it is KILLING me that i don't know what the fuck is happening with lamby. i love this fucking thing that's her baby

so real there was college sports radio on at my job and i turned that shit off so fast. peas on earf

very real, i have exceptional grammar knowledge but i do NOT know what that shit is called or why it's bad or isn't bad i just Know. It Is Known. It was revealed to me in a dream. idk bitch trust me!!!

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when satoru stumbles into class, suguru doesn't look at him, but there's a pretty little box and a steaming cup from his favorite bakery on satoru's desk, and satoru devours the offering with pink cheeks and a strange swooping sensation in his gut.

they don't talk about it.

satoru does just that, happy in suguru's arms.

suguru is gone in the morning, but the residuals of his cursed energy and the slight scent of his soap, his body, linger in satoru's sheets, the only thing that lets him know that the night before was more than a figment of his wild imagination.

word caresses his skin until he falls, limp, into the sheets.

he isn't sure how long he lays there, floating, but it's enough for suguru to gently work him back into his sleep pants and wrap him in a clean blanket, pulling him close.

"sleep, satoru," he murmurs, voice soft as driven snow, and

cums with a scream, pussy spasming as he gushes into suguru's mouth, soaking him. his body arches into suguru's touch, lit up as he holds him through each violent jerk and twitch of his limbs, barely registering as suguru praises him, his taste, his gorgeous moans, his pretty little cunt, but each

little cock as if he could siphon out his fucking soul like this. satoru doesn't remember moving his hands, but his grip is scrabbling through suguru's hair, biting into his knuckles hard enough to bleed as suguru devours him. suguru moans, the vibrations electrifying every nerve he has, and satoru

like that for more than a few seconds before he suddenly feels three thick fingers pushing inside of him and suguru's hot mouth engulfing his needy clit. half a second's adjustment, and suguru's fingers are pistoning inside of him, slamming into that spot that makes his toes curl and sucking his

dips down, tongue swirling some strange motion around his hole that grinds the tip of his nose against satoru's clit deliciously. "g'na— ffffuck, m'gonna cum, please, please!"

suguru groans into his cunt, shifting, and pulls back, much to satoru's chagrin. he sobs, hips jerking, but he isn't left

dildo inside himself that he bought shamefully on a mission after slipping away, never, ever, and of course it's suguru that's undoing him like this, with a few words and a pretty mouth that satoru has caught himself staring at far too often.

"suguru- suguru, please, please, I—" he chokes as suguru

locked on satoru's blue ones as he tries not to wake the entire dorm. he presses his tongue just below his clit and hums, pleased, and satoru sobs, nails digging white crescents into his thighs. he's never felt like this, never felt so good, not when he touches himself, not when he presses the one

hooking trembling hands under his knees and spreading himself for suguru's attentions.

"beautiful," suguru murmurs, and before satoru can think, suguru seals his mouth over his entire cunt and 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨.

satoru nearly screams, stifling the noise at the last second, and suguru only watches, dark eyes