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aheckinmess · 4 months ago

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Quiet Strength

(Part 6 of Cursed, Not Cute.)

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Tags: Dad Sukuna, Ryomen Sukuna, Ryoumen Sukuna, OC Child, Satoru Gojo, Child Satoru Gojo, Protective Sukuna, Sukuna is Bad at Feelings, No One is Surprised There, Angst, Fluff, Mostly Fluff/Comfort Because I Needed It, Tiger Spirit, Baekho, We Love Her, Headcanon of My Own Fic, That She Attached Her Spirit to Besu Because Their Levels of Sass Mesh So Well Together, Sukuna is Not Impressed, But He'll Get Over It, Gojo Still Has Yet to Learn Proper Self-Preservation Skills

Word Count: 1,640 words

Summary: While Besu and Gojo battle a brush with death, Sukuna finds himself having a dilemma about what to do regarding his daughter's growing compassionate ideals. So, when she comes rushing in asking for his help with Gojo, he determines there's only one decision he can make to show her where he stands on the matter.

Chapter 6: Quiet Strength

Sukuna felt a shift in the atmosphere, no doubt from Besu’s cursed energy. When he felt Satoru Gojo’s added onto it, he waved it off as the two sparring. Normally, he might feel more concern for his only daughter, except that he was having a dilemma on her behalf.

He paced across the luxurious den with his eternal scowl in place, disfiguring his tattoos as Besu once again had his damn emotions in a twist. The more she grew, the more Sukuna was forced to acknowledge that she was growing into a woman with her own ideals. Ideals that didn’t fit with his destructive mold. Ideals that he’d originally hoped would be in line with an heir befitting the terror of his name. Instead, Besu clung to her compassion as viciously as Sukuna devoted himself to his destruction.

If he weren’t so focused on what he should do, he might have detected the second wave of desperation coming from Besu’s cursed energy only a few blocks away.

Instead, when Besu’s shouts echoed through their vast mansion, he huffed from the top of the stairs, irritated at being torn from his musings.

“What do you–Besu?” The reasons for her childish screaming through the halls immediately became clear when he saw a bloodied corpse in her arms. Sukuna’s mind worked just as quick as his body as he rushed over to her. “What the hell happened?!”

Possibilities played through his mind. Had his daughter finally fulfilled her purpose as his wanton successor of savagery? Or was it something as simple as the boy doing something reckless and stupid to cause her to look so afraid and adamant as she presented Gojo to him?

When Toji’s name fell from Besu’s lips, Sukuna could only gape at her. Revenge boiled in his veins but lowered to a simmer when she handed over Gojo. Suddenly, Sukuna could only see her as she’d been at seven, terrified and begging her father for help.

His heir. His daughter. His world.

Her maroon eyes pierced his chest more precisely than any dagger ever could.

“Dad…please don’t let Satoru die.”

Sukuna shouldn’t have been so torn by the decision as his daughter swayed forward and he caught her with his second pair of arms. He wanted to heal her and ignore the bothersome Gojo brat, but Besu remained a weak spot in Sukuna’s armored psyche and it was clear her injuries were not as life-threatening.

Plus, he’d been the one to suggest she find friends in the first place because he’d promised it would be beneficial to her to have allies. And he’d be damned if he ate his own words.

“You little shits.” Sukuna growled, before turning to Gojo, who barely clung to life.

“You would speak so callously of Toji’s slayers?” Baekho’s form drifted into the mansion - or had she always been sitting there behind Besu? - seeming duller than usual. “I will care for the cub. You take care of young Satoru.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Sukuna hissed, lashing out as fear gripped him by the throat. “Remember your place, beast.”

“You’d do well to remember yours, young Ryomen.”

“Young? Tch. I’m over a thousand years old.” He snarled, using reverse cursed technique and watching the boy’s injuries fade as blood still stained his skin.

“And my spirit was here at the beginning of time to watch the birth of this world. You are all young to me. Now, shut up and heal the boy.” Baekho snarled, touching her nose to Besu’s forehead as her stripes glowed and Besu’s injuries disappeared. “Besu will need ample rest. She will not be waking for some time.”

“Why not? Was this your doing?” Sukuna hadn’t felt so feral since he’d executed his month-long war for the takeover of Japan. Few matched him in terms of strength, but hearing that his daughter might not wake up brought out a different sort of unhinged rage within him.

“No. Her power has expanded and evolved.” Baekho replied calmly, nudging her muzzle under Besu until she could heft her onto her back. “My own rage allows me an increase in power, turning my spirit and energy red. However, it would appear that the culmination of young Besu’s rage and my own amplify that power even more between the two of us. Coupled with your technique that you’ve taught her, your cub is a force even Toji was unable to match.”

“You mean my technique that Besu has yet to execute properly?” Sukuna sneered.

“I mean your technique that Besu used to deal the killing blow.”

. . . . .

Besu woke up feeling like she’d been hit by a truck. After blinking a few times in the dim light, she remembered that “truck” was Toji Fushiguro. When she grunted and turned to see her father asleep on a couch across from her bed, it suddenly didn’t matter.

“Daddy?” She whimpered, muscles groaning under every attempt at movement.

“Mmm…? Bechan!” Sukuna jumped to her side in a moment, sheltering her from the harsh danger of the world as he pulled her against his chest in a hug that squished together all of her broken pieces. Every broken part of her felt stitched together and whole again. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

“Everything feels sore.” She said, closing her eyes and feeling much like she wished she had as a child - protected and prized by her father. But her eyes flashed open as she looked up to him with a frantic question. “Is Satoru okay?”

“The boy is fine.” Sukuna rolled his eyes. “I’m told you fought Toji Fushiguro and came out the victor.”

“Baekho was responsible for our ability to come out victorious. Satoru and I weren’t able to land many hits. It was only when he was hurt that I felt capable of doing any real damage.” Besu sighed, her eyes falling to her deep blue quilt.

“Baekho herself told me that you used my technique to deal the final blow.” Sukuna said, forcing Besu’s eyes up by lifting her chin with his finger. “You’ve grown so much.”

“I know. I am sorry I have not grown into the daughter you’ve desired I would become.”

“No, you haven’t.” His words choked her, disappointment squeezing the breath out of her. Was that why he was squeezing her so hard? Had he finally overcome his sentiment from her childhood and decided to dispose of her before she could ruin everything? “You’ve grown into something better.”

The world as she knew it crashed around her feet, scattered in an ocean of tears as her father’s words urged her closer to his chest. She knew the moment couldn’t last, that this tender moment didn’t fit the King of Curses and he’d quickly usher her away when he felt too awkward about showing emotion.

“Don’t think this changes anything.” Sukuna’s muscles tensed before relaxing again. “But we’ll talk about it later. For now, you must rest. Baekho says your power has grown and it took a lot out of you.”

“But what about Satoru?” Besu frowned.

“Yeah, what about me?”

Gojo’s lanky figure reclined against Besu’s door frame and every worry she had disappeared in the glistening blue of his eyes.

“Satoru!” She bolted upright and forced herself to her feet.

Big mistake.

Sukuna caught her when she toppled forward and smirked as he ushered her back into her bed. Besu also didn’t miss that Gojo went from leaning in the doorway to the center of her room by the time she was in bed.

“No need to kill yourself on my part.” Gojo shook his head, keeping a wary eye on Sukuna as he did. Similarly, Besu watched her father eye Gojo speculatively.

“You can stop glaring at each other, you know.” Besu huffed, before the absence of another stole her breath.

Baekho! Where are you?! Are you–

I am here. The tiger chuffed in her mind, relaxing Besu with her familiar rumble. You are not ridding yourself of me that easily.

“I think I have a right to glare at the boy that put my daughter in a situation where she might have been killed.” Sukuna said.

“It wasn’t my fault! Besides, I thought the great and mighty King of Curses would have trained his daughter better.” Gojo snorted.

“Hold your tongue, brat! If it wasn’t for Besu, I’d have let you die! Hell, I’d have dealt the final blow and been done with you!”

Gojo opened his mouth to respond, before Besu sent him a glare that capsized his attitude, rendering him silent.

“I see your brush with death may have humbled your spirit, but you’re still ignorant in the way of self-preservation.” Baekho swirled from Besu and the bed, floating between the group as she stretched her back and claws.

“Yeah, well…” Gojo shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I figure you all can grant me some patience, seeing as I nearly died.”

“Not as much patience as I’m granting you to stand so far away from me.” Besu finally found her voice, reaching out her arms in an unspoken need.

Gojo smiled, softening instantly before he spared a glance at Sukuna and stepped over to wrap Besu in a hug.

“I’m glad you’re alive too, ya know?” Gojo whispered. “I was terrified I’d find you waiting for me in the afterlife.”

“Oh, please. You’d have been waiting for me, first.”

“No way! Or…well…maybe. But only because I was actually on the offensive! Plus, you had Baekho!”

“I’m just hearing excuses…” Besu laughed.

“Ha! Maybe I should have let you do all the work then!”

And as the two bickered, Sukuna watched, a now-familiar warmth in his chest. Because even though his daughter stood for everything he claimed to be weak, he could doubt it no longer.

His daughter’s strength rivaled even his own.

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clariannahoney · 4 months ago

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Omega's Triple Alpha Bliss Part 1

She had always known she was different. The way her body responded to certain scents, the way her heart raced at the sight of certain men. But nothing could have prepared her for this. Here she was, lying in nothing but a pair of lacy panties, with two Alphas sandwiching her from either side, their hands roaming over her body as they praised her like she was some kind of goddess. The third Alpha, Matthew Kim, was on top of her, straddling her small frame as he softly palmed her mound and pressed loving kisses up and down her neck.

"Oh, my," she gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. It was too much, too intense, and yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away. She was trapped in a web of desire, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You're so beautiful," Baekho murmured against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. His hand slid down to cup her breast, squeezing gently as he nuzzled her neck. "So perfect."

Kai, on her other side, leaned in to nip at her earlobe, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. "Such a good girl," he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. "You deserve all this and more."

Matthew's kisses trailed down to her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He lifted his head to look at her, his dark eyes filled with lust and something else—something deeper. "Do you like that, baby? Do you like being worshipped like this?"

She nodded, unable to speak, her throat dry with need. She wanted to say yes, to tell them how much she loved it, how much she needed it. But the words wouldn't come out. All she could do was moan as Matthew's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing her entrance.

Baekho's hand moved to her other breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Look at her, so responsive," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "So eager for us."

Kai chuckled, his hand sliding up to join Baekho's on her breast. "Maybe we should give her what she wants," he suggested, his tone playful. "What do you think, Matthew?"

Matthew's fingers were still working their magic, stroking her clit with slow, deliberate movements. "I think she deserves it," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "But let's make sure she knows how grateful we are first."

With that, he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching off the bed as the other two Alphas continued their ministrations. Baekho's hand moved lower, slipping beneath her panties to join Matthew's fingers inside her. Kai's hand left her breast to trail down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her panties to tease her ass.

The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. She felt like she was going to explode, her body thrumming with need. "Please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, I can't—"

Matthew pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Can't what, baby?" he asked, his voice soft and coaxing.

"I can't take it anymore," she confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's too much."

Baekho and Kai exchanged a glance, both of them grinning wickedly. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Baekho said, his voice soothing. "We'll take care of you."

With that, he pushed her panties down to her knees, exposing her completely to their gaze. Matthew shifted slightly, positioning himself between her legs as he lined his cock up with her entrance. "Ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice husky with need.

She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Matthew didn't waste any time. With one smooth motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out at the sensation, her body clenching around him as he began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

Baekho and Kai watched with rapt attention, their hands still roaming over her body. "Fuck, she's tight," Baekho muttered, his voice filled with awe. "So wet."

Kai nodded in agreement, his hand moving to stroke her clit in time with Matthew's thrusts. "Perfect," he said, his voice reverent. "Absolutely perfect."

Matthew's pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers with increasing urgency. She could feel her orgasm building, closer and closer with each thrust. "Almost there," she panted, her voice strained with effort. "So close."

Baekho leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Let go, sweetheart," he urged. "Let yourself go."

With a cry of release, she did just that, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Matthew followed soon after, his own release spilling into her as he continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, she lay there, panting and spent, her body limp and relaxed. The three Alphas surrounded her, their hands still touching her, their eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good girl," Matthew murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "So good."

Baekho and Kai echoed his sentiment, their voices filled with pride and affection. "You were amazing," Baekho said, his hand stroking her hair. "Truly incredible."

Kai leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. "We're so lucky to have you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

She smiled weakly, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly happy, truly fulfilled. And as she drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the three men who adored her, she knew that this was where she was meant to be.

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