it. If you cold wash your clothes, colours won't bleed. Maybe gradually over the course of dozens of washes there'll be some changes in hue, but it's really not as high stakes as the One Red Sock In The Whites Turns Them Pink trope makes it out to be.

I've pretty much come to the point in my life where if a piece of clothing can't survive the washer and dryer, then it's just not meant to be. I colour separate my clothes, and if I have the energy/remember I'll take my bras and jumpers out of the washing machine to drip dry. But otherwise, I leave it to the universe.

If you can't separate out your recycling, then don't. If you have a large amount of rubbish you need to get rid of but the idea of separating it out properly is stopping you from doing so, then just don't worry about it. I know it's not ideal, but if you have garbage in your room/house and you need to get rid of it, please just get rid of it. Don't let the problem get bigger and harder to deal with. Don't let "doing something properly" get in the way of keeping your living spaces clean. Please. Give yourself understanding.

If you can't wash your dishes, get paper plates. Obviously, it's not ideal, but it is better that you eat food than skipping meals. It is better that you have a clean kitchen, rather than having dishes piling up and making it harder to look after yourself.

If you can't prepare meals for yourself keep making the tasks easier and easier. If you can't do recipes, then simplify. Use pasta sauce from the jar instead of making it. Eat canned soup. Buy food you can just stick in the oven. If you eat fish fingers and microwave veggies every night, it's better than not eating anything at all. It's better than having to fork out money on take-out. If you need ready-made meals, then get them. If you're literally just eating a raw cauliflower for dinner; 1) I see you, 2) me too, sis, 3) something is better than nothing.

These are the basic things you need to do every day to function as a person. They are your activities of daily living. Brushing your teeth. Bathing or showering. Using the bathroom. Getting dressed. Eating. Drinking. Sleeping. Keeping your environment clean. You don't need to do these things perfectly, but they need to happen in order for you to have a decent quality of life.

And it breaks my heart, because I know that so many disabled people can't do these things every day. I'm not saying this to guilt or judge, I'm saying that these are basic needs; you deserve these things. These things bring dignity. If a disabled person is unable to do these things, it diminishes their quality of life. It robs them of dignity.

If you need help to do these things, Its okay to ask for help. It's okay to need help. But if you can't get that help and you have to do these things by yourself -- or you just plain want to be independent and do it without help-- then don't hold yourself to standards you can't meet.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of the good. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. Even if it's not perfect. Even if it's not done well. Do what you can.

[hella1975]

my mum: you've been doing really good lately. every part of your life is really stable and you seem genuinely happy, it's great to see :)

me, who's felt like ive been going actually crazy bananas insane for months now: yeah haha

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.

[macbcth]

my uni offers free salsa and bachata classes and guys im having the fucking time of my goddamn life

[effervescentdragon]

if i dont get at least 10 hrs sleep tonight imma be insufferable actually

[eggthew]

every time I start to go "maybe I'm being an asshole, dad's changed and he's trying now I shouldn't be feeling like this" I remember something and go oooooh no fuck this bitch actually

[neonhellscape]

okay its no secret i dont buy into marazhai being the persona he puts on. so as i've officially met him in game now, im making a list of all the in-game reasons i think he's a bit of an idiot [which i love btw. i find him far more compelling if he's a bit stupid/weird and he's trying so hard not to be but you just know nobody in commorragh is inviting him to parties]

the very first time you get a glance of him on a rooftop and. 'deal with this' "of course" proceeds to just walk off like 3 seconds after the other two

ambushes you. has you cornered. is in optimal position to kick your ass frankly, high ground and better weapons and utilising shock against you. ...he bitches at you for a while, gets insulted, then runs off into the forest with a maniacal cackle

heinrix fired a mild insult [considering what he's like to everyone else its barely an insult] and he took big enough issue with it to start saying how he'll break him and turn him into a pet. oh sure dude you're responding super well to this mild comment from the guy who accidentally insults everyone and their entire ancestral line at some point

i think it says something that he's learned to speak your language fluently too. that Has to be some kind of Yikes moment to admit publicly in drukhari culture. buried family secret great great grandfather drukhari-georg learned to speak mon keigh and now we claim he just spoke oddly because was shot in the head as a child to prevent the shame

he also knows the mon keigh lore that says youre a super special little guy as rogue trader and actually LISTENS to the fact you're the special little guy as rogue trader. and he does treat you as more equal/with more respect than the other characters. thats not just a drukhari culture yikes thats what gets you checked for a concussion or brain damage

literally socially atrocious enough its believed he's working with you [read: with you. not using you, not manipulating, cooperating. this is a big difference i feel] and only he himself doesnt believe it

ignore the fact he eventually DOES work with you which. is its own follow up statement

challenges you to fight him, to give chase then and there. i made him wait while i went through english government simulator where i queued for multiple days, did multiple day/week voidship trips back and forth, got distracted by accidentally starting jae's romance, pasqal telling me to servitorise her, getting blackout drunk with her, shipwide broadcast tm, giving her a voidship, her getting me a space cat, attacked by pirates, dealt with a plague, explored a few extra systems.......................

he destroys your palace. ...its rebuilt effectively within a week. most of the damage is in bodies which are just sent to the poor district to rot [almost feels worse than the damage done good job imperium]

the throne has claw marks. he could've blown it up or shot it or piled corpses on it but no he wanted to sit on the fancy chair and so turned into a common housecat mauling the sofa arm

how long was he just sitting there lounging on that chair? again see how long i kept him waiting. he was just sitting there trying to find a comfy position on this [for him] kinda small chair JUST so he could briefly taunt, break your window with his space motorbike, jump off the chair in a dramatic [but not gunna lie not that impressive] feat of gymnastics, then fly out. he doesnt even shoot at you as he leaves

i will continue my list as i see more that entertain me

[schwarzeneggr]

slowly voicing my concerns abt being handicapped and iv been treated with nothing but understanding. Everyone keeps tellin me to get on benefits lol cause we are SO lucky to have social security and access to meds and such its just... I already have a handicapped status which I am ashamed of. Anything further paperwork wise is just a valid on INK confirmation that the me from less than 5 years old is dead. That in 5 years I have become. a fucking handicapped bitch !!! Thats litteraly what I am. There are things about me that are wrong. And I have to make do. Great. Fucking great. I used to dream about matching my peers and becoming a wonderful animation student and then master. And I'm learning that my dreams were in vain. That I had no chance to follow up in the first place. That their improvements are constant and exponential but mine take 5x more time. And the worse is that they always did. So I always did 5x the work because i REALLY wanted to be fucking good. I wanted to be Louie Zong man. But I no longer have the energy. If i socialize for more than 5 hours one day I need an entire day break from that. I need immediate silence after idk. overusing my ears or something. I cant look in the eyes anymore im in kaput mode. Meanwhile people my age have an entire portfolio, have worked on multiple projects that have been available online, have build up experience, edited graphic novels .... What the fuck. All I have is yaoi. 🫥 there isnt a word to describe how pathetic i feel. I am dust on their boots. If I cant physically follow then why do I still have the same ambitions ? Why cant i fucking give up the desire to become GOOD. not iust GOOD but like NOTEWORTHY GOOD. Wat am i looking for but the love i have lacked while growing up. Its so annoying. wats the point dude. let go. i am average. not even noteworthy bad. just not noteworthy. and 11 y old me is just looking down at me

[thursdayg1rl]

need to stop wasting all of my time thinking about every single wsy my life could hsve been different instead of preparing for my interview

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen would act as a webtoon fantasy world prince

this was written with those virtual character dating simulation thingies in mind btw?? like. those unrealistic webtoon isekai-esque stuff. ive never played them before but this is based on my interpretation of them lmao

masterlist

seungcheol

either you fall in love with prince seungcheol at first sight or it's some charged enemies to lovers dynamic until someone finally realises they've fallen. he's just such a huge and great and formidable presence and he is just The Best protector. there's ofc gonna be some sort of altercation where you get hurt and you can bet that his eyes go stormy and he's asking "who did this to you" in a low voice, full of promise to murder anyone who hurt you. watches you with stars in his eyes when you descend the staircase in the beautiful outfit you're wearing as his partner to a royal ball, and that's how he knows that you're the one

jeonghan

prettier than you. every time he appears on screen there's a bunch of shiny sparkles and floating hearts and at least one of the other faceless side-princesses has to faint at his beauty in the background of the scene. he's charactertised by his soft eyes and the glinting teeth in his smile and the way he always has the most out-of-pocket sentences that leave his lips. he's really pretty and really smart but also???? unexpectedly does little things that show that he cares about you. prince jeonghan is written as the webtoon trope where he looks like a laid-back pretty boy but secretly loves you dearly and would defend you with his life

joshua

childhood friends who drifted away due to circumstances in their own kingdoms before finally reuniting at a ball and realising oh god... they both grew up to be so beautiful. there's some underlying, dramatic plot involving betrayal and corruption in the temple (dude it's always the temple) but your love for one another is always there, unspoken but ringing true constantly. does it kind of give you plot armour? yeah, bc the writer doesn't want anything to happen to joshua. (or you. but mostly joshua.) but there's also at least 6 shirtless prince joshua scenes bc the writer loves him so. take what you can get.

junhui

he's just Doing His Best okay. he's been married off to you, a royal from another kingdom, and he's kinda having a bad time bc the climate of your kingdoms are just so different but you're also kind of being all snappish with him like he chose to be married off to you?? but you're also really pretty and sometimes you're quite nice and it's obvious you're a good person from how you talk about your subjects and he knows that you don't like him but he thinks he might be falling in love with you, which is kind of confusing for everyone. comedy-fluff-misunderstandings webtoon style.

hoshi

playful younger prince. rebellious. you first meet him in some rundown, peasant area and you genuinely think he's just the illegitimate son of a noble rather than the prince himself bc he's just so friendly and blatantly disregarding all sorts of common court etiquette. as someone stifled by the rigid aristocratic structures, you find it refreshing, and talking to him is just so easy and you get to express yourself so well around him. before you know it, you're in love, and when you feel horribly betrayed at the reveal that he's the prince, well.... perhaps someone else out of the two of you managed to catch feelings too.

wonwoo

he's always so calm and composed and it makes you want to climb him like a tree and wring his shoulders to finally ruffle his leaves a little and find out what makes him tick. you want to be the one to crack the secret to prince jeon wonwoo, basically. will he let you? no. he hates you. at least, that's what you think, before something happens at a horse-riding tournament through the woods that you're participating in and your horse becomes out of control, and from then on, wonwoo never leaves your side. almost as if he was scared that he'd truly lose you, and he realises that he never wants that to happen, ever.

woozi

guys. guys prince jihoon is perfect for a prince x knight trope. prince jihoon who's head knight and always ends up sniping with you, the one knight in his charge that always snarks back. prince jihoon who spars with his knights often and always seems to be the closest in skill level with you. prince jihoon who mostly sees you in your armour so to see you dressed in finery at a ball makes him blink because you're actually rather beautiful. and you, who feel torn between your duty and the comfortable banter that you've developed with the crown prince that makes you crave more and more every time he turns to leave.

minghao

you rarely go out to balls but this time your family convinces you to come to the masquerade ball the royal family are holding for the crown prince. there, you meet a handsome masked man, who leads you through one of the fast dances and has you laughing into him before you share a fascinatingly intellectual conversation with him until the ball ends and from there, you're whisked away by your chatty (but well-meaning) family and you never see him again until a dramatic encounter at the market where you're about to get robbed but a familiar voice steps in. is it a cliche plot? yeah, but prince minghao is drawn to be utterly gorgeous so people will stay for the art

mingyu

is literally soooo drop-dead gorgeous that you promise yourself you're not gonna fall in love with him bc like???? he's the prince from a neighbouring kingdom that you're being forced to marry. this off-the-charts handsomeness is just a ploy to get you to act out a cliche of falling for him. but the more time you spend with him, the more you find that despite being (almost terrifyingly) handsome, he's also kind of... adorable? so... maybe you'll rethink your decision to not fall in love with him.... especially when he trips over his feet and accidentally blurts out how he's in love with you when on a walk in the palace gardens

dokyeom

ray-of-sunshine crown prince who is so annoyingly perfect that you feel kind of irritated. literally it's soooo obvious that the writer has a thing for puppy-coded sunshine bright boys bc it even makes the reader fall for him too. you have an (admittedly one-sided) rivalry with him, bc he's just so kind and loved by all and it fills you with hatred bc you've been nothing but despised and shunned your entire life. but then, some small, kind gesture that he does to you marks the beginning of change in your feelings, and it's as his eyes find yours during yet another ball that you realise... oh. perhaps you've fallen for him after all.

seungkwan

spoilt brat. but also your childhood best friend, so you've learnt to deal with his tendencies and know how to hold him back from kicking someone in the shins in a very un-royal way, and have even grown to love him. like a friend, ofc. however, the weird feeling in your stomach from seeing him having to entertain foreign royalty.... it's definitely not jealousy, right? definitely not. at least, you don't think it is, until seungkwan and you overhear his parents talking of an arranged marriage with another kingdom and you realise with startling clarity that you never want to lose seungkwan to someone else

vernon

honestly. vernon is probably the ordinary guy who was isekai-ed into a fantasy novel as the crown prince. but like, Why does he manage to do so well in his role???? he's panicking the entire time, but he's not necessarily doing badly, and he manages to make you fall for him even harder than you do in the original novel. the second male lead doesn't even have the chance to be an option bc vernon is literally the only person you see. he doesn't know how it happens, but he speed-runs the entire book in one month and then you're confessing your love for him and uh. he might actually be in love with you too.

chan

prince chan is the most gentle and most courteous prince of all time. bows all deeply and respectfully when you first meet him, and he's careful not to touch you without your permission. has such a captivating smile and such captivating words that you can't help but find your gaze gravitating to him at all times. stares at you all awed when you laugh at a particularly funny joke he made. he will 100% definitely treat you right forever. kisses you all soft when he leaves for a battle, your handkerchief tucked into his clothes as a reminder of what he can never leave behind

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[losersimonriley]

Modern Warfare IV mission titled Alone Pt.II from Ghost’s pov.

He’s been noticeably absent until now. The whole game has been focused on the 141 and allies locating the objective as their #1 priority. Player assumes Makarov is the objective until it’s realised Ghost went rogue to hunt him down himself. Finding Ghost. That’s what the player has spent half the game doing.

Alone pt.II plays out similarly to the first. Ghost is bleeding out trying to escape a Konni base. It’s very obvious that he needs immediate medical attention—screen blurs if you move too fast, he keeps falling over, and suddenly:

Soap’s voice over comms. Muffled by Ghost’s loud heartbeat. Player assumes Ghost is hearing things as he nears death. The mission goes on in a role reversal from Alone. Soap helping Ghost escape. Player gets to choose dialogue options that are a direct callback to that first duo defining mission.

“Still fixin’ each other’s problems are we, Johnny?”

“Always, Lt.”

“Never did convince me to keep the mask off though.”

“Oh there’s time for that yet. Let’s just worry about keepin’ your blood in for now.”

Eventually Ghost makes it to the location Soap was directing him to, where he finds the 141 waiting. Including Soap. Who was actually on comms with him the whole time. This is how the player finds out Soap is alive. *Cue dramatic cutscene*

[megumishotgf]

satoru's pretty girl (sitting on his face!!) ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ

summary: satoru really wants you to sit on his face. but he has to help you work through your bodily insecurities first (chubby! reader). i got really carried away with this omg. 

warnings + tags: body insecurities, chubby!fem!reader, body worship, oral (female receiving), y/n shows love by lowkey bullying satoru and he takes it because he’s cocky and whipped. not proofread i'm sorry it's three in the morning ive spent the last three hours writing this.

masterlist wc: 2.7k ༄ؘ

by nature, satoru is a very persuasive person. whether it’s him using his irresistible charm, or just the other party giving in after getting restlessly annoyed by his persistence, he always has a way of getting what he wants.

satoru has had the same request for the past few weeks now. he wants you - no, needs you - to sit on his face. he flails his arms dramatically, falling backwards onto the bed when you decline, whining about how he needs your pussy on his face or he’ll die.

of course, he respects your boundaries when it comes to sex. but satoru won’t drop this because he knows you want to try it. and he is certain that his eating out skills are not lacking (he’s good at everything, after all), so that’s not the issue either. every time satoru mentions it, you make excuses about being too heavy or your thighs being too big, and no matter how much bragging satoru does, you refuse to believe he can handle it. 

“i’m too heavy, toru. i will suffocate you and you will die!”

“sent to heaven by my sexy girlfriend? you know i wouldn’t mind that. i welcome the idea, in fact…”

“as if you’re going to heaven!”  

satoru has tried to coax you out of your insecurities. he likes that you’re a little bigger than other women. of course, it’s ultimately what’s on the inside that counts… but have you seen yourself? you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen! to be able to sit in between your thick thighs is a privilege in satoru’s eyes. he sits in between them all the time - sometimes eating you out for insanely long periods until you’re squirming away, and other times just letting them act as his personal ear muffs. how on earth could you think they’re a bad thing?

“i’m wounded, baby. you know i’m the strongest for a reason, right?” 

“that doesn’t matter, toru!” you cover your face in embarrassment. “your strength won’t matter when i’m depriving you of oxygen.”

before you can protest, satoru has his arms hooked under each of your legs, hoisting you up into the air. your hands instinctively grab his shoulders, thighs squeezing around his torso in shock. “satoru! what are you doing?”

“see, baby? i can pick you up just fine. you’re as light as a feather to me,” he replies in that signature flirtatious tone of his. 

satoru lowers you back onto the bed, laughing at your flustered face as he hoovers over you. “so tell me truthfully baby. what’s so bad about having you sit on me?” 

you’re silent for a few moments, unsure of how to articulate your feelings. you take a deep breath, hoping that it’ll calm your restless body and mind, but it comes out shaky and leaves a sinking feeling in your chest.

“i just… don’t want you to see me like that. you’ll see my tummy and my boobs will look weird… what if you realise i’m ugly, toru?” 

satoru’s eyes soften as he hears your voice falter. he pulls away the hands covering your face to meet your tearful eyes. how could his baby think so lowly of herself?

“my poor baby. why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he coos, gently cupping your cheek and letting his thumb wipe away a few stray tears. 

“it’s just silly. i wish i felt more comfortable being naked around you, i do. but you’re so perfect and strong and i don’t look like you at all!”

you’ve started to think it’d be easier if you looked differently. if you looked more like the women you see in magazines, maybe you’d feel more comfortable in your body around satoru. maybe if you worked out a bit more. you feel a little pathetic considering you’ve been together for so long, and you’re still covering yourself up as if you’ve been together for a mere few weeks. 

satoru sits up, guiding you to sit on his lap. he lets his hands run up your sides soothingly as you open up to him about all the awful thoughts you have in your head. your usually-goofy boyfriend sits quietly and listens so intently as you pour your heart out to him, only interrupting when you start apologising profusely for your crying.

“hey, stop apologising. you’re my girl and i’m here to listen. i’d give you the world if it meant making you happy. now, i hope you’re comfy because i have a lot to say!” 

you’re sniffling and your nose is runny but satoru still thinks you’re an angel that’s graced the world with your presence, especially when he hears you giggle quietly at him.

“i’ve never been attracted to someone like i am to you. i mean it, y/n. i knew it from the first time i saw you - whereas you found me annoying, may i remind you - i couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. i love everything about you - your face, your tummy, your arms. and your thighs? holy shit… that’s why i need the pretty things around my head, yeah? and your boobs too? baby, have i shown them anything but love?”

satoru knows how to make you laugh - it feels like a breath of fresh air, gradually filling your lungs and pushing that anxious physical discomfort out of your chest. you look at him with wide, glossy eyes but there’s a small smile on your lips. “you don’t think they’re sagging?” 

“i don’t care if they are, angel. they’re a part of you, that’s what i care about. everything about you is so beautiful to me! don’t you see the effect you have on me? just seeing you makes my heart beat faster. i can’t focus on anything but you. even when you’re not around, all i think about is when i can see you next.. and don’t you see how hard i get for you?” he continues, smiling widely at your laughter. you slap at his chest playfully at the comment, but he just takes the same hand and kisses the back of it.

“you see how i feel about you? and honestly, baby, our bodies will change eventually. bodies are temporary. i won’t look like this forever either, you know! but i know you’ll still love me the same. even as we change i’ll still think you’re the most beautiful person ever because you’re still going to be you. i love you more than anything, remember?”

“yeah. i love you so much, toru,” you say, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “and i didn’t find you annoying! i was way too focused on how freakishly tall you are.”

“oh wow… my dear girlfriend making fun of me after i poured my love out for her,” satoru feigns sadness at what you’ve just said, dramatically throwing his head back and clutching his chest. 

“you’re such a baby!” you moan but you’re grinning widely, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you. “i love you, toru. thank you. you always make me feel pretty… i just needed a little reminder.”

“that’s okay. i’ll remind you every single day what i think of you, sweet girl,” satoru’s lips are on yours before you can reply. his hands wander over your body - your calves, your thighs, your hips, your tummy. normally you’d feel inclined to straighten your back, nervous that he’d see the folds in your tummy, but those thoughts have been pushed to the far back of your mind. you let your body naturally fall into his, feeling the love through his warm, embracing hands. 

“how about i show you how much i love you, baby?” satoru pulls away only long enough to see you nod in agreement. you can feel him becoming increasingly needy and desperate with his kisses - they get messier and he lets out pretty moans periodically. 

satoru ushers you to lay flat on your back, hoovering over you with that stupid grin of his as he compliments you over and over. so pretty… and you’re all mine. i’m so fucking lucky. can’t believe i’m with you, baby. you can’t feel the nervousness anymore when he starts to undress you - that same nervousness that felt like it was etched into your bones earlier. how could you feel nervous when he’s looking at you with heart-shaped pupils?

your oversized shirt - satoru’s oversized shirt - and your sweats are thrown carelessly acoss the room. the same shirt that you deemed baggy enough to hide your figure sufficiently, so that you wouldn’t have to see the outline of your body. but somehow you found yourself eagerly taking it off, even letting out a giggle when you heard satoru mutter a ‘fuck’ at the sudden reveal of your breasts, as if he hadn’t seen them countless times before. your fingers tug at the hem of satoru’s shirt too but he stops you before you can pull the material off, “tonight’s about you, okay?”

“so fucking pretty,” you can hear a tinge of whininess in his voice, and you have no doubt that his cock is heavy and aching in his pants by now. satoru takes your tits in his large hands, squeezing the fat in between his fingers. his thumbs just barely graze over your sensitive nipples, and he knows if he repeats the action enough you’ll desperately whine and beg for him to give you more. his favourite thing to do, though, is to take them in between his teeth, taking pride in the way your back arches and you gasp in shock. 

“ass up, baby. wanna see your pretty cunt,” his voice is stern this time, and you obey him immediately, making sure your back arches just the way he likes. when satoru fucks you like this, he’ll press down on the small of your back, pushing you further into the mattress, but his other hand will keep your hips steady and high in the air, ready for him to pound into you repeatedly, reducing you to nothing but a crying, moaning mess.

while there’s nothing satoru likes more than fucking you face-to-face, seeing your round ass like this makes his head spin. his hands trace over your stretch marks lovingly, as if he’s trying to commit everything about you’re body to memory. your thighs are sticky, coated with the slick that’s been dripping down from your aching cunt. it got your underwear nice and soaked too, darkening the fabric enough that satoru could see the pretty outline of your pussy lips already. his cock twitches and he feels an overwhelming urge to fuck you into oblivion - but he remembers what he initially set out to do. satoru won’t rest until you’re grinding helplessly against his face.

“could look at you forever, angel. my pretty girl,” satoru continues to praise you. you can feel him press his thumb against your clit through your underwear, his slow movements making you clench your thighs in pathetic desperation, but he spreads them apart once again roughly.  “wanna hear you say it too, baby. say you’re pretty.” 

“i’m pretty. i’m your pretty girl!” your cheeks are a little flushed when you say so, but you can’t bring yourself to feel any shame when the only thing playing in your mind is satoru, satoru, satoru. he’s barely touching you yet you’re already losing your composure, moaning out loudly for him to touch you more.

satoru seems to be content with your answer - finally discarding your underwear, gawking at the string of wetness that forms between your pussy and the fabric. you look so good - smell so good - and you’re so ready to eat, but not like this. not yet. satoru’s quickly turning you over, hands roughly gripping your hips, desperation replacing his usual carefulness.   

“can’t take it anymore, baby. need your pussy on my face, please?” satoru whines as he feels his impatience get the best of him. his hands squeeze at your squishy inner thighs, marvelling at how soft they feel. “wanna have your pretty thighs wrapped around my head. please, angel? i’ll make you feel so good. i promise.”

you’re finally agreeing to his request and satoru swears his heart skips a beat. there’s a chorus of ‘fuck, thank you baby. love you so much,’ as he urges you to move up onto his face. your body moves quickly until you’re (your pussy is) hoovering over him.

“fuck… the view is so pretty,” satoru mutters under you, hands comfortably hooking around your thighs. “want you to ride my face, angel. use me to get off, okay?”

you nod in agreement - your movements must be a little slow for satoru because his arms are starting to impatiently pull you downwards. but you sit up once more, peering down at him cautiously.

satoru senses your hesitance, letting his fingers caress your inner thighs in attempt to soothe you. he’s just seconds away from tasting your sweet pussy and satoru might actually die if it doesn’t happen. “it’s okay. i’m okay, see?” he says in reassurance before forcing you down onto him.

you naturally straighten your back once more. but as soon as you feel satoru’s mouth on your clit, you nearly topple over. the air is sucked out of your lungs and one of your hands reaches out to grip the headboard in front of you in attempt to steady yourself. but god damn his mouth is magical - your thighs start to tremble but satoru’s ironclad grip on you keeps you upright. you’re suddenly hyperaware of your tummy as you lean forward - the same routine thought your insecurities have imprinted into your mind. but thinking of satoru’s earlier words, and seeing the way he looks up at you as he’s eagerly pleasing you, you discard those thoughts immediately.  

“f-fuck,” you feel satoru curse under you. he’s gazing up at you, marvelling in the way you’re shaking above him in pleasure. the slight bounce of your breasts with each jerky movement you make and the cute rolls of your soft tummy. you look like an angel from down here, satoru thinks. and with your sweet-nectarine taste, your enticing smell and your pretty melodic sounds - this has to be heaven, he concludes. this is what heaven is like.

with the sudden tilt of your hips, satoru gets direct access to your entrance (i hate this word). you can feel his tongue eagerly lapping all over your cunt, making sure his nose nudges your clit. you’re so, so wet and satoru can feel your slick all over his face but he fucking loves it - not wasting a single drop of your sweetness. you suddenly buck your hips, starting to grind against his face. at last, satoru can die a happy man.

“fuck, toru. feels so fucking good. you’re soo good,” you cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair. your grip on his strands tightens as his movements gain speed. if he wasn’t putting his mouth to such good use you know satoru would have the stupidest fucking grin on his face seeing the effect he has on you. and he’ll tease you about it tomorrow - even thought he was the one outright begging for you to seat your pussy on his face. 

“toru, i’m so fucking close. oh - oh fuck!” you whine, locking eyes with your boyfriend, who continues to suck greedily at your clit. you feel him squeeze your thighs in reassurance, and you can almost hear him say ‘i’ve got you, baby. don’t hold back.’ in that whiney voice of his. you’re selfishly riding his face now and he fucking loves it - sure, it’s getting a little hard to breathe, but look at you, it’s worth it.

“i’m cumming, cumming - oh, fuck. toru, toru!” suddenly you’re gushing all over satoru’s face but he’s sucking it all up. your body trembles above him, and one of his hands presses against your tummy to steady you as you lean forward. satoru continues his movements on your clit until you’re crying in overstimulation and pushing his head away. 

“too sensitive, toru!” you whimper, glassy eyes connecting with his. you lift yourself off his face, legs still shaking in your post-orgasmic haze, letting yourself collapse tiredly besides him. satoru looks just as fucked out as you - flushed cheeks with the lower half of his face covered in your slick. yet he still licks his lips, trying to savour your taste as long as possible.

“that was so fucking hot. see? i told you i’d make you feel good. could have made you cum again if you were patient!”

just put all the satoru's in bold (there were fifty three) and it doesn't look like a real name anymore. anyway, this is my first satoru fic !! please let me know what you thought of him? did i characterise him well? thanks for the love for this fic i’m super proud of how it turned out!!