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mdni!! <3

just here to say that satoru would fall into a five minute long giggle fit after cumming rlly hard. like voice cracking, stomach hurting, tears in his eyes giggling. and don’t u even dare look at him as he’s going thru this bc he’ll only start laughing harder. hes delirious and pussydrunk and just fully braindead so don’t even question him!! ^^ he would never laugh at u dw ^3^

starting a petition for tyler to delete “like him” and never mention it again. reason: ow owwww owie :(( nooooo no stop that hurts oww :(

i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.

like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.

it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.

the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.

that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.

“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.

he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.

“is it peach?”

he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.

(you were right.)

he's so

i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.

like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.

it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.

the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.

that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.

“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.

he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.

“is it peach?”

he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.

(you were right.)

mdni :p

choso thanking u when he cums in ur pussy….. he’s all whiny and flushed, unshed tears stinging his eyes as he thrusts into you. he’s gripping at whatever part of your body he could get to, your tits, your tummy, your thighs — his brain can’t decide what to do with his hands even while he’s in the throes of pleasure. it was cute, you would’ve teased him about it if you weren’t in the same state as him.

“fuck, i’m gonna-” his breath hitches and cuts him off, though you knew what he meant. you could feel him about to pull out and let out a whine of protest, wrapping your legs around his waist so he stopped moving. he looked at you with a confused expression, looking almost akin to a puppy with the way he cocked his head to the side slightly.

his eyes widened when you begged him to cum inside of you in that pretty voice of yours. how could he ever refuse you?

suddenly your knees are being pressed to your chest and his thrusts become more erratic, desperately chasing his high so he can do what you asked. he’s babbling almost incoherently, completely pussydrunk. “fuck- thank you, baby, thank you so much… gonna fill you up so good, i promise.”

he hides his face in your neck when he cums, whispering thank you’s into your skin like a mantra. he stays like that for a second, his weight a pleasant warmth as he slumps against you while recovering from his high.

“can i… can i do that again? please?” his voice is so soft. tentative, as if he was afraid of you rejecting him. you only nod in response, still catching your breath from the last round.

how could you ever say no when he was so polite?

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i'm still blushing over that post you made btw

UGGGGGH UR SO CUTE ILY SO BAD NAE

no words.

Satoru pulled up a chair and sat in front of you, well, he sat in the chair backwards but was still facing you- how he was sitting wasn't the point.

No, what got you focused was the way he was staring at you.

"Want to play twenty questions?"

The simple question eased your heart a bit, "sure! I'll go first."

Your smile was bright, blinding even.

You thought over a question for a bit before deciding on something simple to start things off. Mentally ticking down a number one as you marked off your first ask.

"What's your favorite color?"

Satoru gaze was lazer focused on you, "Digimon. Do you love me?"

kissing the duct tape that’s over her mouth so she knows i still care about her