#i love when my experience can be useful to someone else

[savvyreyes4587]

The Red Woman

PM!Dazai x Fem!Reader

Nakahara Chuuya x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're alive and well but a new problem pops up and Dazai chose to get involved.

Author's note: A small filler chapter to make up for my disappearance, this one is written through my arm pain, lol! So enjoy!

Warnings: lots of manipulation, child manipulation(is that thing?), reader's past… I think that's it?

Taglist: @v15aexe @hotwomanlythings @zaushimo @mintyymao @destinyisastar @lilyosamu

"Now, my little Weaver. Let's try this again." The brunette told the small girl in front of her, so young, so naive so… vulnerable.

"Eve-"

"No, Viktor, she can do it! She did it before, she can do it again." Then her angry red eyes turned to the girl who tried to make herself smaller under her gaze, afraid to anger the bad woman even more.

"Now, do it, my sweet child." Evelyn said in that sweet as honey tone, one she mastered to give a false sense of saftey but abuse can resemble affection to people starved from it and the time weaver… she was starting.

The girl crawled on the mat carfully, her eyes still on the ground, not wanting to see the evil lurking beneath her red orbs, she even sometimes felt like she could be killed just by looking into them.

With her small voice that was barley heard from how small she talked… allowed to talk, she wandered, her young mind, pure, innocent.

"What if I hurt someone again?" She now settled beside her 'mentor', her knees pulled to her chest, her arms resting above them as a protective wall, even if she knew nothing she could do could protect her.

Evelyn smiled a smile that resembled that of a mother's, one filled with love and understand, two things she lacked yet she stilll took the weaver's smaller hands into hers and turning her to look into her eyes.

"Now, now. What did we day about off-rails experiments?" Her tone was soothing, calming and utterly pretty, which made the weaver believe taht not all evil came in a bad shape… some of them were so pretty.

The weaver answered, her eyes drifting left and right as her cute voice sounded. "We forget about them and move on to the next try."

"Exactly and besides, we're not experimenting on someone this time." Eve told the little girl in a cheerful manner, ignoring the disappointed looks Viktor was giving her.

The little girl's eyes shined with hope and happiness, sitting down on her knees and looking up at the woman and she was the happiest Eve saw her since she got her. "We're not?"

Even shook her head. "No and wanna know something else?"

The girl nodded her head frantically, excited to know another good thing as her body buzzed with excitement.

"If you do this successfully… I'll take you to see your sister."

"Really?"

Evelyn lips tugged upwards, glad to her manipulation worked. "Really."

And for the first time in months, the weaver smiled, unlike any other time she smiled because she desperately wanted to see her sister… she missed her sister.

Eve spoke again as Viktor shuffled behind them to get something. "Now, all I want you to do is change time around…"

Viktor placed something in Eve's hand. "…this apple."

"Apple?" The weaver was curious and kind of nervous… she never experimented on something not someone… what if she failed… shs wouldn't get to see her sister.

Eve hummed, placing the apple right in front of the girl, it looked delicious that the weaver wanted to leap and take bite of it after her meals were lessened after her lazt failure….

"I simply want you to make time pass only for the apple… not us."

The weaver looked at her, unsure before she looked up at Viktor behind her… Viktor was nice, she liked Viktor, he gave her sweets when Eve wasn't around and he smiled at her reassuringly.

Then she let her hand out of her cocoon, and brought close to the apple and closed her eyes--

"No, eyes open, remember?" Eve snapped quickly and the girl opened her eyes widely, terrified from the sudden change in the angry red woman.

With an agonising effort, a purple rope appeared from under the girl's skin, moving around her arm like a snake, going around it im circles until it decorating her arm like a second skin before it wrapped around the apple.

The weaver fought against the utter pain that followed each time she let a rope out, but a whimper escaped her and if Eve heard it, she simply didn't care and kept on watching the rope with fascination.

The girl was shaking slightly, terrified of what the red woman would do to her if she failed again or worse, what she would do to her sister.

Slowly, the purple halo wrapped around the apple the same way it did the weaver and then it was almost unnoticeable but something in the apple was changing… it was rotting as if it had been out in the open for weeks, only it was here for seconds.

The weaver's ability was evolving rapidly recently and this was as much proof as needed when the apple rotted completely in her ropes hold in the matter of seconds and Eve laughed in shock.

A few ragged breaths left the girl as pain hit her for overusing her ability but she then soon realised that she actually did it… she managed to work her ability on an object, the experiment was successful.

"Good job, my little weaver!" Eve opened her palm for a high five with a smile and the girl couldn't resist as she mirror her grin and hit their palms together sweetly.

She could see her sister…

Your head was pounding as if someone was banging on it with a hammer, unnecessarily hard and opening your eyes took effort when they felt like they were glued shut somehow.

So weak, always so weak, Weaver.

That had your eyes snapping wide open and frantically looking around, searched for her, afraid that she was here somewhere, ready to kill you for talking.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Dazai's voice sounded beside you, his bandaged hands pushing down on your shoulders, forcing you to lie down on and in instant your mind was set at ease looking into his chocolate brown eye.

She wasn't here… he was and he was the one that saved you from a certain death and your body acted on its own will as your hand grabbed his wrist, pulling on it in a suffocating grip.

His gaze went to your hand, something weird happening to his heart at the thought of you seeking him, for protection or for anything else but he didn’t care, as long as you were close he never cared.

One of his cold hands covered yours and he murmured gently. "It's okay, Belladonna. You're okay."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and let your grip flatter before letting go of his wrist with a nod but you were still not sure, something was wrong with you… it felt like she was still there with you.

"What happened? After I passed out I mean." You asked with a sore throat but something about that event was nagging at you deeply and you needed to know why.

Dazai stared ahead without an answer for a while but you knew how he processed by now, he needed to remember all aspects before uttering a single word to you.

"That girl escaped, her subordinates saved her after Hirotsu-san knocked her out and then they retreated." He announced his eye having a once over on your face, looking for something and you manged to catch on rather swiftly.

With a shake of your head, you spoke firmly, partially because you were offended by his unspoken accusation. "I don't know why my ability didn't work on her either, so don't you dare accuse me--"

His eye sliced to yours and you shut up the second it did. "I wasn't going to accuse you, you're smarter than betraying the mafia in the first few months anyway."

He then stood up and went over to the window in your 'hospital' room, unmoving as his gaze stuck outside and you sat up the in the bed.

"Then what is it?" You asked, now more curious than ever because accusing would have made sense but whatever is playing out in his brain now… isn't.

"Last to my knowledge and correct me if I'm wrong even though I'm mostly not, but no one really knows your ability up close, right?" Not a glance was spared your way as he talked, still lost in his haze outside.

Your brows dipped in confusion as you sorted through your memories, the ones you remembered anyways, and came empty handed. "No, no one did."

Dazai hummed and his silence returned which had you irritated now, you needed answers.

"What's happening Dazai?" You pressed on through the unease filling your whole body, fueling it with nerves.

He now turned to you again, his eye belonged to that of the demon Prodigy. "They sent someone who could counter your ability, someone they knew could do that which means they know your ability-"

He raised his hand in demonstration. "-like the back of their hand."

Your mind went blank, sweat forming on my forehead as you took his words in. If that was true then only a handful of people knew your ability…

"The one leading them is someone you know, Bella. The one leading them is someone who knows you and to my knowledge only one person does that so it's either him or…"

He trailed off but you knew what he meant… what he wanted to hear and what you dread.

"It's not Keisuke… it's her." You whispered harshly, fist tightening over the blanket covering you as you remembered her… the red woman.

"Who is 'her'?" He leaned down, hands cornering on each side of your body, trapping with his body while his eye was breaking into your soul.

"Evelyn Sable." You said her name, spoke it after she threatened you that she would seal it shut if you told but you weren't afraid because that man in front of you was many things but one thing wasn't one of them… he was no coward… and he loved a good challenge.

He nodded in a scary way before pulling back with that smirk you knew meant trouble, only this time not just for him.

I'm coming, Sable.

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[ihateliterature]

I'm not gonna let radfems convince me that trans femmes are my enemy, they are not. No subsection of trans people are my enemy. There's no men v. women rivalry going on except for the one terfs made to make us eat each other and you all fell for it like fucking idiots because so many of you would rather try to adhere to stupid binarist cliches to validate your own identity than see anything from someone else's perspective. For a group of "progressives" so many of you are wearing horse glasses

Yeah, I know that sometimes on the internet the assholes can seem really loud, but this is the internet, that's what it does. In the real world my relationship with trans femmes was informed much more by our shared experience as trans individuals rather than the difference of men/women

So, in case anyone needs to hear this, no, most trans femmes don't want you dead, they also:

Don't think that you are privileged for being afab not only because they are not assholes, but also because most realize that the end point of that idea is that they are more privileged for being amab and that makes just as little sense

Don't think that you are ungrateful or selfish for choosing permanent contraception and don't project their dysphoria around their inability to carry a child on you

Don't think that you being a man is choosing to be evil and betraying women and feminism

Don't think that your struggles, experience or oppression are inferior to their own and have more compassion than hatred for them

Are aware that you are not and will never be as privileged as a cis man of the same background

And any of the other stupid ideas peddled around

Honestly I don't know what is being said on the trans femme side but I imagine is just as ridiculous. None of this shit is true. There are more things that unite us than the ones that divide us. Radfems fucking convinced us that our fellow trans people, that our own siblings are our enemy and so many of you (on all sides btw) chose to side with the people that want us dead than with people of the "wrong" gender. Fuck all of you. These might be my monkeys, but I'm definitely not joining the circus. I'll say it once:

All trans people are my family

I'm an ally to all trans people

My connection to my community and my love for it is much more important than the theory some stuck up cis women made

No gender or anatomy is inherently malicious or weak

I don't talk on anyone else's experiences and I listen to people when they talk about their own

That's it. Back to your regular doom scrolling

[puppyeared]

who up seeing their disorder in a fictional character but feel like its not their place to put a name on it

[mildcicada]

[thewhizzyhead]

you know when you get a friend that was even more "tomboyish" than you were in your teens and then as the both of you grow up and enter college, you see them explore expressing themselves more femininely and absolutely fall in love with it and with the concept of womanhood - while you on the other hand become all the more estranged with "being a woman" because good God you really don't fucking get it and that seeing your once-tomboyish friend find joy and an emotional connection to womanhood makes you really realize that you have no such connection whatsoever, hence making you feel left behind in actually "becoming a woman"? Anyways what I'm trying to say here is I'm definitely not fucking cis-

[gender-euphowrya]

had a trans meetup today and a mom who recently learned her kid was trans and was clearly in distress about it came to ask for advice and all and ough my heart

[tigeri102]

Hi there! I found your blog from reddit while looking for posts about how to grow a tumblr community as an artist (I used to be a regular here like 10 years ago, but I don't even use the email I had back then so I'm back fully from scratch). Any tips that you'd give to a newbie? ^^

oh ! henlo welcome to hell \o/ ill be real tho i truly have little to nothing you dont already seem to have figured out lmao. i dont know anything about community-building and i never have im just here to vibe 🙏

your theme, art, use of tags etc are all lovely fwiw !! but im no expert on getting any real mileage out of this site i just post bullshit all day baybee

edit oops i actually came up with a handful of tips while rambling in the tags and im too lazy to move em to the body text lmao but godspeed

[kimtaegis]

👋 2022

[dykrophone]

how much would you fight for the person you love before giving up on them?

[sscarletvenus]

i do not pity israel. never have, and never will.

each night that gaza experiences is deadlier than the last, as idf soldiers record propaganda tiktoks, make rave parties and grwms and fit checks, gloat over having food and water, and film themselves deriving sadistic pleasure from torturing their hostages and victims and desecrating the dead.

Palestinians have to display their martyred before the camera for you to believe the atrocities that the zionist entity has subjected them to. they cannot even mourn in private. the apartheid entity murders them in cold blood, and you deliver the killing blow by doubting them.

babies whose families have been killed will never get to know their own name.

i can't reshare a tenth of the videos and photos that cross my timeline. i have seen more dead children in the past month than i have known death my entire life.

israeli settlers burn olive trees, bomb bakeries and fishing boats, shower white phosphorus and earthquake bombs on the captive civilians of gaza. you already know about the disastrous effects of white phosphorus, but earthquake bombs were last used during ww2 to wipe out entire cities.

how holy is the land that seeks to be built over the mass graves of thousands of children? is it holier than the miracle of a child being born in this hypocritical world?

all 11 universities in gaza have been bombed. academics should be agitating right now, especially those who call themselves "decolonial thinkers." destruction of universities is a sinisterly deliberate act to sabotage the Palestinians who will survive this great catastrophe.

the act of cleansing your hands before prayer is extremely important to muslims. no part of us can remotely comprehend the grief of the mother who refused to wash her hands from the blood of her children after losing them in a zionist airstrike over gaza. "I swear I won't wash them, I won't wash my hands, how else am I supposed to sleep near my kids."

it is only both moral and right when one side defends itself. the other side are the price of war, no better than insects and cattle and sheep left to die within the four walls of the slaughterhouse.

this situation should not be up for debate, but let me finish with one final thing : do your research about Palestine. HOWEVER. you do not need a degree in middle east studies to object to an ongoing genocide. if someone outwits you in a debate about historical details and every nuance of a subject, you were and will remain entirely correct in objecting to a genocide.

may those martyred rest in peace and be reunited again with their loved ones in heaven's eternal vastness.

DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.

glory to Palestinian resistance. from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

[mathmusicreading]

Blog(ger) Shift

I am, so weird and bad about original posting and about reblogging and about saving things on Tumblr and that's why my blog has been mostly inactive or the lurking consumer type. But I don't want my fears about putting myself out there, being seen and known, articulating myself well vs. having been told my whole life I'm too wordy and opinionated vs. not managing to articulate myself well enough to justify being verbose and passionate, etc. to continue to control me so much.

So for my new specific-interest sideblog that I'm not locking, I hope it being themed will help me with making more original posts and reblogging, and I'm publicizing that here to push myself and also welcome interaction.

RIP to my other public specific-interest sideblog and the fandom sideblog I took over for someone that I didn't take further and to my private sideblogs that were meant to make me reblog and save and say stuff because they would be personal and just for me. I still would like to make those happen and reblogging and posting things that matter to me here, and oh my heart for the content ideas I haven't been working on, but they're pipedreams with how I'm (not) managing my life and I keep kicking those cans down the road.

To the person who I developed a real relationship with as a beta but who by now I probably count as having disappeared on with how long it's been and my not coming back to explicitly say I still can't help and don't know when I can, I am so sorry. I'm being a coward languishing in hoping I can tell you soon that I can get back into beta-ing for you and talking, but that's turned into me not talking to you because I'm waiting to be able to say something positive. Hopefully my vaguing here can help push me into talking to you, or at least this is here for you to read if you happen to see it; and I want you to know you absolutely can talk to me, can call me out, and if you're so gracious as to still want to be friends with me and just chat despite my dropping being your beta, I'm here for you and still want to be your friend even if I don't know if I'll have the spoons to be a good one and I know my saying that preemptively isn't apology or justification enough.

Honest assessment, I'm going to curse and say my living situation and work have both become even more of a shitshow, and with those things in mind I can't begin to imagine handling a real project until basically literally a year from now.

Which segues back into the main topic of this post. My goal isn't to have my new sideblog be like an active mainblog nor to abandon this blog—people interested in that blog can and should still interact with me here given how primary vs. secondary blogs on Tumblr work, and in terms of using that blog to help make me be a better Tumblr user, I think I should make certain original posts here and reblog them there as opposed to them being original there. With my mental-emotional and time resources, I want that blog to be "active" for a given definition of active, but really I think I should see my objective as "clear out tabs and likes and photos and lists and notes and drafts, etc. from the last four months" by saving stuff there, as opposed to my goal being the original posts I want to make there, and actually my long-term goal should be to use that momentum to do the same for older digital and physical storage that hasn't been lost or stolen. In my failure to be an interesting person, do I at least manage to be fascinating as a basket-case? Ha. But, also, as expressed above the Read More, the exercise of my danmei/Chinese sideblog is supposed to be a foray into me allowing myself to be an interesting person.

[orcelito]

Never played a Fate game or watched any of the animes really. But I started playing Fate/Samurai Remnant bc I wanted to play a hack n slash kinda game & it got generally good reviews (unlike ffxvi, the other game I was looking at for this wish of mine, which ppl continuously said was pretty but kinda shallow writing-wise)

I've been enjoying it. I've already learned some things about 1600s Japan. It's pretty neat!

[g8d]

i wish i could somehow (believe that i) live in a reality where interacting with me isn't going to destroy this boy's heart

[blizzardfluffykpop]

I've been working on the same fic for what feels like months because I've wanted already to be out. I craved it being done since the 16th of February when the idea was presented to be by a dear friend. (We rotted so bad because of him...) ANYWAYS 😭😭😭 I'm about to cry happy tears- I finally finished it- I feel exalted tbh- (I forgot to mention it's scheduled for tomorrow at 1030 est~)

If you would like a spoiler for who it is about & what kind of an au it is- and the outfit that ran me insane- See below~

It's a mechanic au with Mr. Kim Younghoon (now originally, he was going to be in dark blue coveralls... (as I had picture him) but then I saw this photo & the performance and I've not been the same). This is Kpopnation: Warsaw, Poland: 230923 (was I only going to use 1? yeah but he: yeah)

[paganinpurple]

AO3 Etiquette -UPDATED

Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

As well as likes, kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished it, you liked it - so kudos.

If you really liked it, you should try to comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it (so use your notes to say if you want some constructive feedback). Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. No, posting it online is not an open invitation for that. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity and just want to share. Don't ruin that for them. I've seen so many authors just stop writing coz they can't handle the negative emotions the critism brings, and it's only meant to be a fun thing shared for free (pointing out tagging errors is not included in this).

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

The tag exception is if you don't want to tag a million things or spoil your story, you can rate it as "chose not to use warnings," and maybe tag the bare minimum.

Don't censor tags. How can someone exclude a tag if the word isn't typed out correctly? There are no content bans for terms so don't censor them.

If the tags are mostly content/trigger warnings, especially if they are things considered very fucked up or graphic, you might want to use "dead dove - do not eat" to ensure people know that you're not messing around with tags and what they get is exactly what you've warned them about.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLATONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite or an exchange youve written for going public). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Instead of deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - consider making it anonymous or orphaning it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to your name anymore. If you still want to delete it, fair enough.

It's come to my attention that metaworks ARE allowed on AO3, which is something I wasn't aware of. So if you do post an essay or theory, please tag it as such so others can choose to search for it or exclude it. Art is also allowed.

The only reason this archive works is because NON ONE PROFITS. Do not link to your ko-fi or patreon or mention monetary gain in any way or you violate the terms and risk having your account removed. If anyone does link, it leaves the archive open to people claiming it's for profit and having the whole thing removed.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD, I PROMISE!

.ೃ࿐ he's dreamt about fucking you for months, and now that you're finally in his sheets, he has no intent of letting you go—especially when he finds out that he's your first time. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. virgin!reader. kinda sorta subtle coercion, corruption kink, slight dubcon, fingering, p –> v, lots of praise!!, mentions of prior dirty dreams (about you).

author's note: had this stuck in my drafts for a while so uhhhh. yea enjoy. tagging @mymegumi bc i love selene ꨄ︎

"please, baby, it'll feel so good," satoru cooes, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his. "i promise i'll be gentle."

you shrug, scrunching up your nose at satoru hesitantly. "i don't know..."

your boyfriend presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly. satoru's soft eyes are fixed on you, only you as he widens them pleadingly. "i wanna teach you how to fuck. please, sweetheart, we can stop anytime. jus' wanna make you feel good, i promise!"

it's only partially a lie—yes, satoru certainly wants to teach you to fuck, but he's not entirely certain that he could just stop anytime. especially because he's well aware that fucking a virgin is such an addicting experience—satoru knows you're gonna be so tight that you'll just suck him in, and he isn't that confident that he'll be able to stop once he's started.

but whatever, that's a problem for later—for now, he's focused on persuading you to spread those legs for him and show him your pretty pussy.

you pause, considering his proposal. after a couple seconds, you nod hesitantly. "you promise you'll be gentle?" you ask meekly, averting your eyes.

satoru nods, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "of course—now c'mon, let's get those clothes off of you, baby." and a couple agonizing minutes later, you're half naked underneath a shirtless satoru, and his fingers trace the inside of your thigh.

"so first, i'm gonna make you cum on my fingers, 'kay?" satoru informs you. "needa loosen you up so you can take my dick."

"o-okay," you whisper, swallowing nervously. "i'm a little scared," you admit, fiddling with the waistband of your lacy underwear. "will it hurt?"

after a moment, satoru nods in response. "at first it will. but then you're gonna feel so good, i promise."

"you promise?"

"i do."

satoru tugs down your panties and grins at the sight of your pussy, untouched and reserved just for him. he's dying to just fuck you then and there, rough and no prep, but he made a promise. and satoru has no intention of breaking it.

"ready?" he breathes, positioning his fingers just outside of your entrance. when you nod, he shakes his head. "i'm gonna need to hear it from you, baby. use your words."

"i'm r-ready," you confirm, inching your thighs farther apart for him.

"good girl."

then satoru slips his fingers inside, and you can't suppress the sudden moan that slips out of your lips. to you, it's embarrassing, but to satoru, it's music to his ears. he steadily pushes his fingers farther and farther into your tight cunt, and satoru can't help but marvel at the way you just suck him in.

"you're so fuckin' tight," satoru mumbles, eyes fixed on your pussy. "and so wet, too. i've barely even touched you, fuck."

it's agonizing, really—the sensation of having someone else's fingers inside of you is so new and so strange that you can almost ignore the pain (which is present but not as throbbing as you had feared). satoru makes sure to be as gentle as he can, which unfortunately isn't quite as gentle as you'd like—but it's not too rough for you to handle.

satoru starts widening his fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching you farther apart to make room for his already rock-hard dick. you squirm around him and whine about how deep his fingers are, but satoru dismisses your complaints with a laugh. "c'mon, this is barely the beginning. if ya can't take this, how're you gonna take my dick?"

a couple minutes later, when satoru finally deems you loose enough, he pulls out his now-drenched fingers. looking you in the eye with a smug smile, he slips his fingers into his mouth and licks your slick off of them. "mm, you taste so good, pretty. lemme see if you feel as good as you taste, yeah?"

and that's how he convinces you to keep your thighs nice and spread wide open for him as he positions the head of his dick at your entrance, practically trembling from the effort it takes to not just pound into you. you're so compliant and perfect for satoru, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to push you up against the headboard and fuck you until you pass out.

but somehow, he manages to control himself. "alright, baby, this is gonna hurt," satoru warns, touching his reddening tip to your soaked pussy. "you ready?"

"y-yeah," you breathe, distantly noticing the way your hands start to tremble. satoru exhales softly and shakes his hair out of his eyes before gently pushing himself inside of you, and the first thought that enters your head is that he's ridiculously big—it feels like you're getting torn apart every second he goes in farther.

"satoruuu," you whine, starting to paw at his chest when he goes in farther, and it's too much, too fast, but he only grins down at you in response. "it hurts, ow... y're too—"

"uh uh, just shut your pretty mouth n' take it," satoru groans, shifting the angle of his hips and going in a little deeper. you cry out in pain, face scrunching up in an effort to numb the stinging sensation around your waist. satoru dips his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring praises on how well you're doing.

"it'll feel so good soon, i promise, baby," he insists, pressing his lips to the spot in between your eyes. "you're takin' me so good, fuck— agh, you're so damn tight, this one's gonna hurt like hell, but you can take it, yeah? my pretty princess, you'll do anythin' i say, won't ya..."

satoru doesn't give you a chance to respond before he says something about this being the last stretch, but his words don't really sink in until he's two more inches deep into you. his last thrust is so sudden and jarring that it makes you cry out his name, over and over and over until the pain evident on your face starts to turn into something that looks a lot like... pleasure?

a self-assured smile grows on satoru's flushed face when he sees the chance, and a thousand more words of praise fall from his lips. your vision's a little fuzzy in the corners, and your mind is all but gone—it's hard to focus on anything but the slowly fading pain.

satoru starts to move his hips back and forth, easing your loosening cunt into him and nodding at the way you slowly start to show signs of wanting more. your eyes brighten up a little and you seem more alert the longer satoru opens you up.

"startin' to feel good now?" he asks, smiling smugly when you nod your head. "yeah, told you so." the prominent blush on his face starts to creep down his neck, and when you reach up and tentatively touch his cheek, that's when he loses it.

it takes every drop of self-restraint in his body to not flip you over, face-down and ass-up and fuck your tight cunt the way he's dreamed about for months. satoru's imagined it for so long that it's practically a reality for him—the way you would whimper his name and claw at the sheets, the way you would cum all over him too many times to count, all of it. he's seen it a thousand times in his head, but having his fantasy so close and yet so far drives him insane.

but as you smile up at him, the almost unnoticeable tremble in your bottom lip assures him that this probably isn't the time. after all, you're not leaving him anytime soon, so he might as well train you first before even attempting any of that on your perfect, untouched body.

"what do i do now?" you ask, and the simplicity of the question is almost childish. especially when satoru almost laughs in response, soft blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"jus' lie there and stay pretty f'me. and keep your legs spread wiiide open," satoru cooes, shaking his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall right back in.

"yeah, you're doin' so good that i don't even buy that you were a virgin—or are you just naturally made for me, huh? maybe that's it, 'cause i swear on my life that i've never fucked a cunt this fuckin' pretty, heh."