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OMG THATS SO SWEET TO HEAR 😭💖
a man in a suit says awww in front of a screen
ALT: a man in a suit says awww in front of a screen
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November 17, 2024 at 5:17 AM
OMG THATS SO SWEET TO HEAR 😭💖
I love comments anywhere!—but I’d say the last post ones are chef’s kiss 👌🏼 like a little final impressions panel 😭😂
November 16, 2024 at 10:08 AM
I love comments anywhere!—but I’d say the last post ones are chef’s kiss 👌🏼 like a little final impressions panel 😭😂
Eli you can’t be doing this to me 😭😭
November 16, 2024 at 6:43 AM
Eli you can’t be doing this to me 😭😭
Absolutely, he’s such a snarky princess, you draw him so perfectly like how?? 🥹💕😂
November 16, 2024 at 6:39 AM
Absolutely, he’s such a snarky princess, you draw him so perfectly like how?? 🥹💕😂
His arm in his kimono— 😭💕 so sassy, so wifey honestly
November 16, 2024 at 5:54 AM
His arm in his kimono— 😭💕 so sassy, so wifey honestly
(To be continued!! ✌️ I love feedback 💝)
November 16, 2024 at 4:02 AM
(To be continued!! ✌️ I love feedback 💝)
Tossing it back with a slight overhand.
Megumi must’ve caught it, because suddenly he’s standing up with a clipped “thanks” and slipping past to change in the en suite bathroom. Sukuna watches him leave, gold lace weaved up his back and coasting over his shoulders. (27)
Megumi must’ve caught it, because suddenly he’s standing up with a clipped “thanks” and slipping past to change in the en suite bathroom. Sukuna watches him leave, gold lace weaved up his back and coasting over his shoulders. (27)
November 16, 2024 at 4:02 AM
Tossing it back with a slight overhand.
Megumi must’ve caught it, because suddenly he’s standing up with a clipped “thanks” and slipping past to change in the en suite bathroom. Sukuna watches him leave, gold lace weaved up his back and coasting over his shoulders. (27)
Megumi must’ve caught it, because suddenly he’s standing up with a clipped “thanks” and slipping past to change in the en suite bathroom. Sukuna watches him leave, gold lace weaved up his back and coasting over his shoulders. (27)
Surprise has Sukuna almost spinning around, but his body holds still. He blinks a few times and his jaw drops while he processes.
Then, it clicks that Megumi might interpret the lack of response as denial—so he quickly snaps his mouth shut and pulls the shirt over his head, (26)
Then, it clicks that Megumi might interpret the lack of response as denial—so he quickly snaps his mouth shut and pulls the shirt over his head, (26)
November 16, 2024 at 4:01 AM
Surprise has Sukuna almost spinning around, but his body holds still. He blinks a few times and his jaw drops while he processes.
Then, it clicks that Megumi might interpret the lack of response as denial—so he quickly snaps his mouth shut and pulls the shirt over his head, (26)
Then, it clicks that Megumi might interpret the lack of response as denial—so he quickly snaps his mouth shut and pulls the shirt over his head, (26)
shoulder. “Megs?”
Megumi hesitates for one more second, then drops his gaze to the carpet and mumbles, “It’s stupid.”
/Huh?/
Sukuna laughs lightly, despite the confusion. “C’mon, Fushiguro, spit it out.”
“I kinda…I kinda wanna wear your shirt.” (25)
Megumi hesitates for one more second, then drops his gaze to the carpet and mumbles, “It’s stupid.”
/Huh?/
Sukuna laughs lightly, despite the confusion. “C’mon, Fushiguro, spit it out.”
“I kinda…I kinda wanna wear your shirt.” (25)
November 16, 2024 at 4:00 AM
shoulder. “Megs?”
Megumi hesitates for one more second, then drops his gaze to the carpet and mumbles, “It’s stupid.”
/Huh?/
Sukuna laughs lightly, despite the confusion. “C’mon, Fushiguro, spit it out.”
“I kinda…I kinda wanna wear your shirt.” (25)
Megumi hesitates for one more second, then drops his gaze to the carpet and mumbles, “It’s stupid.”
/Huh?/
Sukuna laughs lightly, despite the confusion. “C’mon, Fushiguro, spit it out.”
“I kinda…I kinda wanna wear your shirt.” (25)
He turns once again, stepping towards the bedroom’s open closet as Megumi finishes slipping the shorts on behind him. A tattooed hand skims across the shirts Megumi has hanging up.
“What would you like up top?”
Silence has Sukuna turning his head without looking over his (24)
“What would you like up top?”
Silence has Sukuna turning his head without looking over his (24)
November 16, 2024 at 4:00 AM
He turns once again, stepping towards the bedroom’s open closet as Megumi finishes slipping the shorts on behind him. A tattooed hand skims across the shirts Megumi has hanging up.
“What would you like up top?”
Silence has Sukuna turning his head without looking over his (24)
“What would you like up top?”
Silence has Sukuna turning his head without looking over his (24)
One side is slipped to the calf before Megumi’s other foot is placed beside its twin. Sukuna slides the shorts just above Megumi’s knees and watches goosebumps cover everywhere his fingers touch.
Megumi shifts slightly and Sukuna seems to snap out of it. (23)
Megumi shifts slightly and Sukuna seems to snap out of it. (23)
November 16, 2024 at 3:59 AM
One side is slipped to the calf before Megumi’s other foot is placed beside its twin. Sukuna slides the shorts just above Megumi’s knees and watches goosebumps cover everywhere his fingers touch.
Megumi shifts slightly and Sukuna seems to snap out of it. (23)
Megumi shifts slightly and Sukuna seems to snap out of it. (23)
and pressing the ball of Megumi’s foot to his own broad chest.
A moment passes as Sukuna bunches up one of the shorts’ legs, but Megumi makes no move to rush him or do it himself. This time, the silence feels comfortable and he relaxes in it while Sukuna busies himself. (22)
A moment passes as Sukuna bunches up one of the shorts’ legs, but Megumi makes no move to rush him or do it himself. This time, the silence feels comfortable and he relaxes in it while Sukuna busies himself. (22)
November 16, 2024 at 3:59 AM
and pressing the ball of Megumi’s foot to his own broad chest.
A moment passes as Sukuna bunches up one of the shorts’ legs, but Megumi makes no move to rush him or do it himself. This time, the silence feels comfortable and he relaxes in it while Sukuna busies himself. (22)
A moment passes as Sukuna bunches up one of the shorts’ legs, but Megumi makes no move to rush him or do it himself. This time, the silence feels comfortable and he relaxes in it while Sukuna busies himself. (22)
Then, Sukuna does something stupid. He can offer no explanation for his actions, his body simply moves before reason could catch up.
He finds himself sinking back to his knees in front of Megumi, gently lifting a pale ankle (21)
He finds himself sinking back to his knees in front of Megumi, gently lifting a pale ankle (21)
November 16, 2024 at 3:58 AM
Then, Sukuna does something stupid. He can offer no explanation for his actions, his body simply moves before reason could catch up.
He finds himself sinking back to his knees in front of Megumi, gently lifting a pale ankle (21)
He finds himself sinking back to his knees in front of Megumi, gently lifting a pale ankle (21)
“Do you,” he starts, but takes a second to find footing, “do you want to change into anything?”
Megumi blinks to clear his mind, “Yes. Um, could you grab me some pajama pants? Dresser, second drawer.”
Sukuna’s head dips in a nod and Megumi scoots to sit on edge of the bed. (20)
Megumi blinks to clear his mind, “Yes. Um, could you grab me some pajama pants? Dresser, second drawer.”
Sukuna’s head dips in a nod and Megumi scoots to sit on edge of the bed. (20)
November 16, 2024 at 3:57 AM
“Do you,” he starts, but takes a second to find footing, “do you want to change into anything?”
Megumi blinks to clear his mind, “Yes. Um, could you grab me some pajama pants? Dresser, second drawer.”
Sukuna’s head dips in a nod and Megumi scoots to sit on edge of the bed. (20)
Megumi blinks to clear his mind, “Yes. Um, could you grab me some pajama pants? Dresser, second drawer.”
Sukuna’s head dips in a nod and Megumi scoots to sit on edge of the bed. (20)
Megumi feels his face engulf in flames as his voice cracks slightly in pitch, “This is a /bit/ different, don’t you think?”
A pause. “Yeah…it is.”
Even the dust motes in the air seem to freeze in suspended animation. Then, Sukuna’s forced cough breaks the tension. (19)
A pause. “Yeah…it is.”
Even the dust motes in the air seem to freeze in suspended animation. Then, Sukuna’s forced cough breaks the tension. (19)
November 16, 2024 at 3:56 AM
Megumi feels his face engulf in flames as his voice cracks slightly in pitch, “This is a /bit/ different, don’t you think?”
A pause. “Yeah…it is.”
Even the dust motes in the air seem to freeze in suspended animation. Then, Sukuna’s forced cough breaks the tension. (19)
A pause. “Yeah…it is.”
Even the dust motes in the air seem to freeze in suspended animation. Then, Sukuna’s forced cough breaks the tension. (19)
“I’m so sorry!” Megumi is quick with the apology, “I wasn’t, I didn’t mean t—”
Sukuna waves it off adamantly as he stands and faces away, his voice airy and teasing—if a bit breathless.
“Not like I haven’t seen you shirtless, Megs,” he chuckles. (18)
Sukuna waves it off adamantly as he stands and faces away, his voice airy and teasing—if a bit breathless.
“Not like I haven’t seen you shirtless, Megs,” he chuckles. (18)
November 16, 2024 at 3:56 AM
“I’m so sorry!” Megumi is quick with the apology, “I wasn’t, I didn’t mean t—”
Sukuna waves it off adamantly as he stands and faces away, his voice airy and teasing—if a bit breathless.
“Not like I haven’t seen you shirtless, Megs,” he chuckles. (18)
Sukuna waves it off adamantly as he stands and faces away, his voice airy and teasing—if a bit breathless.
“Not like I haven’t seen you shirtless, Megs,” he chuckles. (18)
to be the reason he’s dressed up like that…
Instead, that belongs to the bastard who wastes all of of what Megumi offers him.
Sukuna’s wide eyes seem to suddenly jog Megumi’s memory and he rushes to cover himself, gripping the blanket tight to his chest. (17)
Instead, that belongs to the bastard who wastes all of of what Megumi offers him.
Sukuna’s wide eyes seem to suddenly jog Megumi’s memory and he rushes to cover himself, gripping the blanket tight to his chest. (17)
November 16, 2024 at 3:55 AM
to be the reason he’s dressed up like that…
Instead, that belongs to the bastard who wastes all of of what Megumi offers him.
Sukuna’s wide eyes seem to suddenly jog Megumi’s memory and he rushes to cover himself, gripping the blanket tight to his chest. (17)
Instead, that belongs to the bastard who wastes all of of what Megumi offers him.
Sukuna’s wide eyes seem to suddenly jog Megumi’s memory and he rushes to cover himself, gripping the blanket tight to his chest. (17)
It’s obvious what Megumi had been planning, anticipating. Offering.
Sukuna’s brain disconnects for a moment—just completely bluescreens. His only thoughts are of how /pretty/ Megumi looks like this.
That, and a vague, half-stamped-down wondering of what it must feel like (16)
Sukuna’s brain disconnects for a moment—just completely bluescreens. His only thoughts are of how /pretty/ Megumi looks like this.
That, and a vague, half-stamped-down wondering of what it must feel like (16)
November 16, 2024 at 3:55 AM
It’s obvious what Megumi had been planning, anticipating. Offering.
Sukuna’s brain disconnects for a moment—just completely bluescreens. His only thoughts are of how /pretty/ Megumi looks like this.
That, and a vague, half-stamped-down wondering of what it must feel like (16)
Sukuna’s brain disconnects for a moment—just completely bluescreens. His only thoughts are of how /pretty/ Megumi looks like this.
That, and a vague, half-stamped-down wondering of what it must feel like (16)
Delicate gold lace decorates his porcelain skin, criss-crossing over his body on elastic bands, pressing slight indentations into his pecs and wrapping around his waist.
The patterns continue over his hips, then disappear beneath the rest of the blanket. (15)
The patterns continue over his hips, then disappear beneath the rest of the blanket. (15)
November 16, 2024 at 3:54 AM
Delicate gold lace decorates his porcelain skin, criss-crossing over his body on elastic bands, pressing slight indentations into his pecs and wrapping around his waist.
The patterns continue over his hips, then disappear beneath the rest of the blanket. (15)
The patterns continue over his hips, then disappear beneath the rest of the blanket. (15)
to gently lay a hand on Sukuna’s tense forearm, “You alright?”
Immediately, the tension dissipates, as if it switched off only at Megumi’s touch.
The younger man finally sits up straight and when the spare blanket falls, it shows the reason he wasn’t under the covers. (14)
Immediately, the tension dissipates, as if it switched off only at Megumi’s touch.
The younger man finally sits up straight and when the spare blanket falls, it shows the reason he wasn’t under the covers. (14)
November 16, 2024 at 3:54 AM
to gently lay a hand on Sukuna’s tense forearm, “You alright?”
Immediately, the tension dissipates, as if it switched off only at Megumi’s touch.
The younger man finally sits up straight and when the spare blanket falls, it shows the reason he wasn’t under the covers. (14)
Immediately, the tension dissipates, as if it switched off only at Megumi’s touch.
The younger man finally sits up straight and when the spare blanket falls, it shows the reason he wasn’t under the covers. (14)
Sukuna had balled his free hand so tightly in the fabric of his sweatpants that it’d torn the fabric.
The man is so furious he can’t speak and the silence concerns Megumi enough to push up on an elbow.
“…Ryo?”
When the silence holds, he reaches (13)
The man is so furious he can’t speak and the silence concerns Megumi enough to push up on an elbow.
“…Ryo?”
When the silence holds, he reaches (13)
November 16, 2024 at 3:53 AM
Sukuna had balled his free hand so tightly in the fabric of his sweatpants that it’d torn the fabric.
The man is so furious he can’t speak and the silence concerns Megumi enough to push up on an elbow.
“…Ryo?”
When the silence holds, he reaches (13)
The man is so furious he can’t speak and the silence concerns Megumi enough to push up on an elbow.
“…Ryo?”
When the silence holds, he reaches (13)