Keep it Weird

A Pride Month Collaboration Between, @h3avenlyglory & @mtcloudsworld

Info❥ Starts June 1st and ends July 1st. This is a collaboration between me and my beautiful moot Cloudy. We will be the hosts of this event in celebration of Pride Month! Under the cut, you will find upcoming and finished works of art for this event, all catered to the LGBTQ+ community!

A/n: Info at the end if you want to submit a story. As we see I am very excited for Pride month and genuinely couldn't wait to release this! I've included as much as I could, I hope you all enjoy this event!

Sections Of The Masterlist.

❌️: dddne, taboo content, bad; m**der

- Vague

- use of acronyms

- censorship of words

✅️ : Dead dove do not eat, piss kink, non con,

- Detailed and clear

- does not shy away from revealing what the taboo is

- no censorship of words

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

- some readers are alright with some topics but adding specific ones can help prevent unwanted interaction from both sides with respect

- similar when it comes to tagging, never put unrelated tags for the sake of publicity

cw: mdni, nanami's a little ooc, abu$ive marriage

THE FRONT DOOR BURSTS OPEN and you flinch. Shit. Kento's home. You haven't even finininesdh (im not correcting that) cooking dinner yet. He's going to be pissed!

You greet your husband cautiously. "H-hi, K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kento..."

He continues to mew as he looks you up and down. "Why are you wearing clothes right now." It's not a question, it's a demand that he will not be repeating unless you want him to put a belt to your ass.

"R-right!" you yelp before stripping right before him.

A wicked grin grows across his cheeks as he looks over all the hickeys and bite marks he's littered your body with. "Wonderful. Now, where's my dinner?"

"Haha ya so about that-"

"WHERES MY DINNER YOU BITCH"

"NYAAAA!!!!!" you suddenly startle, eyes starting to water. "IT'S NOT DONE YET NANAMI-SAN."

Without a word, he begins to unbuckle his belt, the sound of heavy metal clinking together starts to fill the air and you start to freak the fuck out.

"No-no wait WAIT!! PLEASE!! Let me make you a drinK LET ME MAKE YOU A DRINK."

"GET TO IT THEN YOU USELESS WHORE."

"OKAY!!!!!!!" you immediately run to kitchen, titties bouncing around because you're butt naked, rushing to make him an old-fashioned before he gives you an old-fashioned beating.

The drink holds him over until dinner time, but the horrors of your life don't end there.

"How the fuck do you over roast a roast?"

He stands up, starting to unbuckle his belt again.

“What are you doing?” You ask quizzically at your new boyfriend who is currently standing at the foot of his bed, staring at you as you get comfortable against the propped up pillows.

“Nothing,” he grunts back with attitude as if you’ve personally offended him.

You merely pat the space next to you with a smile. “Come sit then.”

He narrows his eyes sceptically. “We must have separate bed chambers. These are mine.”

You laugh at him.

“Why are you mocking me, woman? I am quite serious.”

Your expression faltered. “Sukuna, this isn’t the eighteen-hundreds. Couples share the same bed.”

He finally, although reluctantly, sunk down onto the mattress, large stature taking up more than half the space available. You had your laptop playing a movie, but your attention was on the obviously very inexperienced man who was keeping his four arms folded over his chest.

“Want to do face masks?”

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On either side of the hall are doorways. As he passes them, he peers in.

A painting room. A small library of ancient jujutsu scrolls. A small armoury of some of his favourite weapons. A nursery.

He pauses there, staring at the crib sitting innocently in the middle. Something inside his chest clenches, and he just barely is able to make his feet continue moving.

The fusuma doors slide open, and he peers into the bedroom you'd prepared for him.

It is near the spitting image of their old one, just more modern and a little bigger. The bed is practically identical, still covered in layers of blankets and furs.

He turns his head, looking at an open room on his right.

It looks like a modern office. Desk and chair bathed in sunlight, towering shelves filled with books– journals.

He lumbers in, pulled towards them.

Pulling one out at random, he flips open a page.

14th of May, 1633

He freezes, realising what these are.

With a heavy swallow, Sukuna begins to read. He flips through pages, eyes darting across their surface. He pulls more off the shelf, words blurring together as something heavy settles on him.

... is the new year. The fireworks are beautiful. I think you would've loved them, Kuna.

I visited an aquarium today. It's a building filled with giant glass tanks of water. There were so many fish! I think you might've gotten hungry if you were here...

... missing him every night...

... hard without him or the others. It's like I'm not complete...

... so many things I'm excited to show you! I think you'll love the different dishes I've learned to make...

Sometimes I speak to your finger. Is that weird? I swear I feel it pulse in response...

Over and over. Page after page. Book after book. Hundreds of them, all containing your thoughts and feelings from the last one thousand years.

Sukuna stares vacantly, energy erratic as his second maw grits its teeth. He–

Slowly, he put them all back in their places, treating your journals with utmost respect. As he slides the last one back into place, he steps back, head tilted back as he sighs, heavy and deep.

His eyes sting.

Grunting, he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. He wasn't– you'd agreed– it wasn't like he planned to take so long!

Deep breaths. His shoulders shook, tensed, rolling back as Sukuna tried to contain his tumultuous emotions.

He needed to hit something. Needed to break something, to sink his teeth and claws into–

"Sukuna? I felt your energy spike... what's wrong?"

Turning towards you, Sukuna's eyes shone with tears.

You stared, shocked.

"Sukuna, what–?!"

"I left you."

Silence.

You just stare at each other, not moving, just... staring.

He swallowed around that lump in his throat, slowly walking towards you. His top hands cradled your face like porcelain, thumbs stroking beneath your eyes.

"I left you... for a thousand. Years." He grit his teeth, fighting the overwhelming emotions because he didn't know how to– how to let them out without destroying everything. "What kind of husband am I? Huh?! How can you– you did all this, waiting for me to return! What if I didn't?! Would you still wait for me?"

"Yes, of course! I love you, Sukuna, I'd wait a million years for you!"

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't!"

His retort makes you flinch.

He freezes.

"... wife. Oh, my wife..."

And this giant of a man, the most deadly and dangerous curse user, the most powerful sorcerer alive, fell to his knees before you.

"I left my wife. You, who have always been beside me. Who's always chosen me... and I left you."

Regret is an unfamiliar feeling to one Ryoumen Sukuna. The taste bitter and foreign as he struggles to make room for it. It weighs on his heart unlike anything else ever has, because how could he?

You were his friend, the only one who looked at a monster and saw a hungry little boy instead and said: "Here," while holding out an apple for him to take.

Where before he'd only been given scraps just to survive, you'd handed him a succulent sweet fruit that's taste he's never forgotten.

And he left you.

Friend. Wife. Mother of his children. His queen, the only reason he accepted the stupid title people gave him just so you could be more than some poor, malformed bastard's wife.

He'd never expected it to take a thousand years. When Kenjaku had suggested the idea... Sukuna had just been so bored...

And he'd chosen the chance to be reborn in an era of powerful opponents over being with his family.

Truly, there was nobody as pathetic as him.

You'd given his life meaning, and he'd chosen his selfish bloodlust over... what? Centuries spent by your side? You hadn't aged a day, so clearly, if he hadn't been sealed, he could've waited out those centuries, immortal and with you.

A tear splattered against the floor, Sukuna glaring down at it.

Weak, he thought, pathetic!

As he wrapped his arms around you, face pressed into your belly, you just held him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Oh, Sukuna..." You whispered, tearing up yourself. "My love, please. Tell me, would you have waited a thousand years for me?"

He didn't even need to think about it.

"A million times over."

You smiled, stroking his face. "Then why blame yourself? I knew what we were getting into, husband. I didn't mind. I missed you, but... I know the man I married. And I never held your choice against you, not once."

Slowly, you knelt as well, the both of you holding each other.

"My beautiful, beautiful husband," you whispered, resting your forehead against his. "It doesn't matter. Not now that we're together again. But if it truly matters to you...

"I forgive you."

Genuinly curious.

i had a traumatic/painful experience as a kid when using the bathroom, and a lot of weird bathroom habits in general especially following said experience. would always hold it in until the last minute and avoided public restrooms, so i had a lot of accidents as a result.