#thank u bestie 🥰🥰💕💕🥺🥺

[crossbackpoke-check]

hi i am not the anon u were addressing but i have a mcstrome song rec that u might appreciate :D its a little on the nose but trust that the lyrics fit, Lake Erie Boys by Camp Trash

real time footage of me putting this song into the queue!!!!

[ismyteadoneyet]

"ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴍ ᴀ sᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ"

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~ ''Chapter 13 - A Judgement', 'Guilt of the Helpful', by @draconicstella88888

AND HERE IT ISSSS <333 OUR COLLECTIVE FAVORITE INSANE WOMAN 🥰🥰

This moment has been living rent free in my head since I first read it as a BETA READER for my loveliest bestie <<333 Yes I will brag about this until I perrisshhhhhh Hope you like it as much as I do, Tavi !!! 🤭🤭💕✨️

On the more technical side, this drawing gave me so much grief but also worked WONDERS as a milestone for my skill progress?? I think I started on this back in the beginning of May, and simply Could Not Get It Right. I redrew the face like... 6 times and still ended up erasing it. I drew some other things inbetween to get some distance to it, and decided to revisit this one just a few days ago to redraw the entire sketch, and suddenly everything clicked, first try??? 😭 the pose, the face, the CLOTHES even??? Everything went so incredibly smooth and the thing that ended up taking the most time was for me to clean up the lineart and figure out how the hell Verdict would look at that angle (and tbh I'm still not entitely sure lmao)

I'm so insanely proud of this one and to think that I've gone from that one Lark profile drawing to this in less than a year makes me ✨️feel things✨️ 😭😭🥺🥺 I have never been more motivated to draw more than now and to try more interesting perspectives !! 🤭🤭

As always, thank you Tavi for writing out these cool af scenes and for letting me be part of your creative process <<<3333 MWAH LOVE U BESTIE 🥰🥰

[onlyswan]

Art you have no fucking idea how famous you are on twt and within army in general i met up with a few armys in my city like a get together with about 100 of us in Orange County and god we were all talking about fanfics are you’re SUCH A FAV AMONG ALLLLLL 😭😭😭😭

Btw idk if you remember me but it’s me Ari I’m so sorry I fucking ran away and vanished i just was focusing a lot on myself and my degree got caught up with life and then got admitted in the hospital for 2 months because of pneumonia

BUT IM ALLLL GOOOOD I have this entire week off and I’m gonna read all your new drabbles i see there’s like 4-5 since i was gone 🥹🥹🥹

AHHH I HOPe you’re okay art? Be happy and stay hydrated BESTIE 🥰🥰🥰 i lovereeeeeee youuuuyy

- 🐽

I AM A WHAT AMONG ALL?!?!……… HDJSBDKSBDKWHDKABJDJSKF

i am very perplexed like what do i do with this information and what do you mean i am being perceived for real… but also i’m blushing giggling and kicking my feet 🫣🏃 lmaoooo i love you all so much THANK YOU. my works being something armys can bond over??? THAT’S CRAZY. (wait what goes on at twt i’m clueless and nosy i live in on my own lil bubble over there)

AND OFC I REMEMBER U >:( AND I’VE MISSED U SM!! but i’m happy you’ve been focusing on yourself and i hope you will stay healthy moving forward 🥺💕 hehe have fun with your break and with readingggg <3 i’d love to hear your thoughts again :") i truly missed you and i love you too!

[interxstitial]

there's an "intruder" in jiwon's apartment. he came in through the front door of course, like a good intruder, but he's there nonetheless. he doesn't bother to hide his face though he does sort of look like a moving void given the amount of black he's wearing as he shuffles around the space. jiwon's security cameras will catch the intruder playing with tea for like ten whole minutes before he actually begins working on his task. he's got a stick and a piece of mistletoe which he crudely tapes above jiwon's front door with duct tape. another small two minute break is taken to give tea some treats before the man sets a bag down near the christmas tree – it's got an orange scented bath bomb and some fuzzy socks inside – before he slips out onto the balcony.

[ sms — ANSWER WITH CAUTION ⚠️ ] have fun on ur date with that flynn guy 🫨🤠

jiwon screams. he always does, but this time is different. rather than shriek until the windows break, he screeches like someone's four-year-old niece on christmas morning after unwrapping a brand new 12-piece set of something that definitely sold out weeks ago. (it still disturbs his neighbours, but at least they know he's not dying.)

the newly gifted bath bomb sits at the very top of his disconcertingly large collection, and he already has the fuzzy socks on his feet as he types out a flurry of texts.

[ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! [ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] YOU!!! AAAAAAA!!!! [ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] STOP BREAKING INTO MY PLACE [ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] BUT ALSO THANK YOU [ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] MERRY CHRISTMAS U CRIMINAL [ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] also i don't wanna know what the 🤠 is for [ sms -> BESTIE 🥺 ] BUT THANK YOU I WILL 💕💕🥰🥰😍😍

[sukunasweetheart]

POE, YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL GENIUS,,,,,,,I LOVE YOUR BRAIN, I LOVE YOUR THOUGHTS, I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SUKUNA, YOU'RE LITERALLY TOP TIER,,,,,, 🛐🛐

That little brain rot of yours got me kicking my legs and giggling, I would let him devour me whole idc 🤭🥰🤭🥰🤭🥰‼️‼️‼️🤞���🤞💗💞💕💟💕💟💓💖

PLSSSSS HDHAHXUAHFKSUX thank yew so much bestie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🫶🫶🫶🫶🥹🥹🥹🥹💖💝💘💞💝💕💝💞💗💝💘💕💖💗💞💗💝💞💝 this made me roll around in bed and scream 😭😭😭😭 letting him devour u is so real bc I'd do the same trust 😇🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞

[tddyhyck]

gahhhhh u’re lit so sweet u make me so giddy i’m gonna cRY. i’ve been okay, just rlly tired 😩 i finally got to listen to the full new album and i absolutely loved it 🥺 how did u find it?! (smoothie’s first frame with jaem. twirls hair.)

idk why but i find ur jeno problems so cute u’re so funny when u talk about him 😭😭 u r so real for wanting to bite him. BLSS what u said about jaemin,, i’m not okay 😭 am i messed up for imagining his reaction to you doing it all over his face? 😭😭😭😭😭 HELLO WHAT U SAID ABOUT JENOOOO……… unwell screeching into a pillow. renjun is so cute but i have not been the same since a wild day in 2022 (sorry that’s so specific, i love being dramatic) when i thought of sweet but strict dom renjun with a silly dumb s/o. what sort of fucked up fantasies do u think he has 🤩 (dw u don’t have to elaborate if there r none, just making ✨light conversation✨ w u 🫶) but u calling him soft has me 🥺🥺🥺 cus i looooove soft,, same with u saying hyuck is “gentle and sticky sweet” eeeeek. cute embarrassed closeted freak jisung 🥰

WHAT U SAID ABOUT THE CHENLEEEEE FIC AWMYGOD pls get carried away as much as u want because that one paragraph ended me with all its sweetness i am fr ready to cry 😭❤️ it’s /so/ soft i love it.

whiny mark 🤩🥰 that’s a nice quote 💕 CHENLE STUFFING THEM IN UR MOUTH WHEN U GET HOME OHMYGHEHFHGBSH WHY WOULD U DO THIS !!!!!

i enjoy chatting with u too 🥺🥺🥰💖💕❤️✨ u toooo! i hope u’ve been well 🫶 

~🪄

awww bestie u are precious 🥺 ,, i am so obsessed with the ep/mini idk what it’s called what’s your fav song?? i really love all of them like it’s hard for me to choose bc different vibes for each tune u know and the styling this era is immaculate also the fansigns i am EATING it up ,,, u are so real about jaemin i have to rewind every performance for his intro 🤤

jeno just makes me feel so feral but also so idk loved ?? like i just know he would be a good partner and it makes me delulu ., i feeL like jaem and would be into it but he would have to coax you making he’s on his knees under you and your standing partially over him and your knees are shaking but he’s rubbing you thighs and being all sweet and praising u ,,,, he’s very yes to me

i need to know about the wild day in 2022 … renjun the man that u are his hair this comeback is sooo cute the purple suits him 😭😭

him being soft and strict with a dumb s/o is SO REAL,, i think he def would be thinking nasty stuff but didn’t want to freak his partner out so he would keep it in but maybe one day they spill about something he’s been dying to do and he’s all giddy and can’t wait ,,

i could see him being into rope play ,, hear me out he’s an artistic lil guy and he wants to make pretty shapes and patterns on your skin he’d pick rope that like perfectly complements his partners skin tone and tie the most beautiful knots ,,, maybe just leave you for a bit while he admires his work ,, even rigging a vibrator up to keep against your clit and your crying and begging to cum and he’s just taunting and teasing and ,,, yes

also think he would be a dom that would use spanking as a punishment and he’s bending you over his knee but he would be so soft despite the slaps ,,, caressing your skin touching you everywhere

also collars and any sort of possessive item like not those ppl that wear hardcore collars around 24/7 but a more subtle piece of jewelry that would be a symbol of ownership

ok i got carried away

jisung is such a freak it’s always the quiet ones u know ,,

chenle would pull them out and they’re still messy and sticky and tell you you’re being too loud before he shoves them in your mouth,,

i’ve been pretty good !! thank u for being so sweet and letting me talk too much 🤭🤭

[sennaverstappendiary]

azerbaijan grand prix ✩ 30.04.2023

listen. i'm going to be real. the reason this is so high up is because it was my first taste of lestappen cr4ck c0caine i'm being so fucking serious. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this shit fucking killed me. i was unable to talk about anything else. i felt like i had been punched in the fucking gut i'm so fucking serious. 🤧🤧🤧 if you scroll back down far enough you can find my absolute breakdown over this grand prix. i was going BONKERS. getting drunk after quali with my bestie over this shit kinda BONKERS. dancing in the street kinda BONKERS. who needs drugs when you have autism. ☺️☺️☺️

okay lets go back a bit. it had been almost a month since australia, and i had learned A LOT about f1 in the meantime. some very very important things happened, but the most important one is that i made friends! genuine friends! on f1blr! 🥰🥰🥰🤧🤧🌷🌷🌷

i did this by making some rules with myself: if i was going to engage in my hyperfix on tumblr, i should at the very least post my thoughts about it and try to message people. because in all my other fandoms i was just... alone. 😔

to start with, idk how i did it, but i managed to overcome my fear of messaging people first (i was shaking like a leaf while doing it, though), and i somehow managed to message @/verstrapons... which looking back is fucking crazy because i was SCARED and INTIMIDATED and would like... freak out making sure i said the "right stuff" 😭😭😭 looking back this is utterly ridiculous but... i hadn't had online friends in a WHILE okay i was suffering 🥹🥹🥹 it obviously turned out amazingly but!!! i'm so glad we clicked 💕💕 i love you emma... 💓💓💥💥

then i joined the max discord server… i love you guys so much too - i learn stuff every day from y’all and you all made me feel so welcome 🥺🥺🌷🌷 a million flowers to u all… i hope we can meet up at the berlin E prix 🥹🥹🥹

and my lovely bestie @/boxenstopp … my kimi /p… i’m so glad you send me an ask that day on my main blog 🥰🥰🥰 i can’t imagine my life without you and i’m so glad we’re friends… 🥺🥺🥺 you always make me feel so accepted aaaghh… can’t wait to meet up for christmas again 🌷🌷🌷🌷 or maybe we already met. idk when this is coming out 🥹🥹

last but not least… @/xiaoluclair … thank you so much for always messaging with me, especially when we were both more active on tumblr 💌💌💕💕

sappy shit aside.

the other thing that happened during this time? i started realising which drivers i like, which i don’t like as much, and which ships i like and dislike. my top 3 ships have not changed since (lestappen prosenna simi) 😳😳😳 and my tumblr got banned while making a brocedes edit (PLEASE) but it got restored thank the lord LMFAO 🥹🥹🥹 i think i even started my lestappen fic (the first one) during this time‼️‼️ ain’t that something!! don’t mention the fact that sebchal was my first ever f1 fic i will cry 🧍‍♂️/nsrs.

and of course i got to know a lot more about f1! including but not limited to: what the teams actually were, reading the first half of the prosenna book, binging youtube video’s, not quite getting a lot of the references (bono my tyres are dead), what some things on the car do… etc etc. just a lot of general knowledge, although i felt like i didn’t know anything still (well i still feel that way) 😭😭😭

shit we havent even gotten to the race yet. i love yapping 🗣️🗣️🗣️

OH!!!! this was the first time i watched a race while chatting with other people, specifically the ones mentioned above💙💙‼️‼️ thanks for hearing me ramble on about being scared for max always (thats my brand. and he slays every time 🔥🔥🔥)

so, starting with free practice. i still didn’t watch, but i do remember being at my grandparents and quinine texting me that lestappen were 1-2 in fp1? very funny. on the way home i listened to puppy princess and i was like “this is very lestappen core”. lmfao. yeah that changed me as a person for real 😭😭

quali. what. the. fuck. WHAT THE FUCK 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️ i think i almost passed out. keep in mind, there was a FOUR WEEK gap between australia and baku. i went fucking crazy. when 0.000 happened i blacked out for a moment (/nsrs) and i screamed i was SHAKING i was TREMBLING 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I FELT SICK 🙏🙏 i was happy stimming the entire way to the store (i had to eat afterwards). like that was so sick. i genuinely yelped like a damn puppy (ha) when 0.000 happened. wasnt even upset when charles got pole in the end i was so high on it. and then max kept praising charles OH i felt sick. i felt deranged 💥💥💥💥💥💥

this also happens to be the first sprint race of the season. wish it was the last fuck sprints. sprint quali i just remember me sitting in my brothers room completely disinterested as i always am in fucking spring qualis. lmfao. the real sprint was funny, only bc of the INFAMOUS gax moment 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 hole in the rb19 😨😨😨😨 max angry 🥰🥰🥰 george. 🙄🙄🙄 LIKE THAT SHIT SLAPPED i was mad asf at george at the time tho LMAO 🥹🥹🥹

OHHHH the race itself was ass btw. was genuinely kinda upset after NOTHING GOOD HAPPENED AND THEY FUCKED UP MAXS STRAT 💔💔💔💔💔 post race was great tho. more than great. it was fucking amazing ‼️‼️‼️💓💓💓 we got: max straight up lying to charles (“you were catching!!” <- charles was 20 seconds behind max 🫣); charles sitting on the wrong chair (typical); CHARLES AND MAX SWAPPING PODIUM POSITIONS AND CHARLES BEING DUTCH FOR A SECOND 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ LIKE WHAT. HUH. SORRY?!?!?? sure. whatever 🤯🤯🤯🤯. and then charles RUNNING over to spray max 🥰🥰🥰 yeah that was good. that was real good 🌷🌷🌷🌷

i really did love this entire race weekend so much - this was my austria 22 i cant even lie. thats also why its ranked so highly, which, looking back, so fucking crazy‼️‼️‼️ we got so spoiled with lestappen content from qatar onwards that looking back this isnt even that much but believe me. to maple this was crack cocaine of the highest level 😁😁😁😁💞💓💕💓💓💘💘💖💞💞💓💗💝

✩ song of the race: puppy princess - hot freaks

erm hem.

[mountttmase]

It’s W, MTC day 🥺 miss u and your writting bestie. 💕 hope you will be better soon and making us happy with your new fics 🥰

Oh anon thank you 🥺😭 this has honestly made me so warm and loved like you have no idea 😭

Im doing alright, my brain is just having a moment these last few weeks and i probably haven’t been dealing with it the best but I’m slowly getting some writing done and will hopefully be able to post something in the next few weeks 🩷

[peskyfirefly]

Happy birthday to my june and gemini bestie!!!! 🥳🥳🥳💗💗💗 im wishing you a wonderful day 🥰🥰🥰 i hope you have so many delicious cakes and gifts hehhe!

thank u sooo much my fellow gemini bestie!! 🥺💕 ilu!!!

[okkottsus]

OMG ANGIEEEE HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 😭😭🥺🥺💕💕 so sorry im late but i hope you had a wonderful day and so many delicious cakessss 🎂🎂❤❤🥳🥳 take care and stay safe bestie!!!! 🥰💞

ILAYDAAAAA THANK U SM !!! 🥺🥺💗💗💗 AND DW ABT ITTT !!! my bday was simple but very nice !!!!! pls take care urself too !!! im always wishing the best for u & hoping life is being kind to u !!!! 💖

[madschiavelique]

A L L. All of them that’s why it made me sad that Restraint was reported! It’s by a big coincidence one of my favs! Your writing is ✨🤌🥰👀💕

AAAAAAA THANK U FOR READING ALL OF THEM CJENDEN 🥺🫶🫶🫶

i’m SO happy this is one of ur favs bestie

[hourcat]

I’m the sleepy sex anon and omg yes!! That fic you linked is actually one of my all time favourites 😭💕💕💕

I can’t believe you’re even considering writing more sleepy sex piarles 🥺

My heart is so full i could kiss you right now 😘

Ily 🥰

HI HI thank you for sending this requestttttt <3 to be totally honest i think i may have tried too hard on this one BUT ive been wrestling w/it for a couple days and i think its time to just...let it go. bestie i hope u enjoy this. i love u sm. thank u for reading my writing. im kissing u right back.

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Charles is still asleep when Pierre returns to bed after his morning shower.

Which—honestly, Pierre had kind of predicted. It's summer break. They get a chance to breathe, to settle, to go at their own pace instead of frantically running behind their respective teams; it's been a long first half of the season, and he knows the second half won't be much better. So this is important time for them: rest, recovery, relaxation.

Pierre just can't sleep for shit.

Even after a night of drinking, or of keeping Charles up til the early morning hours wringing him dry of pleasure, Pierre seems to always be awake by 6 and alert by 7.

It kind of sucks, more often than not, because if there is one person in the world who's practically built for lounging, it's Charles.

It definitely sucks right now, because Pierre, fresh out of the shower, had gotten a little worked up under the hot water and had been hoping, against all hope, that Charles would be generally awake enough to start their morning off a little rough. If the way he's drooling and snoring softly into his pillow is anything to go by, Pierre's wish has fallen on deaf ears.

"Fuck," he mumbles, rubbing at his half-hard cock from under the towel wrapped around his waist. There's nothing on their agenda for today, really��it's raining this morning, although that isn't exactly an unwelcome thing since it's been so hot lately, so any attempts at beachgoing are, for the time being, tabled. Going out for breakfast is always a hassle because people have been recognizing him lately, and Pierre loves his fans but he knows he can't jeopardize the secrecy of his relationship with Charles by trying to be a normal twenty-something with his boyfriend.

So, technically, he could jerk off this morning waiting for Charles to wake up and not have any real interruptions to their wide-open schedule. He shrugs at the thought as if someone else suggested it to him. In bed, Charles has rolled over onto his stomach, face smushed entirely into the pillow.

He's sweet like this. Pierre wants to pet him, coo to him like he's some little woodland creature that Pierre has taken home. He sinks onto the mattress slowly, so he doesn't jostle his sleepy boyfriend too much, and combs a hand gently through Charles' sleep-mussed hair.

"Mon cheri," he hums quietly. Charles, still out cold, makes a little noise at the contact. Pierre chuckles to himself, wordlessly continues to tussle at his hair again.

And then—

"Mmm, Pierrot." Pierre watches, captivated, as Charles grinds into the mattress. He's not subtle about it—in fact, Pierre is pretty sure he'd done this awake the other day, when they were messing around with a new toy he'd indulgently purchased on the road. Then, at least, Pierre could tell what was going through his pretty boy's head.

Now? He's kind of dumbstruck, watching Charles begin to rub off on the mattress beneath him. The fog of lust is starting to cloud his brain again. Before he knows it, he’s moving on autopilot, falling into step with whatever game his slumbering boyfriend is trying to play without him.

"Mmm, Charlito," he purrs, continuing to pet at his sleeping partner. "Does this feel nice?" Charles moans in his sleep, grinding into the sheets more noticeably. Just to check, Pierre uses his free hand to lift the blankets just a little—and, yes, of course, he can see that Charles is half-hard right now, just from this.

"Fucking hell," Pierre breathes. The idea of jerking off by himself is suddenly not as appealing as having the real thing right beside him, clearly worked up and clearly having a sex dream about him. He tightens his fingers in Charles' hair and tugs, gentle, until another noise sputters from his mouth. This time, as he whimpers, Pierre watches the way his eyelids flutter open slowly, hazy and the most perfect shade of green he could ever imagine.

"Pierre," he half-greets, half-whines. His hips are still on their slow grind. "Mmmgm?"

Pierre chuckles softly despite himself, shifting so that the towel barely clinging to his body has fallen off in the places it needs to. He watches as Charles sees this. The pretty green of his eyes is beginning to get swallowed. "Good morning," he whispers, delicately rearranging himself over the sheets. "You sleep good?"

Charles nods a little, clearly more than half asleep. He's barely conscious, really: Pierre thinks the hand in his hair might be the only thing keeping him from falling back into the pillow. "Mmmmmmgh." Definitely not the response of a man fully awake and coherent.

"You sounded like you were having a good dream," Pierre murmurs, scooting a little closer. The warmth radiating off Charles is crazy. "Like you were enjoying yourself, cheri."

He's awake enough to blush at least. The low whine that comes out at Pierre's words is followed by another, more-conscious movement of his hips. "Yeah," he manages in his sleepy drawl. Charles' first real word of the day. Pierre's brain is startlingly awake in contrast; his dick is throbbing it's so hard, he has to fight every instinct not to beg Charles here and now to wake up so he can get inside, burrow deep in him the way he can never get enough of on mornings like these.

"Yeah," Pierre echoes, tucking even closer. The head of his cock bumps against Charles' thigh through the thin sheets, and he can see by the way the color in his cheeks gets darker that he'd noticed.

"Mmmm, Pierrot," he moans softly, hips jerking a little again.

"Does that feel good, Cha?" He's really burning up all of his self-control here and now, huh, in the first hour of being truly awake. There's nothing he wants more than to rub up against Charles until he rolls over and spreads out the way he always does when he's so good with Pierre. The restraint he's clinging to is quickly dissipating.

"Mm," Charles nods, breathy. When he speaks again, his voice has gone a little higher, thready with pleasure. "Yeah."

"Yeah," he repeats back. It's not even 8, he doesn't have to be good at talking dirty right now. Charles doesn't even seem to mind; he ruts into the sheets again at Pierre's utterance, mindless in the way he's trying to get off before even being fully awake. "Easy, calamar, easy—" he rests his free hand on Charles' lower back over the sheets and gets a slightly-louder noise in response. "Hey, let me—can—do you want—?" Do you want to fuck is the question, but Pierre doesn't need to actually finish his sentence. Even in sleep, Charles knows how his mind works. Hell, considering the fact that they're both this turned on so early, it's like they have the same brain.

Beneath his hand, Charles squirms. "Mmmmmgh," he answers after a beat, entirely unhelpful.

Pierre huffs a laugh, although he's so turned on it's a little less than funny right now. "Bebe, that is not an answer." He shifts, sucking in a sharp breath at the way Charles' hot skin feels even through the sheets against his shaft.

"Mmm, Pierre," he starts, and there are the words. "Yes, I—if you do the work, yeah." He grinds down again. "I am so tired, I don't understand how you can be so awake right now."

Pierre hums, satisfied, and shifts even closer so that he's nose to nose with his boyfriend for a moment. "You have no idea how you look right now," he says lowly. "You could wake the dead." He earns a whine in response. "I will take care of you, cheri, I promise." Pierre drops a gentle kiss to his nose, then one to the not-smushed cheek currently in view. "Roll over for me, love? I want to see your pretty face."

Charles makes a breathy little noise at his words. “This does not count as you doing all the work, you know,” he mumbles, although there’s a little smile curling on his face. Pierre just thwacks him in the shoulder gently. Charles whines again, but eventually obliges Pierre’s request—he’s graceless as he rolls over, drool dried at the corner of his mouth to make him look all the more disheveled. Pierre can only chuckle at the sight, even with the way his cock is hard enough to start aching a little at this point. When he peels the sheet away from over his boyfriend, he gets another whine. “Cold,” Charles mumbles.

Pierre just tsks at him, pushing up from his sprawled-out position to get a proper look. “Pushy,” he murmurs, and Charles chokes on a little laugh as Pierre ducks down to catch him in a kiss. It’s easy like always; Charles opens for him immediately, even half-awake at best like this, and Pierre takes no time in using it to his advantage. His boyfriend hadn’t been exaggerating about not wanting to do the work—Pierre is entirely in control, tongue in Charles’ mouth, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, swallowing down every little noise that comes out of him. Charles hasn’t even lifted his arms from where they’re laid up in bed; it’s all Pierre, it’s entirely Pierre.

Which. He won’t complain about by any means, really. Charles putting up a fight is always fun, and Pierre does love to wrestle, but a loose, pliant Charles does just as much for him. “I was thinking about you,” he mumbles against the younger’s mouth, breath coming sharper than he’d wanted it to. “In the shower.” Charles moans at the little confession. Pierre swallows it whole with the next kiss, exchanging it with a low, pleased noise of his own. “Thought about how—how loose you are, like this, sleepy and careless and ready for me.”

“Pierre,” he gets in return, and Pierre grins against Charles’ mouth, the short little huffs of breath indicating that Charles is a little more awake than he’s letting on.

“Charles,” he replies, dotting one last kiss to Charles’ now-reddened lip before shifting to get to work. “Are you loose for me, calamar?”

“Mmmm,” Charles breathes. He doesn’t seem capable of forming any words, really, just these lovely little noises and Pierre’s name. (Again, not that he’s complaining—it’s like music, a symphony composed just for Pierre, every sound he’s ever loved strung together and spilling from his best friend’s mouth all at once.) Pierre brushes his hand against Charles’ cheek, traces the swell of his pretty lip with a finger that Charles, intuitively, sucks into his mouth. He’s not mouthy with it, no: just allows Pierre’s finger to sit on his tongue for a few beats, pressing into it just enough to get it slick with saliva.

Satisfied, Pierre eases it back out; the accompanying noise is wet and filthy, forcing him to swallow down the muted noise of pleasure now curled in his throat, ready to come roaring out just from the way Charles looks like this. “Good boy,” he murmurs, using his thumb to pet affectionately at the curve of Charles’ cheek. His face gets pink at the praise. For a half-second, Pierre flies out of his body and watches the way Charles settles more heavily into the bed beneath him—the way his legs spread a little more, the way he arches his neck just so in a way that gives Pierre all the access he needs. He keeps blinking his slow, sleepy blink, and he’s just.

He's just.

Pierre is going to use lube, of course, but he’s a little bit out of his mind with the way Charles is just going with everything right now, so entirely boneless that Pierre might think he’s already been fucked to completion today. He’s got to just—with a low noise, he slips his saliva-slick finger into Charles’ hole, more exploratory than insistent. How loose is he still? Pierre had fucked him pretty good last night, but there’s no guaranteeing he’d stayed that stretched overnight, especially with his tendency to stress-dream. They’re about a week into summer, Pierre thinks he’s done a good enough job at keeping his boyfriend’s mind off of their mutually-aggravating job, but he can’t know for certain.

It takes all of one finger to figure out, though, that he’s doing that off-track job of his well. Charles is almost exactly how Pierre had left him last night; all but gaping, loose enough that Pierre could probably lube his cock up and slide in without too much work at all. Charles likes it like that, sometimes—rushed and heavy, frantic in a way that doesn’t quite allow him to swallow Pierre up inside him the way he’ll do if given the opportunity. He can’t fight the groan of pleasure that claws its way from his throat at this discovery.

“Charles,” he says through his teeth, “you are so fucking—”

“I dreamed about you,” Charles interrupts, voice still weighed down from sleep. He clenches around Pierre’s one finger for a hot second, sending a spiral of insanity up Pierre’s spine and directly into the front of his brain. His cock throbs. Whatever praise that had been on his tongue dies immediately. Fuck. “You were so, your hands, you kept me open when you—” Like he’s reliving the dream all over again, Charles moans pitifully.

Pierre can’t believe he didn’t already grab the fucking lube so he doesn’t have to miss out on Charles’ heat for a single second. Unfortunately, it’s on his side of the bed, which means there is ground to cover that will require him to leave here. Stupid stupid stupid. “What did I do, cheri,” he whispers, then catches Charles in a biting kiss for a hot second just to alleviate himself of the guilt that comes a second later when he slips his finger out, clumsily leaning across the mattress to get a hand on the bottle he’s after. “Tell me what I did to keep you so—open.” He closes his fingers around the bottle and immediately returns to where Charles is now squirming more actively, one knee tucked up towards his chest.

He's so ready he’s not even making Pierre do this part. Fuck.

“You—Pierre, your mouth was so, it was—” he cuts off with a sharp whine as Pierre, with a properly-lubed finger, presses back in and languidly crooks it forward. “Pierrot, oh my god—”

“I fucked you with my tongue, eh?” He’d probably be more effective in talking back if he weren’t so ready to get to his favorite part of all this, feeling how hot and tight Charles is for him every single time, even when he’s worked open all the way. If he were more poetic, he’d call them puzzle pieces; perfectly fitted, designed to be slotted together always. “I am sure you loved that, Charlito, you are very noisy when I eat you out like a fucking girl—” He slides a second prepped finger in and scissors lazily, wrangling another noise out of Charles’ now-parted mouth. The dried drool of sleep has been glossed over by the wet drool of mindless arousal, dribbling down his chin ever-so-slightly. "Fuck, I don't even have to—" Adding a third finger goes so quick Pierre almost swallows his tongue. Charles is ready. He's ready, he's half-awake and writhing under Pierre's touch and he's ready to get fucked after being awake not even, what, ten minutes? "Charles, fucking hell—"

"'m ready," Charles whines like he can read Pierre's mind. "I—Pierrot, I am ready, I need you—"

"Shhh, sweetheart," he purrs, leaning forward so that Charles' leg can properly hook over his shoulder. When he finally pulls his fingers from Charles' hole, his boyfriend whines pitifully, just this side of bratty. (Pierre's second favorite part, a very close second, is that little sound—petulant Charles, how demanding he can be when he's not all-the-way full all the time. Toys can only do so much.) "Easy, cher, easy, I'm going to take care of you." Pierre rubs at the back of Charles' other thigh like he's trying to soothe a wounded animal. He responds easily, leg lifting so Pierre has an improved angle, and ducks forward for one last kiss, one that's definitely less of a kiss and more of a clumsy-mouth-collision. "Are you ready for me, sleepyhead?"

Charles rubs his cheek against Pierre's, catlike. "Yeah," he manages faintly. It may be the best Pierre will get—he can tell already that Charles is lost in the experience from the way his eyes, lidded from sleep, have now gotten even heavier from the way Pierre has finger-fucked him open. He’s saturated with pleasure. He doesn’t even have to look to know that his dick is weeping precome just from how blissed out he is. (A little tingle crawls up his spine at that—at the reminder that, yes, Pierre is the one who gets to have him like this. Who gets to do this to him, who makes him feel this good.)

"Good boy," the Frenchman repeats, nuzzling at Charles gently. And, with one final kiss nestled at the faint crease of his boyfriend’s dimple, Pierre finally gets what he’s been after all morning.

“Pierre—” Charles’ voice is high and thready as Pierre eases in, slow like always even despite his ceaseless desire to thrust right in all the way. Charles can handle it, he’s done it before—but this morning, Pierre wants to keep Charles the way he is right now. Easy. Pliant. Sleepy. “Pierre, oh my god, Pierre—”

“You are taking me so good, cheri,” Pierre murmurs, rubbing at the meat of Charles’ thigh soothingly. “So good, sweetheart, you are so—fuck you are so tight, even with all that work we did, yeah?” Charles seems to be beyond words; he nods, eyes screwed shut, lips parted so pretty Pierre wishes his phone were closer so he could capture the moment. “You feel so good, Charles, fuck. Fuck, cher, fuck—” every second has Pierre closer to bottoming out, and Charles’ voice keeps breaking with every bit of Pierre he’s taking in.

“Pierre,” he manages with a soft whimper. His arm finally lifts from where it’s been draped across Pierre’s pillow, fingers sinking into the flesh of Pierre’s shoulder. Even with dull nails he can feel it like a branding iron. “I want all of it, all—please, oh my god, Pierre—” The words have broken off into half-formed noises as Pierre finally, finally bottoms out inside him. He’s dizzy with it, to be honest—there’s no getting used to how good Charles feels, like he’s made for Pierre and Pierre alone. They’ve done this a thousand times before, Pierre has had Charles a thousand different ways, and yet: he’ll never be used to this. Not ever.

“There we go,” he finally says, unable to keep the grunt of pleasure out of his voice as Charles clenches around him tight. “Fuck, there we are, calamar, all in. You have all of me, sweetheart, you did so good.” He thumbs at Charles’ cheek again with the hand not currently keeping him balanced, humming quietly at the way Charles leans into it even here and now. “How do you feel, mon cheri.”

Charles moans, the sound so familiar to the noises he’d been making in his sleep not too long ago. “Full,” he whispers, eyes still shut tight. The fingers dug into Pierre’s shoulder press even harder for a beat. Then: “Feels right.”

Pierre laughs lowly, ducking forward to kiss the place his thumb had been attending to. “Yeah?”

Charles nods, a quick and dramatic little thing. He looks a little silly. Pierre would laugh if he weren’t buried so god damn deep in him. “I feel—” He inhales sharply as Pierre has to re-balance on the mattress and jostles them a little. “I want to be like this always.”

The words are quiet but slap Pierre across the face open-handed. “You do, huh,” he says after a moment, aiming for teasing but knowing he’s missed the mark from the way his voice has gone ragged around the edges. He really isn’t going to last long at all the way things are going now. There’s no recovering from Charles’ lust-driven earnestness, especially now that he’s got his eyes open again. They’re so dark. Pierre knows he could get lost in them if he’s not careful.

“Fuck me, Pierrot,” the Monegasque breathes, lashes fluttering, and Pierre can’t do anything but oblige, drilling a singular thrust to send Charles skittering beneath him. The sob that wrenches from his throat is anything but soft. Pretty boy, pretty boy. Pierre sinks into him again, presses a clumsy kiss to Charles’ begging mouth, catches his teeth just right to draw another stuttering whine from somewhere at the back of his throat.

“Charlito,” he gasps as Charles meets his next thrust. “I am not going to—you—fuck, stay down, sweetheart, let me—”

Charles’ moan cuts him off. “Touch me, touch me,” he’s begging between shuddering gasp-sobs. Still clinging to Pierre’s shoulder with one hand, he rests the other over Pierre’s hand and lingers only for a moment before closing loosely around his wrist. “Pierre, please, please Pierre.”

A wrecked laugh spills out of Pierre’s mouth, somehow. “Eager,” he says, the rest of his thought utterly lost on his tongue at the way Charles continues to work with him thrust for thrust. He’s definitely awake now. “Yes, cher, yes, I—touch you, yes, fuck, of course,” so inelegant and clumsy as the words come out. Charles moans at them anyway, tightens his grip on Pierre’s wrist. “I have you, I have you.”

“Please,” he repeats, nodding frantically. He doesn’t release his hold on Pierre. (Maybe he’s not planning on it. The idea makes him dizzy again.)

He’s normally more controlled than this—although, lately, he’s been making that excuse to himself a lot when it comes to Charles, the way he’s been out of his mind every moment he gets alone with his best friend. There’s something gnawing at his gut, something he can’t quite shake: the fear that Charles will realize who he is, what he is, and see Pierre for what he actually is under the years and years of fond memories.

But he’s not going to psychoanalyze himself now, not as Charles has started bucking into the hand currently loose around the hilt of his cock.

“Pierrot,” he choke-sobs, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth like a waterfall. Charles is entirely lost in this, entirely; head thrown back, chest heaving, looking like an absolute painting of lust incarnate. Pierre is the one in control, here, doing all the work even if Charles is now trying to meet him halfway on it. It’s a very Charles thing of him to do, really—unable to fully let go even when he says he wants otherwise.

Admittedly, seeing Charles nestled in bed had triggered something in Pierre’s brain—something quiet. Something domestic. Something private. A summer just for them, not Instagram or anybody else’s eyes.

Fucking Charles until he’s wild might be a bit of an obstacle to this.

So he figures he’ll just have to take matters into his own hands. “Easy,” Pierre murmurs, slowing his thrusts but keeping the force behind them as best as he can. Charles keeps clinging to him. “Easy, Charles, I—” he shushes instinctively, thumbing at his boyfriend’s cheek again. “I have you, I promise.” His free hand wanders through Charles’ sleep-flattened hair, tsking quietly. “Be good for me, mon amour.”

Charles, to his credit, seems to settle at Pierre’s touch and words, especially as Pierre’s nails scrape a little at his scalp. The way his eyes roll a little at the sensation makes something warm in Pierre’s gut curl. “Pierrot,” Charles repeats, voice low and hoarse.

“Charles,” he answers with a soft look. “Close your eyes, cher. You trust me, yes?”

Charles’ eyes flutter closed immediately. “Always,” he answers.

“Then let me make you feel good.”

Charles moans softly, and Pierre can see the way he visibly relaxes again, once more pliant and sleep-soft. A surge of affection swells in his chest at the sight. He’s known Charles for most of his life—knows that he gets so quickly worked up about so many things, knows that he holds on to things even when he says he doesn’t. So to get Charles settled so quickly again like this… “Okay,” his boyfriend whispers.

“Okay,” Pierre echoes, then steals a fleeting kiss from Charles’ just-open lips. “Okay, cheri. Okay.” He closes his hand around Charles’ cock, strokes him once slowly. “There we go,” he says, distantly hearing how he sounds—choked, hoarse, barely hanging on by a thread. “What do you want, bebe.”

Charles whimpers. “You,” he answers, and Pierre hears this clear as day, like his lips are pressed right to Pierre’s earlobe. And—well—they might be, they really might be; Pierre can barely tell where he ends and Charles begins, which also feels like it’sbeen happening more these days. The lines have always been blurred for as long as Pierre can remember, but this—this is new, almost. Maybe it’s just summer.

Maybe it’s just Pierre realizing that he’s capable of wanting things outside of the track.

He’s been moving on autopilot, he realizes vaguely, as the noises of pleasure spilling out of Charles finally register in his ears once again. He’s quick to lock back into the task at hand, of course, working to align his hip and hand movements so that Charles is being barraged with the sensations the way he loves. Pierre, he’s begging, Pierre Pierre Pierre like it’s the only thing he knows how to say, and it’s—

“Fuck,” he groans, the resurgence of his self-control collapsing at the way Charles’ voice breaks on his name. “Charles, fuck, I am going to—”

“Please,” he interrupts, already sure of what Pierre is going to say as he thrusts up into Pierre’s hand. “Please, I am—yes, Pierre, I need—I want to feel you—”

That’s it. Graceless, he comes still buried deep in Charles, body once again completely disconnected from his mind as he thrusts helplessly. Pierre burrows into Charles’ shoulder as he lets go, mouth open and breathing wet against the freckled expanse of skin he loves so dearly. Charles, of course, comes right after him, streaking his stomach and Pierre’s still-working-him-through-it hand and even towards the glittering silver chain sitting heavy around his neck, but Pierre doesn’t move from where he’s slotted himself. He still feels like he’s wading through his own desires—like somehow, fucking a half-asleep Charles in his apartment in his Milan apartment has unlocked something new within him, something complicated and heavy and easy all at once.

And, well, maybe it has.

He’s still breathing heavy, a little dizzy from coming down so quickly from his high with so little air getting to his brain from his spot. Pierre slowly lifts off of him—face first, then hand, then cock, all departures that draw little noises of disappointment from Charles as he’s exposed once again to the cool air conditioning of his apartment.

Charles, who is so effortlessly beautiful like this, filthy with sweat and cum and blissfully riding the little aftershocks of his own orgasm. The sheets look sharp against his tanned skin. He does look like a painting, everything about him—Pierre’s eyes flicker over his body and see, with a little overstimulated pang of hunger, that his own cum is leaking from Charles’ puckered hole. He moves like a man possessed—still working on autopilot, Pierre’s action feels instinctive, to use two fingers and press the filthy mess back inside him. “Mine,” he murmurs, almost to himself. Charles whines again at the contact. His breath is warm and strong against Pierre’s cheek.

“Yours,” he murmurs against Pierre’s lips, voice shredded. He lifts a hand to rake through Pierre’s hair. “Yours always.”

Pierre hums, the weight of the morning suddenly heavy on his limbs. He collapses beside Charles, whose eyes are glittery and once again heavy looking with sleep. “I hope I lived up to your dream,” Pierre says after a beat, reaching over to touch Charles’ glowing skin again.

Charles chuckles softly. “Eh,” he answers, trademark catlike grin splitting his face in two. With a soft grunt, he scoots closer to Pierre (like they were even really that far apart) to rest gently on his shoulder, nuzzling him once again. “Perhaps I will dream of you again, Pierrot, and you can try once more.”

Pierre snorts softly. “You are insatiable,” he murmurs, unable to keep from pressing a formless kiss to Charles’ head. He gets a muffled noise in response. “Maybe I will, huh.”

“Mmmmmgh” is the response he gets.

Pierre’s never been one to nap—especially not this early in the day—but with Charles’ weight tucked into his side, pleasure still covering him like a blanket, maybe he’ll consider it.

The shower’s not going anywhere, after all.

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ignore this if you don’t feel comfortable with this: ig edit of hughes sister & taryn tkachuk dating and the boys being supportive 💙

okay anon!! <33 ( first, I’d never never ignore you 💗, second…. I’d love to try my best to do this correctly!)

thank you for submitting because I love taryn!!!

and I love the opportunity to promote the lgbtq+ community (if anyone has a problem with it and or my beliefs on supporting on this blog, please take your negativity elsewhere! this is a safe space <33 )

If you feel uncomfortable, please don’t hate, just ignore & move on! my nommie requested this, and as a writer I wrote this with their ask in mind. They also asked me to do it IF I was comfortable, which was very sweet (and I am comfortable with this!) again, if you are not comfortable, just scroll and move on! please do not bring hate to the blog or post!!

- A

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elblue06 - my heart melted a little at you two!! 💖🥺

y/nhughes - mom❤️

bradytkachuk - guess I’m not lil hughes’ favorite tkachuk anymore ://

↳ matthew_tkachuk - I was her favorite…… not you dimwit but welcome to the fam!!! (again) @y/nhughes

↳ y/nhughes - you two crack me up & thank you, very proud to be dating your sister <3

taryntkachuk - my bros are the best ^^ & yes I am so glad you came (I love you so much babe💗)

jackhughes86 - my heart just stopped not because of the relationship but the fact that I MISSED THE EPIC LOVESTORY?!

↳ lhughes_06 - you owe me $100, @jackhughes86

↳ quinnhughes_ - me as well, $100 @jackhughes86 ! but congrats baby sis I love you and we love this oh so much!!!

lhughes_06 - congrats twin!! <33 you two are so so cute! welcome to the hughes family (again) TT !!

↳ taryntkachuk - @lhughes_06 thank you for the extended welcome & allowing me to date your sister ;)

↳ y/nhughes - ur so cute tarrrrrr 🥰🥰 and thank you bros @quinnhughes_ & @lhughes_06 for the support!! ur love means oh so much to me!! (and the tkachuk’s / my gf’s as well!!) also sorry @jackhughes86 but you’re so slow some times bro 🤨

jackhughes86 - I cannot believe that I’m out $200 bucks and not even a “hi jacky I’m in love with taryn!” text message for your big bro! but I love you and your relationship regardless lol

↳ y/nhughes - thank you, stinky or that would be a really awkward convo to have over insta comments 😭

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y/nhughes - happy birthday to my favorite 💘 (and pretty girl)

↳ taryntkachuk - I love you and your cheesy dance moves 😋

bradytkachuk - happy birthday tt !! I love you and miss you (congrats on your gf again💗)

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↳ taryntkachuk - u 2 are handfulls, but thank you 🤩

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↳ lhughes_06 - mine shipped in today!! happy nasty 19 T!!

jackhughes86 - happy birthday taryn! hope my little terror of a sister is treating you like a queen (I know she gave you that crown!) #nasty19

↳ taryntkachuk - oh she so is!! and as much as I love all of the gifts, your sister is the best gift of all <3

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↳ taryntkachuk - the cuddles make up for the bad singing, baby !!!!

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↳ y/nhughes - thank you JJ :,)

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↳ taryntkachuk - BRADY I CANT EVEN WITH YOU 😭

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↳ taryntkachuk - omgggg‼️

y/nhughes - I quit right now LMAO

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taryntkachuk - angel y/n finally did something “rebellious” and dyed her hair brown…….. I may or may not be very in love with this woman and the brown hair just added to it #ilovey/nhughes #sheisinabrunettephaseanditshot #wlw

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IDK WHY BUT I JUST FOUND YOUR NAMOR X FILIPINO!READER FICS AND YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY, NGL I MOVED ABROAD WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND NOW I STRUGGLE A LOT TI RECONNECTING WITH MY CULTURE AND YOUR FICS JUST DID SO MUHC FOR ME, LITERALLY OMW TO REREAD IT NOW THANK U SM FOR WRITING YOU ARE A BLESSING!! 💕💕💕

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[sukunasweetheart]

Hey bestieeee,

First of all CONGRATULATIONS ON 100 FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳💕💕

Can I pretty please ask for a Sukuna scenario where his s/o has been called crazy or like weird in the past by exs and she does something crazy and gets nervous about how Sukuna would react but he ends up laughing and loving it and sort of comforts her about the things her exs have said🥺🥺🥺🥺. Like if this is too specific you can change it up, whatever's easier for you to write tbh 😁😁😁 and like it doesn't have to be fluff, I mean it's Sukuna so even him being mean is like 🥰🥵

hello bestie ^-^ aaaa thank u!! i had no clue what kind of crazy or weird you were having in mind so i just went for something like a weird habit, i guess?? hope u like it ;) Word count: 764 When you were young, you had an odd habit of putting things close to your nose, in order to take a whiff of whatever object you held in your hand. Very often, your mother would lightly slap your hand away, scolding you for the strange deed. You yourself couldn't understand the reason - it was merely just an itching curiosity you held, and sometimes, struggled to hold yourself back on.

"Hey. Come in." Sukuna closed the door behind him before taking his shoes off, stepping inside of her home.

It'd been a while since the two of you had begun dating, and it was nothing new that he'd visit your place after a long day for a shower and a sleepover. You pressed a kiss onto his jawline with a small smile. The closest spot to his neck, where you could take in a bit of his scent without raising suspicion.

"You're gonna head straight to the bathroom, right?" you asked him as he put his belongings down onto your kitchen counter. "Yeah. Have you eaten yet?" "No, I haven't. Does pizza sound good to you?" He nodded in response and you went ahead to get some delivered to your place.

Once the sound of the water hitting the tile floor could be heard as he had started his shower, your eyes glinted with exhilaration, and you tiptoed down the hall in search of your laundry basket.

It's here.

Though it never really was a habit that you were proud of, sometimes you just couldn't help it. Your previous partners hadn't appreciated it much either, calling it either creepy or weird, and at times, even crazy. Which was why somewhere along the way, you decided it was something to be kept hidden. Especially from Sukuna.

You picked his shirt up with your hands, brought it up close to your nose, breathing in.

There was something different about his smell, something that felt more provoking, than anything else. It produced an almost dizzying effect, stirring up a familiar kind of excitement within you.

Almost like...

"Oi, Y/N. You're out of shampoo-" Stepping outside of the bathroom, he caught a direct view of you, wide-eyed, with his shirt held close to your face. He was slightly wet, and had a towel wrapped around to cover up his lower region. There's only silence between the two of you, as you drop it back into the laundry basket out of shock.

You expect furrowed eyebrows, a face of disgust, a snarky comment. But instead, what you got was howling laughter.

So much so that when he continued in this manner even after a few seconds had passed, you began to wonder what exactly it was that he found so funny about the situation.

"Ahh, I knew it. You do have a thing for my smell, after all," he said, wiping a tear away. "Y-you knew about it?" you questioned him, your heart thumping and cheeks burning. "How could I not? You were so terrible at being discreet about it," he spoke with a smirk. "Always urging me to shower at your place. The kisses on my jaw or neck. You know that I can feel it when you inhale against my skin, right?"

You stared at him, open mouthed, unable to say anything in response to him.

"You don't find it off putting? Not disgusted?" "It's a little unusual, but it doesn't feel so bad. I always wondered why you were being so secretive about it." In truth, it might've even turned him on, knowing that you liked his scent. "Well, my exes didn't seem to like it very much, so..." you nervously looked down at your feet.

Sukuna wiped down some of the leftover droplets of water off of himself with a second towel and then tossed it into the basket as he approached you. Grabbing you by the chin, he lifted your face so that you were looking at him.

"And what if I said that I liked it?" he said with a low voice, leaning in closer. "Well, um..." you started nervously, racking your brain for something to say. He chuckled endearingly at you, smirking. "Instead of my shirt, you can do it to me."

"Huh?" It hit you a couple of seconds late, what he meant with that sentence. You hitched in a breath.

"Aren't you lucky that I caught you before finishing my shower." You yelped as he abruptly lifted you up onto his shoulder, heading into your bedroom.

"I think I should make you tell me more about that little fixation of yours."

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thank you bestie🥺, here is this meme I saw that reminded me of u