katsuki i don’t ever want kids they’re hard to handle and little assholes bakugou is somehow so natural with kid in his arms, like scarily so.
holding a lost child’s hand as he weaves through the streets to find a police station, following the little kids directions as to where they last saw their parents.
crouched on the ground to sign little posters from kids with shaking hands and teary eyes. big scary dynamite making himself smaller to not scare the little ones.
balancing a kid on his hip as he debriefs with the hero commission after a mission. the kid has crossed the police tape, ducking under the flimsy plastic while shouting for dynamite who turned at the commotion, ready to bark expletives at whoever was demanding his attention only to spot the preschooler running with open arms. he gathers the kid in his arm in a single sweep, placing them on his hip as he continues on with the conversation.
it’s so natural the way he moves through the crowd, following the kids directions to their frantically searching parents (the kid saw the flash of katsuki’s suit in the air as he flew over the crowds and BOLTED headlong in the direct of his favourite hero) the press goes CRAZY for the photos, headlines and front page spreads, the explosive and scary number two hero (shush he is number two in my hc) seen being fatherly, soft, gentle.
katsuki i don’t ever want kids they’re hard to handle and little assholes bakugou is a natural born father. change my mind.
a/n: i am ONCE AGAIN writing this at work cause why couldn’t think inspiration find me when i was at home sitting at my desk with unlimited time so pls ignore typos
if anyone has fanart of katsuki with kids, especially him holding a lil one on his hip all domestic, i’ll give you head
The moment Katsuki falls in love with you, he’s standing in front of you like a giant dog with his tail tucked between his legs while you go off on him, genuine shock written on his face.
He doesn’t even know what to do, he’s so caught off guard.
One second he was being his usual self, short tempered, too blunt, a little brash.
The next, you’re in front of him absolutely laying into him.
And not in that nervous, stumbly way people usually do around him either.
No.
You’re pissed.
“Get it together or get lost Katsuki. You’re a grown ass man, figure it out.” you snap, voice sharp.
And all he can do is stare at you.
It’s the first time he’s ever seen you angry.
He’d honestly started to think you didn’t have it in you, always so damn patient and sweet.
He’s standing there, mouth slightly agape.
A whole pro hero.
One of the strongest people around.
Getting chewed out by someone half his size and somehow losing.
He knows he looks dumb right now, he’s vaguely aware of it at least.
But the way you defend yourself, the fierce look in your eye that’s unwilling to back down.
It stirs something in him, something… hot and almost primal.
When you finally finish your rant, chest heaving and anger slowly simmering, he’s practically staring at you with stars in his eyes.
Your angry little frown deepens, “Anything to say?”
“No ma’am”, is all that comes out, cool and calm.
You huff, turning around and grumbling under your breath.
And he just watches you leave, heart beating hard under his ribs.
He thinks about it for the rest of the week.
..Then the week after that.
Then one day, retelling the story to Kirishima who’s got that dumb smug grin on his face, he realizes he hasn’t stopped thinking about the look in your eyes since.
And that’s when he knows.
He’s completely screwed.
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A/N: went for a run & this came to me…. took a breather so I could write it LMFAO
“don’t be mean. you don’t even know what i was gonna say.”
“by your tone, i figured it’s nothing good.” bakugou rolls his eyes but stands till where you stopped him. he shrugs his duffel bag back up his shoulders and the air around him is urging you to spill it out. suddenly you don’t feel as bold under his attention, but you’ve come to far to back down now.
“can i… touch your arm?” you start, fumble then curl your arm up meekly. “do this. i want to know what it feels like… flexed…”
you cringe at your words as bakugo narrows his eyes at you. for a moment, you think his gonna chastise you, to stop messing around or just turn around and leave. instead, bakugou just grunts and do as he’s you asked.
your arm looks like a limp noodle compared to his. unfairly so. the muscle of his bicep bulges when he clenches his fist shut and the sleeve of his compress shirt nearly goes taut around it. you wordlessly poke a finger, then go for a very hesitant and sheepish squeezed at the top. it feels like a giant brick covered by a layer of battle scarred skin.
“wow.” you is all you can muster. “that’s crazy.”
when you pull back, bakugou’s usual glower is smoothed into unbridled smugness. his eyelids are low and his smile is pulled wide and mean. “feels good, don’t it?”
“ugh. you sound like an asshole when you talk like that.” you deflect quickly. something about his words lit a fire in your gut that you don’t want to address. specially now, with bakugou ego already so high-he’s purposely showing off now, muscle bouncing as he flexes again.
“i get to talk like that cuz i earned it.” bakugou puffs up proudly. “ if you ask nice enough, i’ll considerate sharing some workout tips.”
you wave him off as you walk to the exit. “nah. meathead brute isn’t really my style. besides, whatever regime you got going on would kill me in two days.”
The Kingdome still stands and Ken Griffey Jr. knocks out home runs night after night. Bill Clinton enters his second term as President. Pop music is edging out the grunge scene. The technology boom is taking over. And for the employees of the Exodus Mall, it’s a year of romance, longing, and misconceptions in the Emerald City.
A/N: I’m so excited about this! It’s going to be an AU series of longer (5k+) one shots. I had the idea for Minseok’s a few weeks ago and then started wondering about where the rest of EXO would work and it kind of spiraled from there. Check here for updates on when these will be coming out - I’ll add a link here once they’re completed.
// MINSEOK // - [ Don’t Call It a Love Song ]
It’s been two years since you opened the bookstore across from KMS Music. Two long years of falling in love with its sexy and sarcastic owner, never imagining that he might feel the same. You’ve always preferred fiction over reality; books and stories just seemed to be inexplicably better, and safer, than real life. But when an unexpected present is delivered on your store’s two year anniversary, you think you might have found the one person who can tempt you to leave the fantasy world and chase something real.
// YIXING // - [ Temptation ]
Cursing yourself for not majoring in something more practical, you struggle to find work after graduation. On the recommendation of a friend you finally take a temporary job working at Sinful, the chocolate store in the mall, for the Valentine’s Day season. You think that the name is perfectly suited to the man who runs it, Yixing. Sensual, talented, and creative, you can’t wait to get to work everyday to see him. You chastise yourself for having these feelings about your boss, but don’t seem to be able to stop. When the season ends he surprises you both, deciding that he wants to keep you in his life, as more than just an employee.
// KYUNGSOO // - [coming soon]
Quiet, observant, and whip smart, Kyungsoo keeps Barada Pizza running behind the scenes. Whether he’s firing up pizzas in the large stone ovens or slaving away over paperwork at night, his focus is on keeping the business going. He’s kept his nose to the grindstone for years, desperate to prove his family wrong, and lately he’s forgotten how to look up and see anything else. When you barge into his life, a wildfire of a woman in disguise as a waitress, he finds that for the first time in ages he can’t look away.
// SEHUN // - [coming soon]
When you transferred to the Seattle branch of Starling Apparel from California you never expected to take such an immediate dislike to one of your co-workers. But to be fair, he brought it on himself by being such an ass to you first. Sparks fly and tempers flare as you clash time and time again, neither missing an opportunity to provoke the other. But one long night locked together in an electrical closet during a power outage forces you and Sehun to reconsider your opinions of each other.
// JUNMYEON // - [coming soon]
Having a hard time finding a 17th Century pocket watch? An antique Tiffany lamp? A first edition, signed copy of East of Eden by John Steinbeck? Ask anyone in Seattle and they’ll point you to Guardians, a hole in the wall collectables shop known for tracking down anything hard to find. If only the single dad running it could find what he’s looking for; if only he could figure out what he’s looking for. When you start working at the mall daycare and he sees you playing with his son, with your joyful presence and endless patience, he suddenly realizes exactly what his life is missing: you.
// JONGIN // - [coming soon]
The front desk job at the KOKO Exercise Studio was supposed to be your fresh start, somewhere new to escape the past. If only your ex-fiancé could take the hint. When he starts invading your life once again, stopping by constantly, the last person you would have expected comes to your defense. The edgy, brooding dance teacher Jongin is definitely not how you imagined your prince charming, but he might prove to be just the man you need.
// CHANYEOL // - [coming soon]
If Kyungsoo is the brains behind Barada Pizza, Chanyeol is the bravado. Flirting with customers young and old in his loud and cheerful voice, in between calling out orders. With his ability to seemingly remember every customer’s name and order it’s no surprise that everyone who meets him falls in love. Outside of work he has no problem living up to his nickname of Playboy Park, with his personality and good looks. But beneath his bravado is a heart that he gave away years ago, to a girl who won’t even give him the time of day anymore.
// JONGDAE // - [coming soon]
Chen’s Electronics is a mystery, both how the store came to be and the man running it. Some say Jongdae’s a genuis with an IQ of 157, a prodigy kicked out of University for being smarter than his professors. Some say he made his fortune young and got out of the tech industry early. No one knows where he came from, they just know he’s the only one they trust to fix their computers. When you start working as a receptionist for the enigma that is Kim Jongdae you’re determined to be the one who unravels the mystery.
// BAEKHYUN // - [coming soon]
You and your best friend Baekhyun have worked at the movie theater for years. Starting in high school, all the way through college, and now on nights and weekends while you work your “real jobs” during the day. The energy, the free movies, and Baek’s entertaining personality make it the perfect escape from the stress of the corporate world. All of your friends marvel at the fact that you two seem to have dispelled the myth that a man and woman can’t be just friends. But Halloween night at the mall turns everything on its head, in more ways than one.
bumping into your really nice alpha neighbour in the hallway (who you’ve been on again off again flirting with for weeks now), but squeaking out a little “sorry!” while having to rudely push past him so that you can get into your apartment before your heat gets out of control
vs
him being unable to resist following after you the second you scurry upstairs, every step he takes now getting a little more urgent, his blood hotter, until he’s pacing in front of your door, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; trying everything in his power to keep himself from knocking because the way he is moving now reminds him of a predator and he doesn’t like it - he’s nice, goddammit, he’s nice
Toji Zenin is incomprehensibly powerful due to his Heavenly Restriction, granting him superhuman abilities that reflect in his strength, speed, and even… senses.
Yet it isn't until he goes out on a date with his first girlfriend at the ripe age of 22 that he realizes how exceptional his prowess really is when it comes to surpassing the average human.
His nose twitches. “You get a new perfume or somethin’?” he inquires as you pull him back into your apartment, kicking your shoes off at the entryway impatiently and standing on your tip toes to pepper kisses along the column of his throat, teeth grazing his carotid.
You shrug absentmindedly like you can’t quite hear him through the haze of your lust, fingers curling into the supple feel of his leather jacket and peeling it off of his sturdy shoulders.
As if he can’t get undressed fast enough, or slip his cock into you sooner.
“Nope. Shut up and kiss me,” you headily groan out, voice breathy and body emanating a heat that has him cocking an eyebrow.
Things shifted from then on, Toji picking up on the minute details.
Every couple of months, when he’d be in close quarters with you, you’d start nuzzling against him like a whiny mutt and exude a fucking scent that had him itching his scalp. He’d barely rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes and you’d be canting your hips back against his crotch, whimpering in your groggy state at the asscrack of dawn about how he needed to "kiss your cervix."
Whatever that meant.
At first, he chalked it up to you being horned up and ready to go—but coupled with the scent? It had him reeling.
Toji is a smart man, and he isn't incognizant with the female body. But he is still a man—one who needs to do his research and allow someone to explain whatever he’d missed out on puzzling together on his own.
r/SexEd - 3 hr. ago
tojiz
I (22M) have run into an issue of sorts with my girlfriend (22F). Her body emits this weird smell when she’s horny and trying to mount me. Anyone know what this is?
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sixeyesandsixabs - 1 hr. ago
lmfao. sounds like she’s in heat.
Toji’s fingers twitch against his phone screen.
Heat? As in the fucking wattpad shit you made him read?
He audibly scoffs at the guy’s piercing blue eyes in his profile picture. No, you weren’t in heat, a cramping omega in need of their fucking alpha to soothe their pains, and this wasn't fucking Omegaverse. There was no fantastical sweet scent like pastries that trickled from your glands to make his mouth water.
It was more… primal. A feminine musk that radiated from you when you were needy. It’d last for around a day or so, then be gone with the wind along with your incessant need to have him stuffing you with his cock.
He groans, dragging a hand down his face, before his phone notifies him of another comment.
leopardprint - Just now
Maybe you’ve just got a knack for sensing her ovulation.
“Huh,” he breathes out, mind now churning like an oiled cog in a rusty mechanism.
He tosses his phone aside noncommittally and quickly paces over to you. You have your legs tossed over the side of the couch, bleakly flipping through his ancient television with no streaming options and only droning cable. You're wearing his shirt, perky nipples pressing through the flimsy fabric. Mascara from the night before and a bare face. The kind of look he'd prefer over anything else.
“When was your last period?”
Skeptically, you drag your gaze up to him. “Well, hello to you, too,” you scrunch your eyebrows, squinting at him before pinpointing an answer. “Uh. Like a week ago. Why?”
A quiet hum of realization hits him. That makes perfect fucking sense. Women typically ovulate about two weeks after their period starts, giving him… not long until your next ovulation period.
He cocks his head down at you, hungry gaze trickling over your form. You’re in his boxers like a fucking tease.
Maybe he was the one ovulating and needing to paint his biological needs on your insides with the way blood was rushing south like molten lava.
You hadn’t been pawing at him in a bit, a hint that you should be starting it up soon.
He’d just jump the gun before you could squeeze the trigger.
Your boyfriend leans over you, splaying a hand over your lower abdomen and adding a bit of pressure. Playful intent and all, the corner of his lip twitches upwards and you feel skittish. “You feel anything here, darling?”
His voice is gravelly and thick, the tone he reserves for the bedroom, and the timbre is sent straight to your core to pool heat in your loins.
You swallow thickly, orbs darting between his jade irises before nodding.
He inches forward, bringing his nose towards your neck and inhaling the scent covering your skin.
Affirmed, you’re ovulating.
He chuckles low, knowing, pressing a tender kiss against your jugular.
And he called his wife a poor lamb, just like his mama. He’s as much of a poor lamb led to the slaughter as his wife is
What happens to his mother? Does he ever find out? Or is that the last time they see each other?
The brothel has barely changed in the many years he's been gone. The faces are different, the curtains are now a rich red instead of a billowing white, but the air still smells of heavy intense and metal. A woman is Bent over in the middle of the room, bare pussy exposed-- He glances down. The girl who greets him -just a girl- is painted with silvery, glittering make up.
"The woman you ask-" she has the same accent he used to have. "She age. Broken. I could-"
"Only her."
She perks at the sound of her language, but doesn't fight. Instead, she leads him through the rooms towards the back, where the laundry is done. His mother has aged far more than ten years, her hair now grey, her knuckles knobbed and swollen. Her jaw still hasn't set correctly; she neither smiles nor frowns at the man.
"What do you need?" she asks softly.
"Mama."
And her expression goes soft. There's a hint of recognition; she sees behind his gnarled, scarred face and broken nose, the shattered canine and the royal armor-
And she throws the soaks rag in her hand right at his head.
"You spit on your mother!" she hisses. "My son in a brothel! You ruin yourself!"
"Mama," the knight tries, his memory of the language nearly gone. "I buy."
"You kill your mother!"
"Mama. I buy you."
Tears spring to her eyes. "Oh---"
"No, mother. You're free." He has to speak common tongue. "I have paid off your debt."
Many women get trapped in the spiral of the brothel. The money they make never outweighs the charge of living there and eating their foods, using their waters, wearing their clothing-
50 gold. Three years salary. That's what it took to wipe his mother's ledger.
"Why?" she asks from the floor, hands and skirts still covered in suds. "I let them take you. I let them hurt you. I failed you as a mother. You should have forgotten me."
Despite the way he obviously cares for his wife & doesn’t want to do wrong by her even though he clearly has a hard time showing it, does husband knight perhaps have some wrong ideas or notions about what marriage ‘should’ be like (or the kind of life a wife is subject to) from what he’s heard his second say of his wife & their marriage?
His things were packed into a small sack, not to take with him, but to be kept out of the way. The ration of rice his mother had been saving for a special occasion had been ladled on to a plate for him, topped with nuts and fruit she had been gifted by her customers for the day. This would be the last meal she would ever cook for him.
"If you ever find love, you must treat her like a princess." His mother's dress was thin and ripped at the shoulder, falling down her arm. Her ribs were visible above her breasts and it made his stomach twist in worry. She looked like the stray dogs that wander the city's port, sniffing for bits of chum left by the fishermen. "Worship her. Anoint her with oil. Kiss her feet."
"Her feet?" He sneered. She shot him a wide eyed, furious look and he ducks back down to his food, shoveling a mouthful in with his fingers. The woman working in the next room cried or moaned. Those two sounds blend together too easily in his mind.
"You will never raise a hand to her. You will never hurt her or any other woman. You will never be like any of the men that enter this brothel-- you will never enter a brothel, do you understand?"
His mother was not always a whore. She would tell him stories of how she used to be a dancer in her home country, before civil unrest drove her across the sea.
"Do you understand? You will never force yourself on any woman. You will never make someone suffer the way I have." Her mother tongue still rolled freely off of her tongue. Bruises men left behind on her skin never seemed to heal and the swelling of her jaw made common tongue sound slurred. "The only blood you will ever have on your hands will be another man's."
"If you marry, you will treat the poor lamb better than any woman has ever been treated. You will never stray. You will give her gifts and love and anything you can offer." She ran her hand over his freshly shaved scalp, tears heavy in her eyes. The knights demanded his head shaved and he knew it pained her to see his curls gone. "Do you understand?"
"I understand, mama."
"Your mother loves you more than the sun loves the moon. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mama."
This was their last night together. In the morning, the knight would come to collect him. None of his things or clothing would come with. Once the sun rose, he would no longer be a whore's bastard, but property of the king, a soldier to be trained to die.
"Your life will be better. They will keep your belly full of meat and your shoes mended. You will grow strong," she had explained when they first demanded him. "You are a big boy. A smart boy. They need boys like you to hold swords and fight their wars."
When she pressed a kiss against his head, her tears were warm.
You rap at his door at you push it open. The man shifts his stance in reflex, hand flying to his side where a longsword might sit. When he realizes it's just you, he relaxes. Training has been drilling into his core.
"Wife." He steps forward, then back, dipping into a half bow. "I did not expect you this hour."
The house cloak you have cuts the cool air of the stone walls, but your cheeks are cold. He has a fire going, so you skirt the room towards it.
"I wanted to seek your permission," you ask, quietly. He nods sternly but does not deny your request outright. Your husband has not proven himself an unreasonable man, but you have only met him twice. His real personality could be waiting to strike. "May my father visit? I miss him dearly. And my friends, from back home. They write to me and... I fear I grow lonely."
His brows knit. Your friend's husbands can be cruel, quick to temper, and neither are in the crown's army. Neither fight.
But your husband just shakes his head.
"Anything you desire, my lamb," he says. "Make this place your home. You never require my permissions."
This time when he steps forward, he is firm in his decision. He meets you in front of the fire, his silvered scars taut and reflective in the glow.
"I am sorry. For the loneliness." He is handsome, you decide. Even with the wounds. It is not the handsome you would have ever chased, but it's there, underneath. "I did not consider."
And his eyes are warm. They are the color of toiled soil and deep woods, bark that has grown for eons and will continue to grow long after you are gone.
"Will you be home more?" you ask, unsure the answer you desire.
"A fortnight, then a trip to the coast." His eyes flicker across your face, from eyes to lips. "I will return as fast as my duty allows. One moon, if that."
He smells of a man. Not in the way of sweat and stink, but something you cannot describe, something rich and wantful.
"Have you truly never seen a stay?"
"I have not."
You let your housecloak fall. Under, you have on your stay and chemise, not gown to conceal them. Neither are beautiful, but his mouth falls open at the sight.
"It ties here. I pull it tight until I look suitable." You flatten the strings down your front with your palm. He reaches for your hip, where the skin bulges out from the pressure of the boning.
"It must hurt." The touch is incredibly soft. "To dig into your skin so harshly..."
His finger traces the line down, then freezes when he realizes it's become too close to to your stomach.
"It pinches," you admit. The crackle of the fire is drowned out by the pounding in your ears. He is your husband-- his touch shouldn't feel so scandalous.
"Take it off then."
His words hit him a moment too late. Suddenly, he withdraws. "I did not mean--- Solely for your comfort--"
"If you want it off of my body," you say, slowly. "You are welcome to take it off."
i think its the first thing you two really have in common. You notice a chess set, clearly gifted, and perk up immediately, offering to teach him to play.
he. absolutely cleans the floor with you multiple times.
thats not to say you aren't a good chess player. You're very good.
He's just... better.
though, you find on nights where you wear your looser gowns, the ones that gap at the top, the chemise that's nearly see through, he seems to forget how to play
"Can't pour from an empty cup", but it's about your parents trying to teach you to respect them when they've never respected a single thing in their entire lives.
Learning from child themed media that respect is a two-day street and you should treat others the way you want to be treated and then your parent tells you do shut the fuck up "because they said so" and you realize at a very small age that there are rules for children and rules for adults and the entire world is built on unequal ground.
im still turning over the idea but I dont think you have a very romantic first time with your knight husband. he's home for a fortnight and you gather the courage to do to his quarters one night. he's half dressed, body darkened from the sun and heavily scarred, muscles soft from good meals-
"We should consummate the marriage."
He turns away.
"That isn't necessary."
"It is."
The two of you watch each other for a long while, stuck there, in uncertainty. He always watches you with wide eyes and you nearly laugh when you realize he reminds you of a deer in the tree-line, debating whether the hide or flee.
"I have never done any of this," you admit. "I will not be as impressive as others you may have-"
"That is the second time you have implied I have other lovers." Your husband cuts in. "I have devoted myself to you. I will not stray."
sero's smile is lopsided, nearly sliding off of his face the eay he nearly slides off the booth when he turns to you. the izakaya is loud and the air tastes of cigarettes and stale beer, but the food is good and the drinks are cold. It's been your spot for your friend dates (freights) for years; this seat's cushion is probably permanently shaped like your ass.
"Hey." Sero leans towards you, hand bumping into your thigh. "Can I eat you out?"
You blink. Then, blink again. "What?"
There's no shame in his glossed over eyes. "Can I lick your pussy? My mouth is, like, craving it so bad."
That makes you scoff.
"You're drunk."
"Uh, duh. That's the best time to eat it." Sero's eyes travel down to the high hem of your skirt. "I can get all sloppy and weird with it."
"I'm all sweaty-" You aren't sure why you're even entertaining this, but that makes Sero hunch over the table and groan.
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yo! so, we're back here again. i wrote a long note about tpg the first time it went on hiatus. much of it still holds two years later, and you can read it all here.
considering i dropped off the face of the internet for a solid ten months, it's safe to say that my mental health is not the best right now. it's long overdue, but i'm finally working on it after some bad shit happened. i'm slowly easing into both social media and posting fanfics again, so...hello! i'm still alive!
i'll keep this short and address the question you clicked this for: am i ever gonna finish tpg? i don't know. probably. there's a better than decent chance. it may take a while for me to return to it, but if starting this dabihawks fic almost 5 years after i outlined it says anything about my writing habits, it's that anything is possible. tpg will always be extremely dear to me, and i really want to give tpg's versions of all the characters the endings they deserve.
in the meantime, i'm starting another longfic in a different fandom. it's a bnha canon divergence fix-it fic exploring how much everything would change if shouto did his work-study with hawks instead of endeavor, featuring tons of hawks & shouto found family moments, dabihawks, and soba brothers bonding. if you like tpg, you'll almost certainly like this too, so please check it out here!
thank you all for your understanding, and for your patience with me. sorry keep you waiting!
In which you jump out of a moving car to spite Boyfriend!Sukuna
“—because he was just making conversation!”
Sukuna scoffs, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. “Bullshit. That guy wanted to fuck you.”
“Oh my god. So what!” you yell. “It’s not like I was gonna fucking let him!”
“Coulda fooled me.”
Just like that, your angry face, which matches his, warps into one of calm decision. With speed he doesn’t see coming, you unbuckle your seatbelt, push open the passenger door and jump out of the moving car into the dead of night.
The car screeches to a halt not even a second later.
You’re pushing yourself up and testing the soreness in your ankle when a car door slams shut and Sukuna comes marching over to you. “You crazy, fucking bitch!” he snaps. Sukuna grabs your face, growling when you try to pull away. He inspects every inch of you, brows furrowed, and piercings glinting under the streetlights. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”
“I got a bitch ass boyfriend, that’s what’s wrong with me,” you grumble.
He ignores that. “You break anything? Wrist? Ankle? Dislocated your shoulder?” You shake your head. “Well, that’s a fucking shame.” Though as he says that, he can’t quite hide the tremors in his hands. Quieter now, he mutters with a tight frown, “Scratched your pretty face up. Fuck. Lost your one redeeming quality.”
“Okay, so I’m gonna walk home,” you say, deadpan. “I’ll see you around, asshole.”
Sukuna runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated noise. Then he smacks his lips against yours before you can actually start walking away (not that he’d let you get very far). “Alright, alright. You fucking win. Congrats. Christ. Get back in the car — we’re going to the hospital to get you checked out. Fucking dumbass.”
A hospital visit later, you’re in bed with him, cuddled up like nothing happened. It’s how arguments with him tend to go; neither of you really hold grudges against each other. Not when you’ve fucked any grievances out after. The last mention of today’s incident, however, comes in his sleepy mumble against the top of your head: “push me out instead.”
“Hmm?”
Sukuna’s hold around your body tightens, threatening to suffocate you with his hard chest. “Don’t jump out of the car. It’s stupid. Your body’s weak. Skin bruises easily. Cuts easily too. Just kick me out instead. I deserve it, I know... bonus points if it's into oncoming traffic.”
“Okay, will do.”
“Thank you, baby.”
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