#im alive

Plushy little thing 🤭

I'm alive

Well, it was a good run, but unfortunately, I hyperfixated too close the sun and lost interest... To be completely honest, I'm not really into TADC either (and by that, I mean I'm not fixated on it like I was with Ace Attorney). However, I do need to keep myself doing art to keep out the boredom. Also, I need money... anyone wanna commission?

okaaaaeee

leaking the malevolent ending sorry guys

"i don't like you," satoru pants between kisses, reminding himself rather than you. "just—fuck—just really horny. that's all. doesn't mean anything." you roll your eyes and scoff, grinding the full length of your cock against his own slowly. satoru tilts his head in ecstasy, exposing the long line of his neck, and you drag your tongue up it, tasting his sweat. you nip his earlobe. "god," you pant against his skin. "you fucking like this don't you?" you surge up, flipping him so fast his back hits the cushions with a thud. you slip your hand inside his waistband—finally—and wrap your fingers around him. he bucks into your grip with a strangled curse. "fuck, your hand. feels different." "better than yours?" you murmur against his lips, twisting on the upstroke. satoru nods frantically. "so much better. fuck, don't stop. please." you give him what he wants, fully taking his cock out of his shorts and pumping him slow at first, then faster, slick with his own mess. "you're fucking disgusting, satoru. begging me to have you like this," you free yourself with your other hand, lining your cocks up together, wrapping your hand around the both of you. the stretch of your fingers isn't quite enough—he's thick and you're both too hard, but the pressure is insane. hot and slippery, fucking perfect. satoru looks down, and lets out the most pathetic moan you've ever heard. "look at us, baby," you say in a sultry voice. "look how fucking hard you are for me. so cute." he can't fucking look away, snapping his hips forward and fucking into the tight tunnel of your hand. the heads of your cocks kiss on every upstroke, smearing slick everywhere. "not gay," he gasps one last time, as if it'll save him. you lean down and kiss him, pumping the both of you until you're cumming at the same time, spilling thick cum all over his stomach. "sure you aren't."