Satoru eats pussy for many reasons, he loves it, you love it, it makes him happy, it makes you happy and all that stuff. But whenever you’re upset, he also uses it to make up to you.
Let’s just say, like, this one time he made you upset because he decided to mix the white clothes with a red shirt, turning the whole load pink.
Even after you constantly tell him “make sure it’s only white clothes and nothing else is mixed in!!” You know it takes a lot for him to actually pay attention and listen to what he’s told.
So yeah anyways you’ve been mad at him all day, just sitting on the sofa in a comfy oversized tee (Satoru tee actually that you kinda stole from him) and a pair of black cotton panties.
You tried not to look at him as he crept over to you, you tried not to pay attention to the way he fell to his knees and started to kiss your plush thighs.
Silent treatment. Something you tended to do whenever you were irritated with him, and he absolutely hated it.
“I said I was sorry baby.” he would say as he sucked a bit in one certain area of your left thigh.
no answer. So he tries again.
“Then I’ll say it again. I’m sorry”
no answer.
That just wouldn't do. So now onto number 2.
Task: eat his angry girlfriend's pussy until she forgets about why she was even mad at him!
And he does just that. In a quick movement, he had already slipped your panties to the side.
Making you shiver slightly but you had to try and stay mad at him for as long as possible to show him that he couldn’t just do something and always get away with it!
Sticking his tongue out as he ran one big, slow lick across your folds. Splitting you apart with his tongue as he went to town on your poor pussy.
Slurping at your pretty pussy until you couldn’t take being quiet and ignoring him anymore. Your hand instantly shoots out to wrap in his creamy white locks.
Making him groan slightly, he was trying hard not to grind against the sofa.
Tugging and tugging as you tried to squirm from your boyfriend’s overly pleasing tongue.
Oh how bad you wanted to be mad at Satoru. How bad you wanted to just be able to look into his eyes and not instantly forgive him.
All you could do was tug and squirm as his tongue moved faster. Fucking you with his tongue until you finish all over it.
Once he pulled back from his nose down to his chin was dripping with all of your juices. And he didn’t have any shame to lick it all up until it was gone. Keeping eye contact with you as he did so.
“Do you forgive me now, baby?”
All you could do was nod as you panted trying to catch a much-needed breath.
Satoru’s face instantly lit up with the happiness grin. Mission accomplished on his side, mission failed on yours.
OMG TY FOR ASKING THIS! I need them to have the weirdest relationship ever. Once again, I'm basing it off of Robin 2021 because that is in fact my holy grail.
I think Ra's should just randomly pick up Damian for missions, does he need to be there? No. Are they even doing anything important? Absolutely not. He just picks him up randomly and takes him god knows where. He says it's important business but it's actually just a grandfather-grandson bonding time.
In typical Grandfather fashion, he always gets Damian something, whether an animal or some sort of artistry and absolutely traditional clothes. And he also always tries to make an offhand comment about Damian returning to LOA, which is of course met with a firm no. But he does get Damian to promise to drop by some time.
Like Talia, Ra's has a lot of endearments for Damian. He ALWAYS calls him a nickname. In Robin 2021 he called him "my little demon" and I think he should continue with that :P, I think he'd also call Damian his "cub" because he had wolf pets and yk the Al Ghuls and their love for animals.
They keep in contact through phone. They text once every blue moon and call even less but every month, Ra's sends him a photo of an animal they house and the latest meme of the month just for the fun of it. Damian ALWAYS cringes.
Talking about phones, he also sends him money all the time following the Chinese good luck numbers so Damian has an exuberant amount of pocket money.
They also chat in different languages each time because Ra's wants to see if Damian is keeping up with all the languages he knows. And sometimes he just throws in a pop quiz question for the fun of it.
a/n: guys i deadass fucking hate this omg 😭 i’m trying to get back into writing and it’s been ROUGH. like i know where i wanna go with it but ughhh. second chapter in the making and it’s sooo much better now that all the boring parts are over. hope you like it. leave feedback please 🙏🏾 sorry for any spelling mistakes my device is broken and i can only see 3/4 of the screen.
leo met you by accident. as in…he had no idea you existed until he almost fell into the water. of course, he knew mermaids had to be real, but he never really thought on it for long. it was probably something percy’d mentioned offhandedly before. but leo most likely wasn’t listening, and he never takes anything percy says seriously anyway (even though he’s usually right).
“go cool down,” piper had told him. and she’d meant it literally. he doesn’t mean to, but when leo gets any kind of excited…happy, frustrated, angry, anything of that sort, sometimes…
well. he lights up. a spark. a flicker. a flame. a fire. not metaphorically, although he wishes it was. no, leo’s skin literally becomes scalding hot. his insides feel like sloshing lavas. the blood roars in his ears like a wildfire. his hair will sometimes light, and everything he touches burns.
it’s nothing new for him, sure. but that doesn’t make it hurt any less whenever it happens.
leo finds himself at a lake he doesn’t remember the name of. it’s nothing of significance, and no one really goes down there as far as he’s aware.
but leo isn’t really aware of anything right now. in fact, he’s fuming.
it didn’t really start as anything serious. he was just joking around, like always. leo was being hilarious like always. sitting at the lunch table, cracking jokes and making fun of percy (as one does).
maybe it was just too loud or maybe it was the way annabeth rolled her eyes one too many times. he wasn’t mad at first, not really. just…overstimulated. too many people were talking and it felt like he was invisible as soon as he stopped being loud. people stopped hearing him. and before he even knew what was happening, piper was groaning.
“gods, again, leo? go cool down, you’re burning.”
maybe it would’ve been better if everyone had looked at him. if they’d all busted out laughing like they sometimes do. but the burning has happened so many times that nobody even bothers to look anymore. and that set him off.
luckily, he’s able to control the fire to an extent. when he kicks the tree as hard as he can, then retracts his foot (because ow), it doesn’t burn or light on fire. only he does.
he paces and curses and grumbles a little longer before sitting on the dock. it’s a gorgeous lake, without a doubt. he’s surprised more people don’t notice it, what, with how loud its beauty is. but people don’t appreciate him either (and he’s both those things) so he sort of understands.
leo tries to sit, but when he does he just feels hotter and hotter. being on fire is one thing. sitting in it is another. he is hot - and not just in the way he looks (although that part is a given, leo valdez is the hottest guy there…except for maybe percy jackson.)
he looks around for something to cool off and almost wants to slap himself on the forehead. he’s in front of a lake. dumbass. he probably says it out loud, too, but he’s too focused on splashing the water all over his face, his clothes, his hair.
he’s finally satiated and finishing off scrubbing his face when he notices something glowing under the water. two something’s glowing, in fact.
are those…eyes?
and just as soon as he’d cooled off, the heat rises back up in him with that rush of adrenaline. his heart drops to his stomach.
two eyes, not just under the water, but staring right at him.
oh hell no. leo stumbles back as he almost forgets he’s a great warrior. he’s a demi god, for zeus’ sake.
he’s more intrigued by how human the eyes are. how they are framed by lashes and are blinking at him as they get closer. yeah. as much as he prides himself in his quick reflexes, leo would fully die in a horror movie if taken by surprise like he is now.
he is left at a loss for words and can’t do much more than peer down at the lake from the far side of the dock he stays on. a fair distance from whatever is about to kill him. it raises up out of the water and it’s…
it’s a girl. your hair and lashes are dripping with water. your eyes still have that slightly unsettling glow, but you almost look normal. this is a normal girl that just happens to be underwater like a freak, leo realizes. or maybe she’s just swimming, dumbass.
but the entire time he’s been here, he’s heard no splashing. maybe the fire was roaring too loudly for him to hear. or maybe he’s overheating. can that cause hallucinations? he’s so hot he can’t even think about flirting. he sits up a little, leaning back on his hands as he still keeps a safe distance away from you.
there’s no question that you’re looking right at him. you’ve raised up out of the water enough that he can see most of your torso. it’s too murky to see your legs. surely enough, though, you’ve got the bikini top. so this can’t be on a whim, you must’ve just planned to go swimming like a regular person. in a lake, for some reason.
“why are you in the water?” he splutters out, all usual smoothness scared from his voice.
but what he doesn’t have, you make up for.
“why are you on fire?” you asks back, your voice laced with a bit of attitude.
his heart beats faster. it’s not that scary, he supposes. you’re just a girl. you’re probably more scared of him than he is of you.
he glances at your quirked eyebrow, your gaze trained on him. if that’s the case, you’re sure as hell doing a good job of hiding it.
“touché,” he manages to mumble, sitting up a little further. he’s not relaxed, but he’s trying to get used to the idea.
a girl. swimming in this lake. no splashing. okay.
leo himself has never really been one for swimming. he doesn’t know how. forgive him if he can’t fathom why people would do it in their free time.
“no, but really. why are you on fire?”
your tone is concerned, and leo tries not to think about the fact that he feels like he’s going to pass out from the heat. if he lays on the leaves he’ll probably start a forest fire.
leo can’t think of an answer. he shrugs. like an idiot. shrugs.
you give him a look, brows arched in either disgust or confusion. it’s hard to tell at this stage in his life, but it’s clear you’re very expressive.
“let me help,” you insist, beckoning him closer. bringing your arms up to the dock, folded over on the oak wood.
how would you get back up, he wonders, it he were not there? there’s no ladder, and you hardly seem able to bring yourself out of the water. what if you get tired?
a torrent of water splashes him in the face. it’s like immediately, he is extinguished. at first he thinks it is a tsunami. how could such a girl as you, how could anyone collect that much water and throw it at him? how can you throw water? leo blinks the water from his eyes, feeling a coolness he has never known before this. this must be what wildfires feel like when they get extinguished, huh?
you move a little closer, pulling yourself up onto the dock more. you’re smiling, bright like you’re happy to help. like you can see it on his face.
and then he hears it. splashing.
he notices it late. part of him starts to wonder if his brain is already fried from the heat. he blinks once, twice, three times. rubs his eyes hard. behind you, something like a tail. well. that explains it, he supposes.
criticize “i dont like sand” all you want but you can’t deny the result. padmé took one look at his pathetically yearning puppy eyes and was like “say less.” and then they lived happily ever after
i like thinking about spike in this scene because i think it conveys a lot that he knows something horrible likely awaits these people, and he's one of the only people with any sympathy for them.
the others are essentially holding a family hostage, and spike can't do anything about it. if he runs, they'll kill him. if he fights back, he'll easily get overpowered and killed.
the most he can do is shy away from the chaos of the jimmies, and just ... try to be even a little kind to these people even if he's actively zoning out to pretend he is anywhere but there.
i doubt he knew they were going to kill these people either because of how he looks at jimmy.
ahhh sorry I’ve been so inactive 😭 I’m at my silly little holiday house rn and there’s NO wifi and NO data the only reason I can post this is cause my mom let me hotspot to her phone for a sec 😔🙏 prom was very dramatic and very fun btw !! I’ll get back to drawing next week when I get home 🫡 wish me luck
