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Mi Dulce Cereza (Pt. 6)

Ranchero! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: Tender smut, daily snippets of life, telenovela coded drama, family feud, and more drama.

Summary: Unexpected visits are not Miguel's thing.

Couldn't wait til tomorrow. My bad

Miguel's lips slurped your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses on your skin. His hands roamed your waist until they reached your cheeks and cupped them lovingly.

Eyes softened upon locking with yours, a gaze full of love and adoration as he buried himself between your hips. You bit your lip with a soft and inviting mewl.

Your eyes stared at him, a soft blush splattered on his amorous yet lustblown face. Meaty lips parted as he panted. Both of his hands entwined tightly on yours, leading them above your head. His body trembled and his breathings hitched. Self control menacing to go out the window as you clamped around him.

"Mi amor" He warned, and you whimpered in return at the tortuous yet delicious pace. You could feel him inch by inch, stretching you.

His thrust firm, deep yet slow. He didn't want to hurt you or the baby, and no matter how much you pleaded for him to go rougher on you, he refrained from ravaging you just the way you liked.

Your legs wrapped around him, squeezing his toned and narrow waist, urging to go deeper.

"No me tortures" (Don't torture me)

He slid one arm underneath your back to cradle you closer as he pushed in once more. Legs immediately wrapped at the base of his hips, squeezing him. Your arms were around his neck, lips devouring, desperate and panting at each other's.

Your body bounced underneath him and his strong limbs. Breast flattened against his scorching torso. Hormones and need in their peak. A loving and tender way to consummate your marriage almost a month later from your courthouse wedding. Baby bump a little more prominent.

He was too far gone in your scent, your delicious and sweet sounds only he could provoke. Your hair tickling his forearms. A flurry of I love yous came in between blown breaths on both mouths as he kept burying himself inside you.

To say you both missed the sensations was an understatement.

With a whimper and a violent tremor, your walls spasmed so deliciously against him, milking his cock. He came as he held tenderly your convulsing body close to him. Emptying himself inside you. His frame swallowing you whole as the ripples of his back contracted and pulsed. Just like his cock.

Your toes curled and you smiled. A few of his front strands tickling your face as he rested his forehead on yours. Panting yet giving little chucklings at your reaction. Sweat sticking on your skin while you melted in his arms.

"What's so funny?"

He kissed and bit your cheek softly, earning a little squeal from you.

"Nothing. I feel like a ragdoll next to you."

"You're perfect, Cerecita. Specially like this."

He laid you down carefully and caressed your cheek with an oeillade your way.

"What?" Your wispy lashes fluttered and he smiled.

"Almost a month later and I can't believe we got married."

"Is that regret I hear?"

He nipped your neck and you giggled.

"Don't ever think that. I'm just surprised as how time flies."

"I hope it flies away for this little bean inside too."

He chuckled and laid next to you, a hand rubbing soothingly on your lower and growing belly.

He looked at the clock, ticking at 3 am.

Your nausea had subsided a bit as Vicky kept feeding you with the right things. But there was nothing she could actually do when it came to the waves of raging hormones that hit you in the least expected moments.

It was almost embarrassing how you ogled at Miguel whenever they did. And they hit hard. And today, you both had finally found a much needed relief after constant teasing.

He had always treated you with such finesse and love, way even before you were pregnant. Kind of reminded you of that first kiss you shared in the barn.

He was a natural for kissing and so many other things that had you swooning. The golden ring on his hand filled your chest with pride and contempt. He was one of the few choices in life you didn't regret rather embraced.

Your mind was full of peace and joy knowing that he not only reciprocated, but gave the extra mile at your affection.

You curled in his chest and he kissed your forehead.

"Te amo. Stop thinking"

You grunted tiredly. He lulled you to sleep by caressing your hair.

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"Miguel? Levántate, mijo. Ya es tarde" (Wake up, Mijo. It's late)

Vicky's voice echoed from the other side of the door. He stirred awake with an annoyed groan.

"Voy" (Coming.)

Your naked leg hooked on his. He sighed with a smug smile.

"I need to go, corazón"

"Five more minutes? I don't get to see you until lunch."

He kissed you.

"Just a couple of hours."

"What do you want for lunch?"

He got up and you slapped his ass with a mischievous smile.

"You. And for dinner as well. But, knowing that's not possible at the moment, anything you decide to do will be good. I know so. "

Your cheeks grew warmer at his words.

"I love you."

Your words earned a loving and tender hug from him and another kiss.

"I love you too."

He took a shower and got dressed. Hard duty jeans, that clung to his muscular and toned legs and glutes, a cotton long sleeved shirt that he rolled on the elbows, a belt, his boots and his hat, that rested on his back. A small cord holding it around his neck.

He blowed a kiss your way and left to attend his duties.

Despite the construction work force returning there was still alot to do around. The barn was finished within a couple of days, and then they moved to the insides of the estate.

The second floor had the windows installed at last. A group worked on the electricity as the others focused in finishing the final touches as some walls were bare. Pure brick and concrete.

Little by little your love nest was taking shape. And being involved in the process made you feel valued and respected. Miguel didn't take any further choices without consulting you.

Your orchard was worked and nurtured every day and seeing the little sprouts of some things made you cry in happiness.

Vicky always accompanied you, you helped eachother. One thing you adored was the fact that most of the workers knew their ways in the kitchen. If Vicky or Miguel would spot them slacking, they'd be sent to help out in the lunch or dinner prepping.

Paco had just entered his eighteens, he was tall, lanky but strong. You'd seen him carrying the concrete bags like they were feathers. He didn't talk much. Brown eyes, light caramel skin with curls ontop of his square shaped face.

He came from a family close to Vicky and Miguel. He was like a nephew to el Patrón. (The Boss)

Joseph on the other hand was on his young adult phase. Twenty one, light brown hair tied in a bun behind his oblong shaped face. A light beard, body more sculpted and toned with a few tattoos on his arms and ankles, hazel eyes and a mean demeanor that was only a decoy for the true goof he was inside.

You'd often find him joking with Paco or the constructions workers. Miguel had found him, freshly thrown into homelessness by life circumstances. He wouldn't admit it, but Joseph saw Miguel as a mentor. Everything he knew was thanks to him.

The both helpers slept comfortably in one of the cabins. After all, the workers area was the first thing Miguel sent to repair. He didn't want for them to go through what he did in your farm.

Sure, the barn had it's own place already built, but that didn't mean it was in good conditions.

He never told you but the first night he barely slept due the bead creaking noises and the crawlers that jumped out of nowhere on him.

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"Look at you, so glowy and pretty. Fun night I suppose?"

"Vicky!"

Victoria laughed at your blushing cheeks.

"Ay chamaca. Es normal!" (Oh, girl. It's normal)

She cleaned some red beans before tossing them into a large pot

"And you better seize that at every chance you have cause once that little O'Hara pops out, you'll barely have time to sleep."

"Alright, jeesh."

Vicky then put the pot to boil and begun peeling some green plantains.

"You know? When Miguel first spoke about you, I had my doubts."

"Oh? How come?"

Vicky sighed and looked at you.

"You'll see. The many women, and by many, I mean two, he'd ever introduced me with, were not good. One was too competitive with him, they'd spend more time arguing than anything, her parents didn't approve of him either."

Vicky sighed at the memory of the many times she'd have to console him and take away the bottle of mezcal from his hands before he got too drunk.

"It wasn't nice, the other one cheated on him with Gabriel. Bien mamoncilla la morra." (Such an unbearable woman)

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth.

"Do they... talk? I mean Miguel and Gabriel?"

"From time to time. They're no longer at odds, though. Or at least that's what I want to believe. But don't worry, Mija. You won fair and square."

You chuckled.

"Did I?"

"Well, you've got the ring, his last name and pregnant with his child. ¿Qué más quieres pues?" (What else you could possibly want?)

You laughed bashfully.

"Make him happy. Just the way he is making me"

"Ay. Ustedes los jóvenes... So sappy" (Ah you youngsters)

You giggled sheepishly.

"I mean it, Vicky."

"I know, corazón. Sólo estoy bromeando. Just hope you're prepared to meet Conchata, eventually. Or never, hopefully" (Just kidding)

"Conchata? Whose that?"

"Miguel's biological mom that shows up from time to time just to pester my boy."

You gave Victoria droll look as you kept slicing the meat.

"Between you and I, I'm more mother to Miguel and even Gabriel than that woman ever was."

"She sounds... complicated"

Vicky rolled her eyes, "Irresponsable es lo que es." (Irresponsible is what she is.)

"She never let me do anything, but didn't do shit either. Had to whip Miguel's and Gabriel's ass to get them right. Not proud of it, but someone had to teach them values."

"If something is worth saying? He is a great man. You did amazing."

"Ah don't worry. Miguel knows better to fuck around with me."

You both laughed silently. The complicity on her tales not only offered more and more knowledge about Miguel, but a better way to understand him.

"You know? My mom sure was there in her own way I guess but... she married my dad just for money."

"Bet she did. Don't get me wrong, mi niña. Miguel told me everything about her, and by God, I wanted to go where he was and slap some sense into her." (Sweetie)

"Is it wrong to admit that... same?"

Vicky faked a gasp and smirked.

"Ay, Cerecita. Getting out of that house is the best decision you have done. And I mean it."

She pointed at you with her finger, "You were so damn stressed when you came that slept for almost twelve hours straight."

You finished preparing and let the heat do it's job.

"But now you're here. Safe. How do you feel about it?"

"It's scary, the changes I mean. But I've never felt so free and good about a decision I've done. I don't regret it."

"That's the important. When is the next check up?"

"Within a week or so, haven't told Miguel. I forgot about it too. Gotta look for a new doctor. Don't want my family to drag her down to this mess either."

"I know someone. Is the family's doctor. We'll discuss this later. We gotta finish lunch."

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The goal was to finish renovations in a couple of months. Miguel was aware that it would need a good amount of time, specially the main house of the hacienda. After all, that's where his future family would be living and his own business would develop. (estate)

Naturally, he'd want it to be everlasting and good and pretty. Perfect to grow old in it.

He'd oversee every detail that the architect and designer were adding and scratching off. He'd want to make some things baby proofed for his future child. He poured his heart and mind on this life project whenever he wasn't with you. But otherwise, you'd be the main focus of his attention and devotion.

He'd be having meetings with direct providers to increase his cattle. Cows, goats a bit of sheeps and pigs. He had enough chickens for now. But there was something that got him concerned.

Given that your parents were purebred horse traders, they were well acquainted with the main suppliers. Sure he had acted like a third party when Margarita and Manchas, a Mustang mare with her foal, had arrived to the enclosure as their new addition.

He learned a lot. But meddling with the suppliers was something he thought twice, since he didn't want any unnecessary trouble. He'd consult you about it later.

He'd often think about Agustín. A Friesian purebred horse that nearly breaks Joaquín's legs, another Mustang horse, in the initial training. He was quite surprised to see such a noble and calm tempered breed being aggressive towards others. A clear sign of past abuse before he was brought with your parents.

Agustín had been a lucky purchase from your dad. A lucky shop that was surely missing his morning strolls with him. Or getting his hair braided and groomed.

As much as Miguel wanted him back, he knew there was little to nothing he could do. He had the money to buy it, but the property weighed more, priority wise.

You had hit the 10 week mark of your pregnancy. And that only motivated him to keep working hard. You did your own fair share of things around besides domestic chores.

You were in charge of supervising the fencing and also helped with the finances. Sometimes you'd spend hours with him making the balances to fit in the numbers.

The electricity had been installed completely on the second floor and so was the water system. It was the little milestones that put a smile on his face.

And what a better way to celebrate that the cattle was growing and a new main door were installed, than a big dinner with the construction workers and helpers.

Hacienda O'Hara was getting onto it's feet.

There was food, drinks and much to your happy dismay, Miguel took you to dance in the middle of the people's circle that clapped and cheered. Vicky danced with Miguel and other coworkers.

There was no envy, no back handed comments disguised as actual compliments, zero pretense. You were having fun.

Your 'friends' no longer called you, neither texted. But being apart of them had also brought you peace. You had changed your number. After all, it was a new start.

The only numbers you kept were neutral providers that had helped you to get new horse traders contact.

Before your mind kept wandering into business mode, Miguel pulled you out of it with a deep kiss.

But joy wouldn't last much when Paco came running towards Miguel with an alarmed expression that instantly made you frown. Miguel's scowl only deepened the dreading worry that crept in you as he listened to Paco.

"Miguel? What's wrong?"

"Stay here."

"W-What?"

"No dejes que salga, Victoria." (Don't let her out)

Vicky puckered and held you in her arms, trying to soothe your nerves

"Miguel!"

You could only watch as he put on his hat and take the gun Paco gave him. Your eyes widened at the revolver.

"You need to stay calm, mija. I know you are concerned, probably is another iperson that wants Miguel's property. Those cabrones are persistent."

Her words fell upon deaf ears since that harrowing hunch set deeper in your gut.

It didn't helped that Joseph rounded up some people as he looked at you with a concerned expression as he talked through his phone.

Your mind rumbled, Vicky's words offered little reassurance. But something felt wrong. And then a gunshot was heard.

"Miguel" Your eyes filled in with tears and you rushed in the direction he had gone to. Vicky called as she followed you with pleading words.

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As soon as Paco came to him and muttered your parent's last name, he knew things wouldn't end well.

He had been careful enough to not drag any unwanted attention towards him and his property. But trouble had this annoying way to find in the least appropriate of times.

Paco gave him the gun, just for safety measures. He didn't like resorting to violence, but your parents had this knack to press his buttons so fast that is was maddening. Why wouldn't they give up? Why would they keep messing with his life? But most important, how did they find you?

His scowl only deepened upon seeing your parents there, leaning against their expensive car with a small group of people. Some were armed too.

"Where is my daughter?" Your dad spoke as he approached the sturdy metal doors. The name Hacienda O'Hara engraved in them. Miguel towered over him, but your father didn't back away.

"I've allowed her eloping nonsense enough as it is. It's time for her to return with us."

His tone calm, yet sneering.

"What makes you think I'll give my wife back to you, sir?"

"Your wife?!" Rosaura huffed as she came into picture, her cashmere poncho draped around her shoulders as she got off the car, "How dare you?! Give my daughter back, you lowlife!"

Miguel scrunched his nose in disgust at her words.

"Sorry ma'am, can't hear your yapping from here."

"Canalla! You think this door will protect you?" (Scumbag)

Mahonagy eyes flashed red at her threat.

"¿Se atreve a amenazarme en mi propiedad, señora? Ya no estamos en su rancho. Aquí mando yo. Así que bájele sus tres rayitas."

(You dare threaten me in my property, ma'am? We're no longer in your estate. I'm the one that runs things here, so tone the fuck down)

His voice lowered an octave, there was no kindness or politeness behind it.

"A mí no me hablas así, desgraciado -" (You won't talk to me like that, you jerk!)

"Pues le hablo como quiero! ¡¿Cómo la ve?! Ya me hartó usted con sus insultos pendejos." (I will talk to you however I want. How about that? I'm sick of your fucking disrespect.)

"Me devuelves a mi hija a la de ya!" (Get my daughter back now!)

"I'm her husband. Deal with it."

"I'm not letting my respectable daughter to give birth to a wretched-"

A gunshot.

Your mother and the small group stilled as Miguel fired his gun at your dad's words. The men behind him pointed his weapons at the door.

"Listen to me very carefully, suegrito." His nostrils flared in rage and his teeth bared as he sneered the word, "You had the guts to come all the way here, to disrespect me, my wife and my unborn child."

He inched closer and as tempting as it was to grab your dad by the collar he was sure that would make things incredible sour for both sides. His fist clenched in anger as he put the gun away.

"My patience can stretch for so long, and you're testing it's limits too fucking soon. Don't make me the bad guy."

His jaw clenched as your dad gulped discreetly.

A round of collective gasps echoed as you approached with a disturbed look upon seeing the guns in the worker's hands. Vicky calling for Miguel as Joseph and a group of armored men trailed behind you.

"Perdóname, mijo. Se me escapó cuando escuchó el disparo" (Im sorry, mijo. She escaped once she heard the gunshot.)

Your name was chided by your dad

"Pack your things and let's go home. This... foolishness has embarrassed us long enough."

"I am home." Your tone though calm, seethed with brewing anger. Your dad's workers put their guns down.

Your mother scoffed, "I know you, sweetheart. You will get tired of him once he has no money and will return to-"

"Then you know shit about me. You think I am like you?! You might be the one that birthed me, but I do not owe you respect."

Your mother's eyes widened in shock

"He washed your brain, didn't he?"

"No! Stop blaming him for your wrongdoings! Just look at yourselves! You bring armed people to a private property, and expect me to just go with you after all you said?! Are you insane?!"

"I will not tolerate this-"

"You think I care?"

Miguel had to get in between you and the gate, but you weren't having it. Your anger had been simmering long enough to just let it slide.

"I am married to him! Why can't you accept that?! Legally married to him!"

"It means nothing if the church doesn't recognize your marriage"

"Like if I want to." Your father's eyes widened, clearly disturbed at your words.

"He isn't worthy of you!" Your mom spoke and you laughed

"Not my fault you never met love, mom. Not my fucking fault you settled with the first man that gave you a couple of bucks your way and you mistook that for love!"

Every words just made your mother recoil in horror, just as your dad.

"You brat!"

"Cerecita, let's go-"

"No! Miguel. I'm tired of this." You raised your hand and showed your ring to them.

"I'm his wife. I love him. And I am home. Like it or not, It's my choice, is that clear?"

"You don't know what you're saying-"

Your dad tried to reason but your mother's temper seeped through your bones.

"I don't want to see you ever again around here. So get lost!"

"You will come home to us, one way or another. And if I have to ruin this place, so be it."

Your dad spoke to both Miguel and you, to then turn around and get in the car.

"I wanna see you try, cabrón " Miguel’s tone warned.

With those words, you were taken inside by a concerned Vicky despite your mother calling you over and over. Miguel and the other workers didn't leave until you were gone out of sight.

" No matter what I do, they won't leave me alone, Vicky."

" You're safe here, mi niña. None will let you harm come to you. Much less Miguel!"

"I just keep adding problems to his life" You hiccuped as Victoria poured some hot tea onto your cup along a natural blend of Herbs that would put you to sleep.

Your nerves were too fried to think rationally. The party was long over, soured by the family feud.

"Stop saying stupid things, corazón. now drink this. You're too nervous and that is not good for the baby."

This is by far how everyone imagined to end the day. You specially.

Even though Victoria's words made you a little ease, it was your dad's words that you secretly feared.

You knew he was a man of word. He'd do anything to make you come home, even if that meant to ruin Miguel’s hardwork.

"Where is Miguel?"

"He'll be here soon. Just making sure your parents left."

You hiccuped and wiped your eyes, anger slowly melting in tears.

"I'm so sorry, Vicky. I knew they were complicated but this... This is pure spite."

Vicky prepared your bed and then tuck you in.

"Todo va a estar bien, ya vas a ver." (Everything will be fine, you'll see.)

"What if they try to harm Miguel?"

"They better not, cause that means they'll have to deal with me. Me ves toda viejita, pero sé mis trucos." (You see me old and stuff, but I know my tricks.)

"You have us now, cariño. Get some rest, ok?"

"I need Miguel."

You'd mumble sleepily, the herbs worked wonders in your brain, relaxing you a bit too much after you finished the cup.

"He'll be here soon." Vicky rubbed your lower back until you were asleep and, then left your room with a sigh.

She knew your family was complicated but witnessing the real deal made her worry. You had all the right to be anxious and concerned as they were unpredictable.

Bloodshed was avoided. Miguel was wise enough to not instigate a fight and makes thing worse as they were.

He approached while he instructing Joseph and the others to keep an eye on the entrance.

"Miguel?"

"Ahorita no, Ma." (Not now, ma)

Vicky sighed and took him by the arm gently.

"Mijo, I know things are difficult right now. But she needs you. She is scared."

"I can't be at ease knowing that they can return anytime soon and try to take her away again."

"They won't, Miguel."

"How are you so sure? I don't even know how they got this address."

Vicky sighed but held him by the waist. His arm went around her shoulders.

"Cause I know you. If it's not your stubbornness, it's your love that will convince them to leave you alone."

"I hope so, cause I'm tired of this stupid feud. And I won't tolerate their disrespect in my own house."

He sighed and leaned on Vicky. Your bravado made him smile softly

"Did you see how Cerecita..."

Vicky chuckled

"¿Ves que si te ama? Ella tampoco dejaría que algo te pasara." (See? She loves you too. She wouldn't let harm come to you either)

"I need to increase the security. Be right back."

Vicky stared him with pained eyes.

Everyone knew this was far from over. But right now, her and Miguel’s priorities were simple. Keep you and the baby safe.

After a couple of hours of switching rounds, he went to bed. A deep sigh came his way upon watching you sleep.

You didn't back down from the challenge. Something he had to thank your dad for. Your words only invigorated him to fight harder for you, just like you fought for him.

Miguel changed into something more comfortable and curled next to you, his arms embracing your body as he kissed your hair.

Your breathings evened as he laid there, next to you whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Nadie me va a alejar de ti. Te lo prometo." (None will keep me away from you. I promise.)

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Time Moves ~

Yandere! God! True Form! Sukuna x Disciple! F!Reader! Prt 1.

Part two

summary Sukuna demands attention from his out of breath disciple for leaving him alone. 2.2k warning mature, smut, possessive themes, mentions of bondage/imprisonment, pussy-eating, dub-con.

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A god lies and waits, practically neglected. His legs are spread, his head rested on his hand, and that elbow dug into his thigh. These trips of hers get longer and longer, he thought to himself. He fought the urge to resist stroking his red-tipped hard-on. His other three arms found purchase somewhere on his hips. With other disciples, he didn't care for their comings and goings. He could easily find solace buried in another cunt.

His little pet, however, he needed to hold her down by a leash. Maybe it's because she's the only one at his side.

Sukuna, the God of Curses, was the first to cultivate spite, revenge, and war against the human race. But, he was needed more whenever your hands were held in a prayer nowadays. He was aware that the town below held wavering faith in his powers. Their earlier malice for other tribes settled throughout the centuries. And it is true that as a God, he has been weakened due to this time of peace.

It disgusted him to no end.

The smoke below was no longer a symbol of families' homes ravished by flames or hunkered-down soldiers. But, of baked goods warming in the oven.

You had begged for months to see the village below. The ghost of Sukuna's name from your lips weighted his balls with cum for you to drink. You gave kitten licks to his head, coaxing his pre-cum to splash the tip of your tongue. You earned your right to venture and partake in the new year markets below. Obedient to his demands despite how absurd.

Once a year, he had promised. And a god can lie.

The first year, you had left and came with a bounty of sweets. Most of which you had forgotten existed: sweet red bean buns, daifuku, green tea cookies. And a plethora more that Sukuna had cared less for. He scolded you for the lack of satiating meat in your haul. "Then you go," you whispered into his ear with a sharpness that bit.

"If only I could go without lifting a leg," Sukuna waved off.

That time, you sank to your knees, looking up at him. "My God! What is it that you want to try first? A sweet bun?"

So he took his favorite dessert. Your first year out of his sight bared its weight on your thighs. He discarded the bought goods across the floor. You had been gone merely three hours. However, Sukuna could not lift his head from your heat. Your saltiness kept his tongue pushed deep into her sopping hole.

Your feeble arms pushed against Sukuna, who has strapped you down at your waist. He knew that you were crying profusely. He wanted you to break down more upon his tongue.

Your nails drew blood from his shoulder blades as he held your legs wide. You had struggled to kick out at his thighs. Now, they twitched at the bite of his teeth on your clit. Sukuna would have chuckled at the pleas you made to unlock your neck. But, the collar that secured you to the floor fit you so snug. You were his perfect pet.

He sucked in between your flesh, tasting you over and over again to never forget that you were perfectly made for his sinful desires.

He overreacted. Ten days were spent in his personal heaven. And Sukuna couldn't tell if she enjoyed it herself.

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Your salvation is at the top of the mountain where your God resides. At least, that's what you had told yourself at the base of those stone steps.

When you were staring up into the endless sky. When you could feel the trees wave and the birds sing blessings upon your journey. Now, all within your heart was the sound of ringing, the pumping of blood which aided in the spasm of your muscles. How much longer?

You thought you hated making the trip down in fear of toppling over, but it was the climb up that made you appreciate the respite of the poor village. It felt more humane talking to the workers below than doing endless cardio.

But days like these were rare. The villagers do not recognize you anymore, nor do you recognize them. Every day spent in the village are new faces and you are just a humble stranger. You doubt that whatever family you had left out there would know it is you.

Time moves differently on the mountain.

Your body felt like it would fall apart at the seams. Your bag was filled to the brim with food: savory meats, dried jerky, and sweets galore. You looked at the upcoming archway that marked the journey as being a third over with. The pillars hold familiarity fore this was as far as your God allowed you to step off of the immediate property. You can see the works of your crafted talisman plastered on every vertical surface. It’s maddening. Black ink smeared upon crimson parchment. Sukuna had glared at your work but he shrugged and let you be. That was long ago when humans gathered for his harem. You were the only left.

You knew that your God lied to you. Yearly visits to the mortal world easily showed you that more time has gone by. Today, a girl named Yumi worked at your favorite stall selling pastry goods. But the year before, it was the newly wedded Hiragashi couple. You remembered the young wife brimming with light, belly round and ready to pop. And you remembered how the husband begged his wife to sit while he handled the bustling night market. When you asked about the two, Yumi sighed, "They are my parents."

Hiragashi Yumi was that baby yet to be born, now she stood before you in her twenties. Her parents are significantly older when you're not.

Time moves differently on the mountain.

What were you to do? Your God wouldn't want to hear any of your plight. You doubt that this is a matter he would allow you to fight for.

He'd taunt you. He'd ask if it even matters when at the end of the day, you got to take the excursion. But, it terrifies you that you cannot tell the difference between a year and twenty.

You had to let it go.

You had taken the moment to set down your bag. The pillar felt like stone against your forehead. It was obviously made out of stone and the realization slammed into your pounding head. It's hard and grainy like time. You realized there were no memories before you laid eyes on your God. You try to calm your breath. Did you even have a family or a childhood? When did life begin for you? Will your life ever end or will it be determined by your God?

Vines coiled up the stone pillar, its leaves brushed against your flushed cheeks. You watched them grow each day. Water droplets slid from them to you, on you cheek. A cause from the earlier drizzle, you presume. It made you wonder if it was safe to cry. After speaking to Yumi, you admitted that you wanted nothing more than the comfort of home. Despite knowing better, there is nothing for you outside of the arms of your God.

"Pet, why the long face." Your body went rigid and you shot your head up the path. The moon shows half its face to the world. And like the moon, your God sat encased primarily in shadows. His eyes showed bright vermillion.

"My God, why have you come this far from the shrine?" You panted through the coils in your chest. You quickly gathered yourself to the best of your abilities. First, you start by kicking off your hard-to-walk-in sandals. Then you shimmed your hair from its tight bun, allowing the terraces to flow. The black rose pin that held the style together, you placed behind your ear. Lastly, you make work of the kimono. You had pestered your God to help tuck and tie to perfection. Now, it’s folded fabric that you set on top of your traveling pack.

You stood straight to be beheld. "Here, I bare myself to you." You do not own undergarments, you don't remember a time in which you would have. You bowed till you were sure that your whole body felt flatted into the mountain's steps. "My God."

"Come," Your God beckoned. "Drop the God."

"Yes Sukuna," You huffed out. "Shall I bring you any food or dessert? The night market was more lively than the last! I could hardly handle the long lines. And I thought we would have more fun watching the fireworks from within the courtyard."

"Quit yapping and come. I couldn't care less for mortal foods."

You make your ascent up the remaining steps separating you two. "Aw, I guess that I'm the only mortal food you'll eat." You let out a giggle through the racing questions. "I hope that you know that you are getting my stuff from below, it has been quite tedious for this mortal to make it this far."

Sukuna looked up into your eyes. You have made it in between his parted legs. You swayed there for a little bit before assuming your kneeling position. Your finger grazed Sukuna's hair before using his shoulder to brace your knees when hitting the slab below. Back straight. Bum placed directly over heel. And, your hands cling to each elbow behind your back in a straight line. "Bold to order me around."

"It was a suggestion."

"A hell of one." Sukuna placed his finger under your lips "Your chin should be lifted. Do you need a reminder? And where should your eyes be?"

"Retraining won’t be necessary." You lifted your chest higher to prove the point as you focused on Sukuna's manhood. His white robe left little to the imagination especially since he never ties it properly. His tattoos frame his sculpted abs and draw the eyes to his glorious v-line. And it's only if you don't do a double take of the smirking mouth protruding from the middle of his stomach. You are used to it and you have been more than aquatinted to how perverted it makes you feel.

"The long face, pet?" Your nickname was held off long enough to feel somewhat like an afterthought or an attack on your ego.

You sighed, "At the market... This girl I met was twenty, but when I met her last year, she wasn't born yet. I had talked to her parents."

You dared look up into Sukuna's four eyes, searching from one to the other which all stared back at you. "Oh pet, are you mad?"

"Should I be?"

"Why no, pet," Sukuna whispered. He bowed his head to rest his forehead against yours, coated in a film of sweat. "I could make you forget the thoughts running in your dumb head. You are a pet that only needs to know of her master." He scraped a finger behind your ear, taking the black rose pin and with his other hand, he swept your hair back to his liking. "But, if you are mad, I will allow you to pierce me with this. Hold out your hand."

You did as told. Now the metallic warmth of the pin weighed heavy on your conscious. "I don't wish to hurt you. And if I do this, you'll punish me."

"I lied. Pierce me for all I care. You are mad like me.” His blazed eyes hunger for the fear in yours “Your punishment will be a light one."

You shook your head, "No! No no no. I want to let this go! Let's enjoy the food and the fireworks. Please!" Before you could yank your arm away, your God gripped tight enough to bruise. With full awareness, you watched as Sukuna used your hand to shove the pin repeatedly into his chest.

At first, the skin doesn't break. Your hand throbbed from the forced handle you had to take. Your arms ached all over as you tried pulling away from the slashing. Screaming felt foreign but not unheard of coming from your throat. Moments like theses caused your mind to wonder. Were those cries even yours or someone else's? A spectator could be in the woods regarding the nakedness of your skin.

They could be the one screaming. The spectator has front-row seats to view the enormous stomach mouth gulp down blood. Or they were the one fighting, not you, to get away from Your God.

"Su-uuh kuna! Wh- why, why! Why are you doing this!?" You bellowed through gritted teeth, smacking against his chest.

"What did I even do wrong?" You felt the crash of your lungs. You felt the heaviness of your knees losing balance on the pavement which caused you to smack into Sukuna's right thigh. Your face felt hot. "I can't be mad! I don't have the right!" You shook your head, whipping hair everywhere. Snot ran down to your lips as you kept screaming. "I don't care if you lied! Why should I! I'm nothing more than a pet who would be nothing without their god!"

Sukuna squeezed your hand as he pushed the sharp pin in one last time before ripping your arms away. You fell backwards. catching yourself on the step below you. Your main find at last year's market, the black rose pin, looked dimmed when coated in blood. It stuck out of your God's chest where it rises and falls to the normal beat of his lungs. Whatever compelled you to buy the article of jewelry made you gag into your hands.

"Pet, I hate these excursions of yours. You know that."

.............................. Thank you for reading! This is my first attempt on making a smut! There will be a part two because I wanted to get this out on new years day! Please leave ideas in the comments! Request rules are here! I have an idea of where I want part two to go, but there is always room to stir the pot. HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! (technically a day late)

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NEXT JJK POST: Yandere! Landlord! Geto Suguru x F!Reader

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sistertotheknowitall · 2 months

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My brain:

Tim, Jason, Dick and Damian arguing, their voices over-lapping each other.

Stephanie joining in: okay so the book opens up to Stepan bringing his wife a pear and she starts confronting him on his affair. I can’t remember her name right now-

Jason: Because it’s relevant information! - her name was Dolly - and if you would -

Jason stops talking and stares at Stephanie as she continues.

Steph: thank you- and meanwhile she has a sister named Katie who has just come of marriage age. So she’s like 18 right? and Stepan has a friend who wants to marry her and he’s like in his 30s, which ew, but also-

Me writing for exercise:

Stephanie Brown couldn’t say she was surprised to find the four arguing, she had fallowed the raised voice into the kitchen. She was also not surprised to quickly realized that the raised voices were arguing over nothing.

No, seriously nothing!

It was complete nonsense as Dick seemed to be defending his right as a “decent cook,” and Tim was complaining about the others hiding his coffee beans. Jason and Damian seemed to be having an actual argument but it was over the best way to effectively stab someone.

Well, Steph shrugged, might as well join in. “Okay so the book opens up to Stepan bringing his wife a pear, but she starts confronting him on his affair and he admits to multiple, I can’t remember the wife’s name right now-“

Jason, mid rant to the youngest Robin (who was also mid-sentence) answers,”Her name was Dolly for short - speaking of short, it’s no wonder you can’t angle the knife right!” The left side of his face appears to spasm before he stands up a little straighter, and quietly turns to face the still rambling blond.

Steph, on a roll, continues, “Dolly! Right! Well she has a sister! Katie has just come of marriage age, so she’s like 18 right? Well Stepan has a friend who wants to marry her and he’s like in his 30s, which ew, but also-“

Damian, having realized that Jason was no longer entertaining him, turned to see what had shifted Todd’s attention. He watched as the older girl continued, getting more animated.

“-there’s the name sake of the book Anna Karenina and her lover Vronsky. Who has the same first name - Alexei- as her husband. Like that’s just wild.”

Dick, who paused for breath during his speech of “why I should be allowed in the kitchen again” forgot what he had been about to say. Instead he asked, “wait did she call them both Alexei?”

Steph looked over, “No, she only called them both by their last names but that might have been a cultural thing or something? I don’t know! Anyways, the point-“

“No,” Jason interrupted, “she did call them both by their first name but the narrator went by last names so the reader could differentiate.” Stephanie waved her hands, “shhh, not the point, as I was saying!”

Tim, who had stopped talking right after the other teenager had joined the fray, chimed in, “you know you’re missing so many central themes. Did you mean to come in here and give us a water downed briefing of Anna Karenina?”

It was silent as Steph answered, “no, but you all were going on about meaningless things so why couldn’t I?”

“Anyway, Anna is still married, has a son, and now she’s pregnant.”

Dick gasped.

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dangerkittenclaws · 2 months

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Hi! If you are taking requests could I request a sleep token Vessel X reader where he comforts reader after a nightmare?

The amount of excitement I got when I saw this ask- AH!!! Hands down, nightmare comfort fics are my weakness by far, always have been. So thank you!! I hope you enjoy! This is STRONGLY inspired by my own nightmares and their aftermaths, so a tad self indulgent too. 😝😘

vessel x f!reader

warnings: nightmares obv, a lot of comfort from the cute lean bean of a man

It’s happening again.

It’s the one where you feel your body vibrating. Your mind is aware but your body is still asleep. You’re unable to move, frozen to your bed and unable to open your eyes. Not that you’d really want to see what was going on.

You feel as though you’re being watched from all sides. The only sound you hear is your own blood rushing through your veins and your lungs are moving oxygen so fast that you feel as though there's not enough. Panic sets in to your bones now.

You know it’s happening and you’re not able to stop it. Try as you might to tell yourself that it will be over soon, the terror that's being inflicted on you by whatever force above you is overwhelming.

You try to call out to Vessel, exerting all of your energy it seems, to get your voice to work, for air to move through your larynx.

The sound of your blood gets to be too loud and your entire being feels like it’s being shaken by this force that comes to haunt you too often.

Soon, you think through your panic. Soon you’ll pass out and it’ll be over. Soon is finally here.

Blackness envelops you, for how long, you’re unsure.

You wake up in near hysterics next. This time you’re able to move with your own will. Your legs come up to your chest as you sit upright.

Your breathing once again is too fast as you clutch the sides of your neck. You try to look around you to get your bearings.

Vessel moves to sit up next to you, “‘re okay, love. I’m right here.”

Tears fill your eyes and quickly overflow. You feel a hand rubbing up and down your spine, trying to get your lungs to cooperate. Your breath catches over and over again as you sob. The fear running through you is tangible.

Vessel realizes you’re past the point he usually can catch you to calm down. He gets up to be in front of you, moving the comforters to take your forearms in each of his hands.

“Hey, hey, focus on me,” he says seriously. You blink rapidly and look up to him. You try not to think about being frozen as you were, helpless and vulnerable.

“That's it. Focus on my voice sweetheart.” He puts your palms to his bare chest. This always helps you to focus.

“Breathe, baby. Slow. In and out. Do it with me. In and out.” You try to follow as best as you can through the tears streaming down your face. You feel his voice rumble through your hands as he speaks and his ribcage moving as he exaggerates his deep breaths.

He shushes you for a few moments. As childish as it may seem, it’s your favorite thing to hear.

You look into his eyes, trying to show him just how terrified you were a moment ago. You squeeze shut your eyes for a moment, more tears flow and you breathe out heavily.

“There you go. Just like that.” One of his hands leaves your own to caress your face. You lean into him. His thumb brushes underneath your eye, the skin there tender with hot tears.

You let your lungs fill with oxygen and breathe out again. It’s coming easier now, but your diaphragm still spasms occasionally.

“You’re okay now, pretty girl. It’s over.” He reassures you. He knows that this dream is recurring and petrifies you.

You breathe out before swallowing to speak, “I’m sorry. It.. it always feels so real.”

You always feel a bit stupid afterwards. It’s not like a zombie came back to life and ripped your leg off. Something normal be scared about. It’s just that an unknown force seems to make you unable to move on your own accord and to feel your body practically vibrating invokes such a fear into you that it leaves you unable to sleep for days afterwards. There’s never a zombie, as much as you wish for one instead.

“I know it does.” He reaches for your water cup on the nightstand and puts the straw to your lips. You suck down nearly half of it before exhaling again. “I’ll always be here, okay?” You nod at him as you take back your arms from him.

You get up to use the bathroom and gather your thoughts. By the time you get back to bed, Vessel is there, opening the covers to you.

“Come on, sleep time.” You slide in next to him, feet cold from the bathroom tile. You rub them together before finding his legs to warm them up. He laughs quietly, “Why do your feet always find me when they’re cold?”

“Because you’re always warm!” you whisper-yell.

He laughs again before sliding an arm around you.

“You know I’ll always be here for you, right? After every nightmare, after every dream.” He tightens his arm for a moment and leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“Mhmm,” You snuggle in closer to him, if that’s possible. “Thank you,” you whisper back before pressing your lips to his ribs.

You hear him shushing you again, knowing it's your weakness and your eyes close.

Vessel stays awake for a bit longer just to make sure your little breaths are even against his skin.

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turtle-babe83 · 2 months

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Eyes Wide Open

It’s been a while since I felt inspired to write but this one came to me this morning. I think I can write one for Leo next. I hope you guys enjoy Raphael’s little rendezvous. ♥️

Pierced through the heart by those green eyes drilling into you like some kind of ocular trap devised to hold you down, you forget to breathe. Not that you would ever attempt to flee…

Not when he’s staring at you from the top of your gleaming mound, wet from the firm glide of his tongue swiping up and over your drenched and swollen petals. Letting the saliva pooling in his mouth dribble down his chin to mix with your juices like a lust potion, wrapping you both in its erotic spell.

The slight clack-clack-clack of the ceiling fan’s rattle creates a natural rhythm and you helplessly roll your hips to the beat. The sound he makes is as much a chuckle as a grunt as his massive hands grip your thighs tighter. He stops for just a moment to breathe heavily and adjust his kneeled stance. His hard length is pressing against the box springs of your bed, biologically urging him to stand up and take you hard and fast until it’s hot load is spent but his head and heart refuse to give in until he’s wrung every bit of pleasure from your trembling body.

“Please.”

The whimper squeaks out as yet another orgasm looms over you. Each one is more intense than the last and you can feel the walls of your womb beginning to tighten almost painfully as the spasms begin again. The light soreness somehow makes it even better and you thrash wildly, ungodly sounds emitting from your throat. His tongue slaps and laps at your clit, the little bean so engorged that the barest touch makes you cry out. A guttural groan leaves his lips, hot breath fanning your moist flesh before he envelops your entire sex in his mouth, sucking and slurping at your gush of juices, smoother than whiskey and headier than a strong red wine.

As you come down, you realize his eyes have never left your face. Adoration shines in those depths of chartreuse and your womb involuntarily clenches again.

“Good fer ya, babe?” he drawls, smug smirk dripping with charm and cum.

Your lips twitch as you fight a smile.

“I think you know the answer to that, you self-satisfied little-“ you start before he stands and looms over you, thick length bobbing enticingly.

“Little?” he growls, grasping himself and lining up to your hole. “Ya sure bout dat?”

“Not little, not LIT-!” you squeal as he thrusts forward.

No, you don’t want to escape. You’re exactly where you want to be.

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daisiescomelate · 2 months

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Sukuna's vessel: the prey

Sukuna's vessel: the series

Part 1 - Part 2 (you are here) - Part 3 (not yet) - Part 4 (not yet)

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Summary: Urame had no luck on their mission, fortunately Reader’s soul seemed to be more stable against Sukuna and most of the pain had resided. You are still not allowed to consume more fingers and the three of you had no other option than taking them along with you wherever you go. The sorcerers are getting closer and closer to your tail and your body it's still relatively weak. Urame suggests to split up to distract the sorcerers acting as bait. Now, you and Sukuna are on your own, hiding in the jungle of concrete that is Tokyo.

Rated: Teenage up

Content: Sukuna/Reader, cursing, date if you squint, hiding in abandoned buildings and going to cafes with a very opinionated demon king inside of you.

N/A: I messed up Urame's pronouns last time, I'm using they/them for Urame.

Sukuna's vessel: the prey

The sound of the machines grinding the coffee beans and the smell of the shop brought back some sense of familiarity and normality. You stirred the Ice Shaken Espresso with your straw hearing the clinking of the ice against the glass. People chatter away around you, soft music played in a low volume in the background to help the ambiance.

“He didn’t make up an excuse or anything, he simply texted ‘hi’ and I didn’t know what to say so I just played along.”

“You didn’t ask him about it?”

“It’s awkward, what if I sound too clingy?”

“You have been dating for a month already.”

“I don’t really think he would call it ‘dating’, actually.”

You supported your head on your palm, reclining slightly to the left where the two girls were sitting. What an asshole, you thought.

“Did you like your coffee?”

You jumped on your seat at the sound of a voice calling right next to you from the other side. A waiter stood there with a kind smile, you recognized them as the person who recommended the drink to you.

“Oh! Yes… It’s good, thank you.” You smiled back, trying to pretend like you didn’t get caught eavesdropping in someone else's conversation instead of trying your drink that was still untouched in front of you.

“That’s good to hear.” They said, politely, and flashed a wink at you before going back to the bar area. You sank in your seat embarrassed, hoping nobody else was able to tell what you had been doing.

Such a stupid face. So annoying.

You rolled your eyes at the voice in your head.

Behave. You said, knowing it would fall in deaf ears.

Do they always annoy customers like that here? And what do they expect to do with that muscle spasm?

Muscle spasm?

Their eye. They keep doing that. I want to pull it off. To help them out.

You sighed.

It’s clearly causing them trouble, I’m trying to be nice.

You ignored Sukuna’s petty claims and took a sip from the glass. The caramel mixed well and neutralized the worst of the bitterness of the coffee. You decided to distract the demon with some other banal topic.

Do you like it? You asked him, referring to the drink. You knew he could taste it from your tongue, he had kept the habit of staying close enough to your consciousness that he could catch most of what you smell, taste and touch, along with what you saw and heard. It was an odd feeling, like almost having him behind you at any moment, but something you had grown used to and missed every time he retreated.

Disgusting. He said, and you remembered it being someone’s recommendation.

Well, I like it.

Throw it off.

No.

He growled in irritation, and you could swear you could feel him pout. Every word of him also sounded as if it was spoken right behind your ear, instead of an echo in your mind. Sometimes your heart swelled with the feeling of wanting to turn your head around and find him right there in flesh and bones, but you knew that was not the case.

It’s been almost a month and a half since Sukuna was forced into you by the elders, and your body had gotten better at resisting his soul’s pressure, but you were still relatively weak and Sukuna still refused to come out to take over since your ability to be able to handle that was still uncertain. He said multiple times your soul still needed time to adapt to his presence, but as matter of factly as he sounded, you still doubted he was able to tell at any moment how well your body was doing other than the fact that you could now walk without whining.

Urame had to give up his mission of locating another vessel for the moment, having a more urgent matter at hand. the elders had put a price on your head and it was getting harder to run from the sorcerers. Pocket picking wasn’t doing the trick and you couldn’t run that far without a more considerable amount of money. Urame and you had decided on splitting the fingers and going in opposite directions; they would try to cause a ruckus somewhere else while you tried to find a good hiding spot. That was as good a plan as you could come up with.

“Hide somewhere until it's safe for me to come out. I will kill them all then.” Was Mr. Lord of the Underworld’s contribution during the meeting, with his thousand plus years of knowledge.

You buried the fingers under a deteriorated building somewhere close to the outside of the city, surrounded by talismans as an attempt to prevent other curses to feel their way towards them, and then came back to the mess of people that was central Tokyo to blend with the masses and hopefully be harder to find for the ones that were hunting you.

You didn’t even know if the talismans were properly drawn or placed, Sukuna was a horrible teacher. After ten hours of doing and redoing the talismans he had stopped you with a “Leave it like that”, which was very encouraging. Your stomach was on a constant knot, thinking of something or someone finding Sukuna’s fingers while you were all the way over here. You had asked him if he would be able to tell if something happened to them, “Sometimes, I don’t know” was his answer. Wasn’t he helpful? Truly the type of demon you wanted to be trapped with while running away like prey.

I have no more money for dinner. You said to him. The girls in the table next to you were now talking in a lower tone while looking at photos on their phones. So they noticed. Fuck.

Rob the shop.

Funny. There were cameras everywhere and you were trying to be invisible, but of course he knew that, he was just being a child again.

Sukuna ran with no morals, just desires. You knew that, and you were able to handle it most of the time –sometimes it was even helpful in your situation– but there were still things that were behind a line that you didn’t feel ready to cross. Like break into a house to take their stuff and stab the owner if they found you, as he had suggested. Not your thing, really.

You eyed the purse of a woman close to the front door of the shop.

Go ask the person with the muscle spasms for one of those cheesecakes, I have never had one before.

You knew Sukuna’s character since way before being thrown into this situation. You knew he was dangerous, you knew he knew he was lethal, you knew he was treated like a king due to the fear people had of him during most of his life. Sukuna spoke in imperatives, he ordered and dictated, and he would only expect obedience.

But since he allowed it, you wanted to be different.

I hate cheesecakes.

Silence. And a tingle of annoyance from the back of your mind.

You were well aware that if any other person tried to defy Sukuna’s demands the way you did, they would probably lose their throats. However, you were ready to take advantage of all the patience he had in store for you since you didn’t want to feel like a simple possession of him he could handle around as he pleased. Every chance of defiance you took was to prove yourself you were an equal to him as he accepted your own demands. You guessed Sukuna had caught up with your reasoning since he snarled way less to you than he had at the beginning. In short, you could feel like you were making significant progress.

You needed to state capricious and unjustifiable requests to him, ask him to bend over to you too. And he did. Any whim, any dumb complaint he would take as the test that it was and comply, showing you time and time again that you could move him around as you pleased and he would follow for you too. “Do you want to get a leash?” he had asked sarcastically once, but at that point you knew he would also allow it –for a very short and specific amount of time– if you asked for it.

If Sukuna handed you a knife and exposed his neck to you, you both knew he would be fine. It was a different type of trust, the one you were both trying to establish with one another. He didn’t want to scare you, you noticed. He wanted to show you that you were entitled to a certain amount of control in the bond you had been turbulently building since you met.

The raspberry muffin, then. He ordered next.

Fine. You said, because fighting him in everything all the time was suicidal. Middle grounds were good.

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You tried to stay for as long as you could but still no messages.

I’m bored.

“Do not tell”, was the answer in the tip of your tongue. Sukuna was twisting around in your mind, like a child in their high chair wanting to get down. A raspberry muffin, a smoothie and two cookies later, there was no more money in your pocket to buy time in the coffee shop. On the other hand, the waiter from earlier kept turning to look in your direction and smiling, and Sukuna’s killing intent was rising and spinning dangerously inside you.

With a sigh you put the phone Urame had given you in your pocket and stood up from the table.

Are we finally leaving this hellish place?

Yes, we are.

Good. I don’t want to come back here, everything tasted horrible.

With the strength of a thousand soldiers, you held back the eye roll that was threatening to escape you. Oh, how much you missed Urame in times like this.

You made your way through the path in between the tables.

Do you want to go somewhere? It’s not even five p.m. yet. You asked him.

We are hiding, you can’t go walking around all day. Return us to that place.

You knew he was right but being a fugitive was a pain in the ass, it had sent you on a few spirals already that Sukuna had to pull you off from. You needed to walk around. It was too much, sitting alone in a corner of that dirty house or lying over that moldy mattress, hiding from the light because you felt as if the sky had eyes and was going to tell you off to the sorcerers. The paranoia was consuming you. It’s not gonna help with my recovery, you told Sukuna back then, trying to extort him into allowing you to go outside more often and not just to get food. He complained about the fragility of the human mind but he could tell it was true.

You walked next to the table where two people were discussing work, and then two students freaking out over an assignment.

Pick up your pace so we can see the sunset. You like that. He said with a stern tone.

Yeah…

You knew Sukuna used to be human but he forgot what it was like a long time ago, and he didn’t care for a millennium, but suddenly he found himself into a situation that had forced him –against his will– to have to relearn how it all worked because you were affected so much by it.

He hated it.

You don’t need that with me, his words from weeks came back to you just as clear. He meant the empathy, the guilt, the feelings of self worth, identity. Turn into whatever you want, I will take it.

It was scary. Sukuna felt like it would be so much easier if you turned into a monster –of any kind, really; he was constantly encouraging it. You didn’t know what type of monster that would be. What was the worst of your person? How would that grow if you let it sprout? What shape would it take? In what would it turn with time if you feed it?

You didn’t want to know.

You didn’t want to learn about that part of you that you knew was right there under the surface. You wanted to keep it buried, deeper and deeper, suffocate it under the dirt. That was what human meant to you, and that was what he wanted you to let go of.

So Sukuna was trying. Because you wouldn’t fold into his petition of abandon that that made you human, he tried his best to keep you calm. Telling you stories, hearing your nagging, calling you in to hold you, keeping his eyes out for things that you would like around you. The useless stuff, he would call it, that did so much for your heart. “You like that song”, “You like that flavor”, “A dog over there”, “It’s that celebrity”, “Your favorite color”. It was kind of ridiculous, to have the King of Curses point out puppies to you. Ridiculous to the point it could rescue your day and your smile that was now so rare.

Use the bus, you walked too much today. Sukuna’s order brought you back to the present.

We will see about that.

You were almost at the door of the shop. You look ahead to the side to the purse of the woman you had eyed earlier. She was still lively talking with her friends, moving her hands around in the air in a theatrical manner to immerse everyone more easily into the story she was telling. You picked up your pace just slightly, taking your hand out of your pocket and keeping your eyes looking right ahead of you. You were three steps away from the door, and two steps away from her booth. You raised your hand to scratch the lobe of your ear and then put it back down, stretching your arm just slightly so you could–

The woman picked up her purse sitting beside her and looked for something inside of it without stopping to talk to her friends. You licked your lips in frustration but kept your pace the same, as if you hadn’t just lost your dinner, and exited the store.

For fucks sake.

Sukuna hummed in your head.

Does this mean no bus either?

Yes. You bite back.

This is because you keep ignoring my ideas.

Shut up. I will just look for someone else on our way back.

You’re a horrible pick pocketer. You keep feeding my vessel with crumbs.

The cafes are the cheapest places with free wifi. We can’t go to restaurants. And we need the wifi to talk to Urame.

Your kindness to mere strangers is unnecessary. They would feed off you if ever necessary.

Shut it.

Insolent.

Old man.

HA!

Offended, Sukuna retreated to his domain.

Standing in the middle of the sidewalk the waters of the crowd divided to not step over you, with their hurried pace and their eyes on their phone, going over enthusiastic chats or low murmured repriments, everyone with their own colors and shades, but you still felt so out of place.

Sukuna was right, you had no more business roaming around at this hour. You regretted having to skip a meal but it wasn’t your first time either. You turned around and entered the flow of people going deeper into the heart of the city, hand on your pockets and face low so the shadow of the cap would cover most of your features. To see the sunset would be nice. And Sukuna liked them too, he was just playing tough.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #jjk #ryomen sukuna #x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna x you

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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Momma, I believe you should write a fic of Andy railing you. Itd heal you. - someone who also writes self indulgent fics

“You’re doing so good for me” Andy praises, the tip of his cock barely pressing into your hole as you tremble and try to squeeze your thighs together.

“I-I need it. Andy please! Need you in me, want you in me so bad!” You cry, arching up to press your back to his chest, grinding down to try and get more of that deliciously thick cock inside of you.

You felt like you were in a haze. Wanting the hybrid to touch every inch of you, stuff you good over and over until you were nothing more than a puddle who can no longer walk. Your body shivers in need as his kisses trail up your neck, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hands hold you still.

“So fucking good for me” he breathes as he kisses you, watching you squirm and writhe to get more inside of your pulsing walls. “Want me to breed you? Hmm? Want this fat cock fucking you stupid?”

You cry out again as he pinches your nipples, nodding feverishly as his cock slowly sinks in even more. “Yes! Yes please! Fuck me stupid, make me yours!”.

How could he deny his true mate when you sound so pretty? “Then take it” he snarls, thrusting every inch inside of you in one thrust, groaning as you tighten and begin to spasm.

“Fuck! Oh fuck Andy!” You scream, head thrown back in bliss as he roughly takes you, pummeling into you from behind as he holds your arms back.

“Made for me! Made to take my cock and be fucked! Mmm such a good little mate for me!” He pants, grinding into you so you feel every pulsing, twitching inch. His balls are slapping against your ass as he takes you, his frame towering over you as you’re bred like a true mate should be.

Your mouth hangs open in bliss as you moan and babble, chanting “yes yes yes!” And “make me take it! Make me take it!!!”

Andy yanks your head to the side as he kisses you, your tongues sliding over one another as his pace picks up, his hands reaching to hold your waist to hold you tight and use you like a flesh light. “Take all of my cum! Fuck, baby, you’re gonna look so good knocked up and pregnant!”

You try to respond, but are unable to as your legs tighten and your body seizes up, climaxing as his cock continues to abuse your hole. “That’s right, cum for me! Cum on my cock! Fuck- you look so good like this!”

Andy growls as his thrusts become more sloppy, eager to reach his finish and stuff you full. With a few more energetic thrusts, he’s emptying inside of you, kissing you deeply as he slowly begins to pull out.

You whine as he adjusts you, laying you on your back against the haystack so he can watch the mess drip. “Hmph, so messy. Is your cute little hole still hungry for me? It seems one load wasn’t enough” he teases, pushing his cum back inside of you while you hiss at the sensation.

“A-Andy! Careful- too much!” You try to warn, wiping the sweat from your face as the bullman plunges his fingers into you again. “Shh shh, I know what my mate needs. You’ve worked so hard for this farm. You’re so tense and pent up! Let your mate take care of you”.

Andy begins to kiss up your thighs, stomach, chest and neck, whispering softly against your ear. “Let me make you absolutely boneless”

((I hope you beans enjoyed! I can’t do self indulgent cause idk It throws me off, SO I wrote for y’all instead! Leave a comment if you liked it! -Mommabean))

#andy my oc #yandere bullman #andy the bullman #mommabean #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere exophilia #yandere male

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b4nka1 · 9 months

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overstimulation. gojo satoru x reader

where reader puts satoru in his place!

warnings: fem dom, male sub, whiny gojo, hair pulling, face slapping, oral (f!receiving), face riding, squirting, come eating, tongue fucking, crying, choking, dry milking (iykyk), bondage, overstimulation, handjobs, mentions of pissing if you squint. not proofread.

"that's it. you've pulled the last string." you growled, pulling satoru by his hair harshly into your room. he had been non-stop flirting with the receptionist at the front desk of the hotel where you were out for your vacation.

it was a rare chance for you both, two of the strongest sorcerers get a week off. you both decided on visiting hokkaido, and satoru really tried flirting with the receptionist in front of you.

you slammed the door shut of your hotel room, angrily staring down at the white haired man in front of you.

he looked at you with scared eyes, knowing that he really fucked up. "s-sorry..." he mumbled in a low voice, hoping ot would take just a simple, half-assed sorry to calm you down.

"sorry? bitch, i'm so fucking mad. the fuck makes you think that its okay for you to flirt with the receptionist in front of your fucking fiancée?" you snarled at his face, grabbing his collar harshly.

he whimpered, his limitless cursed technique long gone. "you really need to learn a lesson, don't ya? brat." you scowled, pushing him downwards onto the bed till his head hit the soft pillows.

he looked at you in excitement, yet in fear, anticipating your next move. before he knew it, you pinned his wrists above his head, using your scarf to tie his wrists up.

he gulped hard, looking at you through his sunglasses. you tool them off, grabbing his throat again, "are you really sorry?" you asked, raising an eyebrow angrily.

he licked his lips, so lost in feeling submissive to you. you grunted, sitting on his chest. "are. you. sorry?" you repeated, this time leaning vlpser to hks face.

he swallowed hard and nodded, "s-sorry..." you sighed, "fine. but you do need to learn your lesson." you smirked, taking your time to strip yourself off the summer dress. he gasped visibly, eyeing hungrily at your covered tits and ass.

you grinned maliciously, rubbing your clothed clit against his nose and you moaned. he greedily stuck his tongue out to lick at your clothed cunt, which earned him a tight slap on his face.

he whined, before pulling his tongue away as you continued to humph your clothed clit against his nose. you came to a step before orgasming. satoru eyed greedily at the wet patch on your bikini bottom, licking his lips in anticipation.

"hmm, eat me out." was all you said before stripping quickly off the panties, hovering your bare pussy over his face. "say, mommy please let me have your cunt in my mouth?" you grinned, teasing him.

he blushed, before repeating, "m-mommy...please let me have your cunt in my mouth- ngh! itadakimasu." he moaned as you immediately attached your cunt to his mouth. you whined and blushed when he said "itadakimasu", clearly embarrassed.

he moaned, licking at your clit, going down to your slit and prodding at the entrance with his tongue, panting like a greedy bitch.

he pushed his tongue into your hole, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of hid face slowly being drenched by your slick, happily lapping up at whatever your pussy gave him.

he lapped up at your juices, slurping like he never had a meal before. his lips softly kissed and encircled your clit, sucking on the tiny bean which had you moaning and getting wetter.

he licked his lips before his tongue dived into your cunt again as your clit rubbed against his nose, sending you over the edge.

all it took was a last few kisses to your clit before the walls of your pussy began spasming, "i'm coming...ngh..." you moaned, pulling his hair and humping yourself against his face.

he had his tongue sticking out, using this as an opportunity to lick at your wet folds. your groaned, as your hips came to a halt.

satoru took no time to bring his lips back to your clit, sucking on it and nibbling on it. it sent you over the edge once again, as you squirted all over his face, crushing his head in between your thighs.

he happily lapped up at your fluids, his hair drenched partially in your squirt. "so good..." he whimpered, wanting more.

you sighed, bringing your spasming clit back to his face, and he grinned, kissing your clit millions of times before kitten- licking it, and finally sucking on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your veins.

he whined, tugging at his hands for you to take the scarf off. you grinned down at him, "ngh...you eat pussy too good... too bad the receptionist isn't here. she'd be jealous of me...sitting on your face like this..." you moaned when he slurped at your juices again, lapping greedily at your clit.

his tongue kept on abusing the tiny bean, nibbling and sicking and kissing and licking. your clit was super puffy and swollen by now, but you still had it in you to go.

you pulled his hair tightly, as he grunted and sucked your clit into his mouth harshly, letting it go with a pop after a few minutes. it was super swollen now. you whined, bringing a hand down to your clit and rubbing it, feeling the swell.

"sucked it well enough for you to make it swell? kr do you want more?" he grinned, kissing your clit over and over again. it was almost as if he was worshipping your clit in every way possible.

you moaned, "keep eating me out for a special surprise." you grinned. the word "surprise" got his attention before he nodded, sucking on your clit again, giving it all the attention in the world.

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a few more minutes later, you were panting, hips writhing against his mouth as he kept on abusing your tiny bean which was now super puffy and swollen. you had finally let go off his hands as he spread your pussy lips apart, spitting om your clit. he moaned and watched his spit slide down your slit, landing on his own lips.

he co tinued to eat you out, determined to get one last orgasm ripped off you.

so he sucked and sucked and sucked on your clit, overstimulating you, as you whined, "such a good boy..." you whispered and smiled down at him.

he moaned, cheeks blushing as you praised him. his speed on your clit got even faster as he sent you over the edge for the 4th time already. you moaned, squirting yet again on his face. his hair was entirely drenched in your squirt now. his face had gone red, also drenched from your squirt.

"h-holy shit...you deserve a reward...which is more of a punishment." you grinned, before unbuckling his belt, unzipping his summer shorts and putting your hand into his boxers, pulling his dick out and holy shit.

it was drenched, literally drenched in precum, the tip an angry red color. you whistled, giving the head a lick at the slit and he moaned loudly, his hips buckimg upwards.

you grinned, doing the same over and over again, and satoru being satoru, just came from you doing nothing but lick at his slit a few times.

he panted, as his cock shot thick white ropes of his semen. some of it landed on your face but you didn't mind. you took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, ripping another moan out of his chest.

"so sensitive?" you teased, licking his tip, pumping the rest of his cock with your hands. he had a fairly long and thick dick with many veins bulging over it.

all it took was a few more pumps and he was coming again. "tsk. you can't even last long. how pathetic." you scoffed, gathering his cum on your fingers, shoving them into his mouth.

he gagged at the taste of his own sperms in his mouth, blushing furiously as you did so. he whined, dick twitching with every second that passes by. his dick was too sensitive now.

the cool air made him harder than he already was. his dick was twitching, as you massaged his balls with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around the base of his cock while you placed kissing onto the tip.

he seemed to be enjoying it too much, as he again spurted cum from his dick, weaker this time due to the tight hold of your fist in his hands. it slid down his dick, onto your fist. using it as lube, you pumped his dick, which was now shiny and redder, and he whined, "fuck– too much!" he gasped, eyes blown wide when you continuously began to pump him.

within a few minutes he was coming again, draining his balls off semen, as he whined and orgasmed, face flushing red.

"e-enough..." he whimpered as tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling overstimulated. you shook your head, "one last. i know you'll do it." you smiled and encouraged him, pumping his dick, watching as precum drooled from the tip.

he whined loudly, almost screaming as his dick twitched, orgasming again, but nothing came out, except a few trickles of his clear piss. he was totally milked dry.

he cried, chest heaving as you kept on pumping his cock. his cock twitched furiously, his mind going blank as he babbled incoherent words.

he finally screamed again when another empty orgasm hit him, hips bucking high into the air. you pumped his dick the last few times before letting it go, watching it as it still stood hard, twitching a lot.

"that's a good boy...you know to not flirt with the receptionist again, right?" you smiled cunningly, patting his cum-soaked hair. he weakly nodded, eyes hooded as he gasped for air, still panting.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #smut #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

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scientia-rex · 8 months

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One of my patients this week walked in with a bottle of something her naturopath recommended. It was giving her muscle cramps and anxiety. I didn't recognize the name on the front, which was the Latin plant name, Ignatia amara.

Now, if it had said Nux vomica, I would have known right away!

But St. Ignatius' Bean contains strychnine. Not a lot, and since this remedy was homeopathic, which means that they believe diluting something makes it stronger, not much at all. But apparently enough to cause muscle spasms. And strychnine builds up in your system as you take it, even at low doses.

I recommended she stop.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 8 months

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Not What We Were Expecting?

**BEWARE THERE ARE ENDWALKER SPOILERS AHEAD!! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED FOR FINAL FANTASY 14: ENDWALKER, SKIP PAST** SPOILER FREE TL;DR: Zenos has even more of an appreciation for me and my strength!

Okay, so, in EW there's a part where Zenos rips your soul from your body and shoves it into a nameless Garlean soldier so you have to overcome the limitations of being in a weaker body like he had to before he reclaimed his own.

But that gave me this weird idea that while I'm playing his game, he can't help but wonder what it's like being the Warrior of Light. Here's the great side for me, I'm no longer in a body that has Ataxic Cerebral Palsy. He, however, is.

So while he has my body on his throne, he's hit with chronic pain, the tremors and spasms, the low muscle tone, the fatigue, the feeling of the body not fully listening despite his harshest orders. And he has no idea how to control it in the slightest, even with the assistance of a soulstone. (Not to mention the back pain from my study posture...)

So I fight my way through whatever since this body is much more physically capable than my own! When I get my original body back and Zenos is back in his, I appear fine. There's minimal to no shaking, I move gracefully and fluidly, my spellcasting is ON POINT, etc...

Zenos, as eager as he is for our fight, is taken back. How? This vessel is so much weaker than the one he put me in, so frail... Yet here is his one friend, his beloved, back in unstoppable action and more powerful than anyone he's ever seen! HOW?!?

He's even more obsessed than ever before but needs to know how! I simply giggle, reminding him of my condition, something I've only ever mentioned briefly since I know how others come to view me as something pitiful if they're informed but don't understand what it is...

He's just in awe of my will, how easily I make it look to adapt and overcome this, every single day! Fate played a cruel hand yet I looked back with a smile. Most of all, I don't see myself as this valiant warrior or great triumph. I simply tell him "I'm just tryna make it through the shitstorm to Friday..."

I feel like he'd drop the fight since he now notices how hard I am tensing in so many different places, not to mention the strain he had placed on it. So he just comes over and massages that ONE PLACE, IN MY MIDSECTION OF MY BACK, that no one can ever get, let alone myself...

And I just melt. Like yeah, he's an evil maniac hellbent on destroying the planet just so he could see me with my fangs bared... BUT the man has good hands AND ACTUALLY APPLIES PRESSURE!!!

When the scions come in, I am limp in Zenos's arms. They fear the worst as I look so small and weak in them. UNTIL they hear me moaning directions and being a happy bean.

They are confused, to say the least, not to mention that in the game timeline, this is where they discover our romance...

From that point on Zenos doesn't want to fight me (as much and as often...) and instead rather provides the support and enjoyment of life I've given him!

AKA: Big, bad, villain continues to dote on me while I am fully loved as the shaky bean I am!!

Taglist: @floweringforgetfulness @disneymarina @maskedanarchy-ships @wanderers-wife @goldenworldsabound @canongf @hadesgoddess @singingdeepinme @nyandereneko

#selfshipdom #selfship community #self shipping #self insert #self insert community #selfship #fo community #self indulgent stuff #ship: a tale of two empires

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toweroftickles · 1 year

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REIMAGINED TICKLING #4: The Shmorgasbord

A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how fun it would be to see other characters in those same situations. You know, like "Oh I wanna see X character get tickled like that." So I thought I'd try writing a few drabbles where I'll take a famous tickle scene and reinterpret it with new characters in new settings.

This is Part 4 of an ongoing series…I had a bunch of ideas for shorter crossover scenes, so they’re all smashed together!

Rescuers Down Under/Kid Icarus

"WAHOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The warm spring wind whipped through Pit's locks. His foot carved a canyon slice into the top of a low-hanging downy cloud as he soared through the sky with the speed of a rollercoaster. But the Power of Flight wasn't giving lift to his own feeble wings. This time, Pit was instead dangling in the breeze, carried aloft by the arms of the newly-reborn Phoenix.

In its adult form, the flaming bird had once been much more gargantuan...just one of its mighty talons was bigger than Pit himself...but Pit liked this younger reincarnated version better. For one thing, it didn't try to eat or step on him. It was the perfect size to grasp the angel boy's biceps and airlift him across the sprawling human continent below.

What a rush!

"And unlike some of us, HE doesn't have a five-minute time limit." Viridi's snarky voice reverberated in between Pit's ears, descended from on high as if she were speaking right next to him. "Just imagine, if you came to work for the Forces of Nature instead..."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Palutena, Goddess of Light, uncharacteristically smarmy, butted in. "I'm sure my Captain would rather have five minutes of flight and MY wisdom at his disposal, than that overgrown turkey and YOURS."

"What?!"

"I-I'm perfectly happy with everything you both can do for me, Lady Palutena....Viridi..." Pit insisted, desperate to break the tension.

Unseen by either, Viridi rolled her eyes…and her giant new pet followed suit.

Suddenly, Pit gasped. A sharp claw stabbed at his belly, but it wasn't trying to tear him open. The Phoenix's digit was scratching his ribcage, in between and underneath the bones, pressing into him like he was a squeeze toy.

"HAA-Ha!! Heehee-Heehee-Hee!!! Pff! HngHng-HNG!!" Pit's voice cracked as he burst into loud, uncontrolled spasms. He flailed his desperate limbs around, kicking in all directions, and the Phoenix could barely maintain its grip on the squirmy centurion. He looked like a jumping bean having a seizure.

“Sheesh, what’s wrong with you?” Viridi scoffed.

“Oh, don’t mind him,” Palutena giggled, a knowing twinkle in her voice. “Pit’s very ticklish. Aren’t you, Pit?”

“AHH! *gasp* Hmhm-Hng!! Hee; n-hohohoheh! *heave* Ha-Huh…AH! You’re poking; you’re pohokihing!!” the hysterical angel boy squeaked. Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes.

No! No no no stop! I'm gonna fall!!!

The Phoenix wouldn’t quit; its talon was jabbing into a soft spot above Pit’s liver, clawing up and down along his side, tracing circles around his belly button…the goddesses were laughing as they watched him gleefully wiggle…

It was only a few more moments before the tickling stopped, but to Pit, it felt like ages. He slumped over in the bird’s arms, struggling to catch his breath in the harsh wind. His tummy was sore.

“WHEW……whoooo….Ha….Ha-ha…”

"Heehee...awww, are you ok, little guy?"

Pit blushed. He'd gotten used to Palutena teasing him over the years, but it was always worse when someone like Viridi was around.

"Heh-Heh...whew...yeah; I don't want him to do that again though!"

"Well don't wiggle too much, or you'll end up flat as a pancake!" Viridi giggled smugly.

"Mmmm...pancakes...."

Few things could pull down Pit's chipper mood. Barrel rolls and aerial somersaults carried him on the wind and toward the sun, no longer besieged by Underworld forces...toward home, where breakfast awaited him.

It always felt good to fly.

Samurai Pizza Cats/Street Fighter

The noonday spring sun blazed proudly overhead. Sporting her green-and-orange summer vacation duds, Makoto looked like a lost Mario Brother (er, Sister). But she felt like a change. After all, this wasn't the usual Shadaloo-funded recruitment tourney with a massive prize pool and worldwide media coverage. This was a proper, no-holds barred, pure-cut street brawl...the only rules this time were "no biting" and "no dismemberment." Tons of combatants were trying out all new weapons, all new fighting styles...anything they could imagine. But Makoto? She was still determined to be just as great as Ryu in her own ways. Only her honor mattered.

Defiantly twisting her hat, she stamped her sneaker into the dusty marketplace street. A chalk ring was drawn around as the innumerable food stalls were pushed apart. A crowd of hundreds gathered to watch, and out of the teeming mass stepped a slightly more solidified mass...one named Rufus.

(“Waddled” may be more accurate than “stepped.”)

“Hey, Rufus! Whatcha hiding behind your back?” Makoto asked him, genuinely friendly as usual. “Don’t be shy; I’m sure you’ve got something awesome!” Her question, though, was met with something truly bizarre.

On the ends of Rufus’ hands were rubbery fake thumbs, easily longer than his other fingers, and so round they were almost teardrop-shaped.

“Rufus is fighting with an apparently all-new and ‘totally awesome’ style that he did not feel like disclosing to our governing body…I don’t know what the hell he’s doing, but I don’t think any of you will mind if I nap through this one, folks.” The fight’s announcer wasn’t even pretending to take that walrus-in-a-unitard seriously.

"Just you wait! Yeah! You’re cool, man, but I’m the best! That's right!"

Makoto stared awkwardly at the burly biker’s new prosthetics. Thumb-wrestling? Is he gonna try to squeeze my head like a tick?

Rufus was a doofus…(Huh; I should remember that one, she mentally noted), but he was also powerful. No time to drop her guard. She flexed her muscles in a vicious chop and readied a kokutsu dachi stance, tensed like a spring about to pop.

"Well whatever kinda new gimmicks you've picked up, my Rindo-kan karate is gonna tackle the challenge head-on!"

DING! The starting bell! The match was on!

Makoto immediately swung her leg out into a chest-high kick, but instead of guarding or leaping away (as she expected), Rufus grabbed her ankles and slammed her against the ground like she was a rag doll. It was too quick for her to retaliate…with an uncomfortable belching grunt, the bubble of muscly lard that was Rufus pounded Makoto into the dirt. His gut rolled over her thighs, trapping her face-down and immobile.

"Gahhhh, get off me! Fight fair!" Makoto yelped, clawing at the dirt.

"HA HA HA!" Rufus bellowed in triumph. "You are the first, and like, only, to fall victim to..." he whipped out his enormous rubber thumbs..."RUFUS' TWO-FINGER EXPLODING HEART MASSAGE PARLOR TECHNIQUE!"

The nodulose bulbs pressed down intensely into the backs of Makoto's sides, right around the firm, muscular lumbar tissue, and rubbed in tight semicircles. Her nerves buzzed to life, and even she couldn’t stop what happened next.

"Pp-HHAA, HAHA-HAHA HAHA!! AH-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Haaa!!!"

It tickled! It tickled like crazy! Makoto lost all carefully-meditated control of her body and just exploded into wild, hysterical laughter. Her gravelly voice scraped at the inside of her throat, blasting out desperate shrieks from deep in her lungs.

"You think I got no skills to bring up against Ken Masters, dude? Now all I gotta do is get you punks in my way to loosen up first!" Those giant thumbs kneaded hard into Makoto's lower back with brutal strength. They just kept rubbing and squeezing every inch of her quivery sides.

"NOOO; HAHA-Haha!! Stop it, that tickles!! HA-HA HA-HA HA!!! No more, no mohohore!" she screamed furiously. Jetstreams of angry tears sprayed from her tightly-clenched eyes. She kicked and slapped the earth and thrashed like a bronco, but the poor girl couldn't wrench herself free of Rufus' massive weight. Her face was red from laughing. She didn't even notice it when Rufus’ thighs lifted off of her and allowed her to roll around on the floor...nor did she notice when she tumbled outside of the chalk circle that marked the arena’s edge, curled into a helpless fetal ball.

DING!!

"Ring out! Rufus is the winner!"

There was no applause. (Well, apart from Rufus' girlfriend Candy, who whooped enthusiastically in her annoying dollar-store Harley Quinn accent.) Only gasps. Mostly, everyone was just confused.

"What?! No, th-that's not fair! What kind of cheap tactics are those?!" Makoto shouted, her voice wavering from embarrassment and fury as she stood back up on wobbly legs. Her sides and her lower back were tingling as if numb, still reeling from the intense "massage" they'd just received. Her cheeks were scarlet, her breathing raspy and hard. She'd never felt so humiliated in front of the other combatants.

"Sorry, Miss Makoto, but thumb-tickling isn't against the rules in this tournament. We unfortunately have to disqualify you." The announcer's voice was firm, but sympathetic over the loudspeaker. And everyone had heard it. There was a murmur snaking throughout the crowd, as well as her fellow Street Fighters.

Makoto's stomach sank. Her lip quivering and her brows furrowed, she turned on her heel and slowly walked off. The brim of her cap shielded her eyes.

An instant one-punch KO would have been better.

Tarzan/Luca

It all happened so fast. Hot, blinding light washed over Luca, drying him instantly. For the first time in his life, there was no liquid cooling him. His face fell against a bed of rough pebbles. He whipped around like...well...a fish out of water. But he wasn't just a fish anymore.

His scales were gone.

In their place was an eerie, pinkish-white smooth surface. His blue cranial scales had retracted, replaced by a messy mop of something brown and seaweed-like. He screamed. He covered his eyes. He didn't even have time to process what was happening, so consumed was he by paranoia. But the kid nearby, who had pulled him out, just sat on a nearby rock, smirking and completely placid.

“AHHHH!! Help meeeee!” Luca wailed.

“First time?”

“Of course it is!!! I’m a good kid!!” His parents were gonna kill him!

“Hey, relax. Breathe.”

But Luca wasn’t paying attention. In the throes of his panic attack, his strange new body lurched forward and fell onto the once-purple human boy.

"Yah!"

“And what are THESE?!” Luca squeaked in terror, his voice cracking.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah, I know; no scales. See, they’re…yep, that’s it.” Luca’s new friend (?) was clearly a bit weirded out.

The tan-skinned boy accidentally yanked his wrist away from Luca with too much force…with little warning, his momentum sent him flying backwards off the rock he was sitting on, and he landed on his back in the beach pebbles. Luca shuffled forward on his elbows, still in a blind frenzy, until he was halted in his tracks by the strange kid’s right foot pressing against his shoulder.

“Hey, hey, whoa, kid; calm down,” the other stammered.

“WE HAVE FIVE FINGERS AND TOES?! How do we control that many at once?! Where are our webs?!” Luca grabbed the other boy’s foot and began to pull on & inspect the digits, and suddenly, the kid fell backwards in a fit of crazy, high-pitched giggling.

“PFFF, Heehee-Heehee-Heehee! *gasp* DAHH! No no no, dohohon’t! That tick-hlhl-hlhl-hles! *gasp* Heheh-Haha-Hahuh! No g-het ohoff, get off my tohoes, gehet off my toes, G-HET OFF MY TOES!”

Out of nowhere, the boy threw his foot out and smacked Luca right in the chin. Luca sailed back through the air until he crashed flat on his back in the shallow incoming wave, and the wet sea formed a perfect halo of green scales around his newly-human face. He was dazed. But as he laid there, attempting to come out of his stunned state, the world slowed down, and Luca finally looked at the surface for the first time.

Moving air brushed through the plants, making them wave back at him. Some kind of strange fish squawked and flapped their fins miles above his head. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before.

“Well…isn’t it great?”

“No! I-I-it’s bad, and…I’m not supposed to be up here! Good day!" Not saying another word, Luca disappeared back beneath the waves.

It took him a few moments to realize that he left his staff behind.

James & The Giant Peach/The Bad Guys

The Bad Guys had a bit of a tradition going. On each member’s birthday, no matter what, that intrepid burglar was granted once-a-year permission to take over from Mr. Wolf and plan a heist herself. (A tradition NOT observed by a certain serpent.) And Miss Tarantula had not-very-subtly been dropping hints about the Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s fortuitous reopening for about three weeks.

Wolf swallowed nervously as the whole group, dressed in black bandit jumpsuits, crawled through chilly steel ductwork beneath the building’s entrance. (All of them except Shark…he was driving the getaway van, and also disguised as a nun driving a bookmobile.)

Mr. Snake grumbled. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Webs, but she wasn’t very transparent about what exactly her plan was, and this was a brand new museum. They’d robbed the old one plenty of times, but the thing had been totally redesigned from the inside out. Just as he had the thought “We’re clueless,” he bonked into the end of the trail. Light streaked in from a grate above.

“Alright, sweetheart, I guess it’s all you,” Wolf said. Neither Snake or Tarantula was sure which one he was talking to, but they both proceeded regardless.

Quietly, Mr. Snake lifted the grate with his head, and it slid to the ground with a metal clunk. He was in the dead center of a blue moonlight patch shining down from a rose window. The polished, disinfected scent of marble and ancient vases enveloped him. They were in the cavernous white atrium. Just ahead was the grand staircase leading up into the various gallery wings. A quiet little security drone, about the size and shape of a black thumb drive, cast its blinking red light out onto the floor, humming to itself. There was nowhere that the reptilian safecracker could move without tripping an alarm.

“Ok, Webs, so what’s your brilliant plan now?” Mr. Snake hissed down in his signature sarcastic drawl.

“Glad you asked, big guy!” she told him through his earpiece. “Are ya ready? …you’re gonna be the bait!”

“WHHHHAAAT?!?” Snake’s furious outburst echoed all around the museum.

“Shhhh!!!” hissed Mr. Wolf.

“Who do you think you are?!”

“Snake, you have to trigger the motion alarms!” their master planner snapped.

"Why me?!"

"Hey; you guys said I was in charge! Me! Now trust me on this!!"

“Ohmygod I’m gonna fart,” Piranha muttered under his panicked breath.

“Are you nuts?! Absolutely not! I’m not doin that! And you can’t make me!”

“Oh yeah?!” Miss Tarantula laughed wickedly and jumped up onto Snake’s midsection. Chuckling to herself, she started tapping her extremely fuzzy legs at sonic speeds, the same way she used her “beast mode” keyboard to hack a vault, along the dead center of her companion's elongated body…and suddenly, Mr. Snake began to wiggle.

“Kkheh! Heh…Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Heh…Hey! G-het off me!” he yelled down at her. He was trying to maintain his snarky demeanor and keep still, but Webs had found his ticklish spot. He was writhing angrily in all directions, involuntarily bashing his head into the museum floor. “HHHEHeh Ha-Ha! Hn-Hn Hn! St-hop it!”

Right on cue. The red lights snapped on and the blaring museum siren roared to life.

“Alright, guys, get ready; they’re coming!” Wolf commanded his team with a hint of nervousness. This wasn’t what he’d planned at all.

“Cootchiecootchiecoo……….ahcootchiecootchiecoo…” Tarantula teased Snake in her low, raspy voice, giggling as she danced and watched him squirm.

A dozen truncheon-brandishing security guards burst through he doors and thundered down the marble stairs with a terrible roar.

"Halt! Stay where you are!!"

Every second they grew closer to the helpless constrictor that lured them in a puddle of light.

“GKHNNN!! K-Heh, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! You…you stupid jerks!! Hnuh…This isn’t fair; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha HA!!”

All of a sudden and with a violent, involuntary contortion, Mr. Snake twisted himself out of Tarantula's grip and leapt high into the air until he cast a shadow down on the charging cops, and they could only stare, bewildered, at the crooked and cackling-faced snakeskin he left behind.

The mob were barreling down far too fast to alter their course now. They all stumbled over one another as they rammed full-throttle through Mr. Snake’s abandoned skin….and straight into the almost-invisible web of patented tarantula-silk nanothread that stretched across the entire atrium behind it. They were already trapped in the net by the time Snake returned to the floor with a splat.

Bingo.

“Alright, guys, let’s get moving! We’ve only got a couple minutes!” Tarantula called triumphantly as she hopped out of the hole in the floor.

“Webs, you’re a genius.” Mr. Wolf climbed up too, followed by Piranha, and the group charged into the museum proper.

“Gah! I am going to EAT you!” Mr. Snake roared angrily at Tarantula.

“Ooo, yeah, scary; I’ll just make sure to tickle you from the inside on my way down!” she laughed at him.

Her plan had gone off without a hitch. By the time the local police were finally dispatched to the source of the alarm, every silkskreen print and multi-limbed Hindu statue in the museum was already gone. Millions in art, down the drain.

And in a bookmobile across town, there were four gleeful partygoers, popping corks and celebrating a night of revelry...

....along with one very sour snake.

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Suptober 26 Oct.: Hum

"I hate to say it, but I think Rowena's right that wormwood is not going to be useful–" Cas began.

"Bunker's haunted," Dean interrupted.

deancas, post-s12 au (alive cas + real baby jack), fluff

"Cas, do you hear that?"

"What, Dean?"

"That's what I'm asking: there's a noise."

Cas turned on the bedside lamp. "I can hear a lot more than you can basically every waking second, so you're going to have to narrow it down."

Dean flopped back onto the mattress. "It's already stopped."

"What did it sound like?" Cas rearranged the top sheet and a blanket that had managed to get all wadded up at the foot of the bed.

Dean didn't answer since he was out like a narcoleptic. Cas snapped off the lamp and refrained from hitting Dean in the face with a pillow; it would've disturbed the baby.

Halfway across the kitchen floor, Dean halted, plates in hand.

Cas looked up from his (Sam's) laptop. "Muscle cramp?" he guessed. Dean had occasionally bolted upright in bed from spasms that had something to do with Charlie's horses.

"What is that," Dean whispered harshly, eyes darting around like he was watching flies fight.

Cas started to say, "I don't–"

"Nevermind, it's stopped." Dean unfroze and kept moving towards the table with their dinner.

"Taco Tuesday?" Sam asked as he came down the steps into the kitchen.

"Help yourself," Dean said around a mouth full of beans.

Sam's plate ensured there would not be leftovers. "Where's Jack?"

"Down for a nap." Cas nodded at the audio monitor on the counter. "We had fun at the pumpkin patch earlier."

"Oh, I bet." Sam grinned. "Jody texted me a couple of photos."

Dean groaned. "First of all, corn mazes are configured by sadists. Secondly, sometimes babies puke, Sam. Grow up."

Sam grinned more broadly, and chomped down on a stack of tortilla chips with salsa.

A final decision on if they'd all be staying in the bunker was still being debated, possibly to the death the way Sam and Dean argued about it after a few beers. In the meantime, since Jack was only four months old, it was easy enough to just wheel him in his bassinet into any room they wanted. Or plunk him into his cozy car carrier, which he loved. Or stick him on his baby yoga mat – Dean's term for it – and let him attempt to roll around with a few squishy toys and a teether shaped, for no apparent reason, like an octopus.

Cas was in one of the file rooms, with Jack doing some wee calisthenics on his back in the little bed, when he noticed Dean backtrack to the door after initially strolling past.

"I hate to say it, but I think Rowena's right that wormwood is not going to be useful–" Cas began.

"Bunker's haunted," Dean interrupted.

Cas waited.

Dean stepped into the room, looking spooked. "I heard the noise. I've been hearing the noise. Someone or something is trying to tell us something."

"Dean, I assure you, I have hearing far superior to yours, and I have not heard anything out of the ordinary." Cas walked over and took his hand. "The bunker has all sorts of instruments that emit a variety of noises at a variety of frequencies, some of which are surely lower than a human's ears could detect." He squeezed Dean's hand. "You also don't sleep particularly well, which isn't new but also, I know, hasn't been helped by Jack and I staying in your room."

Cas took a breath. "Would it help if we slept in my room for a few nights? Let you catch up on some real rest."

"No," Dean said, sounding cross and crestfallen. "This isn't– You said it, I don't sleep well most of the time, so not sleeping like the experts would recommend isn't causing a problem. Not this problem anyway." He squeezed Cas's hand back. "Besides, I, uh. Like you being in there."

"All right." Cas placed a kiss beside Dean's eye. "I'm going to go back to researching the hupia."

Dean spent four days waving every EMF meter they owned over every square inch of the bunker and looking increasingly peeved that not a single meter so much as blipped in response. Cas almost felt jealous of Sam being out on a case with Rowena.

They'd brought the rocking chair from Kelly's house, and at night Cas rocked Jack to sleep with a story. It had been tricky at first – scarier, somehow, than expected – figuring out how to balance a swaddled infant and a book with only two human-type arms and one human-type lap, but once Cas got the hang of it, it became his favorite way to end the day.

Well, that involved the baby.

Jack's minuscule eyelids were drooping by the time Cas finished the board book about berserk hippos a half hour ago. Cas kept rocking, rocking. He'd sung Jack a few mangled verses from "Landslide" and was just humming the rest, soft and low, as Dean tiptoed in, closing the door behind him.

Dean petted his hand down Cas's arm as he crept around the rocker to the bed. "Want me to put him down for you?" he whispered.

Cas nodded and passed Jack over like a loaf of fresh-baked bread. Dean cradled Jack's head and neck in his hand as he slid him into the bassinet like the expert he was. The baby put up no complaint. Dean smiled softly down at him and rolled the bassinet to the side of the bed at a slow, steady pace.

He turned and held out his hand to Cas. Cas took it and rose into his arms. They held each other for a while, Cas's head tucked under Dean's chin. Cas sighed into the comfort and the warmth.

"There it is," Dean hissed suddenly, pulling away and head whipping around wildly. Cas grabbed Dean's arms to keep him from going any further. Dean went stock still, pupils blown, complexion ghostly. "What is that?" Dean whispered in a desperate plea.

Cas listened. Oh. Finally, he understood what Dean was hearing. He maneuvered Dean back over to the bassinet.

Dean looked down at Jack and made a series of comedically outsized eye blinks. He leaned further down, staring and staring, like he could not make sense of what was being witnessed.

"He's humming." Dean's voice rasped with awe. In quick succession he looked up at Cas and back at the baby and then back to Cas. "He knows how to hum?"

He sounded both so lost and so elated that Cas could barely keep from covering his own face with his hands out of some difficult to describe emotion.

Instead, Cas nodded. "He does it all the time. Has been for weeks. I didn't know you didn't know."

"How does he know how to hum?" Dean demanded, his tone still caught between outraged and delighted.

"There's music playing all the time around him. And you sing a lot more than you may realize. The other day you were singing 'Mustang Sally' to him at bath time. Incessantly," Cas added. He did not love that particular song.

Dean stood up straight. Jack was completely asleep, making no sound save his tiny baby breaths. Dean watched him for a second and Cas watched Dean. Cas's chest seemed too full for whatever he was feeling as Dean touched a fingertip to Jack's curled fist.

"Apparently babies humming is very common," Cas said, in case it helped. "On one message board I read, a parent said their little girl also sometimes made creaky door noises."

Dean huffed a small laugh. "Thank goodness Jack doesn't do that too; I'd have gone completely mad by now." He returned to Cas and put his arms around him again. "He's a very smart baby."

"I already knew that," Cas said, but kissed Dean anyway.

note: i'm not saying Jack's humming on purpose to freak Dean out, but I'm not not saying it either 😇

#suptober22 #deancas #destiel #fic #spn #snippetfic #suptober

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