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specshroom · 1 year ago

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•The Queen of Curses•

Part 1 / Part 2

(Ok So think of this as like a Sukuna wins and everyone dies AU lol. True form! Sukuna. Added the cursed blood bath for no reason. Suggestive, titty stuff but that's it, MDNI, She/her reader, no use of Y/N)

Sukuna didn't rein over the Heian Era alone. It was always him and his lover, burning and slaughtering together. Their love for eachother was well known across the land. People knew not to be fooled by her less intimidating looks (in comparison to her husband) for she was just as brutal and heartless as he.

All that changed when sorcerers from the era used all they're combined might to seal the Curse Queen inside a small cursed object, formed only from the combined sacrificed corpses of their comrades.

They knew that the only way to defeat the King and Queen was to separate them and they succeeded. After hearing of the fate of his lover Sukuna flew into a blind rage leading to his own defeat at the hands of the same sorcerers.

One thousand years of relative peace passed with the two lovers separated but still yearning for each other.

Luckily for the lovers, the ever devoted Uraume never stopped looking for a way to set their masters free. After centuries of searching and begrudgingly accepting a little help from Kenjaku, they finally found the cursed object that their Queen had been trapped in, a simple orb a little bigger than a tennis ball. It made Uraume's stomach turn thinking of such a powerful force being shoved into such a small thing. They carried the black orb with them everywhere while continuing the plot to releasing Sukuna. They found themselves whispering to it, compelled by the obsidian globe. They didn't know if their master could hear but they felt like it was right, like they could almost sense their masters overwhelming aura, compelling them to spill out everything they know. So Uraume spoke to it quite a lot, telling the dark orb and the beast inside about Sukuna's fate, about the new world, about Kenjaku and the plan to free her and her lover.

The plan that finally comes to fruition. Sukuna is freed, his true form is restored in all its glory and hes wreaked havoc on most of Shibuya just as a warm up. Uraume kneels before him.

"Master Sukuna."

They say bowing their head.

"Hmm?"

Sukuna hums an acknowledgement, eyeing them with contempt.

Uraume brings the dark crystal like ball out of their loose robes and holds it up, presenting it to their king. "Now, with your power fully restored we can release the Queen from her containment."

Sukuna stares at the ball in the sorcerers hand and gestures for Uraume to give it to him. He holds it as gently as his colossal hand is able to. It seems to get hotter in his hand, so hot it would surely sear the skin of a mortal. He pears into the orb only seeing his reflection in it, the Curse king nods to Uraume. He places it on the ground and they both step back, arms reaching out towards the orb on the ground.

In unison they both let out powerful blasts of cursed energy aiming right at the cursed seal. Strong streams of power, one white hot and the other pearcing cold, the orb starts to crack emitting a glowing white light. "It's breaking! Don't stop!" Sukuna orders and Uraume grunts but dutifully follows orders. The cracks grow wider and the light shines brighter before it's too blinding and they both cover their eyes as a powerful blast pierces the air.

In the settling dust stands a figure that's all too familiar to the both of them. They both watch as the figure shifts, leaning back and stretching their arms above their head, releasing a groan that is appropriate for someone who hasn't been able to move much in a thousand years. When the woman finally turns to Sukuna she sighs and smiles, letting out a relieved huff. Sukuna grins triumphantly and opens all four of his arms expecting a tide of thankful affection from his lover. When she takes the first few steps towards him her smile starts to waver until it's down to a grimace. Sukuna tenses as her eyes darken. He opens his mouth to ask what's the matter as she walks up to him and-

*SLAP*

Silence envelops the already desolate atmosphere. Sukuna's head is turned to the side, his eyes wide. He blinks before glaring at the offender with a look that could kill. She stares up at him with eyes just as deadly.

"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME IN THAT FUCKING BALL FOR SO LONG!!?"

Sukuna stares with his mouth open for a second genuinely shocked into silence until that second is over and he responds with equal vitriol.

" HUH?! THAT WAS YOUR OWN FAULT WOMEN! DONT BE UNGRATEFUL!"

The two fiery curses glare at each other with such violent intent, the very air around them heats up.

"WHAT KIND OF SHITTY HUSBAND ALLOWS HIS OWN WIFE TO GET SEALED!"

"YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR THAT! DIDN'T I JUST SET YOU FREE?"

"DONT TAKE ALL THE CREDIT YOU BASTARD! URAUME'S THE ONE WHO-"

As if the women just remembered that the other sorcerer exists, she turns around and there her loyal subject is, kneeling in her presence.

" Welcome back master, it's good to see you"

The woman's face brightens up immediately, "Uraume~" She sings running up to the sorcerer and lifting them into a bone crushing hug that would've killed a lesser being. "Oh, Thank you Uraume. My dutiful subject, you did so good." The Curse Queen coos at the sorcerer, squishing their face into her chest and stroking their duel coloured hair. Uraume doesn't hug back as to be respectful of their superior but they don't push back either, just letting their master man-handle (woman-handle?) them.

Sukuna clicks his tongue at the show of affection and crosses two of his massive arms over his chest. No doubt in disbelief that HIS wife doesn't embrace HIM first after a thousand years spent apart.

The wife in question turns to him with Uraume still in her arms, an irritated look on her face.

"What's your problem?"

"My problem is that MY wife is being an ungrateful bitch."

The benevolent woman stills and Uraume peers up at her from their place, nestled into the cleavage of her loose fitting kimono. The woman sets Uraume down onto the ground gently. She breathes a heavy sigh and in less that a second she's on Sukuna throwing a mass of red hot cursed energy right into his face. He blocks it in time and is able to keep blocking her continuous fast attacks. She gets frustrated and lets out a powerful blast that shakes the earth and forces him to jump back to avoid the blast.

She laughs with relief, finally being able to let out all that pent up cursed energy feels amazing. Her tattoos (similar to Sukuna's but not quite the same) almost seem to glow with the immense energy output being let off from her body. Only the tattoos on her face, neck and wrists are visible but Sukuna knows very well what the rest looks like, having traced every inch of ink with his fingers.

Sukuna takes the opportunity while she's distracted by the pure euphoria of letting her energy loose and comes barreling towards her, she can't react before he tackles her to the ground. He pins her hands down with two of his hands and another goes to roughly grab her jaw.

"Does it feel good to finally let off some steam, Baby?"

The king of curses teasingly remarks from above her.

"Baby? That's new." She questions with a teasing grin. Her words are a bit slurred from the way her husband is holding her jaw.

"Might as well get with the times." He bites back with an even more cocksure grin. She scratches and kicks at him and bites at his hand. With all her concentration she channels the sheer amount of pent up cursed energy in her body and lets it burst out in a deafening blast that knocks Sukuna off of her. Static reverberates in the air.

In the few seconds it takes for him to recover she takes the opportunity to pounce on him pinning him to the ground. Grinning from her place above him her heavy breaths and beating heart match his. Her crazy, alert eyes meet four others with the same sentiment.

"I missed you so fucking much." Sukuna says before he pulls her by her robes into a deep kiss. The kiss is somehow aggressive and sensual.

Two of Sukuna's massive hands go to her waist and thigh holding her body to his as he sits up. The third hand is on the floor for balance and the last is tangled in her hair pressing her further into the kiss, as if that's even possible. Both Cursed beings are glad that they don't need to breath or else they surely would have suffocated each other by now.

The queen of curses has never been more pleased by the fact that her husband doesn't seem to know what a shirt is. Sukuna has voiced many times that he wished his wife shared the same sentiments only for her to scoff at the suggestion, although, now she thinks the idea is one of the best he's ever had.

They fight for dominance with their tongues. Still locked in the passionate sloppy kiss the woman unlatches her hands from his hair to slip off the robes she was wearing over a loose fitting kimono. She unwraps the black accented white Kimono, rather slowly in sukunas opinion to let her breasts fall free to the warm air.

Sukuna releases his mouth from hers, licking his spit slicked lips to stare down at his beautiful wife's beautiful tits.

"Yeah, remember these are mine. Only mine." Sukuna grumbles lowly before smooshing his face right between them, sighing deeply like a thousand year old itch has finally been scratched.

"Aww, is Ryō a little jealous?" The woman preens in a patronising manner while lightly stroking his fluffy hair.

"Poor baby~" She coos, repeating the pet name he used for her. Her teasing only gets a glare and a growl from the beast of a man currently buried in her tits, holding her impossibly closer to his face.

She chuckles down at him, a loving yet menacing look in her eyes.

"Well maybe I should let Uraume- where did they go?"

She looks around the scorched city landscape looking for her white haired subordinate and as if they heard her words summoning them they appear with a respectful bow.

"I have made the preparations for your bath."

"Thank you, Uraume~"

The woman beams and turns to the man who is still occupied with her tits, he's now picked a tit to suckle on, fondling the other in his rough hand.

"come now Ryo, it's time for our bath." She says curtly and the man groans with his mouth full, absolutely dreading even the idea of his tongue leaving the hardened nipple he's been sucking on. If the two objects poking her ass are any indication if it was up to him they would never get to the blood bath Uraume so kindly set up for them.

She tries standing up and pulling away but the man is latched on tightly, all four arms clutching around her as if they never want to be an inch apart from her again. The more she struggles the bigger the two chubs in his pants grow. She sighs and struggles once more.

"Uraume planned this out very nicely for us, Ryomen. Just do what I say Damnit!"

She pulls at his hair and he bites down on her tit in response, earning a yelp and a harsh smack on the head from her. He laughs, not with the mouth on her tit but with the mouth on his stomach. She peers down at it, as if she just remembered it's there. Without wasting more time she grabs the large tongue crushing it with her grip and tugging on it hard.

Sukuna releases her tit to yell out in pain.

"OW, WOMAN! You should be grateful for every ounce of attention I give you! OW!"

As Sukuna rages, she snorts and jumps out of his now loosened arms. Turning her back to him, she approaches the other sorcerer who's head is still bowed.

"Uraume, would you kindly show me to my bath?"

"Of course, Master"

Uraume stands and bows their head. Holding out their arm for their Queen.

She holds onto Uraume's arm, purposely squishing her still exposed breasts into the sorcerer's side as she smiles down at them.

"I guess we'll have the bath all to ourselves then, Uraume~"

Uraume closes their eyes with a knowing smile and nods in response, very accustomed to the games the two lovers would play with each other, often forcing them right in the middle. Their Queen would often promise that she'd one day make Uraume flustered, something that to this day has yet to occur.

The sorcerer doesn't even flinch at their powerful master fawning over them, stroking their arm and pressing her now marked up tits closer into them as the two walk off towards the bath Uraume prepared.

"HEY!! WHAT THE HELL!?? URAUME!"

Sukuna sits in disbelief at his wife's antics. As if he's only now remembering what a tease she is and has always been.

His wife looks back at him over her shoulder, she shrugs her kimono off her shoulder, exposing her tattooed shoulder to him before turning back to Uraume snickering.

Sukuna huffs and grins, shaking his head. He's so fucking happy to have his wife back.

(AN: I was originally planning to make this smut but... It just got away from me😭😭 sooo... Maybe in a part two? 👀👀)

#this art of Sukuna will live in my head forever now btw #Uraume my beloved #jjk x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna scenarios #jjk smut #jjk sukuna #true form sukuna #uraume #uraume x reader #queen of curses

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pidgydraws · 6 months ago

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🖋️ sleepover 🖋️

"...to further encourage the bearing of our souls and the telling of our most appalling secrets."

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #kabru #kabru of utaya #labru #there's a whole modern au - movie night - scenario in my head #and this is what you get of it #i absolutely imagine them both loving one another's writing and drawings #they're both obsessed with one another's insights but suck at communicating in a way that doesn't become a mess #but they'll get there #absolutely made for one another #these two perfect idiots #love them to bits!#UGG!

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lightseoul · 2 months ago

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cw. worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining (squint harder y'all), a lot of cussing (wouldn't be a bkg fic w/o 'em), reader has an ex-boyfriend, our boy kiri finally makes an appearance

words. 2.7k (i had to stop my head was aching)

masterlist | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

If you were to suddenly rise to fame overnight, for what reason would it be?

The answer you’ve always had for these silly icebreaker questions was simple. That one passion you’ve nurtured as a hobby, perhaps? Or the hidden talent—party trick, really—that your friends always goaded you into demonstrating during get-togethers? Or it could be getting recognized for the work that you do and how much of your soul you put into it.

Really, it could have easily been any of the three.

Which is why you couldn’t have seen this reality hurling straight at you even if it was waving a shining red flag at you from a safe distance.

You adjust the face mask that’s snug against your cheeks for the umpteenth time, vaguely aware of the child seated in front of you who’s also staring like he’s trying to make out who you’re supposed to be under the barrier.

Tamping down the annoyance springing in your gut over a kid occupying a precious chair in this crowded subway train during rush hour, you shift on your feet and tug down with your extra hand the hat that you quickly threw on on your way out this morning.

It was the least you could do after unceremoniously finding out through your best friend at 5:37 AM that you’ve become one of the Internet’s sensational hits overnight, now being dubbed as #2 Pro-hero Bakugou Katsuki’s heavy-handed girlfriend, emphasis on the heavy.

Needless to say, the news sent you into panic and you couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how hard you tried. Your emotions and thoughts went into overdrive, and you found yourself at the crack of dawn mulling over the options you had in front of you.

You knew you were grasping for straws when you started thinking about stealing someone else’s identity and moving far, far away from Japan where the concepts of pro-heroes and the World Wide Web were unbeknownst to the living population.

That pipeline got you nowhere.

Which leads you to the present: decked out in a flimsy disguise, horridly sleep-deprived, anxious as hell, squished between late salarymen and chatty high schoolers in a cramped train carriage, and subject to the increasingly scrutinizing stare of this kid in front of you.

To your relief, you arrive at your station before the child can put two and two together and expose you to the rest of the crowd. You quickly shuffle out and expertly weave yourself through the sea of people, desperate to get out of the public space and into the safety of Ground Riot agency.

Though your imagined bubble of safety is immediately popped the moment you enter the building and feel what has to be dozens of pairs of eyes on you.

You hurriedly scan your employee ID and head for the elevators, heaving a relieved sigh when no one follows you into the space.

It’s barely 8 AM, and you’re already drenched in sweat. You’re in the middle of wondering if you’re already sporting a fucking pit stain when your phone chimes its familiar tune, signifying a text message.

You peek at the notification banner to see Bakugou’s name, alongside a short directive.

(7:51 AM) Bakugou (Dynamight): Conference Room A—be there in 10. PR and the rest want to see both of us.

Fuck.

The room’s not empty by the time you stumble in seven minutes later. Hiramasa Hikari, your direct subordinate in charge of employee relations, is seated on one of the comfy office chairs circling the long, oval table, looking indubitably harrowed as she thumbs through an all-too-familiar booklet.

Wordlessly, you walk towards where she is and plop yourself down on the seat across from her, right on the side of the end-of-the-table throne where Bakugou usually plants his butt during meetings.

You might have moved a little too silently because she startles when she looks up and sees you looking at her like you don’t know what to say.

Because you don’t.

Instead, you flash her an uneasy smile, which she returns right back. Although it morphs into a frown, “I’m guessing we both recognize how comical the situation is right now?”

At that, both of your gazes drift to the said document, conveniently titled ‘Workplace Relationships: Policies and Protocols,’ with your name written underneath as one of the principal authors.

You purse your lips into a tight line, suddenly feeling the tiniest bit of shame spurring in your gut.

You wouldn’t call yourself militant when it comes to carrying out rules and regulations related to your job, but being on the receiving end of a lecture regarding workplace relationships is—for the lack of a better term—humbling.

Even if the whole thing that led you here is fake.

Before you can stutter out an appropriately vague enough response to your colleague, the glass doors open like flood gates and in comes Bakugou in his hero costume, followed by Mikuri (the PR head you’ve talked about during your meltdown), and a group of coworkers who you’ve identified as a portion of the agency’s legal team.

You and Hikari stand up at their arrival, and sure enough, Bakugou pulls out the seat to your right, barely sparing you a glance as he situates himself.

The rest quickly follow suit, the atmosphere so tense you could cut it with a meat cleaver.

Nobody says anything for a while before Hikari clears her throat awkwardly, evidently feeling self-conscious over speaking in front of her higher-ups. “I guess I can start, then?”

You give her an encouraging nod as if you’re not about to be roasted by the very same girl you’ve been training directly since she got recruited two years ago.

Hikari clears her throat again before fixing her firm gaze on you. “It has come to our attention that multiple news articles have been circulating since last night,” she pauses as her eyes dart between you and Bakugou, “about the two of you.”

A pregnant pause.

“…Care to explain?”

You can’t believe it. You’re about to expose yourself and this embarrassing stunt you pulled. And you can’t help the dread that courses through your system at the thought of admitting out loud how you roped in your boss, of all people, to pretend as your date so that you could hide from the ex who dumped you over the phone how much of a loser you are.

How much a loser you’ve become, the present moment in mind.

It couldn’t get any more pitiful than that.

But you have to face the truth, and you realize that time is running out fast as you survey the expectant looks directed at you one by one as if everything’s in slow motion.

Finally, you open your mouth to blurt it out and get it over with, but Bakugou beats you to it.

In fact, he doesn’t miss a beat.

Which is fucking astounding, because what he’s about to say next quite literally causes your jaw to drop.

“We’re dating,” he states, voice even. “There’s your explanation.”

The exact moment he says that outright, blatant lie, it’s like all the air in the conference room gets sucked into a vacuum. You find yourself feeling lightheaded and it takes everything in you not to collapse like a boneless heap on the lawyer beside you. You think Bakugou notices because his eyes shift to look at you, and his eyebrows furrow so minutely as if he’s telepathically saying ‘Get it together.’

And so you do.

You don’t know what the fuck he’s thinking, lying like this to the very people who need to know the truth to effectively clean up the mess you’ve inadvertently made in just one Sunday, but at this point, you know better than to contradict Bakugou’s words.

“We’re dating,” you parrot, voice wobbly, “…yes.”

You will yourself to look up from the clasped hands on your lap, only to immediately regret it. Some of the members of the legal team are staring at either Bakugou and you with straight-up disbelief, while the others toss you a playful wink. Hikari, Mikuri, and Sawamura, the lead lawyer, however, look unsettled at best.

“Since when,” Sawamura starts, although he sort of chokes on his spit. He clears his throat, “—since when has this been happening?”

The pro-hero’s reply is almost instantaneous. “Why the fuck would I tell you that?”

Ignoring Bakugou’s defensive retort, you instead jump in to respond as calmly as you can. “Around two months ago. When we worked late nights on that issue under Hikari’s unit. We, uh—” you chance a glance at Bakugou, who’s looking at you intently, “—we were actually planning to disclose it to HR today, if you can believe that.”

“And you punching the groom at the wedding you attended,” Mikuri suddenly adds, voice pointed. “Was that part of the plan, too?”

At the reminder of your act of sin, you visibly cringe in front of your colleagues. You hear Hikari hold back a snort, and you flush further in embarrassment.

To your surprise, Bakugou speaks up. “That was her dickhead of an ex, and he was being an asshole to her.” He grunts, “She was only defending her name.”

Despite yourself, you can’t help but gawk at the man. The last thing you expected was for him to defend you. And so sincerely, at that. He could be a great actor.

“Well, regardless of the intentions, we have to deal with the act and its resulting consequences,” Sawamura sighs, before turning to face you. “We already briefed Bakugou on the way here but the guy and his family are threatening to sue for damages.”

“S-sue?” you choke out.

Mikuri nods solemnly in response. “I know Bakugou here wants to fight fire with fire by exposing the guy’s character but we believe it’s best to keep things as hush-hush as possible to prevent any more repercussions on his general popularity rating.” She gives you a once-over, “Would that be okay with you?”

You barely manage a nod, although she seemingly finds it more than enough.

“We’ve since been in contact with their lawyer and are on our way to a settlement,” the head lawyer packs on. “We’re scheduled to meet them in,” he checks his sports watch, “two hours.”

“In the meantime,” Mikuri interjects, “we might suggest you stay off your non-essential social media sites as we wait for the issue to die down.”

You nod again, failing to repress a weak laugh at the belated advice. “Don’t worry, I’m already on that.”

“In fact,” you quickly add before anyone else can interrupt you, “So much so that I don’t know what the hell is going on out there. How is Bakugou fairing in the ranks right now?”

Again, you feel the said man eyeing your side profile.

Mikuri cocks her head to the side in reflection, “Surprisingly, he’s holding up okay. We’ve had a marked increase in activity from the adolescent to young adult female demographic especially, but they’re all mixed reviews.”

At that, Bakugou sneers. “What am I, a fucking movie for these extras to rate?”

You snort, and now you see Bakugou side-eye you, although there’s no bite to it.

“Anyway,” Sawamura interjects, “That’s more or less it from us and PR as well, I believe. We’ll keep you both posted.” The man glances at Hikari, “Hiramasa-san, anything else from your department?”

“Oh, yes,” she quickly riffles through her documents before settling on the booklet from earlier and timidly handing it to Bakugou, who accepts it gingerly. “My supervisor here knows the guidebook by heart so you two should be good in keeping yourselves in check.”

Her eyes quickly dart to you as if to watch your reaction before they just as quickly dart back to Bakugou. “But just to reiterate, we strive to keep everything professional here at Ground Riot agency, so that means drawing a clear boundary between your work and personal lives. That also means no inappropriate PDA.”

“Tch.”

You gulp, feeling all sorts of weird all of a sudden. Accidentally demonstrating PDA with Bakugou should be the least of your worries but there’s no denying the pulse of anxiety that resonates at the mention of it.

After you and Bakugou begrudgingly agree to the terms and conditions, the meeting finally gets adjourned and your workmates pile out of the room one by one. You don’t realize how tense your shoulders are until you’re left alone with Bakugou, and you allow yourself one deep exhale.

Your boss, who’s still sporting a sour expression on his face, shifts his attention to you at the sound. You feel yourself shrink in a bit under his penetrating gaze, although you try to straighten your spine soon thereafter.

You take a few steps towards the doorway and peek through the hall for any bystanders. Once sure that you’re most definitely alone, you turn to Bakugou. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

He’s not looking at you but his eyebrows furrow still, revealing his listening. He doesn’t say anything, though.

You continue. “It’s obviously bothering you that we’re keeping up this charade. Never mind your ranking potentially slipping, what about the stress of having to pretend and hearing people talk? You don’t need that on top of—”

“I don’t give a single fuck what people say about me.”

You knew that, yet you still frown at his tone. “But you give a fuck about being number one.”

At that, Bakugou finally moves to face you. “Look, I hate that I have to say this, but even if I had no dating scandal affecting my popularity rating, good or bad, all this doesn’t make a difference in helping me get past shitty De– Izuku, at least in a way that matters.”

He huffs before looking away to the floor-to-ceiling windows. “That popularity shit’s out of my control and has nothing to do with my abilities. The other metrics are.”

As you gaze at his back, you think about how image is in fact important when it comes to being the ultimate hero—mind drifting back to All Might and how he served as the pinnacle of safety with his powers and impactful symbolism. But then it gravitates to Endeavor and how, despite his far from amiable personality akin to that of Bakugou’s, he earned the people’s trust in his own way as the new #1 upon All Might’s retirement.

“Okay,” you exhale again, “I believe you. Still doesn’t explain why you seem so bothered, though.”

Bakugou immediately whips around to look at you, frustration etched on his pretty features. “Why did that jackass even invite you in the first place?”

That’s what’s bothering him?

You chuckle, although what you’re about to say probably isn’t a laughing matter. “I think it’s because he saw me as a charity case,” you pause, debating whether or not to tell him the embarrassing truth, eventually opting to do so. “He always made me feel like I should thank my lucky stars I scored him, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was doing me a favor by inviting me to his wedding.”

“…You know you can do better than that dipshit, right?”

You smile despite yourself, “I know… That’s why I’m dating you, right?”

You only meant to lighten the mood after what has been a grueling, impromptu meeting, but you didn’t expect Bakugou to redden in what you think is annoyance at the innocent quip.

You immediately backtrack. “I was just—trying to, uh—’m just joking around…”

Bakugou doesn’t get the chance to potentially snap at you in irritation because Kirishima, Red Riot, waltzes in with a big, toothy grin on his face.

He beams at you then turns to regard his best friend, grin growing even more in size as if that was still possible.

And what he says next confuses the shit out of you and grants him a hard shove from your now fake boyfriend.

“Congrats, Bakubro! Freaking finally!”

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whump-in-the-closet · 30 days ago

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weak in the knees for situations where a stoic whumpee allows someone to help them. they don't say a word of acceptance but they don't protest either. Too injured to say no and too tired to deny they need it. Just grudgingly letting a gentle hand guide them to a bed or to wrap a wound. Then a quiet, "thank you." in between sharp breathing as they try not to break down in front of someone else. Love love love shielded vulnerability

#Hey not dead just exhausted and mental health crashed so I had to go AWOL #Sorry fam missed you guys #Thanks for all the asks i see you and ill get to them i promise #Tbh not doing great but hey I'll survive and I've got another little whump scenario stuck in my head #whump ideas #whump writing #whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whump prompts #troy talks #whump scenario #whump stuff #whump tropes #Stoic whumpee #injured whumpee #Cw noncon medical care

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zephyrchama · 6 months ago

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I bet Mammon has a picture of MC in his wallet.

No one's allowed to touch his wallet because obviously Mammon doesn't want people going after his money, but he also doesn't want anybody finding his good luck charm. That little portrait is for his eyes only - to say nothing of the teasing he'd get.

Seeing Goldie and MC side by side inflates his mood like nothing else (except, perhaps, winning a jackpot). He may even give the photo a quick kiss before a round of gambling, if no one's watching.

#joke's on him - everybody has a picture of MC in their wallet #omg what if its a nude (jk) (unless..........)#i'm sure people have thought of this before but i can't get it out of my head. gonna write a mini fic about it some day.#obey me mammon #obey me #obey me!#omswd #obey me headcanon #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me mammon x mc #obey me hcs

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writer-writer-pants-on-fire · 2 years ago

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Mister Temptation (It’s the title in my notes)

Before reading, please know that I have no idea what I’m doing. I just started writing and this is the end result. Vague innuendos ahead.

Brown eyes glanced along the white granite counter tops at the large branches air-drying, the cave and extra pond tub still soaking in the sink. The blue-black splash reflecting off the granite surface onto the window, making her catch the water dragon behind her, claws against the glass surface looking back at her.

"I know, you want out." she sighed sipping on the green tea that had been simmering on the hot plate while she had been cleaning the branches. "Let me just get your basking perch on."

Moving off onto an area closer to where the wall of box plants was to the left, a wooden beam connecting to a hideaway with a rope hammock in the corner of the room. The wall usually for the cats to climb up away from the dog remained open, a common occurrence when cleaning the cage. A large heat lamp needed at least ten minutes to heat the basking temperature, while later than normal for the lizard to be awake, it's not even her bedtime yet.

Glancing at the clock on the stove, reading 9:34, she set down her mug and opened the cage door. Not moving all that much other than an offer to let the female dragon out. Her eyes met her outstretched arm before moving to the branch that crossed the space of the door. Just as she had moved her other arm to pick her up, the short sleeve--a reminder to grab a jacket first--made her move away, the door-bell ringing. Softly, shutting the doors for safety, she peaked into the eyehole as her jacket settled over her shoulder.

Her brows furrowed at the two people standing outside on her door.

Opening it she could tell, from the red flushed face, the man was drunk. The lady beside him, struggled to keep him from falling over. "Uh, hello?"

"I know this is an unexpected, but…um," her female guest tilted her head to the man who’s a foot taller than her. "he wouldn't agree to go home until he saw you."

"I--" she stood to the side, "Come in."

The man stumbled, reaching an arm out to her as his friend bypassed them to the pair of couches against the wall.

"Nice place."

"Christine." she sighed out, still very confused. "I know for a fact I never posted any kind of information upon my new address."

"He remembered your parent's place." she allowed him to plop down on the cushion, his short hair flaying down along his forehead. "They, uh, revealed your new one."

"Right." she pulled her phone from its charger on the end table, not noticing any new messages. "Guess I'll be calling tomorrow about that."

She took a look around while the home owner sent a quick message. "Nice place. Didn't know you liked reptiles."

"Last I remember, we weren't exactly close enough to really bond." she cringed upon her memories, "Especially my…attitude?" she questioned herself before moving back off to the enclosure. "during high school."

Christine pointed back to the slowly sobering man resting on her couch, "He really enjoyed your respect of not getting between his relationships."

"Versus what the other girls attempted to do?" the lizard climbed up her shoulder and rested itself along her shoulders. "You barely fit there; you know."

"How long have you had it?" her hands splayed on the island counter after the silent offer of sitting herself down.

"Three years, she's about 2 and a half. She'll potentially live up to fifteen years."

"That's quite a commitment."

"Speaking of commitments," she began, moving to let the lizard climb onto the basking branch. "why isn't he back home with his wife?"

"There's some conflict, and he had been out with friends drinking. Upon closing he didn't want to go home and I'd been called. He wouldn't leave otherwise."

"Okay." she drawled. "Want anything to drink? Water, tea, coffee, or cocoa?"

"Water, please." the glass got slid into her hand.

"What happened that you both are here?" she awoken her laptop that had her spending files on.

After a taking large gulp of the cold water, she set it down, an unusual bout of nerves made her tap her nails on the counter. "We were driving through Herron and Jon started rambling about what if's. How he never got the chance to date this other lady and that she kept appearing in his dreams despite being married."

"Doubt he'd been talking about me." muttering as she typed the store receipts into the spread sheet.

A frown fell on Christine's face, "He said, and I quote, I need to see how Lania is doing."

"Could be a different Lania."

Sticking her fingers into the cold water, she turned her fingers to Lania and flicked the water at her. "Jon?" she called after the other girl looked up. "Lania doesn't believe of your affections."

With a slight tilt of her head and a questioning furrow between her brows, she refocused her attention back at Jon, who'd just sat up, swaying slightly. "Imma marry her instead."

"Marry who?" Christine smirked at the startled gaze of Lania.

"Lania! You know, the sweet, empathetic, Lania. The one I'd been trying to get jealous in high school."

"What?" Lania whispered, fingers pausing above the keyboard.

"She didn't seem like she wanted a relationship at times, so I gen--genu-." he huffed a breath of frustration, pointer finger raised to them. "I made relationships instead. Then she turned around and gave me these eyes." he stood, somehow making his way to the other chair next to Christine. "They brightened every time I caught her staring at me. Like she was just happy to see me."

"Jonathan." Lania turned to him, "I--Maybe it'd be best if you returned to your wife."

"No." he whined, crossing his arms on the island and putting his head down. "I want a hug from Lania first." his eyes seemed to clear upon catching hers. "Your eyes are so pretty."

"They're brown, just like yours."

"Yours are better." he smiled, trying to lean closer over the counter where she sat.

Lania stood to get another glass, setting it down in front of him. The action causing him to settle back in his seat.

"You're still affected." Christine gasped. "Thirsting after another woman's man."

"I'm not blind Christi." with Jon sipping the glass, his eyes still trying to catch hers, she turned back to the file. "I'm also not a home wrecker."

She nodded, well aware of her old classmate's moral code on relationships. "Now you have a chance."

"He's still married and currently drunk." she muttered back.

"I want a hug." Jon spoke up suddenly, water half-way empty. "I'm not drunk."

"Heavily tipsy." she countered him, looking back as a grin appeared on Christi. "Whatever you're thinking, don't."

"He found you again. You know how much effort it's gonna take to get him to leave?"

"Then you should've taken him home."

She opened her mouth to respond--

"You're my home."

The both of them turned to Jon in shock.

"And, and, and my home doesn't want me." his brown eyes soften, "Your eyes are darker, calmer, but also guarded."

"You denying him?" she chuckled beside her.

"He's married."

"That's not a no." she tapped on her own phone screen to see a message. "It's obvious you still like him."

"If he was single again, maybe, also I require him to be sober for this conversation."

"Your attitude is better than high school now, you can actually talk to him."

"I've been living on my own for five years, I think I should be more mature compared to back then."

She typed a message on her phone again.

"Everything okay on your end?" she sighed, leaning farther away from Jon's reach, who then pouted at the distance.

"You know, we've been engaged before." Christi glanced between herself and the heavily tipsy guy beside her. "His wife is currently accusing me of cheating in her conflicted rage."

A sudden concern washed over Lania, "He's not…She's not abusive, is she?"

"No." she shook her head, through her training she seen the subtle stillness of her frame and the quick glance to the happy man. "With him drinking and their conflict, there's either possessiveness of some sort or distrust. I'm being accused of hiding him."

"That part is partially true." she frowned, feeling the appreciative gaze from Jon. She sighed, knowing she'll regret this. "Fine. He can stay for the night, and hopefully upon morning…"

"He's not quite tipsy enough to forget, not completely anyways."

The two stood from the chair, both ignoring the stare from the final person. Christi smiled upon being escorted to the door, "I'll be back tomorrow. Jon has my number."

"Anything special he'll want for the hangover?"

She thought about the question as she walked out the door, making Lania quite suspicious. "Just cuddles. Bye."

"Christine!" she called upon realization, bolting for her but she was already waving from the driver's seat and backing out the driveway.

Upon closing the door behind her and groaning, a hand appeared against the frame, turning around to find Jon staring down at her. His brown eyes trapped her gaze and he started to lean down.

She froze, imagining this once before but under different circumstances, "Nope." she whispered, having to turn to his right to get out of a potential mistake. Instead, she moved back to the island, pulling out large towels to set the cave and pond tub on for drying so she can have her sink back to manually wash the mug that held the now cold tea.

"Do you not like me?" he asked, seeming to find some sense and sit back down on the couch.

"You are not sober enough to be discussing this." she gave him a look. "Though I thought it had been quite obvious."

"You stopped posting updates." he turned his attention to the lizard, who matched his own gaze. "She looks like a guard dog."

Ignoring the side comment of her habits and the lizard, she checked the feeding schedule on the side of the fridge. "Of course." she sighed. Tomorrow, she had to run and get feeder fish, when she had to take care of a grown ass man, who she learned apparently still has a thing for her.

What had been her luck lately?

Turning to the time to notice that it was close to ten, she started to turn off the major lights and coaxed the spoiled brat off the branch, turning the light off in the process.

"She doesn't want to go to bed."

"Yeah, well, I do." she huffed. The social even of unintended guests wearing her out more. The lizard, intelligent as she is, knew what time it was. Crawling down onto both her arms to set along her shoulder before being placed back in the enclosure.

"Can I join you?" he asked.

"You can sleep in the spare room."

"But I wanna sleep with you."

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she's silently hoping he won't remember any of this, but held out her hand for his.

Jon's eyes brightened at the offer of the appendage and stood up, making the attempt to carry her, but Lania had danced away from him.

"No."

"But you wanna be carried by me." he goaded.

"Try again in the morning." she muttered, guiding him up the steps into the spare room. A neutral lighter gray compared to her room's darker gray. Pulling out the black out curtains she switched out the day ones, hopefully it'll ease the hangover in the morning.

"So nice." he pulled the pillow against his chest, hugging it.

"Bathroom is first door down the hall." she told him, arms crossed as she watched him get comfy. As she moved towards the doorway, his calloused hands grabbed hers. Since his strength was much more than hers, he pulled her down onto the bed, sitting her next to him. "What?"

"I want my hug."

"Oh my god." she leaned down to do just as a mother would a child, except upon the pressure of his grip on her waist he shifted so she was now lying next to him. "Fuck." she hissed.

"Fuck indeed." his hand starting to roam along her waist and grip across her stomach.

"Jon." she swallows, her mouth gone dry, "You need to let go." nearly pleading in her gasp as she quickly grabbed his wrist just in case.

"Not tonight." he chuckled.

She's suddenly very aware that maybe she shouldn't have given him that large glass of water. Some of her worries dwindled upon him sliding her against his chest.

"It's good to see you again, and so successful."

Her mind wondered to her own bed, the phone still on the island, and the security lock on the back door. A calming sigh, she tapped against his wrist, hearing his tired hum. "I'll be right back." she sat up, the grip tightening once on her waist as she pulled away. "Then we'll both get some sleep."

Upon the release of his captive, he eyed her once before closing his eyes, finally losing the battle to stay awake.

She has no idea how he's able to with the light still on, now off as she closes the door. "He's married." she chanted as she left back to the kitchen. "He's drunk." she reminded herself as she plugged her laptop in along with locking the back door. "Don't give in." she stated twice upon crawling into her own bed after pulling up the alarm.

#original story #i have no idea this would happen #there's a second chapter #there's now a third #there was a scenario in my head #for a fandom #i don't do romance #i need to work on 16 other stories #this was not supposed to be one of them #rolling with it now

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