Working on my novel and couldn’t figure out why it felt so empty. I didn’t have any filler. It was all 100% plot. The characters only interacted when necessary. I didn’t prattle on about the scenery or how the birds sounded. I had all my fuller stuff that I loved saved in another file because I “didn’t need it”.
Y’all, I knew this existed in TV shows but it didn’t hit me until this that everything is being whittled down. We are so starving for filler that we snap up anything. I unload all mine on Tumblr or keep it in a massive Google Docs. It SUCKS.
Honestly? Death to plot necessity. Revive filler. Revive unnecessary interactions. Revive just vibing with characters sometimes. I don’t want to just consume the plot and I don’t want to just create the plot either.
CW: smut, breeding, semi-public piv, unprotected piv, praise, pwp, fem!reader, puh so fire it makes the man wanna marry you, satoru loves his women with weight, not proof read
Word count: 1.1k
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Satoru loves seeing you in dresses and skirts— he loves when you prance around infront of him while he sits outside the women’s dressing room. He didn’t care if you were more plush than the others, if your body carried more weight than you’d like.
He loved seeing the fat of your ass peek from under the fabric, and he loved when you got those extra-tight maxi skirts that dragged down to the floor.. able to see the soft pudge of your stomach through the silky soft fabric.
“D’you like it? Or does the elastic make me look fat— be honest because—“ You mumble, nervous (and slightly disgusted) when you realized how ‘big’ you had truly looked, seeing the way the fat of your arms hung over the edges of the tank-top you had worn out.
You wanted to look perfect for the cute dinner date you guys planned— but life decided to make everything hard for you.
“I always tell you, you look beautiful in everything, sweet thing.” He interjects with a wide smile, watching you adjust the skirt in the mirror, shaking his head disapprovingly
“Are you sure? Toru be honest.” You whine, getting self conscious as you stare too hard into the mirror with a frown. He sees the way your eyes trace your plush figure, eyebrow furrowed as he sees your distasteful gaze. Specifically where the skirt clung too tight around your tummy, lining the way your tummy hung out.
He sighs, standing up and stepping behind you. His hands found the fat of your love handles— rubbing gentle circles in them. “It’s beautiful on you and you’re beautiful in it.” He insists.
“I love you, and fuck.. i love this skirt on you. Makes you look s’fucking delicious.” He says with his usual wicked smile, poking playfully at your stomach.
You grumble a few more negative words to yourself, glaring at the skirt as you swat his hand. Now you can’t put it back because Satoru already admitted to loving it too much.
As a matter of fact, he loved it so.. so dearly— that he had you bent over the family bathroom sink. Gentle music played over the speakers in the semi-formal restaurant you agreed on. That very same maxi skirt sat on your love handles, bunched up. Your panties probably somehere in Satoru’s pocket. (knowing his freak ass)
“I told you— y’looked s’pretty- you’re always s’pretty—“ He almost whined into your ear— paled cock filling you deliciously. His hips were sharp, harsh snaps. Every drag sent a sob tearing from your lips. “Fuck— shit, how did i get this lucky?” He groans deeply, another harsh snap of his hips. It felt like he was fucking bruising your cervix.
“toruuuu—“ you choked out, fingers gripping the sink like it was genuine life or death. Tears limed your waterline as his hand dug into the fat of your hips, he leans over your round-er form.. lining gentle kisses from your chin to your ear. Back and forth, up and down.
His other hand gently cradled your face, rotating it enough for it to be shy of uncomfortable. Enough so he could see the way your glassed eyes and wet lashes stared back at him— enough to watch your lips part with a gasp and whine every time his strong hips met the softness of your ass.
“Yeah? Feels good, sweetness? Feel pretty f’me yet?” He asks, knowing you couldnt respond with anything aside from babbles and whines. He hums in satisfaction.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs, letting your cheek go as both hands grabbed onto your hips— well, for a split second. One of his hands travel to massage your ass, groaning as he watched it move and jiggle from the force of his thrusts.
“— ‘ll never understand how you dont love this pretty body— all nice n’soft—“
He murmured more to himself. He felt you clench around him like a vice when he spoke. It only spurred him on.
“Yeah? Y’like when i tell you how pretty you are? N— w— oh— shit..”
He gasps when it happens again, unprepared.
“H-.. aaanng!— shit— holy.. s’every time i talk, aint it?” He laughs breathlessly.
Youre genuinely about to start biting the counter from how harsh his thrusts are— and hes sitting here laughing? Oh my fucking god.
You squeal when you feel his arms travel around you— still able to hold you in place— one finds your clit , the other cupping one of your breasts.
You cry— “toru— no, dont—“ you begged, your body ran hot,, the extra sensations made it feel like you were genuinely going to explode.
“Please— toru— oh nnghh!— please! Pleasepleaseplease— “ you whimper out, forehead and cheek pressed to the cold counter. Not caring about the water puddles that wet your skin, you already had tears anyways.
“Go’na cum for me? Please do, sweet girl— god, you always look fucking gorgeous when you beg— “ he pants as he leans over your body. His middle and ring finger collect your arousual, aiding the quick circles they made on your clit. Your legs shake as your hands ball into fists— one even reaching back and grabbing for Satoru’s forearm.
“H..haaaahh— toru! Cumming— fuck —“ you shudder harshly, back arching into his. Your form molding together perfectly, as it always was for you two. He groans in your ear.
“Theeereee we go— oh.. god, ‘s not even f—funny— need to make you my fucking wife—“
He whined into the back of your shoulder as he bit down harshly, a place that the mark most clearly can be shown off. His hips sputter, “mmnngh! Gonna— gon’a fill ya’up , yeah?”
He pants against your skin, “give ya that pretty glow— w-when you’re all full w’my baby— oh, my—“ his own words and thoughts ended his session, cock twitching harshly inside of you as you feel that familiar burst of warmth.
You hiccup weakly, shaking legs trying to find footing as you slowly gather your bearings.
“Y-y’know, most men have wives before children..” you murmur as you stare into the mirror, at that white mess of hair pressed to the back of your shoulder.
Satoru’s flushed face looks up, meeting your eyes in the glass.. a goofy, huge, and dorky grin on his face.
“That means i can marry you?”
You snort, “when you can ask me properly, with a ring.”
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A/N: i had satosugu angst written out particularly for december 3rd but i think it throws off the continuity of all the porn i write
