#Frog Skin Binding

[hoshigray]

Request! Geto never had to worry bc reader basically never interacts with guys. That 3we until he saw her hugging her male coworker and now he has to put her in place if ykiwm😋

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh yikesss, possessive sugu incoming, oof. lmao this is lowkey like the one i did for my kinktober, but what the hell

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - canon divergence; Geto is a jujutsu tech sorcerer - shibari; rope bondage (cross-chest box tie, frogtie) - sex toys; use of a vibrator - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - pleasure denial - mild possessive behavior - pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl, my love, sweetie) - cameo: Gojo - mention of drool/saliva.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“Hahhh…ahhaa, Sug’ruu, I can’t…Mmm!”

“Aww, are you feeling well, my love? You look awful.”

And whose fault would that be?

Geto removes his jacket to put aside one of the chairs of the many desks. He stretches his sides and cracks his neck, releasing a massive sigh after a long inhale. He’s now relaxed that he’s back in his classroom. 

However, he isn’t the only one here. Someone he knows is here with him — waiting for him to return. And Geto’s lips curl into a smile once he looks down to see someone on the cold wooden floor.

You were in nude form, clothes sprawled to the side of you. A long red rope contorts around your body, binding your arms behind your back with your wrists tied together. Your thighs and ankles were restricted together; the red ropes tied the leg together to that of a frog-like position. And a red blindfold covers your line of sight. You were whining and writhing in this bounded position. Why? 

Geto slowly walks around you to take in the view, noticing that the vibrators he placed on your body were still where he had left it. Your nipples had a vibrator taped on to each, and the buzzing noises made Geto’s skin crawl. There was another set of bullet vibrators buzzing down south. Three white wires are connected to a remote lying on the floor, and they seem to be stuffed inside the wet entrance of your chasm. So, five vibrators are teasing your body all at once. What a hell. 

He comes down to your level, bringing you up with a hand to lie on his propped knee, and your breathing so low and hushed. “How are you feeling, angel?” He lifts the blindfold to have you peek at him, noticing your eyes are puffy and wet. Poor thing was crying for him.

“Sugu…” You called him by his nickname, a tool in hopes of getting on his good side. “Can you…please…”

Dark eyebrows raise, “Please what, pretty girl?” He shields your eyes again and slithers his hand down from your chin to your neck, and he loves how your breathing lessens when he approaches your breasts. He pulls off one taped vibrator to free the bud. For a moment before he blows on it, “What do you want from me?”

“Can I—Ohh!” His tongue flicks your nipple; it’s so sensitive and sore! “Can I please…cum…?”

“Ahh, what a dirty girl,” Geto chuckles to you as he kisses your mound, his hand now traveling further down to the three wires on the floor. He gently pulls one, a loud noise of one vibrator bumping into another. “You were doing so well being patient for me. I have one more meeting, baby; why can’t you wait after that?”

Your breathing gets shaky, leaning towards his frame to get through. “Because...Mmmm, I want you to make me feel—Ohh…! Good...”

“Is that right?” More laps around your nipple before he sucks it in. “You want me to make you feel good? Not Satoru?” You gulped at the mention of the other’s name, feeling Geto’s intense, indigo gaze on your face. 

In all honesty, Geto admits he can be a jealous man — especially regarding you, his sweet angel. The reason why you’re in this situation is because your partner saw you hug another man yesterday. Satoru Gojo, the dark-haired man’s best friend of all people! Granted, it was because you were only giving a gift of sweets to the tall sorcerer because he came back from a terrible, dangerous mission with Geto. And the white-haired fool, oblivious to personal space as always, brought you in for a hug as he thanked you for the bag of sweets you handed him. 

Putting his hands on you did make Geto unpleasant, yet this was Gojo we were talking about; the guy acts like personal boundaries don’t apply to him. However, what did upset the man more was you reciprocating the embrace with a cheerful smile — a smile only Geto was to bear witness to. It twinged his heart – cliche, but it did. You toyed with his feelings, and he had to correct you for such behavior. 

The man increases the intensity of the vibrators inside your cunt, and your body jerks unexpectedly. He then slides a finger inside your vagina to play around your walls with the toys, and you have to remind yourself not to scream as his fingertips scrape the velvet texture. “You hurt my feelings, sweetie,” he listens to your whimpers get higher and higher as he increases the speed of his finger. “You know I’m not one for sharing — especially with Satoru.” 

“Hahhh, Sugu’uuu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ You press your lips together to suppress a moan once Geto takes your nipple back into his mouth, pushing the nub to the roof of his mouth and skimming it with his teeth. A sharp gasp escapes your frame at the addition of another finger inside you, and more tears well up from how much stimulation is happening. “Nmoohh, please, I won’t do it again…”

“You promise?” He whispers into your ear, slowly removing his fingers to increase the intensity of the vibrators inside you. Those same fingers now go to your clit where he swipes in slow circles, and you nearly choke on your spit. “Tell me, who’s my favorite girl?” 

“Mee! I’m y’re favorite…!” Despite the ropes tightening around your ankles and thighs, your lower half still jolts to his touch on your delicate pearl, trying to sway your hips to move with the friction. 

“And who’s your only favorite man in this world?”

“You, Sugu!” Oh, the way you desperately said his nickname was so pathetic to hear — so sweet. He couldn’t stop the sneer from flourishing on his face. “You’re my favorite—Mmmph! Always…”

Good girl. “You wanna come so bad, baby?” His thumb and forefinger rub against your clitoris, evoking cute squeaks to fly out your drooling mouth. You nod hastily; that’s not what he wanted, so he pinches your clit. “Words, pretty girl, words.”

“Yessh, please let me cum, my love…!” Now that’s what he wanted to hear, being all cute and pitiful for him to grant you what you’re craving. And you can feel it coming, your nerves heightened with the climb of your orgasm.

But then, you sense his fingers gone from your clit, the cold air occupying their absence. Instead, he puts the vibrator that once teased your nipple back and rests your figure onto the cold wooden floor once more. Your brows screw together with quivered lips, “No, pleaseee! Don’t leave me again!” You whined.

Too late, he was adorning his jacket and heading out for the sliding door of the classroom. “I’m sorry, angel, but I gotta get to this meeting first. Don’t make too much noise while I’m gone, okay?” God, you pulled his heart the way you helplessly laid there. “Don’t give me that look, my love. I’ll be right back when it’s done.” He steps outside and closes the door behind him, swiftly locking it while checking for his surroundings.

And it was a good thing he did, too. Because right around the corner came his best friend, Gojo, the blindfolded sorcerer, retrieving the raven-headed other. “Yo, there ya are, Suguru! The meeting’s about to start; don’t slack off before Yaga comes for our heads.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he walks alongside his companion, heading to the other side of the hall. 

“Hmm, by the way, where’s Y/n?” The white-haired man inquires while scratching his ear. “I haven’t seen them since this morning.”

Geto hums to the question, the shrug of his shoulders to seal the deal. “They felt sick all of a sudden, went to go see Shoko to check.”

The taller sorcerer tilts his head with a scoff. “Who said you were a good liar?”

“You’re one to talk.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[sweetfictionalworld]

Hi there, love your writings and especially the smut - they're so descriptive and hot!!!😏😏😁😁 Wonder if you could write Quaritch with kinks about rope, wooden paddle and belt. I don't have a plot in mind, you're free to explore all you want 🙄🙄🙄🙄 I'd understand if you don't want to write it since these elements can be triggering to some people. Anyhow, love your work!!!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! 🤗 Hehe, don't worry. These are my favorite elements and those who find it triggering shouldn't read it. I'll hope you enjoy it and I hope you don't mind I wrote this with human Quaritch 🙈

PUNISHMENT - Human!Miles Quaritch x Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, BDSM elements, Use of belt, Bondage, Spanking (just imaging those muscles flexing when he's gripping that paddle 🥵), Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex.

"What was the one thing I ordered you not to do?" Miles asked sternly while binding your naked body with ropes.

"To not walk away from the group, Sir," you replied in a low whisper as you looked up at his stern face.

"Exactly. And what did you do?" He wasn't showing any emotions as he secured you in the frog tie position with your wrists and thighs bound together and your arms bound behind your back. He placed you on your back, leaving you immobile with your ass high up in the air and your pussy open on display for him. He looked up at your face, waiting for an answer.

You gulped. "I walked away from the group, Sir."

"And what happened?"

"A Thanator attacked me."

"That's right. You're lucky I was close by so I could kill it before you got hurt. Just see what one of them did to me. You're not a soldier, y/n. You're a scientist. And you need me to take care of you, to keep you safe," Miles spoke softly but firmly as he took his belt off and looped it around your neck.

"Yes, Sir," you replied and licked your lips as you looked up at him with big, lust-filled eyes. His intense, blue eyes held your gaze as he fastened the belt tightly around your throat.

"Then, you understand that I have to punish you for disobeying me."

"Yes, Sir," you said, biting your bottom lip as a wave of arousal flooded your pussy when Miles picked out the wooden paddle amongst his equipment.

"You will get ten swats, and I want you to count them all."

"Yes, Sir," you said anew and yelped when the first sting hit your bare ass without warning. Fuck, he was really angry with you.

"O-One," you mewled out and gasped when Miles grabbed the end of the belt and yanked it to the side, tightening the choke hold on your throat. Miles raised his massive, muscular arm and placed another mind-blowing spank on your ass.

"T-Two!" you cried out, feeling your skin already getting sore and red from the impact of the paddle. Miles' face revealed nothing as he continued spanking you, each swat jerking your body and sending a jolt of arousal through your core. Tears started prickling in your eyes, but you held them back. You wanted to make him proud, show him how strong you could be. You kept looking up into his eyes, your teeth sinking into your trembling lips as you whimpered out each number.

Miles watched aroused as each swat of the paddle created a new pattern of pretty redness on your skin while listening to the sound of your sweet voice counting each spank. His cock twitched with each cracking sound of the paddle hitting your skin. He looked up at your face and, saw the tears swimming in your eyes, saw how much you struggled to hold them back. But he also knew you didn't only feel the pain. He knew exactly what this did to your body, the mix of pain and arousal flooding your flesh each time the paddle hit your skin.

As you counted the last swat, you exhaled a breathy gasp of relief while your chest was heaving with exhaustion.

"You did so good, baby girl. So good," Miles praised while gently caressing your sore skin, smirking when he saw your pussy clenching in response. "Well, well... look at your pretty pussy lips, all puffy and greedy for my attention."

Without warning, Miles bent down and flicked his tongue across your slit. You gasped in pleasant surprise, moaned when Miles started working his jaw at a feral pace, growling like an animal as he lapped up your sweet juices with his eager tongue. He plunged it inside you, thrusting it in and out of your wet hole at a rapid pace. His tongue moved up to flick your clit, and that was it. Hips jerking and pussy clenching, you came with a guttural moan in your throat.

Miles had never tasted anything as deliciously sweet as you. He wanted more and more, couldn't get enough of your arousal flooding his mouth when your climax swept through your body. He licked and sucked your pussy lips into his mouth, growled when you responded so lovely to his touch, drenching his mouth and face with your sticky juices. His dick was painfully hard, and he reached down, shuddering as he zipped down his pants and wrapped his hand around his throbbing member.

Fuck…

He wanted to be inside you so badly, feel your warm essence coat his cock. Miles licked you through another one of your orgasms, lapping softly until your body relaxed and your chest heaved heavily with exhaustion.

"Fuck, y/n...you drive me crazy, you know that?" Miles grunted and crawled on top of you. He grabbed your thighs and slammed inside you in one hard thrust.

"Fuck!" both of you moaned in unison as Miles' cock filled you up and hit the deepest parts of your core. Eyes widening, you stared up at him as he stretched out your inner walls. Fuck, you would never get used to how big he was.

"Damn, you feel so good, sweetheart," Miles mumbled and started thrusting, clenching his teeth when your wet pussy tightened around him. "So fucking tight and wet."

"Oh, Miles…," you hummed in a breathy exhale. "You feel so good inside me, Sir."

Miles looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, loved the cute, little mewls he was coaxing from your parted lips as he fucked you hard and deep. Miles straightened his body, grabbed the end of the belt around your neck, and pulled on it as he started pounding into you hard and fast.

Pulses of pleasure shot through your core each time he pulled on the belt around your throat. Your mind went blank, your head swimming in a cloud of pleasure as you looked up at the Colonel fucking you. The image of him saving you earlier flashed before you. The look he had in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He had looked angry, but most of all, he had looked scared.

Your body rocked in pace with his thrusts, his cock pumping in and out of you, building up a tightening knot of pleasure in your lower belly.

"I’m gonna…I’m coming!" you moaned just as pleasure erupted, and your pussy clenched around Miles' cock.

"Fuck!" Miles growled, his cock twitching as your pussy clamped down on him. With a final thrust, his body jerked, and he swelled deep inside you, emptying his cum inside your fluttering core.

Miles pulled out of you, his chest heaving rapidly as he untied you from the ropes and belt, and cradled you across his lap.

"Are you alright?" Miles asked, kissing your forehead.

"Mmhmm," you smiled softly and sighed with content as you nuzzled into his hard chest, feeling safe, loved, and protected as he embraced you with his strong arms.

[water9826]

Cursed Guardians (A JJK Fic)

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“I’m going to fucking murder you, Sukuna.”

“That’d kill you too, dumbass.”

“I don’t care! How could you NOT do the ONE thing I requested of you?!”

“Oi! It ain’t my fault that I didn’t notice!”

“You were supposed to tell me the second you sensed Yuuji’s presence! For fuck’s sake, you made a binding vow with me!”

“And nothing’s happened to me, right? I didn’t tell you about Yuuji on purpose. I didn’t sense him, so the binding vow wasn’t broken. I did nothing wrong!”

“YOU’RE SUCH A– I JUST– AGH! I HATE YOU!”

“WHAT?! I GOT US BACK HOME, YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!”

“Yeah, you did get us home, but you want to know what you also did? YOU ALERTED ALL THE JUJUTSU SORCERERS IN JAPAN! YOU PRACTICALLY INVITED THEM TO OUR HOUSE!”

“THEY AREN’T GOING TO COME! HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF INTIMIDATION TACTICS?!  THEY’LL BE TOO BUSY PISSING THEIR PANTS TO EVEN TRY TO FIND US!”

“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL-”

An ear piercing wail made all arguing screech to a halt. Ryomen glared murderously at Sukuna before heading to the baby’s room. The much taller being followed the man with a scowl that was more resemblant of a pout. 

-One hour Earlier-

Once Infinite had deposited the group to the requested location, Ryomen had immediately gotten to work on cleaning up his long lost son of any grime he had collected when at the forest with soft baby wipes. The infant whined in pain when Ryomen gently brushed his finger against the dark markings on his chubby face and arms. A million questions flooded the man’s mind, but he ignored all of them due to the teary, golden eyes looking up at him. Ryomen’s heart melted and twisted at the same time at the sight. He soon began to prepare the formula for the hungry infant. The moment the bottle was placed in Yuuji’s mouth, the baby quickly devoured the meal greedily. As the infant drank, his loyal protectors were in a circle, watching him dutifully. At some point, Overtime used one of his wrappings to wipe off the mess of milk from Yuuji’s face due to the baby’s clumsy drinking. It caused the baby to squeal with laughter, causing everyone in the room to soften at the sight. Even Sukuna had to bite his lip in order to hide a smile at the happy squeals.

Once Yuuji had finished his meal and was burped, Ryomen carried the baby to the bathroom to give him a much needed bath. While the wipes had done well to clean off the dirt, a proper, warm bath was needed to help sooth the baby’s irritated skin and get rid of the tiny sticks in his hair. His six guardians had tried to follow them into the bathroom, but Ryomen was quick to scold them. Only Supernova was allowed to enter due to his small size. The cat purred loudly before jumping onto Ryomen’s shoulder. Yuuji made grabbing motions towards the purple feline. Because Supernova had been the first being that the baby saw, the boy had imprinted on Supernova. An undeniably smug look appeared in Supernova’s eyes as he peered at the other guardians while Yuuji’s attention was fully on the cat. Infinite squawked loudly in pure offense, the colorful feathers along his back raised to show just how unhappy he was at Ryomen’s decision. When the draconic creature tried to use his long body to steal Yuuji, Chimera was quick to summon one of his frogs to wrap around Infinite's beak before it could make contact. The dark goop immediately began to stick into the white fur of Infinite’s back, eliciting another affronted squawk. 

“Damn, he’s loud. Think we’re going to have trouble with that in the future?” Ryomen raised a brow at Sukuna. Fortunately, the noise did not scare Yuuji in the slightest. In fact, the baby giggled and cooed at the draconic bird amalgamation. This made Infinite shake off the black goop and try to nuzzle the baby’s head, responding with coos and trills of his own. However, a swipe from Supernova’s paw caused the larger creature to whine with disappointment. 

“It will definitely be a problem moving forward. That thing cannot live without annoying someone else. He never knows when to shut up. You can chop off his upper half and he’d still be a pain in the ass.” A glare was sent to the dramatic bird, who had used his smoky tail to hit Sukuna in the face. Sukuna suppressed a growl, not noticing that Ryomen was looking at him oddly from his choice of words. 

Ryomen sighed, more than used to the ancient curse’s weird phrasing. He adjusted the now wiggling baby in a more secure grip and looked at the other guardians. He was briefed on the names and purposes of the guardians that would accompany Yuuji long ago, but nothing could have prepared him for how strange they looked. Any grievances he would have had disappeared once he heard his son’s happy squeals as Supernova began to groom the small amount of pink hair on Yuuji’s head. The cat was clearly different from the average feline. Not just from his purple fur and spikes, but also his behavior. All the cats Ryomen had interacted with in the past had no qualms with biting or scratching him if he so much as breathed the wrong way. In contrast, Supernova let the baby grab at his tail which most cats would have clawed someone for doing. His purrs were somehow much more soothing than other cats. The purring Supernova was emitting made vibrations go through Ryomen’s body, causing him to unconsciously relax. It had the same effect on Yuuji, so he knew he had to act quickly. Bathing a cranky baby was something Ryomen had no desire to deal with at this time of night. 

To his chagrin, the five guardians that weren’t allowed to enter the bathroom were sulking. Boogie and Infinite were the loudest with their complaints, one was howling in pure agony while the other was chirping as pitifully as possible. The rose on Resonance’s left eye wilted at the edges while the green lights on Chimera’s face had dimmed considerably. It was nearly impossible to read Overtime’s body language, so Ryomen paid attention to the looser wrappings around his body. The wrappings were subtly reaching out in the direction of Yuuji. He felt terrible for separating the guardians from their precious ward.

Catching onto Ryomen’s internal dilemma, Sukuna rolled his eyes. “The guardians will not disappear if they are away from Yuuji for five seconds. I suggest you bathe Yuuji now, considering how sleepy the brat is getting.” 

“He’s not a brat!” Ryomen responded instantly. Although, he knew that Sukuna was right about Yuuji’s sleepiness. “Just make sure they don’t break in, okay? They can watch by the door if they get too restless.”

“They’re already restless, so that is a given” Sukuna responded with a scoff. 

Ryomen shook his head and flipped Sukuna off as he turned to enter the bathroom. The snarl that followed made Ryomen smirk as he closed the door. Big, honey eyes looked at the new space in complete awe. Yuuji was staring at the sink as if it was the eighth wonder of the world. A warmness that Ryomen hadn’t felt in centuries blossomed in his chest at the sight of his precious son’s curiosity. He had waited so long to have Yuuji in his arms again. If he wasn’t careful, he knew that he would be sobbing his heart out at any moment once being reunited with his long-lost son. However, duty calls, and Ryomen could not be bursting into tears while his baby needed him.

The bathroom had long been baby-proofed, so some of Ryomen’s many anxieties could be eased. He first took out a blanket from one of the cupboards and placed the fluffy material on the tile floor. Yuuji giggled when Ryomen booped his nose after placing him on the blanket. It took all of Ryomen’s self control not to cry and not to cradle Yuuji in his arms and never let go. He shook his head again, focusing on getting the supplies needed for the bath. Considering Yuuji’s sensitive marks, Ryomen chose the gentlest products he had. With that sorted, Ryomen knelt on the floor to turn the faucet on the tub. As the water warmed up, the pink-haired man stood and went to the cupboards beneath the sink. To start, he collected the foldable baby tub he’d bought online and placed it to the side. Afterwards, he grabbed three soft towels that had never been used before. Ryomen pointedly ignored the mirror of the sink, knowing just how rough he looked from his eventful day. If someone had warned him that he would be alerted of his son’s presence while buying groceries, causing him to run out of the store with one bag in hand as he forgot the rest of his groceries because he was too busy running down the street with Sukuna screaming directions in his ear, which then led to him looking like an insane person as he shouted at the parasite in his head for all to see, further fueling his determination to get to his son’s location as fast as possible, making him throw up at least four times from the overexertion as he sprinted about ten miles to the forest his son was in, only to find his baby boy wailing in fright and hunger whilst being surrounded by the most powerful and influential sorcerers in the country…then Ryomen would have drank all of Sukuna’s stolen saki until he forgot how to feel feelings.

I should still find the time to steal Sukuna’s saki. He stole it from the finest restaurants in Japan, so stealing it again shouldn’t count as a crime. Not like he can get drunk anyway . His musings were interrupted when a paw incessantly tugged on his pants. Ryomen snapped back to reality, and he was surprised to see Supernova sitting on his leg, nodding his head towards the tub with a disapproving gaze. Somehow, the sharp meow Supernova let out felt like a harsh reprimand. Shit, I really need to focus. Can parenting skills get rusty after a thousand years?

Ryomen breathed in deeply for a few moments to get his frazzled nerves under control. He placed one towel on the floor where he’d be kneeling, another on the edge of the tub to clean up splashes and bubbles, and the third was resting on the counter of the sink to be used at the end. Luckily, the water was the perfect temperature without Ryomen’s interference. At the same time, Supernova was being used as a living plush toy by a giggling baby. Yuuji was on the cat's fluffy back with a smile. His tiny hands gripped at the fur, and his head was buried into the purple softness. Golden eyes started to flutter as he further burrowed his head in the warmth. Supernova never once growled at the baby, only nudging the boy’s cheek to keep him awake. 

When Ryomen turned to place Yuuji in the tub, a snort left his lips to see his adorable son trying to use Supernova as a bed. He gently plucked the baby from Supernova’s back and removed the baby’s diaper and dirty onesie. Part of him was worried that Yuuji would start wailing at the separation, but his fears were put to rest as his boy made grabby hands at Ryomen’s face. The father and son duo had matching smiles that could rival the sun in their brightness. 

This time, Ryomen could not stop his tears from flowing when chubby hands grabbed at his nose. Yuuji giggled when Ryomen nuzzled his nose into the baby’s soft grip. Dark honey met golden honey, and Ryomen finally felt complete. One of Yuuji’s hands patted Ryomen’s cheek, coos of shere delight escaping the boy’s lips. His baby boy giggled again and looked back at his crying father. Ryomen let out a watery laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Oh…Hi…Hi, Yuuji … Hi …I’m your Papa, remember? I’m going to take care of you from now on, okay? You already have so many people who will always love you and protect you. You’ll never be alone. You’ll always have someone to dry your tears. You’ll forever have someone to hug you when you’re scared. You’ll always have a roof over your head. You’ll always be warm and cozy. You’ll never have to go hungry ever again. You won’t get sick anymore. I promise.” Memories of a long forgotten plague filled Ryomen’s mind. The helplessness. The pain. The grief. The rage-

Another pat on his face broke Ryomen from his spiraling thoughts. This time, Yuuji was patting his forehead repeatedly. His chubby cheeks were puffed out in pout. The baby looked just as disapproving as Supernova had earlier. Tears of pure joy soon streamed down Ryomen’s face as a much more pleasant memory surfaced. 

“No sad, Papa! I hit sad away!”

“Yuuji, hon, you’re hitting me- OW! Stop it, sweetie, you don’t need to- OW! OW! Okay! Okay, the sad is gone! Good job, Yuuji! You can stop hitting Papa’s head now.”

“No!”

“N-No?”

“You still sad! Need more hits!”

“Wait, Yuuji- OW! OW! You’re doing this on purpose- OW!”

A genuine laugh burst from Ryomen’s chest. “I should have expected your lack of tolerance for sadness.” Ryomen kissed Yuuji’s forehead, remembering what he still had to do. He switched to holding Yuuji with one arm and placed the smaller baby tub inside the larger bathtub and waited until the tiny tub was at the appropriate water level. He also placed a stopper in to prevent the surrounding warm water from draining out. After testing the water’s temperature again, the pink-haired man carefully placed Yuuji into the baby tub. In an instant, Supernova jumped onto the rim of the bathtub in order to watch the baby like a hawk. There wasn’t much need to do so because the baby tub was shallow enough that drowning was impossible with Ryomen there. However, it was still nice to have someone care for his son so much.

Yuuji was confused at first from the new sensations, but he quickly relaxed into the warm water. Ryomen got out the baby wash and squeezed it into the water. As he swirled the water with his hand, Yuuji squealed as bubbles appeared. The baby was ecstatic as he slapped his tiny palms into the water. However, Yuuji had always been a boy with excess strength, even as a baby. Soapy water hit Ryomen in his face. He sighed and grabbed the towel on the corner of the bathtub. When he opened his eyes, he was relieved to see that no burn came, proving the gentleness of the baby wash and shampoo. He’d definitely be buying from the brand in the future. 

Yuuji wiggled around and splashed some more, even managing to soak Supernova. The attentive cat simply shook his head to rid himself of the water and went back to watching Yuuji. The sight of the purple feline’s droopy, wet fur made Ryomen snicker. Eventually, Yuuji would calm down enough to allow Ryomen to properly wash him without making an ocean out of the bathroom. A mild scent of honey could be detected from the soap and the same was seen in the shampoo. 

Maybe I should start calling him little bee. Ryomen thought to himself. With the stripes on Yuuji’s tiny body, it was easy to compare the baby to a bumblebee. However, he could not abandon his favorite nickname of all. The black stripes along his son’s face and body resembled a tiger much more than a bee. “Seems like my tiger cub finally got his stripes, hm?”

As cute as the stripes were, Ryomen knew that it wasn’t normal for a baby to have. There were two stripes on each side of Yuuji's cheeks, six stripes of varying length on his arms, three stripes along the length of each leg, and one circular marking on his chest. What was most concerning was that it was painful if he touched Yuuji’s tattoos. He was hoping the pain was temporary and would go away with time. For now, Ryomen would continue to use the gentlest products for his boy. When he began washing Yuuji’s tattoos, he treated them like they were more fragile than porcelain. Yuuji had initially whined at the touch, causing the spines on Supernova’s back to raise in anger. Fortunately, Ryomen’s face would not get mauled as the tiny whines stopped after a few seconds. On closer inspection, there was a faint outline of redness surrounding each marking. He frowned, but Ryomen knew of the many lotions he had bought specifically tailored towards irritated skin in infants. Turns out his many online shopping sprees in the middle of the night would prove useful. 

When it was time for shampoo, Yuuji had splashed most of the water from his tub. Ryomen used a small pitcher attached to the wall on his right to scoop out the warm water surrounding the larger bathtub. It was still warm, so Ryomen gently poured the water into the near empty baby tub. Yuuji squealed with the additional water. Before he could splash Ryomen and Supernova for the umpteenth time, Ryomen plopped a dollop of shampoo on Yuuji’s head. Immediately, the baby cooed and tried to reach for his head. The man and cat both sagged in relief. Not wanting to have the shampoo run down Yuuji’s face, Ryomen used one hand to block Yuuji’s eyes and another to scoop water onto the baby’s head. With great care, Ryomen  lathered the shampoo into the pink hair, making sure that every speck of dirt was gone. He had thought that he would need to spend ages removing each tiny splinter and stick from his boy’s hair. It seemed like Supernova had taken care of that when the feline had groomed the baby’s pink-hair earlier. Ryomen looked at the cat, who was still watching his boy with great focus. Thanks to Supernova, the bath would go much faster than Ryomen anticipated. It made sense that the cat would be so attentive according to Sukuna’s brief descriptions of the guardians. 

Supernova will be Yuuji’s bodyguard in a sense. His regular form is smaller than the rest, but he is large for a cat.  That’s why he can alter the size of his form to fit the situation, so Yuuji can take him anywhere. Supernova is capable of both long range and close range attacks with his blood manipulation technique. He’s the ‘all-in-one’ guardian and will protect Yuuji with his life. I doubt that protection will spread to you or me because that cat does not give a shit about what happens to anyone besides Yuuji. He doesn't even seem to care that much about the other guardians. Oh, and before I forget, don’t try petting him either. If you’re not Yuuji and you pet him, the little fucker will slice your hand off.

For once, Ryomen was grateful to Sukuna. If he hadn’t warned him, Ryomen would have pet the fluffy cat upon seeing Supernova. It was a good thing that Yuuji had shown nothing but happiness towards Ryomen.  Any tears would spell his doom. 

Yuuji luckily only continued to coo at Ryomen’s gentle ministrations. Once the shampoo was fully washed off, the peach locks were vibrant. Ryomen smiled as he realized that he, Yuuji, and Sukuna all shared the exact shade of pink. Additionally, they all had tattoos of their own. Sukuna had the most, but Ryomen had his fair share as well. He had the same markings on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and shoulders that Sukuna had. He had two black bands on each thigh and two on each calf. The two bands around each of his wrists were the most unique. They were thinner than the other bands on his skin. The top band separated into five lines that spread to his hand and fingers. In fact, the lines even grew onto his nail bed. No amount of filing would rub off the marks, so Ryomen got into the habit of painting his nails with the darkest polishes he could find. The lines would then travel down to the pads of his fingers, forming a perfect square on each one. He had an identical black square on the sole of both feet. All the squares were a symbol of the technique he has. While Sukuna had all the brutality and strength, Ryomen had the firepower so to speak. 

“Oi, dumbass! Are you done yet or have you finally succumbed to your stupidity?” Sukuna’s muffled voice broke the peaceful environment. The curse had been relentless in teasing him when Ryomen had continued to puke during his dash to get Yuuji. He kept talking about how Ryomen would die any second with his ‘shitty’ endurance. 

“Shut up, Sukuna! I thought you had ‘the patience of a god’!”

“I do, but not with these fucking demons throwing tantrums!” After Sukuna said that, Ryomen heard various whines and scratches coming from the other side of the door. A large claw tried going through the crack under the door with a miserable squawk. Infinite continued his mournful cries until a spotted wrapping yanked his claw from the door. 

Seeing as his time was up and not wanting to have Yuuji’s skin get pruny, Ryomen grabbed the towel from the counter and wrapped Yuuji securely. He got out a soft cloth and began to dry Yuuji with it. He would have used a normal towel, but Ryomen was taking no chances in irritating his baby’s sensitive skin. Yuuji was quickly starting to fall asleep, so Ryomen used all his focus to be even more gentle. Behind him, Supernova was grooming himself to rid his fur of the soapy water. The cat went to the door crack and hissed. In response, the very tip of Infinite’s beak poked through. Based on the muffled swears from Sukuna and the sounds of things crashing, Infinite’s large body had knocked several things over in his attempt to peek under the door. 

“Looks like our time is up, little tiger. Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had quite the day!” Ryomen carried a now dry Yuuji in his arms wrapped in another towel. The shirt Ryomen had been wearing was so soaked that he had to use the towel he had first bundled Yuuji in to wipe the slippery tile. He took off the wet fabric and threw it in the sink’s basin, too tired to clean the messy bathroom. It was a problem for future Ryomen. Current Ryomen was on his way to passing out like his sleepy son. 

Supernova backed away from the door, shrinking in size before jumping on Ryomen’s shoulder again. His smaller form allowed the cat to curl up without having most of its body hanging off. To his relief, Infinite had removed his beak from the door. He took a deep breath in and opened the door and was met with a disaster. 

Several vases lay shattered on the floor, spilling dirt everywhere. A few nails had been stabbed into the walls, and there were claw marks along the floor. Some of the paintings on the walls had been knocked over or were covered in slobber. Black goop managed to stain the ceiling. Shreds of spotted fabric also littered the floor. At the center of the mess was a tense Sukuna. He had his four arms crossed, refusing to look at Ryomen. It was clear that the guardians let their anxiety get the best of them, and Sukuna was a horrid babysitter. Before said curse could let a word out, Ryomen raised a hand. Whatever expression Ryomen was adorning was enough to shut Sukuna up and make all the guardians sheepishly back away. 

Tomorrow. It’s tomorrow’s problem. That was the mantra running through Ryomen’s head. The only source of solace for the poor man was the weight in his arms. Yuuji was completely knocked out with his tiny head buried in Ryomen’s right shoulder. On his left shoulder, Supernova was purring again with his warm fur tickling Ryomen’s neck. In silence, the others followed the pink-haired man into the nursery. 

The nursery was made with love and care. Yuuji’s crib was meticulously carved by a certain curse with a tendency for slashing. Intricate swooping patterns were carved into the wooden crib. Flames outlined the edges of the crib with sharp notches between each flame. On the front of the crib was the symbol on Sukuna and Ryomen’s foreheads. According to the ancient curse, it was actually a rune marked into their skins to offer strength and bravery. He didn’t entirely believe Sukuna, but Ryomen let it slide. 

“If anyone messes up the nursery, I am killing every last one of you.” Ryomen whispered to the others as he placed Yuuji on the changing table. Even with the room being so inviting with its beautiful abstract paintings of flowers and tigers, an army of animal plushies, fluffy blankets with matching pillows, and impossibly plush carpet, all the creatures in the room felt like they were facing death itself. 

The exhaustion of a single father was not to be messed with. 

With the threat in all their heads, the remaining guardians were very careful as they maneuvered around the nursery. Chimera headed towards a dark corner, hiding himself in the shadow with only his green eyes visible. Boogie laid his large body on the side of the carpet in the center of the room, tailing gently wagging. The canine laid his head on his paws and got into a comfortable position to sleep. Resonance was the most cautious, knowing her sharp appendages could do great damage to the room. She sat down on the red rocking chair in another corner and curled up as much as she could. Overtime loosened the wrappings on his body to plop down next to the crib. This allowed him to take up less space. His more solid left side began to glow brighter, heating up the room as Overtime allowed the magma inside his body flow along the cracks of his body. Being the longest and largest, Infinite had the most trouble fitting into the nursery. He chirped in irritation before he saw the stone rafters on the ceiling. The ancient origins of their home had its apparent perks. Infinite trilled softly as he used his lengthy form to reach the rafters that fortunately supported his weight. The high position allowed Infinite to have a bird’s eye view of the room, which was quite fitting for the draconic bird. Infinite let his smokey tail dangle from a gap in the rafters. The tail opened slightly, revealing six eyes that were bright enough to be a nightlight. Each eye was focused on the sleepy baby in Ryomen’s arms, now dawned in a yellow onesie and fresh diaper. 

Despite his fatigue, Ryomen’s eyes were bright with happiness as he rocked Yuuji in his arms, patting his back. In seconds, the baby went back to sleep. He had been woken up when his father dressed him and was eager to fall asleep again. Ryomen delicately placed the baby into the crib as if the boy was made of glass. A small, pink blanket was draped over the infant. All the occupants in the room were momentarily frozen as each was immersed in watching the small baby’s rising and falling chest. Supernova shrunk again and curled around the baby, giving Yuuji one last lick. 

Eventually, the exhaustion within Ryomen grew too great to handle. His limbs subtly trembled with the effort to remain standing. What broke Ryomen from his slight trance was a notification from his phone. He had left his phone on the changing table when Yuuji had first arrived. Seeing how the baby was in nothing but a bundle and diaper, Ryomen ran to get something to put on his son. The man reluctantly walked away from the crib to see what kind notification would pop up this late at night. He stared at the bright screen for about a minute, his eyes widening the more the information settled in his tired mind. 

It was a message from an unknown number. 

Congratulations on the reunion! Your odd little family has made quite the impact on Jujutsu society! Word spreads quite fast among sorcerers, you know? You’re the hot topic of discussion! Say hi to Yuuji for me :)  -K

The phone shattered in Ryomen’s hand. 

Without a word, Ryomen stormed out of the room, harshly grabbing the curse by the door so hard Sukuna felt his arm pop. The guardians were startled by the sudden fury in Ryomen, but they stayed where they were. Yuuji continued to sleep, unaware of the doom upon them. 

Ryomen had dragged Sukuna into the living room. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand. His breaths were rapid and harsh. It took a couple minutes for Ryomen to gather the energy to speak. The rage in Ryomen’s eyes overtook the fatigue. His first words to break the tense silence were snarled, sounding more beast than human.

“I’m going to fucking murder you, Sukuna.”

-Present-

Sukuna was fond of the home they had found. 

The place they were currently in used to be an old shrine dedicated to Sukuna. This allowed the massive curse to exist outside of Ryomen’s body. While Sukuna’s form in the shrine was visible, it was not tangible by any means. Ryomen could stick a hand through his form, much to the curse’s displeasure and Ryomen’s amusement. If he reinforced his ghostly body with cursed energy, he would become more solid. However, once the curse was outside the shrine’s given boundaries, there was nothing Sukuna could do to remain corporeal. The only way that Sukuna could return to his physical form was if he used Ryomen to do so. Over the years, the two had developed a give and take method. If Sukuna wanted to take over when Ryomen didn’t want to switch, he would need to do a favor for the man. The same applied for Ryomen if he wanted to take back control. Sukuna could take over the man’s body easily and never give it back, but it was counterintuitive to his goal of keeping Yuuji happy and safe. This goal alo prevented Sukuna from going on a mass murdering rampage as any large-scale attacks from the curse would garner too much attention from the sorcerers. 

So much for not alerting the sorcerers. 

With how angry Ryomen was at Sukuna, he doubted that the man would allow him to take over any time soon. For now, he would have to be satisfied as being a ghost for the time being. He leaned against the doorframe of the nursery with his four arms crossed over each other. The guardians Sukuna had wished for were just as unruly as he remembered. While the six creatures were dedicated to protecting Yuuji at all costs, they still had no intention of respecting or listening to Sukuna’s orders. In fact, they were all glaring at him from the floor of the nursery. He rolled his eyes and glanced at Ryomen. The tired, pink-haired man was cradling a crying Yuuji, rocking him gently to soothe the child. It wasn’t the cry of a hungry baby or a baby that needed a change. No. It was the cry of a baby in pain. Two other marks had appeared on Yuuji’s face. Marks that made Sukuna tense up considerably. 

A mark on the tip of his right eyebrow, splitting it. 

A mark on the left corner of his lip. 

That’s where Yuuji’s deepest scars used to be. 

Sukuna cursed under his breath. The curse was well aware of what he had done in a world that no longer exists. While most of his memories had become foggy, he had a general understanding of his actions, especially of the times he made Yuuji suffer. Ryomen was unaware of what Sukuna had done to the world, and the curse had no plans of ever telling him. This new world was supposed to be completely different but it seemed like there were some ‘stragglers’ that refused to go. Events that could not be erased. People that would not disappear. 

He had a feeling he already knew who this ‘K’ was. The random message sounded friendly on surface level, but Sukuna wasn’t an idiot. The hidden threat woven into the amiable text was easy to detect. There was only one person that Sukuna knew who was crazy and powerful enough to mess with Sukuna and not die. 

Only time will tell if I actually made things worse . Sukuna looked at the cursed souls surrounding Ryomen as the man continued to comfort the distressed infant, all anger from his previous encounter with Sukuna gone. Due to the nature of their souls, Sukuna knew everything there was to Ryomen. He had originated from the man, afterall. Even so, there were stark differences between the two. Sukuna hated children while Ryomen had an immense soft spot for them. Yuuji didn’t count . Ryomen was impatient while Sukuna was willing to wait decades for a plan of his to come to fruition. Sukuna kept his composure while Ryomen had a temper that would go off at a moment's notice. Ryomen was violent when he needed to be while Sukuna reveled in the bloodshed he caused.

However, there was one thing that both beings could agree on: Protecting Yuuji at all costs .

It was a pathetic goal for one as powerful as him to have, but Sukuna had made peace with it long ago. The curse glanced at the baby, whose wails had turned into soft sniffles, and felt a stabbing pain in his chest. Ryomen was soothing his hand against Yuuji’s tiny back. He was humming a nameless tune with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his usually stressed features. It was likely that Ryomen had not noticed what he was doing as he hated whenever Sukuna caught him doing something ‘weak’. Likely too tired to be aware of his surroundings. Normally, Sukuna would have shouted at Ryomen to startle the high-strung man and laugh at his misery. This time, the curse stayed silent to allow Ryomen time with the boy he had been waiting for for centuries. His beloved son. Sukuna noticed the guardians for the baby gently copying the tune Ryomen was unknowingly humming. There were soft purrs, rumbles, chitters, and trills in the air. The small symphony of sounds began to lull the baby back to sleep. 

The sight was utterly domestic. 

This was not a place a curse was welcomed in. Sukuna knew that he did not belong among such a peaceful sight, but he was prideful enough to remain where he was by the door. Nothing would force Sukuna to do anything he did not wish to do. 

Infinite looked at him. 

All the warmth that Sukuna felt had turned to ice. No one aside from Sukuna himself noticed the change in atmosphere, meaning that the annoying entity had targeted him and him alone. The cocoon of adoration and protection had been closed off in order to prevent Sukuna from entering. It wasn’t like the curse had any intentions of entering such a pitiful environment, but it was still irritating to see the obvious attempts at pushing him away. Out of all the guardians Yuuji had, Infinite was the most ‘aware’ so to speak. Each creature was wired to perform a different duty in caring for the boy. They were beings that operated on pure instinct, complex thoughts practically impossible for their fragmented minds. What little remained of their souls aided in their jobs as Yuuji’s protectors, yet it also caused the entities to have leftover feelings towards certain people. All of them showed great disdain for Sukuna, but Infinite’s disdain was different. Of course, the others' dislike of him specifically was more due to a personal instinct than anything else. In contrast, Infinite looked at Sukuna with nothing but clarity in the many blue eyes within his tail. 

Stay away. 

You’re not wanted here. 

Get out. 

I’ll kill you if you get any closer. 

Those were the messages Infinite was sending Sukuna with nothing but his piercing gaze. The blindfold attached to the creature’s face did not hinder in his staring contest with Sukuna. His tail had more than enough eyes necessary to stare the curse down. 

If the sorcerer Infinite originated from was completely aware in that draconic bird form, then Sukuna would not be still standing. Gojo Satoru was currently an eighteen-year-old boy who recently entered his third-year in Jujutsu High. Infinite was not Gojo Satoru, simply the minute remains of a long dead man. While Infinite was the strongest out of the six cursed souls, the creature was also the most intelligent. Sukuna could see the gears in Infinite’s head turning at all times, analyzing any potential threats to Yuuji and his fellow protectors. The bird’s ability to have somewhat coherent thoughts would likely be a pain for Ryomen to deal with in the future. Sukuna had long gotten accustomed to Infinite's infuriating habits.

No matter what form he took, Gojo Satoru would always be a thorn in Sukuna’s side. 

With a deep sigh, Sukuna made his way out of the nursery. He did not have the energy to deal with Infinite’s aggression. Ryomen’s exhaustion was caused by the man barely eating, running several miles with no breaks, and the overall stress of today. Sukuna was different. His fatigue was perpetual, something Sukuna had gotten used to over the years. In his previous life, nothing was capable of tiring Sukuna out. He could keep going whilst all his enemies collapsed from exhaustion. No one was powerful enough to challenge Sukuna in a meaningful way. This did not mean that his current strength and cursed energy had been weakened in any way, but his exhaustion had caused Sukuna to ‘settle down’ so to speak. While Sukuna still enjoyed causing mayhem, he did not seek out as many opportunities to do so anymore. In his previous life, Sukuna had hated sitting still and being lazy. Now, Sukuna took naps and meditated often. 

He did what he wanted, and Sukuna wanted to relax. 

Ryomen would likely ignore him for the rest of the night. Additionally, the curse knew damn well that the stubborn man would refuse to sleep in his own room tonight. Sukuna mentally prepared himself for the crankiness to come since there was no way to get Ryomen to sleep on anything but the nursery floor. 

The cool air of the night greeted the curse’s translucent skin. Sukuna could not properly feel the wind as a specter. It felt like a thin barrier was between him and the breeze in this form. He shook his head and continued walking until he saw a great pond in the center of the shrine’s gardens. The pond acted as a well of cursed energy for Sukuna. Whoever had created the shrine clearly dedicated every detail to the King of Death. Sukuna found himself liking this title so much more than his previous one. Crimson, wooden poles surrounded the shrine, a bovine skull on the top of each one. The poles also served as a visual marker for the area Sukuna had to stay within. Anywhere beyond the poles would cause Sukuna to discorporate and be sent back into Ryomen’s body.

Two large torch towers stood on each side of the back entrance of the shrine. The inferno on each tower was contained with a basin of human bones. When Sukuna had first discovered this shrine several years ago, Ryomen had lit the tower with his flames, and he had yet to relight it. It was one of the very very few times Ryomen had managed to impress Sukuna. 

His supposed followers had sacrificed countless people in honor of their king. The remains of the sacrifices were buried underneath the ground, in the ashes and structure of the torches, carved into the wooden poles, and placed in the pond Sukuna was sitting in front of. Sukuna had a faint memory of the cults that were created to worship him, mostly done out of fear, which was a massive ego booster. However, Sukuna never paid them any mind, so the curse had been very surprised yet pleased to see a shrine dedicated to him that had remained intact in the modern era. At Ryomen’s many complaints, Sukuna let the human update the interior of the shrine with the technology of the time. It took a long time due to the unique layout of the temple. Stone had been used to build many support beams and even rooms. With Ryomen’s revamping the entire insides, Sukuna had full control over the decorations of the outside. Sukuna changed nothing, much to Ryomen’s displeasure. He only added one thing. Koi. 

With the pond already built into the ground, Sukuna simply stole several koi from the many luxurious ponds of rich establishments and homes. Ryomen had yelled at him when he realized that Sukuna had been using his body to take priceless fish away from their owners in the dead of night. The man had said how important those fish must have been and other nonsense that Sukuna ignored. If those fish were so precious, then it shouldn’t have been so easy to pluck each one out of their pond! Sukuna tossed all the fish into the large pond with little care, promptly returning control to Ryomen. Despite wanting to argue with Sukuna about his terrible decisions, Ryomen had to care for the many stressed koi fish. He had always been fond of being a caretaker, so it was easy for him to fall in love with the colorful fish. Eventually, the koi would swarm to Ryomen each time he approached the pond, reminding the man of how his late son would beam at him and run into his arms. On the other hand, it had taken a few weeks for the fish to stop scattering in Sukuna's presence. During those weeks, the fish began to change in appearance. The immense cursed energy inside the pond began affecting the koi. Instead of their vibrant oranges and whites, the fish were either fully black, red, or a mixture of the two. Their fins got longer and more elegant at the price of having spikes emerge from their entire dorsal fin. Ryomen was upset at the change, but the koi’s bright personalities had, at least, remained. They still swarmed to the surface for food, but they now had sharp teeth in their mouths like piranhas. Sukuna preferred the change and began to sit at the pond every night, which he was currently doing. 

Sukuna’s form became more solid at the proximity to the pond. It was wide and deep, allowing the fish ample space to swim in. At this hour of the night, the water looked pitch black, but Sukuna had no troubles seeing in the dark. His superior vision allowed the curse to see the depths of the pool. Skulls could be found everywhere beneath the waters. Some of the smaller koi used the skulls as a makeshift cave while the larger fish used the remains of rib cages as hiding places. Many plants in the pond grew out of or around the many bones at the pond’s bottom. It was a human graveyard with aquatic life.

The presence of death would never hinder the growth and birth of life. 

How stubborn. 

The koi were not very active at this hour, but some swam to the surface to greet the large being observing them. Four fish had come to see him. One was entirely black while the other two were red with varying black patterns. In contrast to the darker fish, there was a pink koi that swam eagerly to the hand Sukuna submerged. 

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Sukuna smiled at the small koi. It was fitting that the pond would have a new arrival to match Yuuji’s own arrival. The curse knew the pond had become something akin to the supernatural from the cursed energy of the sacrifices, but he did not care as long as they stayed in the pond. The tiny koi matched the color of Sukuna’s hair. The familiar peach was present in Ryomen’s and Yuuji’s hair. Having pink hair was a shared trait the three had, and Sukuna took pride in their unique hair color. He knew that Ryomen secretly held the same pride. It immediately made the pink koi Sukuna’s favorite. Small pecks tickled Sukuna’s large palm as the smallest koi tried to investigate what the strange object was. It was endearing to see such a young creature be so eager to go near a curse like him. One reason that Sukuna frequented the pond so much was something he would not tell a soul even if he was tortured. 

Interacting with the koi helped Sukuna learn how to be gentle. 

There were a few accidents where Sukuna was too rough and injured or killed the fish. He used his reverse technique to heal them, which his old self would have guffawed at. Slowly, Sukuna learned how to control the strength of his grip. Now, the curse had no worries of hurting the young koi that was swimming through his fingers. While he did prefer to have claws instead of his blunt nails, it was necessary for the safety of the delicate fish. More importantly, his lack of claws was vital if he wanted to hold Yuuji without cutting the poor baby’s skin. Skin that was already marked up. 

Because Sukuna knew he was alone in his shrine that was in the middle of nowhere, Sukuna let his body deflate. Ryomen and the others were too preoccupied with Yuuji, so no one would be coming to see Sukuna any time soon. With solitude came comfort for the curse. He had always preferred being alone than wasting his time with the weak. The koi were his only company, and they could not speak of the troubles plaguing the ancient being. Sukuna caressed the pink koi before retracting his hand. With practiced ease, the man folded his four arms and placed them in his lap. As if knowing that Sukuna would no longer pay attention to them, the small group of koi swam away into the depths of the pond. Without the fish’s movements, the dark water stilled. The combination of the calm waters and bright moon made the pond turn into a makeshift mirror. It was something Sukuna did not appreciate whatsoever. 

Seeing his reflection within the dark waters made Sukuna’s features twist into a grimace. In a forgotten world, Sukuna used to have two eyes and one pair of arms. After his planned death, his cursed form reflected the monstrous crimes Sukuna had committed. This was not to say that Sukuna was self conscious or had low self-esteem. Sukuna did not care about his ugliness whatsoever. It was a fact that he was unpleasant to look at. His looks had no effect on his power, so he offered them no further thought. Additionally, he had never had an interest in courting someone and never will. Yorozu was the only person who had wanted him as a suitor, and he met all of her advances with boredom, disgust, and a fatal slash to her heart. His deformities irked him because of the memories that they brought forth. 

He had had more than enough time to accept his deformed face and body. However, Sukuna was not delusional enough to say that his unique features were what made him attractive or that he had some ‘hidden beauty’ within. Absolutely not. His two left eyes were a demonic crimson while his two right eyes were a gaudy pink. A wooden slab of sorts had fused into the right side of his skin, causing his right eyes to be more vertical. It was the same wood that Sukuna had carved runes into that would ensure his new life after being burnt alive. Both the wood and his new pink eyes were a harsh reminder of his forgotten origins. While the wood represented his birth as a curse, the pink of his eyes were a symbol of the cause of his death. Itadori Yuuji. 

Going against the rules of nature and time had its consequences. Besides the new color of his right eyes, Sukuna had several new tattoos adorning his skin. A thick, black band wrapped around each of his ankles. On the outside of his left leg, a blood red chain that emerged from the band on his ankle marked his skin. The same pattern appeared on the outside of his right leg, but the tattoo was black instead of red. Each of his hands had their own unique mark at the center of his palms. His bottom right hand had Mahoraga’s spinning wheel which had allowed Sukuna to reach new heights in power, his bottom left hand had the outline of the volcano that resided on the head of the cyclops disaster curse he’d fought, his upper right hand had an eye that represented the annoying Six-Eyes user, and his upper left hand had the horizontal stitching pattern that plagued each of Kenjaku’s stolen bodies. It was fitting. The markings on his bottom set of hands were a harsh reminder of the destruction Sukuna had wrought while the markings on his upper set represented the two people that had troubled Sukuna the most. 

None of the new markings plagued Sukuna as much as the tattoo on his chest. 

A red spider lily seemed to grow out of the center of his chest. The flower was there for all to see since Sukuna refused to cover his top half. It was a simple drawing, but its simplicity only bothered him more. Such a delicate design had no place on his monstrous body. The deep reds of the flower blended perfectly into the blacks of the tattoo’s outlines. Sukuna knew damn well what the stupid flower symbolized. Death and Rebirth. He had no desire to look further into the supposed meanings. From what he had gathered over the past few centuries, this flower was poisonous, often grew or planted in graveyards, and only bloomed for a short period of time during the Autumn Equinox. It was also ugly in Sukuna’s opinion. The crimson of its petals were its only redeeming quality. Everything else was horrendous. The petals themselves were so thin and spindly. It looked like a spider with too many legs had gotten tangled with the shredded remnants of a better flower. However, there was nothing Sukuna could do to remove any of his new markings. He had killed the world, and then started it anew. Sukuna more than deserved the reminders of his misdeeds bashing him on the head for the rest of time. 

It was strange to think of his actions as misdeeds. Even now, the regret did not come to Sukuna naturally. He was not a creature made for sympathy or guilt. The only reason that Sukuna looked at some of his prior acts and winced was the effect they had had on Yuuji. At the time, he had laughed at the boy’s misery and went out of his way to torture him. He had taken great pleasure in breaking the child back then. 

-

I’LL DO ANYTHING! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME! THIS IS JUST LIKE WHEN YOU FIXED MY HEART! PLEASE HELP JUNPEI!

NO. HAH! YOU’RE MINE! YOUR FUTURE AND EVERYTHING YOU WILL EVER POSSESS! YOU DON’T HAVE A SAY IN THIS! YOU’RE HELPLESS! HOW SAD! YOU’RE SO PATHETIC, YOU STUPID BRAT!

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Hey, brat. Take a good look.

…Die…Only me…Just me…DIE! DIE! RIGHT NOW! DIE! JUST ME! JUST ME!

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Remember when I said…we’d see…something interesting…brat?

…Fushiguro?

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SUKUNAAAAAAA!!!! YOU!! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LIVE A NORMAL LIFE?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPREAD SO MUCH MISERY?!

Well, allow me to ask you this…Why are you so weak? You’re weak, yet you cling to life!

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How can a creature that falls apart with one touch say that it always wants to be happy? The helpless have no choice but to swallow the suffering life gives them.

Then let’s see if you can swallow… my suffering.

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I miss them, Sukuna! I can’t take it anymore! I want to be with them! Let me be with them! PLEASE !

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He had never tortured someone as much as he had tortured Itadori Yuuji. Hell, Sukuna had gone out of his way to hurt Yuuji like it was his sole purpose in life. It was extraordinarily difficult to balance the feelings he has now towards his actions and his feelings he had in the moment of his murderous actions. Now, seeing Yuuji wail in pain from markings that weren’t supposed to be on the baby’s smooth skin, broke something in Sukuna. 

Even after everything he had done to give Yuuji a better life, Sukuna had still failed. 

Yuuji’s suffering had been too great. Restarting the world was not enough to erase all the trauma the boy was put through. His pain clung onto his infant self, who was supposed to be free of the pain of the past. Considering Yuuji had appeared far sooner than Sukuna expected and the message from an unknown number, the curse knew that there was trouble afoot. A third party had likely inserted themselves to ruin what Sukuna was trying to repair. 

Sukuna couldn’t help but dig his nails into the stitching on his upper left hand. 

Losing was equivalent to death. It was a belief that Sukuna still held, so this new failure affected the man greatly. 

He had thought that all the ‘mushy feelings shit’ that he had felt when he had held a sobbing Yuuji was from the reappearance of Ryomen’s soul. In a way, it was from Ryomen. The long buried memories of a man losing his child and the overwhelming fondness for the teen were all Ryomen. In this new world, Sukuna was confident that he would not be subjected to the softness ever again. Once more, the world rightfully hated Sukuna. Emotions that Sukuna still could not place raged in a violent storm inside Sukuna’s mind at all times.

All the times where he had laughed while Yuuji sobbed uncontrollably from a vicious nightmare. All the times where he had relentlessly reminded Yuuji that the boy’s existence only caused pain. All the times where he had screamed within Yuuji’s head about his uselessness and weakness. All the times where he had denied Yuuji’s broken pleas to stop after barraging him with the reasons why the deaths of his loved ones was Yuuji’s fault. 

The satisfaction he had when he saw the light in the boy’s eyes fade away.

The glee he had when he saw the smiles the boy was known for disappear.

The pride he had when he saw the unbreakable boy shatter further and further with each death of his loved ones. 

He saw the memories of a younger Ryomen playing with a toddler Yuuji, causing the child to squeal with laughter. He saw the memories of the utter adoration Yuuji had shown towards his father and anyone around him. He saw the memories of the agonizing decline of Yuuji as an unknown sickness sapped his light until it was completely extinguished. 

Because of Sukuna’s mistakes, Yuuji might have to go through that suffering all over again.

Small ripples agitated the calm surface of the water. The reflection of the massive curse was muddled as more droplets broke the crystalline waters of the pond. Its prior reflectiveness had vanished. 

The mind of the being sitting before the pond had vanished as well.

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A very, very long time ago

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When Sukuna had requested for the rebirth of the world, he did not mean it literally. He imagined that the new timeline would begin the same year Yuuji swallowed his first finger. 

It seemed like the world had other plans. 

Sukuna had no recollection of when he had ‘appeared’. The best way for him to describe it is the moment he had properly gained consciousness. His first memories were laying on an empty beach with nothing but the clothes on his back. At first, Sukuna was confused as to why he was at an empty beach. After a few seconds, the knowledge of what Sukuna had done and the life he lived prior came rushing to him all at once. Once he remembered, the man had briefly panicked that his attempt at time travel had not worked. This was mainly due to the beach being identical to the one that Sukna had been at during his last moments with Yuuji.

At the thought of the pink-haired boy, Sukuna jumped to his feet, mind frantic, and looked around. Immediately, the curse knew that the world was indeed different. Yuuji was nowhere to be seen, and there were no buildings or roads in sight. The only thing that Sukuna could observe were trees as far as his four eyes could see. However, the grand forests were barren of life. There were no birds chirping in the air or the rustle of animals in the trees. This lack of life made Sukuna remember that he had eliminated all life on Earth. He was confused, though. The plant life had returned, so where was the wildlife?

His question was unfortunately answered in the worst way possible. 

A strange creature began to crawl out of the ocean on tiny flippers. Sukuna stared at the fish-like animal with his mouth agape. The thing’s body was long and slender with a wide head that resembled an alligator’s. Thick scales covered the creature, who was slowly emerging from the sea with uncoordinated movements. It was unlike any animal Sukuna had seen before and he had been alive for thousands of years. 

It looked like a rough draft of an animal that had escaped before it was finalized. Something one would see in prehistoric times. 

…Prehistoric. 

“Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO !” Sukuna screamed at the clouds as the realization dawned on him. Surprisingly, the lizard-fish-thing did not react in the slightest to the loud roar Sukuna let out. When Sukuna went to kick the sand in pure frustration, he froze when he saw his foot go through the white particles. The sand showed no hints of being disturbed. 

The world had restarted. 

He was a ghost again. 

The evolution of wildlife had begun.

Over the years, Sukuna would watch the rise and fall of so many species that he could not be bothered to remember. His previous experience being a cursed object for over a thousand years helped immensely in dealing with the excess of time Sukuna had. He had to spend millions of years waiting for the era of humans to come with nothing to do. Going into a dormant state for as long as he could was the only way Sukuna could deal with the waiting without going mad. Sleeping until he was awoken at some point had become his main activity. Time had become a mystery to Sukuna. He would sleep and wake up without knowing how much time had passed. Usually, he was able to keep track by seeing if there were any new creatures or evidence of further evolution. 

At the start, Sukuna had used his excess time to explore the beginnings of the young planet. Traveling across the world had been easy due to his abilities remaining intact. His true form was Sukuna in his prime afterall. It was the strongest and the fastest. Sukuna could explore vast lands with his inhuman speed. There was no rush to explore every inch of the world, so Sukuna would only go on these excursions when he felt like it. Most of the land was the same as there were no distinguishing landmarks at the time. He had gotten bored of the plant life and unimpressive wildlife and decided to space out like he did when his soul was split into his twenty fingers without a vessel.

His first ‘nap’ had him awake in an entirely new era. Giant creatures roamed the land with their superior adaptability and strength. Sukuna’s boredom had disappeared as he saw the head of a dinosaur appear over the cliff he had chosen to rest on to eat the leaves off a tree next to him. It was the first time that Sukuna had been truly enamored by an animal. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and crawled to the edge of the cliff to see the dinosaur in its entirety. When he looked down, he saw that the head was attached to an impossibly long neck that belonged to an even bigger body. Other dinosaurs of the same species could be seen feasting on the vibrant leaves of the many trees. Because his presence did not affect his surroundings, he could get as close as he wanted to observe the new creatures. The only reason why Sukuna recognised the massive reptilians as dinosaurs was because Yuuji had been fascinated by all things jurassic as a child. As his vessel, Sukuna was able to see through his memories, something he never told the boy. He had done this as soon as he could to familiarize himself with his vessel while trying to find anything significant about the teen that could work out in Sukuna’s favor. At the time, he had found nothing useful and labeled the boy as a boring waste of space. 

Being face to face with the grande creatures made Sukuna see all the reasons why Yuuji had been so intrigued by them. While there were curses he’d seen that could rival the dinosaurs in size, no curse could beat the grace and beauty of the animals. Curses were made from negativity, so their appearance would reflect that. Curses were ugly, vile creatures that were deformed and perverted. The animals before Sukuna were the complete opposite.

It was the first time Sukuna had been fond of a life other than his own.

The slow evolution of the world was making the man experience many firsts. 

Sukuna enjoyed studying the fearsome creatures that dominated the land. His favorite specimens were those with intelligence and bloodlust. He would sit and watch packs of tiny dinosaurs overwhelm a much larger opponent, eating them while they were still alive. He found great humor in the small arms of the biggest carnivore of the era. The maddening boredom that had been plaguing him was momentarily cured as Sukuna took the time to learn about each new species. The old curse made up his own names for the many dinosaurs he saw. The faded memories of the book Yuuji loved only served to make Sukuna recognize the basic shape of certain creatures. In his head, Sukuna called every reptilian creature a dinosaur. 

For once, Sukuna found himself appreciating nature. Waiting millions of years alone was a punishment, and it was affecting Sukuna more than he anticipated. He had always been indifferent to everyone and everything besides himself. Uraume was the closest Sukuna got to appreciating another’s existence. In the past, Ryomen only valued strength and nothing else. Without strength, one might as well cease to exist. His forced isolation made Sukuna rethink many of his prior beliefs. The only belief that remained unchanged was his belief that losing was equivalent to death. However, said belief only applied to Sukuna. He would never let himself forget his failures that led him to his current predicament. 

One day, when Sukuna was watching his favorite specimen, he heard strange noises he had not heard before. The creature Sukuna was looking at was an old, battle-worn triceratops, but Sukuna had named the animals ‘Tri-horns’ in his head. The triceratops snapped its head at the same time Sukuna’s did. Sukuna’s eyes widened as he detected large amounts of cursed energy coming from the bushes. Humans were not supposed to exist yet, right? The man cursed himself for never bothering to learn the history of…well… anything . 

Sukuna summoned his trident in his lower right hand, a manic smile on his face at the chance to finally interact with something. There was a tense moment of silence before multiple blurs burst from the bushes and trees. The triceratops snorted and went back to eating its meal of leaves. 

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s brain was malfunctioning. Six entities stood before him. They were making direct eye contact with him, meaning that they could see him unlike every other creature. He stood tall with his trident. “Who are you?”

No response came, disappointing filling the old curse. He had hoped that they were capable of speech. Millions of years without talking to anyone was taking its toll, even for an antisocial person like him. Sukuna swallowed his disappointment and began observing each entity. The more he looked, the more distressed he became. There were too many similarities. 

A black stripe across a nose.

The muscular physique of a meat-headed gorilla.

Deadly nails and roses.

Spotted fabric and peculiar glasses.

Bright green eyes and shadows.

A blindfold and six blue eyes. 

“Goddammit.” Sukuna dematerialized his trident to rub at his temples. He recognized each one because of the brat’s many memories of them. 

At the center of the group, a white dragon with bird-like qualities was putting on the most smug expression Sukuna had ever seen. The draconic bird got up and personal to Sukuna, pecking at his head while letting out shrieks of laughter. For the time being, Sukuna allowed it as his mind was still recovering. His stress only grew worse when a familiar voice spoke into his head. 

Y̶̮͌o̵̮̎u̴̯̅r̶͙͑ ̶͍̓g̸̠͒ṳ̴̐a̴̙͊r̶͔̅ď̸̘i̴͈̊a̷͙̐n̸̞̽s̵̟̍ ̸̱̍h̶̤͝a̵͖̔v̷̦̚ê̶͈ ̷̣̋ā̵̞r̶̺̓ŗ̸͋ḭ̷́v̷̡͛ȇ̶͍d̸̥̅!̵̧̈́ ̶͈͂I̴͎̾ ̶͔̕c̸̡̿ḁ̷̽n̸͚͑’̸͕̎t̴̊͜ ̵̭̄w̵͍̒a̷͜͝i̵̺̒ẗ̷̳́ ̶̹̍t̷̢̕o̴̫̅ ̷̦͌m̷̦̓a̴̲̎k̷͙͠e̴͙͋ ̸̣̌t̵͇̕h̵̦͌e̴̬͒s̷̛̩e̶̤̍ ̶͓̚n̵̜͐ę̵͘x̷̝͑ț̵͝ ̷̫̚c̶̞̓é̷̲n̶̕͜t̵͖̕u̸̜͗r̷̙̐í̸̩e̵̝͊s̷͇͐ ̶̫͒a̵͍̽b̴̘̐s̶̩̿ò̸͎l̵̩̐ų̵̊t̷̨͊e̶͈̍ ̴̛̳h̵͙͌ë̵̻l̷̬̾l̶̥͂ ̵̼͝f̴̪͂o̸͔͘r̴̗̒ ̵͚͆ỹ̸̼o̴̹̎u̷̗̅,̷̛̭ ̴̰̋S̶̪̕u̷̝͠k̶̥͌ų̷̂~̴̗͛

That stupid bird would keep his promise. 

Sukuna would have to endure countless assaults from each entity. The battles often lasted for hours that left each muscle of his throbbing in pain. Sometimes they were individual battles, other times it was six against one. Or three against one. Or two against one. And so on. At first, Sukuna despised the constant battles, but he soon realized that being idle for millions of years had made Sukuna soft. After he realized this, he gladly participated in the battles. It felt incredible to fight again, feel his cursed energy flowing through his veins. As they fought more and more, Sukuna became familiar with each entity’s personality and abilities. Their names had been ingrained into Sukuna’s head the moment he had encountered the beings.

Boogie was a beast in every sense of the word. His thick fur coat could not hide his muscular body whatsoever. He was surprisingly perspective as well. Anytime Sukuna thought he had caught the dog off guard, the beast would bark before he could land a hit. His bark would cause him to switch places with someone with a certain amount of cursed energy. Due to the lack of curses and humans, the only sources of cursed energy were Sukuna or the other guardians. It was disoriented every time his technique took hold. However, each time Sukuna thought he had gotten used to it, Boogie would surprise him with another trick. His most impressive trick was his ability to remove one of the tusks on the second skull on his head. Once dropped, Boogie would imbue it with cursed energy and switch himself or someone of his choice with the tusk. Out of all the guardians, it was the easiest to get along with Boogie. Sukuna and Boogie lived to fight. The canine was always energetic and tended to annoy his other guardians, especially Chimera. Overall, Boogie was a simple yet intelligent creature who fueled Sukuna’s will to battle. 

Resonance was unsettling to look at first. Her body moved like a marionette, but was capable of moving at incredible speeds if needed. The sharp ends of her limbs allowed Resonance to stay rooted to the ground, giving her great stability. She was quick to launch a nail at Sukuna or anything that annoyed her. She had awoken Sukuna many times with a barrage of nails aimed at his head. Her nails always hit with deadly accuracy. Sukuna’s reflexes were put to the test each time he engaged with her. Additionally, she could control the direction of a nail until it snatched a part of her opponent. Once gathering the material, she would make the nail return to her, creating a makeshift hammer with her roses and vines to hit the nail into a straw doll she kept hidden within her body. She was as tough as the metal she was made of, but Resonance wasn’t all sharpness and violence. The cursed soul frequented places with loads of flowers, sitting amongst them for hours in a content state. 

Supernova rarely interacted with Sukuna outside of battle. He looked at the curse with burning hatred at all times. When attacking, Supernova put effort into making his attacks as painful as possible. His blood manipulation technique was more advanced and deadly than any other Kamo-clan sorcerer Sukuna had ever seen. He wasn’t afraid to get physical, Supernova could grow to the size of a horse and charge at Sukuna with bloodied claws. His spikes could be removed if Supernova had no other choice. During one particularly gruesom battle, Sukuna had lost himself in rage after Supernova managed to cut off two of his arms with his Piercing Bood attack. The cat snarled and spit at Sukuna. He separated his longest spike from his back and shot it directly into Sukuna’s heart. The spike was still attached by a thin strand of blood, but it didn't take away from the force of the attack. It surprised Sukuna to see the cat land such a hit. Of course, Sukuna healed himself, only to see Supernova walking away from the fight with a bored expression. In fact, the cat was practically in a perpetual state of apathy. The only time that Sukuna had ever managed to see emotion on Supernova's features was when he had spied on the cat and saw that the cat was whimpering over several stones. There were ten in total with the three in the middle marked with a bloody paw print. Supernova let out soft whines as he tried his best to nuzzle the rocks. The rock in the very center had a pinkish hue and was the one Supernova was nuzzling the most. No longer wanting to watch the painful sight, Sukuna left with a new perspective on the cat. 

Overtime stayed far from Sukuna. Not out of fear, but out of disinterest. The mummy-like creature spent most of his time by Infinite’s side, though it looked like it was often against his will. When not being dragged to places by Infinite, Overtime enjoyed being on the beach Sukuna first woke up at. They had the entire world at their disposal, so Sukuna and the six guardians would travel to the most remote areas. Any place with a beach was favored by Overtime. Though, as long as it was peaceful, Overtime would enjoy it. If the others were intruding on Overtime’s resting spot, he would use his wrappings to constrict whoever had dared disturb him. The most common offender was Infinite. However, the draconic bird would be allowed to stay once he gave Overtime a fruit and didn’t squawk. A few times, Sukuna had caught the often rambunctious bird sleeping in the sand next to Overtime. If anyone could calm the storm that was Infinite, it was Overtime. This ability to calm spread to the other guardians. He was the one that separated squabbles or forced the others to settle down. In turn, the others seemed to respect Overtime the most. Sukuna had even respected the volcanic mummy after engaging him in battle. Despite never seeing him fight, Overtime attacked like a seasoned warrior. His wrapping would lengthen at his request and would be shot out at Sukuna. Despite looking like cloth, Overtime could make his wrapping become as sharp as a blade when in combat. He hit with ferocious strength, speed, and accuracy. When hit by his ratio technique, Sukuna could feel the weak spot being forced to form on his body. When wanting to deliver a stronger attack, Overtime would use his wrappings to form a blunt sword. Each swing carried great power that shook the ground below. Although, if Overtime thought the battle was dragging on for too long, he would stop and go to the nearest secluded area. 

Chimera was the second most frequent attacker. It was obvious as to why, considering the person Chimera originated from. Sukuna had always seen the great potential in Fushiguro Megumi.  As a cursed soul, the fragments of the ten-shadows user could still be seen within the dark creature. Without any morals to hold him back, Chimera attacked with total abandon. He would summon armies of frogs just to see how much he could overwhelm Sukuna. He would mix up his strategies each time they fought. Chimera enjoyed seeing Sukuna caught off guard and made it his job to startle the curse at any given moment. When Sukuna tried to rest, usually because there was nothing else to do, Chimera often manifested out of the shadows to summon a pool of darkness underneath the curse. The only touch of color Chimera had were his green eyelights. The light would shift into the form of the shikigami Chimera was summoning. Despite the disadvantage it gave Chimera, the shadow monster did not give Sukuna a chance to prepare for the oncoming shikigami. Chimera was perfectly capable of fighting without the help of his shikigami. The fact that Chimera did not need to keep his hands free to maintain his technique, Chimera had no problems barraging Sukuna with blows and strikes. Besides his shikigami, Chimera could summon a pair of tonfas, a sword, and a blade. Each was made of the goopy material that Chimera himself was made of, but it did not take away from the sharpness of the weapons. It was exhilarating to battle Chimera. Sukuna could fight the cursed soul for hours with no victor in sight. The way that their battles usually ended was when Overtime physically dragged Chimera from the area. The mummy would use the magma burning inside the left side of his body to force the shadow creature into giving up. 

Infinite, as always, took great care in being as infuriating as possible. While fighting the others was exciting and invigorating, fighting Infinite was more akin to torture. Both Infinite and Sukuna were equal in physical strength and speed, but Infinite had a new advantage that the sorcerer he was based on never had. Gojo Satoru’s Infinite Void was a domain that overloaded the victim with so much information that they were struck frozen and vulnerable.  Sukuna remembered the overwhelming sensation well during their fight. However, Infinite used this ability to overload an opponent with information much differently. If Sukuna made eye contact with Infinite, the creature was capable of plaguing the curse with violent hallucinations. If Sukuna made eye contact with the eyes on Infinite’s tail when it was fully spread, the hallucinations given were so vivid that Sukuna would think his real body had been attacked. Infinite could construct the hallucinations he caused to his liking. In other words, Infinite personally created the most horrific images to infect Sukuna’s mind. The hallucinations always contained Yuuji in some way since Infinite wanted to make Sukuna suffer.  The need to make Sukuna hurt was an instinct engraved deeply in the feather dragon. It pushed the cursed soul to attack Sukuna the most. He did not give Sukuna hallucinations every time they fought, unknowingly preventing Sukuna from preparing his mind for the onslaught of horror. Most of Infinite’s attacks were petty in nature and meant to annoy Sukuna. Infinite would use his smoky tail to wip Sukuna across the face or use the eyes within to stalk the man. His beak would be used to deliver quick pecks to every inch of exposed skin. There were more than twenty times where Infinite dragged a rabid animal with his claws to throw it at Sukuna. Other times, Infinite would screech loudly when Sukuna tried to nap, not stopping until one of his fellow guardians forced him to. The only proof that Infinite had the capability to be anything but insane was when he interacted with the other guardians. He showed great affection towards Overtime, Chimera, and Resonance. The other two did not appreciate the dragon’s touchiness whatsoever, so Infinite begrudgingly let them be. Though, the bird would still try to mess with them from time to time. Infinite seemed to take pride in how irritating he was. 

Eventually, the exhilarating battles and spars grew old. Sukuna had allowed himself to fight each cursed soul as long as he could. He knew he could end the battles in moments, but the curse had been desperate for something to do. Infinite was the only one whose battles Sukuna never tried to drag on. The thrill Sukuna had felt vanished. It seemed the group of cursed souls noticed as their attacks stopped. One day, it became too much for even Sukuna to bear. He turned to the six creatures and spoke with exhaustion clear in his tone. 

“I cannot wait another million years like this. It’s mind numbingly boring, and I am sick of such monotony. I am going to rest for as long as I can. Do whatever you wish, I don’t care. Ideally, I do not want to wake up unless it’s finally the Heian Era. Do not bother me until then if you wish to keep your heads.” 

Thankfully, the world would give the sleep Sukuna had wished for. The only memories he had of his self-induced hibernation was the smell of smoke in the air, then sudden feeling of everything being ice cold, and the occasional noises from the six creatures who would periodically check on the massive curse. Sukuna did not dream the entire time. It felt like he closed his eyes, got stuck in a void that had no light, noise, smell, or surface, then woke up to a screeching bird. 

Sukuna had to listen to the loud squawks until his muddled mind regained its sharpness. Once awake enough, Infinite dragged Sukuna out of the cave he did not remember falling asleep in. Outside of the cave, the other guardians were waiting with excitement clear in their features. When he looked around the place the cave was situated in, he felt a wave of familiarity wash over him. The villages nearby were identical to the ones Sukuna remembered of the Heian Era. More importantly, the cursed energy he senses indicated the birth of sorcerers and curses. Instead of getting to familiarize himself with ancient Japan again, Infinite grabbed Sukuna and tossed him onto his back. Before Sukuna could react, the dragon leaped into the sky with great speed. Like the prior blindfolded maniac, Infinite was able to float. Infinite had grown to his full size, allowing his fellow guardians to fit on his body. Boogie and Supernova were clinging desperately to Infinite’s long neck while Resonance and Overtime were tightly gripping Infinite’s white mane like the reins of a horse. Chimera had simply hidden himself within Sukuna’s shadow. It had happened so fast that it took Sukuna a few minutes to realize what had happened. Eventually, Sukuna began to watch the clouds fly past them. The air was thin, but it was crisp and fresh. It ended much too quickly in Sukuna’s opinion, but Sukuna was immediately distracted by the familiar village they were heading towards. 

It was Sukuna’s village when he was a human. 

Infinite landed in an empty field to prevent anyone from seeing the cursed souls. Unlike regular curses, cursed souls could be seen by all. At the time, this was unknown to Sukuna as he only knew that animals could see the guardians. 

Based on the insistent nudges Infinite was giving Sukuna, the curse knew that something crucial was about to happen. He adorned a stern expression and arrived at the village in the blink of an eye. It was obvious when he was due to the stench of death and sickness in the air. Sukuna walked through his village, looking for his human counterpart. The human that had become Sukuna was long gone in an erased world. The Ryomen of this world was about to reach his point of no return if Sukuna did not act quickly. 

It was easy to find Ryomen. No one had ever looked like them with their pink hair, but Ryomen stuck out even more with the tattoos etched onto his skin. That was new, but Sukuna did not dwell on it as he reached the scene that broke Ryomen unfold. It was almost pathetic to see his former self kneeling in the dirt as he begged the village elders and healers to help his boy. The sight of a lifeless Yuuji made Sukuna feel sick. Seeing a child version of the boy he had hurt was horrible, but it was even worse considering the evidence that the child had been dead for at least several days. Ryomen continued his begging like a madman. His grief was so great that Ryomen had become delusional. Sukuna watched silently as the villagers surrounded the suffering young man. 

“TAKE THAT INFECTED CORPSE OUT OF THE VILLAGE THIS INSTANT, RYOMEN!”

“THERE IS A PLAGUE. WE DON’T NEED YOUR ROTTEN CHILD MAKING IT WORSE!”

“WE SHOULD GET RID OF BOTH OF THEM. RYOMEN HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BAD OMEN WITH THOSE MARKINGS!” 

“WE SHOULD GET THE JUJUTSU SORCERERS TO EXORCIZE HIM! HE’S CLEARLY NOT A HUMAN! WE WERE FOOLISH TO EVER BELIEVE HE WAS!”

“CURSE!”

“DEMON!”

“MONSTER!”

The crowd quickly turned into a riot of angry villagers too paranoid to see the clearly human man sobbing for help. The Ryomen from Sukuna’s old world was never treated this badly, nor was he so dangerously thin. Then again, this Ryomen had tattoos that old Ryomen never had. Such a supposedly insignificant addition must have caused the young man’s life to become worse than ever before. Sukuna could not interact with any of the humans, so he continued to wait patiently until Ryomen’s cursed energy reached its peak. It had been steadily increasing with each new insult from the villagers. 

All it took was a small torch to make Ryomen snap. 

A man had thrown a lit torch at Ryomen in an attempt to rid the village of the infectious corpse and the black sheep of the village. In an instant, the rags both Ryomen and Yuuji wore caught on fire. Cruel, sick smiles were present on the elders of the village as screams of agony erupted from the grieving father. With Ryomen set aflame, one of the healers grabbed Yuuji and ran to throw the child into the mass grave pit. 

Before the healer could get very far, maniacal laughter made her stop in her tracks. Despite his flesh peeling off and blistering, Ryomen began walking to the healer. It was a gruesome sight. Some of the villagers were already throwing up at the sight and smell of Ryomen’s burning flesh. Sukuna was amazed by the man’s ability to remain standing. 

Even though Ryomen could not speak anymore or really see, he smiled wide with bloody cracked lips. The aura of his cursed energy grew potent enough that all the villagers, no matter how old, were left trembling and unable to move. Ryomen raised his arms, seemingly ignoring the layers of skin being burnt off, and mimicked how one would draw a bow and arrow. Sukuna recognized the motion and grinned. The flesh on his hands and fingers were nothing but blood and muscle, but the squares on each fingertip had remained, even without the layer of skin. With gums bleeding and skin peeling, Ryomen spoke with a broken voice. 

“F u g a.”

An arrow made out of fire formed between his burning hands, but Ryomen did not waver once. The villagers were still paralyzed in terror as the arrow grew bigger. A myriad of colors could be seen within the flames, it was a beautiful sight. That was until Ryomen released the arrow aimed directly at the healer who had stolen Yuuji. 

In less than a second a once thriving village had been reduced to nothing but ash. The charred corpses of the villagers were unrecognizable and the smell was unbearable. Sukuna stood among the destruction, simply admiring Ryomen’s power. His pleased observations were overtaken when the wail of a tortured man filled the air. 

This bastard better not be dead. Sukuna ran towards the noise and easily found the source of the cries. Blood pooled from every orifice and inch of Ryomen’s burnt skin. However, the wails were not caused by pain but grief as Ryomen knelt by the incinerated remains of his son. The fire had been so strong that the boy was nothing but bones and ash. Sukuna looked at the horrific sight with an intense sadness he had never felt before. Without a word, the massive curse knelt next to Ryomen and placed a hand on his back. Unlike every other living being he had encountered, Sukuna’s hand did not pass through upon contact. Ryomen jolted at the unexpected touch, his grief-filled screams stopping. 

“Your son is going to be okay. I promise.” Sukuna spoke softly at the man, not reacting to the gore underneath his palm. The curse let his reverse cursed technique flow through Ryomen. His skin began to stitch back together, and his bleeding stopped entirely. Considering the extent of the damage to Ryomen, Sukuna took extra care when healing him. Most of his nerve endings had been fried, so Sukuna focused immensely on fixing them without error. After some time of meticulous healing, the only proof that Ryomen had been hurt was the ash on his face and body and the bloodstains.

Ryomen passed out immediately upon becoming fully healed, collapsing against Sukuna. Again, Sukuna’s body remained solid against his human counterpart. Sukuna reached out another hand to scoop up one of the charred bones that had once belonged to a lovable boy. Sukuna felt pain in his chest again, but he refused to break. With even greater care than before, the monstrous being poured as much of his reversed cursed technique into the tiny bone. Eventually, the cracks on the bone disappeared and it regained its ivory color. 

Without looking up, Sukuna already knew that the guardians had arrived. They had perfect timing as always. When a beak gently nudged the hand that had Yuuji’s bone fragment, Sukuna raised his gaze. 

For the first time, the blindfold that was supposed to be permanently attached to Infinite had disappeared. Six eyes, a pair of three on each side, looked at him imploringly. There was no cheekiness or teasing to be found in Infinite’s gaze. Sukuna nearly refused to give Infinite the last piece of Yuuji, but he then remembered the purpose of the guardians. It was in the name, they protected Yuuji in every sense of the word. He knew how much the people the cursed souls were based on loved Yuuji. They would never wish any harm on the boy. With a great sigh, Sukuna opened his palm to reveal the bone shard. Infinite cooed at the tiny piece and delicately picked up the fragment with his beak. When Infinite turned to walk towards his other guardians, he paused and looked back at Sukuna. There was gratefulness in those eyes and Infinite bowed his head in thanks. 

Sukuna would never see the guardians again after that.

It did not matter as he had a new person to focus on. Ryomen would be Sukuna’s proper vessel, but the curse would make sure that the human would stay alive no matter what. He knew in his soul that Yuuji and his guardians would come back, so the boy would need Ryomen. Yuuji needed his father and Ryomen needed his son. 

As Sukuna sat in the remains of the village, he made a binding vow with himself that he would never fail the two people who would become his most precious treasures. 

Things would be different. 

Things would be happier. 

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Present Time

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“Sukuna.”

“Sukuna.”

“Suuuukuuunaaaa!”

“Dumbass!”

“Fuckface!”

“Uh…Suku?”

In an instant, Sukuna grabbed at the hand poking him and twisted.  Ryomen yelped in pain and wrenched his arm from Sukuna’s grip. “I told you to never use that infernal nickname.”

“Well, it woke you up, right?”

A grumble was the only response Sukuna gave. He opened his eyes that he hadn’t realized he closed and was surprised when he saw a sunny sky and fluffy clouds. Sukuna glanced at his left, where Ryomen had been poking him, and guffawed at the outfit the baby in his arms was wearing. Ryomen held Yuuji like the lion cub from the movie Ryomen forced him to watch a few months ago. He looked extremely proud of himself, and Yuuji squealed as his father raised him high in the air.

The baby was wearing a tiger onesie with detachable paws and ears on the hood of the outfit. Yuuji giggled like a hyena as Ryomen bounced him. “He’s finally in his true form.” Ryomen chuckled to himself as he looked at his adorable tiger cub. It was a slightly delirious laugh, and Sukuna saw the reason as to why. The usual bags under Ryomen’s eyes had darkened so much it looked like a bruise. Ryomen desperately needed to sleep, and Sukuna had just woken up from an accidental nap. 

Sukuna sighed and raised his two upper arms towards Yuuji. “Give him to me, idiot. You are going to blackout any second now, and I do not wish for Yuuji to sustain an injury so soon after acquiring him.” 

There were still many issues to talk about, especially the concerning message Ryomen received, but his sleep deprivation caught the best of him. When Ryomen was about to refuse, his vision started to blur, and he knew it was his body screaming at him to rest. “Fine. Wake me in ten minutes. I’ll make this a test for you.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious. Once I come back, there better not be a single hair misplaced on Yuuji’s head.”

“Alright.”

“If there is even a-”

“Ryomen. Go. To. Bed.”

“...Ten minutes.” The pink haired man gave one last glare to Sukuna before walking back towards the house. However, his walk was more of a stagger. 

Sukuna rolled his eyes at the stubborn man’s antics. The tiny baby in his lap made any irritation the curse would have felt disappear. Yuuji held one of Sukuna’s fingers with a curious expression. He looked so impossibly small compared to Sukuna. Yuuji’s hands could not even wrap around Sukuna’s finger. Despite the size difference, Yuuji showed not a hint of fear towards the curse. His bright, wide eyes looked at Sukuna with so much happiness. No being had ever looked at Sukuna like that. A warmth blossomed in Sukuna’s chest at the smile Yuuji was giving him. This time, Sukuna relished in the warmth instead of suppressing it. 

With great care, Sukuna picked up Yuuji and stood. The baby was small enough to fit in Sukuna’s palm, but there was still no fear from Yuuji. Sukuna breathed in the fresh air. For a moment, he was worried that his form would dissipate, but Yuuji’s presence only strengthened Sukuna’s ability to remain tangible. He couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose into Yuuji’s hair, dislodging the hoodie. Yuuji grabbed at Sukuna’s nose with his chubby hand, and the warmth within the curse grew like a welcoming hearth. The happiness Sukuna felt could not compare to his past life. Doing what he desired and killing who he wanted had never brought Sukuna such a feeling of warmness and joy. 

Sukuna’s smile was the brightest it had ever been. He let out a content hum as he held Yuuji close to his chest. The baby responded to his hums with happy coos.

He was happy.

No matter what, Sukuna would make sure that the smile on Yuuji’s face never disappears again. 

[rossellini-tyrell]

Nothing’s Gonna Change My World

Ch. 1 - Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Word Count: 3,095

Warnings: Attemped SA/kidnapping, Pavitr beats up the bad guy, panic attacks, discussion of SA (this fic is potentially really triggering for some, please stay safe!)

Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader Posted here on tumblr for the first time, also found on AO3 and Wattpad. This is being posted a second time for people who do not wish to leave tumblr to read the fic ---------- Preface: This story takes place several years after the events of Across the Spiderverse, Pavitr and the reader are somewhere in their 20s at this point in time. This story involves a reader who survives an attempted SA, there will be brief description of the rescue from the event, and extensive discussion of the emotional impact of the event on the reader. There will be no graphic descriptions of the event itself. The contents of this story may be triggering for some to read, for that reason. ------------ Being Spider-Man is not so easy. Pavitr doesn't like to admit it, but not even he can fix everything. Sure, Spider-Man thinks it's pretty entertaining to knock down the outlandish supervillains he's encountered trolling around the city, but Pavitr knows that the property damage left behind might take years to recover from, if ever. Businesses, homes, dreams crumbling to the Earth in billowing columns of dust. Pavitr had to watch one of his best childhood friends move away because they had nowhere else to go after his home was destroyed in a fight. Unfortunately, that wasn't the hardest lesson. The hardest realization Pavitr had to make was the one that regular people were the worst villains of all, capable of cruelty no magical creature nor mutated abomination could match. He'd thought he knew what evil was from Saturday morning cartoons: garish getups, twisted features, convoluted plans for world domination. He learned differently the first time he had to punch out a creep who refused to keep his hands to himself. No, it was not easy at all. Exhibit A: This asshat ruining his otherwise pleasant Friday evening eating his dinner in peace. Bitten-off cries tickle Pavitr's finely attuned ear, his Spider sense an itch, a prickling whine that beckons him walk this way. Pavitr doesn't bother to wipe the crumbs from his face, he yanks his mask around his chin and darts to peek into the alley below. There's a man down there, he's attempting to frog-march someone to his waiting car. It's not going that well as he's only got one hand free to do so, he's trying to muffle his captive's protests with the other, and it's clear she isn't interested in whatever he's offering. Spider-Man has had it with this shit. A younger him might have fought first with words, a puffed chest, the chance to walk away unscathed. Not anymore. His sense is keening now, its sharp talons scraping along his skin. The bangle is whipped off his wrist, the web follows behind it as vortexes in the air, the low whir intensifying as Pavitr picks up speed, the weapon spinning faster and faster overhead. He aims for the ankle and casts out his line with incredible ease. The bangle is now an impromptu bola, it swiftly winds its way around the assailant one, two, three times before Pavitr delivers a sharp tug, and the assailant stumbles. He waits for you to step out of reach, and you do so quickly. In a few graceful wall jumps, he's there, recalling his bangle only to fling it down with a mighty crack on the man's head. Pavitr pins the sputtering main to the ground and lands a jab in his gut, there's cheap vodka on his breath and his eyes are bleary, unfocused. He makes quick work of binding him up with web, leaving a note behind as to what landed him in this predicament. He wants everyone to know what he did. Nostrils flaring, he turns now to you, hiding behind the front of the man's car. Pavitir nimbly tumbles over the car's sleek hood to get to where you're crouched, hands over your ears. He lowers himself down to your level. "Miss, are you alright? Are you hurt?" he gently asks. He gets no response but a gasping sob, red-rimmed eyes meeting his through his mask as you turn to acknowledge your rescuer for the first time. Pavitr gives you a once-over for any obvious injuries and oh his heart aches. Tiny bruises are blooming on your jaw, the rivulets from your tears trailing along them. Your chest is heaving as your breathing comes quick and hoarse, and he notices one wrist wears an angry purple blotch from being restrained. Nothing looks broken and he doesn't see any open wounds, but it doesn't stop his sense's painfully sharp hold on him. The shrill wail pitches in and out, not unlike a radio being tuned to the right frequency. He can hear shuffling in the building you must have come out of - a local nightclub - and he knows he needs to make his exit. "Hey, I have to get you out of here," he explains. "Can you walk?" On shaky legs, you stand, pulling yourself up on the car's rear view mirror. Pavitr immediately offers his own hand to help you up the rest of the way, but is met with a sharp twinge from his sense as you recoil from the gesture, and winces himself. She's so frightened of me. Pavitr exhales and steels himself for what he has to do next. "We're out of time, I'm sorry, but I have to swing us out of here before people come out and see.  I need to you grab on around my neck and I'll do the rest, I promise I'll make it quick and I won't drop you, okay?" he instructs. He waits for your nod of assent, even though his sense is screaming that you don't like this. Pavitr guides your hands around him and takes firm hold of your waist, his breath hitches and his pulse stutters when he feels you hide your face against his shoulder. "There you go, good job," he praises, attempting to defuse your anxiety. "Ready?" he prompts. He feels your nod and tosses out a web, finding purchase on a nearby rooftop and up, up, up he goes. Pavitr truly does try to not swing too fast, he feels awful enough seeing your eyes screwed shut, face firmly jammed against him, but you still feel the cold breeze sailing past your legs as you swing. Just as promised, he sets you down shortly after. He's found a quiet rooftop a few blocks away, you open your eyes to find your vision swimming and blurry at the edges. You stumble out of Pavitr's hold, eyes blown wide and breathing still at breakneck pace. "H-he was gonna- I didn't want to-" you whimper. "Woah, hey now, you're okay-" Pavitr starts. "I t-told him n-n-no and he just, he just grabbed m-me and- my friends are gonna-" "Hey there-" he tries to gently interrupt. "Why did he do that?" your cry is so quiet from running out of breath, you're wheezing now and it's getting hard to stand, so you don't. Pavitr's heart sinks because you look so crushed, his sense has set his nervous system on fire, the burning arcs from spine to fingers. "Hey, hey, darling, hey, shhhhh..." he coos, moving to sit across from you. "Hey, can I borrow one of your hands for a bit?" You oblige him, and he takes your hand in his. They're warm, with long, elegant fingers, and your eyes are drawn to the dried blood staining the knuckles of his suit. "Can you tell me your name, darling?" "(You)" you stammer out between labored breaths. Pavitr's lips give the tiniest quirk of a smile through his mask. "Okay (You), if you keep breathing like that, you're gonna pass out. So I'm gonna put your hand right here-" he splays your hand across his chest, over his heart, and he holds it there. "And you and I are gonna take some deep breaths together, yeah? Can you try for me?" You nodded again. "Good, deep breath in -"  he inhales, and you follow, shaky and shallow. "- and out," he releases slowly. You try to mimic him, but end up coughing instead, your throat feels raw and parched. "Good job, (You)!" cheers Pavitr. He links your free hands together and gives yours a small squeeze. His mask crinkles a little around the eyes, from the smile he must be giving you. You imagine it's probably brilliant to see and thinking about it feels nice. "Let's try some more." You follow his deep breathing for a few more minutes. It gets easier to keep pace, the panic starts to retract its claws from around your throat, your ribcage expands and contracts. Periodically, he rewards you with a "You're doing so good", his voice warm and honey-sweet, his heart a hummingbird's wings fluttering against the palm of your hand. It's cold outside at this time of night, but you can't help but feel heat at the apples of your cheeks. Eventually, you're able to match him. On the final exhale, Pavitr takes hold of the hand on his chest and laces his fingers through it, bringing your joined hands between you. His sense has dulled to no more than a soft hum at the base of his skull. "There you are, darling," he purrs. You manage a wisp of a grin for his efforts, the tear tracks drying over your cheeks are uncomfortably sticky as you do. "I'm - " you begin. "I'm beyond sorry for how I freaked out at you-" "Absolutely do not apologize apologize for that. Do not," Pavitr emphatically cuts you off. "There's nothing unnatural about being upset when someone is endangering you." "But none of that's your responsibility, Spider-Man," you explain. "You saved me. And for that, I'm so grateful, truly. You have entirely more important shit to do than sit with some girl and her feelings." "The point of being Spider-Man is keeping people safe. That does extend to helping people feel safe too, 'yanno," says Pavitr, who takes a moment to brush his long hair from his eyes. "I would think ensuring you feel safe is included in the job description." "I - thank you," you say. "Everyone always talks about how cool it is to get saved by Spider-Man. That we should consider ourselves lucky if it happens, say thank you, and off you go to your next adventure," you swallow. "I don't feel lucky right now, I feel...hurt. Scared. Angry." "Could anyone blame you, though?" Pavitr muses. "I mean, for a lot of people from an outside perspective, it is cool to see Spider-Man up close, I'm pretty handsome, 'yanno?" he waggles his eyebrows. That one does get a giggle out of you, and oh he loves the sound. He wants to let the memory etch grooves into his mind, and trace them with his finger when the days are too long. "Jokes aside, people assume that I'm infallible. When I save people, that doesn't make whatever happened, not have happened. If I were in your position, I'd feel the same as you do. I think that should be honored, not pushed aside." "That's really nice, Spider-Man, thank you," you sniffle. "I'm just...nervous. About tomorrow. He..." Pavitr doesn't miss the delicate wobble of your lower lip, nor the shine of the fresh tears in your eyes. A comforting hand finds a perch on your shoulder. "He is- he was my friend. I've known him for years. In what world would have thought this is something he'd do? I don't get it, truly, I don't. I don't know what signs I missed, or if I was giving mixed signals, maybe my outfit was-" "Darling, don't finish that sentence," Pavitr stops you. "It was not your fault. It's never your fault, you get me?" he takes your hand again, and waits pointedly for you to nod your agreement. "I wanna see a 'yes'." You nod in reply, although your hesitance shows in the way you worry your lip on a canine. Pavitr guides you to face him with a gentle hand on your cheek. "Listen to me, (You). It does not fucking matter what you were wearing, what you were doing, whatever bullshit happened over the course of your relationship with him, or how the Delhi Capitals fared at the auction this year, I don't care. There is no world, no universe where it is okay to do that to someone. He does not have that right, and I need you to understand this." You couldn't see his face, but the mask he wore did nothing to obscure the cold fury in his expression. "But what if nobody believes me?" "I believe you," Pavitr replied, without a hint of hesitation. "Wholeheartedly, I believe you. I'd hope that me tying him up with web and leaving a note about what I saw would help on that end, but if for some reason it isn't enough, know that I believe you, okay?" The relief you felt was palpable. The pain isn't completely gone, and your emotions are still a tangled ball of yarn, knots twisting in your stomach, but having something meant so much in this moment. Not only did he save you, even better, he heard you. You reach up to wipe at your misty eyes, reddened and tired from crying. "This is kind of a weird ask but...can I hug you?" you shyly inquire. Pavitr recoils, his eyebrows raising in surprise at the question. For a moment, you'd though you'd offended him when- "Of course you can," he affirms. And then he does. He's firm, strong, jacked even, but he's not suffocating as he holds you. Inky wisps from his fringe tickle your cheek as you start sobbing all over again into his shoulder. Pavitr says nothing, only moves to support the back of your head with his hand as you let everything out, finally. You sit in silence for a while, the pain slowly dissipating like a sluggish drain into the fabric of his suit. Night air's tiny fangs nip at your ears, but neither of you care. It's quiet, no monsters to fight, no villains to thwart, no crime to bust. It's nice out here, and for now, that's all that matters. After a few minutes, you run out of energy to keep going. Your head feels full of cotton, fatigue pulls at you like the whine of a dying light bulb. You pull back from Pavitr with a whispered "thank you", who wipes off the last of your tears with a swipe of a second knuckle and a "don't mention it". "You look like you could fall asleep standing up," he observes. "Any chance I can swing you back home?" "At this point, I'm too exhausted to care. Why not," you grumble, rubbing at your sore eyes. Pavitr guides your arms around him once more, a dance he's performed hundreds of times over. A strong arm winds around your waist, pulling you closer, close enough to hear the tattoo of his heart against his chest wall. But it's when he asks "Where to, miss?" in dulcet tones that you shiver, letting it ripple from the neck down. Pavitr hopes you didn't hear his heart screeching to a sudden stop when you gave him your reply. He hadn't realized that he'd rescued his upstairs neighbor tonight. "Oh, I know exactly where that is! That's where I- my friend lives! Downstairs! In that building! Haha that's so funny, what a small world..." he prattles, and hopes you didn't catch his near-miss. He imagines that if he pulled off his mask right now, he'd be redder than the suit is. "Yeah, small world," you yawn. Oh she's precious like this. "Alright, sleepyhead, you ready to go home?" jokes Pavitr. Your only response is a high grunt, too tired for words. "I'll take that as a yes, then," and off he goes. This go around, he takes the chance to put some zip in his step, taking bigger arcs and wider corners. The sensation of your stomach dropping wakes you up a bit, and you take the chance to peek over Spider-Man's shoulder. You couldn't be more glad you did. Lights in the windows glitter on the accents of Spider-Man's suit, a golden shimmer flitting across the skyline. The silver shine of the moon ripples in his hair as it whips in his own breeze. Despite the circumstances, the night is beautiful (he's beautiful), and he's given you the gift of the wind. You start to feel somewhat sad when he decelerates to a stop against the roof ledge of your building. Carefully, he rappels you down to your fire escape, setting you down so gently, as if you might break. "Lucky me, I left my window unlocked before I left. I probably should stop doing that..." you opined. "Nah, I think you're good. I think I whooped his ass so hard his grandchildren will feel it. If he even gets to have any after this," said Pavitr, in his attempt to not let you leave on a sad note. "You're right. He probably has enough brain matter left to realize leaving me alone is the smart choice." It's when you have one foot back into your apartment he calls your name, his voice wrapping around it like silkworm threads. "Whatever you decide to do to move forward from this, that's up to you entirely, I support whatever you choose. But if you do want to pursue this officially...I'll help you," Pavitr offers. "You'd really do that?" you ask incredulously. "I really would. I want to, if that's what you want," he says. "Besides, my friend does live here. Chances are you might see me around again," (he hopes he does). "Well, thank you for offering. I'll have to think about it...process all this. I'm sure you'll hear about it if I do go to the police?" you say. "I would. And like I said earlier, it's just part of my job. Don't worry about it," assures Pavitr. You notice he shifts his weight towards his back foot, about to turn to leave, to disappear into the glimmer of the skyline. "Oh, and Spider-Man, before you go?" you call for him, hand outstretched. He pauses a moment before approaching you. Once he's in reach, you decide "to Hell with it", and pull him in closer. Pavitr freezes in place when you plant a kiss on his masked cheek. He hopes you can't feel his face burning through the fabric, or the hitching of his breath when you replace your lips with your hand. "Thank you, for everything. I really do appreciate it. And I'm sorry if I-" you're interrupted when Pavitr's hand covers yours. "Hey, don't finish that sentence, darling." He shoots you a wink through his mask the best he can. "You have a good night. You need it." Reluctantly, you part, and he waits for you to slip back into your apartment, lock the window, and draw the curtains before turning to take the fire escape down a level. Pavitr leaps through his own bathroom window soundlessly, peeling off his mask to look at himself in the mirror. Yep, redder than the suit, just as he thought. Being Spider-Man is not easy.

[littleslithewhump]

Day 29 - milking

Every exhale from him is a whimper. 

“Hm.” I trace a finger down his body, touching the edge of his sharp little ribcage. He shivers at the touch, straining at his cuffs–he’s ticklish there, so I tease him to watch him jolt and shudder even more. 

His squirming seems exhausted, fuzzy. 

“You must be so tired, pet.” 

He weeps in earnest, murmuring that he is, that he’s so tired, please don’t leave him again, don’t leave him in that horrible bind again–

“Hush, pet.” 

He stops speaking, just letting pathetic little sobs out when he can’t contain them anymore. 

“Poor thing,” I simper, smiling. 

I pick him up, almost shocked at how easy it is. How is it that, somehow, in the past few weeks, the skinny twink has lost weight?--have the last little shreds of resistance finally left him? He curls into me.

“You’re getting me wet, pet,” I murmur to him as I carry him upstairs. 

He apologizes over and over, begs me not to hurt him, says that he’ll find a way to dry himself off–

I laugh at his babbling.  

I set him down gently on the bed, easing him down as if the bed is made of concrete. His brows furrow, a vulnerable little expression, as I hold the nape of his neck. 

Nothing makes him break quite like little shreds of tenderness. A pathetic little thing to learn about him, breaking through the image of the independent little scholar I knew before I took him. Breaking through even that little piece of snark that had remained after playing with tentacles, even after I thought I broke him down completely. 

“Do you still think pain is just pain, pet?” I ask him, pinching the inside of his bound thigh.

He squeezes his eyes shut, tensing up as though he expects me to hit him. “No, no, you’re so…so new, so…” 

Odd little mumblings. Pride and cunning all gone, all fucked and tortured out of him. 

I untie the frog ties, gently extending the limb for him, even rubbing out the rope marks, impressed on his skin. More vulnerable little furrows, more little whimpers, as though he expects the massage to be followed up with beating. 

It’s tempting. But it’s delicious, always, to hear him beg for me, tell me he needs me. To know that his mind is mine, as well as his body.  

I stretch out his other limb, rubbing my thumbs into the slim, weakened muscle. 

“Beg me to touch you, pet.” 

He does it without hesitation, begging for me to touch him, to do whatever I want with him. 

So I do. He is, at last, being good, and I tell him so. 

I spit on his cock, and he moans unashamedly, throwing back his head. It reveals the bruises, the ligature marks, the friction burns on his neck. It makes me grip him harder, makes me trace his pretty little asshole with my finger. 

“This is where you belong, pet. You understand?”

“Yes–yes–”

I cut him off as I jerk him off faster, sliding my finger inside, searching for the little bundle of nerves that makes him groan and arch his back, makes his legs twitch. 

When he comes, I grip him tight, jerking him slowly and deeply, milking every drop of cum from him, dirtying his concave stomach. I keep going, even as he shudders and tries to pull away, even as his cock grows red and painful, even as sweat beads his body. 

I continue to pull at him, even as he whimpers in overstimulated pain. He knows better, at least, than to ask me to stop. He just cries. 

I rub his spend all over him, over his ribs, up under his collar. 

He tries to curl away, but my grip is unrelenting. 

“Beg me for it, pet.” 

He whines, chest heaving, trying to battle the nerves in his body that, I’m sure, want him to beg me to stop. 

But he does it, squeaking out that he wants me to keep going, wants me to please keep touching him. 

“Good boy,” I growl, finally letting go of his tortured prick to lift his hips onto my lap, to prod my cock against his ass. It makes him whimper. 

When I fuck him, he goes limp beneath me, any shred of tension eking out of his body. He moans when I tease his prostate. My pet. My slut.  

I rake my fingers through his hair, gripping it by the root, licking the tears off his grimy face. 

When I ask him what he wants, he can only say one gorgeous little word. 

You. You. You.

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@whumped-by-glitter

[sakustars]

LAKE

kiyoomi sakusa x male!reader

sfw; fluff; magic au; witch omi; wizard reader; nonsexual nudity; first kisses

there was some sort of mundane innocence that came with being naked together like this. just existing.

if the other witches in his coven saw him now, stripped down past his socks, wallowing in the lake in peaceful coexistence with a wizard boy, they’d damn near have a collective heart attack.

the coven didn’t like wizards. any of them. which was odd, since none of them between kiyoomi and six generations back had ever interacted with one, so for all they knew, their long held prejudices were completely unfounded.

“wizards are dangerous!” “wizards hurt and experiment on plants and animals!” “wizards are all full of themselves!”

but these beliefs did not match up with reality one bit, especially not when considering you.

you. a wizard. and the most perfect boy kiyoomi had ever met.

he’d been scared at first, wandering too far away from the coven’s grove and managing to get himself caught in an animal trap. he’d been stuck there for thirty minutes before you came. he’d recognised you immediately as a wizard, from your hat and robes, and started pelting you with whatever pebbles he could reach as you approached him.

but you persisted, mind set and unwavering from your goal of freeing him. you had deftly managed to sever the ropes binding his legs with a spell as he yelled and thrashed, and tried healing the skin they had chaffed once he had calmed down and realised you had no intention of hurting him.

that day, as you furrowed your brows and muttered a messy incantation, the tips of your fingers barely skating over his rough skin, he swore you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on. he had to see you again.

the spell was shoddy work: healing was never wizards’ forte. they were scientists, not doctors, after all. he knew that any one witch at his coven could fully heal the burns on his legs in half a second, but he was desperate for an excuse to meet with you more.

“meet me here tonight at dusk, to do this again and heal me properly,” he had whispered urgently, conscious of how long it had been since he had left the grove.

you had frowned at this, confused. “aren’t you witches meant to be good at healing—”

“i want you to do it,” he said, offering you no explanation before scampering off.

you had met him there that night. and the night after. and some after the that. you had spent hours upon hours exploring the woods in which you both lived, sharing in your magic and growing closer. and now, two years down the line, his coven still had no clue, and you had decided to share your greatest treasure with him.

the lake.

oh, the lake. it almost felt like a whole other reality, with huge weeping willows creating a cavern ceiling, fireflies lighting the place up and skating over the glowing blue water, containing all sorts of magical plants and creatures.

he laid in the shallows now, propped up on his elbows and bobbing slightly with the ebb of the water, watching you. you had waded out further into the lake, water lapping around your hips. he eyes traced lazily over what of you was visible. the line of your back, how your hands and shoulders moved as you talked; tracking a water droplet as it slowly slid its way down from your clavicle, past your chest, before pooling in your navel.

kiyoomi wanted to touch you. he wanted to use his index finger to trace the same path as that droplet; partake in the joy of being a part of you. you were distracted from him by the small frog-looking thing you were holding, talking fast about anything and everything you knew about the species, so enamoured you weren’t even checking if he was still listening.

so you didn’t notice as he stood up and waded up to meet you. he stood behind you, hovering. he had a good view of the nape of your neck with your hair pushed away, and god he wanted to touch it.

he needed to touch you.

he’d done it before, hands held tight as you trekked through uneven forest, tight hugs before parting, heads leant on shoulders sat by a fire.

but nothing like this. where you were so bare. so intimate

his body moved before his brain did, hands reaching forward and holding onto your hips. you yelped quietly in surprise, jumping and turning around to look at him.

it was at this point that kiyoomi realised what his hands had done without permission, and flushed a dark red. he didn’t retract his hands though — it was too late for that.

you turned fully to face him, dropping the creature back into the water. you looked at him expectantly, inching closer.

then stopped, your nose brushing his. waiting.

kiyoomi sucked in a breath and steeled his nerves, before closing the gap.

the kiss was warm, tasting of salt and love, and you reciprocated with enthusiasm, wrapping you arms around his neck. he rewarded you with a hum and a squeeze of your hips and you buried your hands in his dripping curls.

he didn’t care what his coven would think, as long as he had you.

🪐 a/n: reblogs, likes and comments are very appreciated <3

[templeofoccultpractices]

Hapi

Major cult center:Elephantine

Symbols:Amphora 𓎿 𓏂, Fertility, Hippopotamus, Lotus and Crocodiles (Upper Egypt), Papyrus plants and attended by frogs (Lower Egypt), Nile, Water

Connection to other gods:Geb (God of the earth), Neper (God of grain)

Priest names

(roles) priests were involved in rituals to ensure the steady levels of flow required from the annual flood. Located at Ta-Sety, Abu/Elephantine there was nilometer, a measuring device, was carefully monitored to predict the level of the flood, and his priests must have been intimately concerned with its monitoring.

Features

Hapy is show as an intersex person with a large belly and pendulous breasts, wearing a loincloth and ceremonial false beard. He is depicted with either blue or green skin, representing water. In Lower Egypt, he was adorned with papyrus plants and attended by frogs. In Upper Egypt, it was the lotus and crocodiles which were more present in the Nile. He is often pictured carrying offerings of food or pouring water from an amphora, but also, very rarely, was depicted as a hippopotamus. During the Nineteenth dynasty Hapy is often depicted as a pair of figures, each holding and tying together the long stem of two plants representing Upper and Lower Egypt, symbolically binding the two halves of the country around a hieroglyph meaning "union". Not to be confused with one of Horu's son Hapi by the same name.

Hapi (Ancient Egyptian: ḥʿpy) was the god of the annual flooding of the Nile in ancient Egyptian religion. The flood deposited rich silt (fertile soil) on the river's banks, allowing the Egyptians to grow crops. Hapi was greatly celebrated among the Egyptians. Some of the titles of Hapi were "Lord of the Fish and Birds of the Marshes" and "Lord of the River Bringing Vegetation". Hapi is typically depicted as an androgynous figure with a prominent belly and large drooping breasts, wearing a loincloth and ceremonial false beard.

Mythology

The annual flooding of the Nile occasionally was said to be the Arrival of Hapi. Since this flooding provided fertile soil in an area that was otherwise desert, Hapi symbolised fertility. He had large female breasts because he was said to bring a rich and nourishing harvest. Due to his fertile nature he was sometimes considered the "father of the gods",and was considered to be a caring father who helped to maintain the balance of the cosmos, the world or universe regarded as an orderly, harmonious system. He was thought to live within a cavern at the supposed source of the Nile near Aswan. The cult of Hapi was mainly located at the First Cataract named Elephantine. His priests were involved in rituals to ensure the steady levels of flow required from the annual flood. At Elephantine the official nilometer, a measuring device, was carefully monitored to predict the level of the flood, and his priests must have been intimately concerned with its monitoring.

Hapi was not regarded as the god of the Nile itself but of the inundation event. He was also considered a "friend of Geb", the Egyptian god of the earth, and the "lord of Neper", the god of grain.

Roles

Hapi is an intersexed god, who is probably shown this way to represent the fertility of the nile's annual flood. He is not considered the God of the Nile , but represent the annual flooding of the Nile and inundation event called the Arrival of Hapi. Hapi maintain the balance of the cosmos. He was sometimes considered the Father of the Gods because of his fertile.

Iconography

Although male and wearing the false beard, Hapi was pictured with pendulous breasts and a large stomach, as representations of the fertility of the Nile. He also was usually given blue or green skin, representing water. Other attributes varied, depending upon the region of Egypt in which the depictions exist. In Lower Egypt, he was adorned with papyrus plants and attended by frogs, present in the region, and symbols of it. Whereas in Upper Egypt, it was the lotus and crocodiles which were more present in the Nile, thus these were the symbols of the region, and those associated with Hapi there. Hapi often was pictured carrying offerings of food or pouring water from an amphora, but also, very rarely, was depicted as a hippopotamus. During the Nineteenth Dynasty Hapi is often depicted as a pair of figures, each holding and tying together the long stem of two plants representing Upper and Lower Egypt, symbolically binding the two halves of the country around a hieroglyph meaning "union".This symbolic representation was often carved at the base of seated statues of the pharaoh.[ Egyptian historian Al Maqrizi (1364–1442) related in his "El Khutat El Maqrizia (The Maqrizian Plans) that living virgins were sacrificed annually as "brides of the Nile" ("Arous El Nil") and this has been historically accepted as late as the 1970s. but this claim is disputed by some Egyptologists such as Bassam El Shammaa.

──────⊰In Workings⊱──────

*Please know basic protections and energy work before attempting any deity work.*

*It is important to note that everyone's experiences are different and will work with spirits for different reasons. Some people may like a spirit while others will not and that's okay. Ask these spirits what they will work with you on as well as ask them if they can help you with whatever it is you need.*

Ideas for honoring or working with/worshipping Hapi

Altar

Create an altar/sacred space for your rituals and giving offerings for Hapi. Items may include

⬩An altar cloth

⬩Blue candles (you can use any color)

⬩Cup or chalice

⬩Incense and an incense burner

⬩Offering bowl

⬩Statue of Hapi

For more information on basic deity work and altar setups check out the deity work post.

Basic offerings:Bread, Frankincense, Game Meat, Lion Statue Myrrh, Sour Dough, Meat, Sun Symbols,

Ritual

Ideas for rituals may include

⬩Fertility rites

⬩Maintaining balance

⬩Maintaining steady levels from the flood

⬩Ask him what else he can help you on⬩

The Hymn to the Flood

Lightmaker who comes from the dark Fattener of herds Might that fashions all None can live without him People are clothed with the flax of his fieldsThou makest all the land to drink unceasingly, as thou descendest on thy way from the heavens.

𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖𓈖

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[guineapigsandbooks]

- AI-Less Whumptober -

day twenty-six, sensory saturday

prompt(s): burning, "this is going to hurt"

fandom: Wolverine Frogs (my debut novel ayy)

Lara’s wrists strain against the leather straps binding her to the wooden chair, her pulse racing as Joey moves closer, a twisted glint in his eye. She can’t look away from the poker he’s holding—its tip glowing a fierce, smoldering red. She can feel the heat radiating from it even at a distance, prickling her skin with the promise of agony.

Joey leans in, close enough that she can smell the smoke clinging to his clothes. He brushes a stray lock of hair from her face, almost tenderly, though his gaze is anything but. “This is going to hurt,” he says, his voice soft, almost coaxing.

Lara shudders, fear tangling in her chest like a knot she can’t unravel. She tries to steady her breath, tries to summon the strength to fight, but the leather cuts into her skin, holding her captive. She can see the faintest tremor in Joey’s hand, but whether it’s from excitement or something else, she can’t tell.

“Joey, please,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “You don’t have to do this.”

His expression softens for a fleeting second, but the glint in his eyes remains. “But I do, Lamb. I need everyone to know you’re mine.”

Before she can beg again, he presses the poker against her shoulder.

The pain is instant, white-hot and searing, tearing a scream from her throat. Her muscles lock, and she feels her body arch involuntarily, desperate to escape the heat, the agony.

But there’s no relief, only Joey’s unyielding grip, and the smell of burning flesh curling into the air.

The poker lifts, and she slumps forward, gasping, her skin throbbing, raw and blistered. She can still feel the burn, like a phantom touch, echoing long after the poker is gone.

Joey steps back, admiring his work, a small smile playing on his lips. “There we go. Now they’ll all know.”

Through the haze of pain, Lara glares at him, hate boiling up inside her like a second burn. She doesn’t speak, but her eyes say what her mouth cannot:

This isn’t over.

[youthmustfight]

"Order up." Benji chuckles a bit to himself, ringing the bell prematurely. He shrugs to himself before looking around in the clearing of the woods where the son of Hebe had brought himself to. Along with the bell, Benji sets down the items he had brought with him. The son of Hebe had trouble finding a place where he felt comfortable enough to hold the ceremony and preform the ritual. Even his own cabin, while yes belonging to him, didn't feel like it was truly his home. What he knew from this timeline's Benji, didn't allow for him to rest easily either. It made him wonder if his karmic debt would somehow effect him in this ritual as well.

Most of the items joining the son of Hebe were in a box. Though he was sure he could have done without a couple things, but Benji thought probably better safe than sorry. He sets down the box for a moment onto a knoll of grass beside him, pulling out a folded up blanket. Taking a pair of corners, Benji shakes the blanket to nicely float and spread the blanket across the forest floor. Once laid flat, Benji brings the box with him to sit on top of the blanket. He blinks as he sees the blotches of dirt along the bottom of the box once he sets it down on the blanket. And with that, Benji decides to begin the ritual.

*"Divine Song within my veins, Hear my call beyond the planes.

He rings the bell lightly into the cool crisp air of the forest. Benji holds onto the bell as he begins to feel a soft breeze against his skin. His eyes look at the bell in curiosity, perhaps a trick of the light or the jet lag from his previous couple of quests. Benji could have sworn there was a bit of push back against his hand and the bell. There were loud choruses of crickets as the son of Hebe began to recite the next piece of the spell work.

I pronounce my intentions to thee, Appear for me now and equals we shall be.

He rings the bell once more, his attention refocusing on the items in the box. His free hand reaches inside and pulls out a laminated menu from a diner. He was surprised to find it when he had first moved back into the Hebe cabin. It had only ever appeared once in his past and even then, Benji wasn't as confident to talk the server that had given him the menu, let alone take it as a keepsake. A soft smile is brought out from the son of Hebe as he places the menu onto the blanket. As he does so, Benji feels that push on his hand again. Benji simply eyes the bells curiously once more. There's a slow and gradual blinking of many lanternflies around the godling as Benji continues on with the next piece of the ritual.

Not master and servant, nor collar or chain. But partner to partner, equals in name.

The bell rings again, but without the use of Benji's hand. Seems like whatever pushed onto Benji's hand wanted to ring the bell as well, apparently the promise of being equals exciting the entity. Benji returns his attention to the box, bringing out a black hoodie he had found in the Hebe cabin. Losing it in his timeline, Benji was more than excited to find his frog prince hoodie. The hood even had golden accents to mimic a crown as well. This new timeline, as confusing as it was, Benji did appreciate finding what he's lost before had come back to him. He'll admit to it being a an unconventional.

I call you forth, and bind together, An eternal bond that lasts forever."

The bell rings once more, the unseen weight joining Benji's hand as the son of Hebe welcomed whatever had ran the bell with him. The breeze had picked up around him and wherever the son of Hebe tried to catch a glimpse of the creature, the lanternflies were persistent in blocking his sight. Using his hearing the gauge the size and stature of the creature wouldn't do either, the chirping of the crickets seemed to have boosted in volume, drowning out any sound for the son of Hebe. The weight on Benji's hand had continued to be maneuvered oddly, ringing the bell until it stopped. Silence. Darkness. Both surrounded the son of Hebe until he could parse out the features in front of him, the creature in front of him…

[morgana-ren]

Are there any songs you associate with your ocs?Like, something that fits them?

Oh yeah, we both have a small list. Sea shanties work for any one of them, so I haven't put many of those on here. Obviously there's many more than this, but these are the ones that come to mind off the top of my head. Some of them are very circumstantial in a 'you had to be there' kind of way, but a lot of them are vague as well. Yeah, some of them are the stereotypical ones you see on lists like this, but hey, I've been hanging around for too long not to have some of those.

Here's a small list of my songs for each idiot:

Corvus

Mare of my Night - Týr

Bloodstains on the captain's log - Carach Angren

Pretty when you cry - Vast

I'm your nightmare - The Brains

Sweeter than wine - The Brains

Sweet Things - The Pretty Reckless

Novelty Crosses - The Black Dahlia Murder

Whisper - Burn the Ballroom

In this world or the one below - Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag

Mother Russia/Dominion - Sisters of Mercy

Pain - Boy Harsher

The Bondage Song (Unchained Mix) - London After Midnight (Slight flash warning)

Love you to death - London After Midnight

Keelhauled - Alestorm

Lorely - Blackmore's Night

One winged angel - Aurora Australis Music

Smells Blood - Kensuke Ushio

Fear and Delight - The Correspondents

The scorpion and the frog - Marc Senter

Cry little sister - The Anix

Scream - Avenged Sevenfold

Luci - Zand

He's a pirate - Falkkone

Ilya

Lingering in an imprint haunting - Carach Angren

Katyusha - Megaraptor

Бабушка - ПНЕВМОСЛОН

Yuve Yuve Yu - The Hu

Black Thunder - The Hu

Wolf Totem - The Hu

This is Mongol - The Hu

Kiss - London After Midnight

Lacrymosa - Kalafina

Swan Lake - The Agonist

Where good girls go to die - London After Midnight

Russian Girl - Женя Любич

ПЕСНЬ 1 - БАТЮШКА

Batse tsyku - Бетал Иванов

Грустная Сука - IC3PEAK

Dead but Pretty - IC3SPEAK

Это пройдёт - Pornofilmy

Дядя Володя - Pornofilmy

She's in Parties - Bauhaus

Bind, Torture, Kill - Suicide Commando

Alone again, or - The Damned

History of Artemisia - Junkie XL

I, Caligvla - Ex Deo

Doce Doce - Fred Bongusto

Astarion

The Masochisn Tango - Ringlefinch

Kiss me you animal - Burn the Ballroom

Villainous Thing - Shayfer James

Hades OST... but it's funky - Alex Moukala Music

Bruises and Bitemarks - Good with Grenades

Danger! High Voltage - Electric Six

She dominates - Blitzkid

La Bomba- Lord of the Lost

Hit me like a man - The Pretty Reckless

After Dark - Tito y Tarantula

Jolly Sailor Bold - Ashley Serena

Choke - Royal and the Serpent

Hatefuck - The Bravery

Sex Hat Keine Macht - Oomph!

Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

Lovesong - Snake River Conspiracy

Before I'm Dead - Kidneythieves

Metal Woman - 3 Inches of Blood

I'm Charming - Black Dahlia Murder

White Wedding - Billy Idol

You are a pirate - Alestorm

Bad Voodoo - Kreeps

Dead Girls are Easy - The 69 Eyes

Ex Mortis - Ice Nine Kills

Paradise - Satanicpornocultshop

Fuck Me - Vernon Jane

You belong to me - Cat Pierce

Reaver

Laisse tomber les filles - April March

Sisters - Pain of Salvation

Stand and Deliver - Adam & the Ants

The pain looks good on you - London After Midnight

Esmeralda - Burn the Ballroom

Love me, love me, love me - Kikuo

Who is she - I Monster

Gunslingers Glory - The Dead South

Gett off - Prince

Bloodsport - KMFDM Vs Skold

Gintleman's Club - The Dreadnoughts

Sleep is for the weak - The Dreadnoughts

Stupid Girl - Cold

Platz Eins - LINDEMANN

G Spot Micheal - LINDEMANN

Skin City - Steven Tyler

Violent Pornography - System of a Down

Santiano - The Longest Johns ft. SKALD

Sex - Oomph!

Follow me down - The Pretty Reckless

Amore Fermati - Fred Bongusto

Pervert - The Descendents

Your heart is as black as night - Melody Gardot

Bück Dich - Rammstein

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hello friend, may I ask for 🌧️ 💍 and 🫢 for Ilani? I'm dying to know more about her 👀

hi deeja! thank you so much for the ask; I love Ilani so much and I love sharing about her <3

as usual this got away from me, so answers under the cut:

🌦 How do they like to spend their rainy days?

Rainy days for Ilani mean meditation while lying on the sidewalk like a frog. There's something about the way the rain drums on her skin, soaking through her robes, while she lies on the hard ground that just immediately soothes her psyche and helps her meditate better. She has the vaguest impression of an early memory, from before she was taken to the Temple as a toddler, of lying in the rain with her mother.

💍 What are their thoughts on marriage?

Not for her, even post-O66. Of course, during her time in the Order, marriage, attachments, romantic relationships—all out of the question. Until the Clone Wars begin, and suddenly everything she thought she knew about being part of the Order was uprooted. And, granted, Ilani has always struggled with the "no attachments" part of being a Jedi, as many do.

But marriage is just...too much for her. She's committed her life to something once already and look where that got her. If she's in a long-term relationship, she doesn't feel the need to legally bind herself to someone else, let alone put herself on government record like that.

🫢 Biggest secret?

Oh this is a tough one. Ilani is very honest with Rowan about the trials of facing the Dark Side, and her own troubles with it, because her own master wasn't transparent about it and that nearly broke Ilani. So her biggest secret would have to be... something she doesn't even want to admit to herself: sometimes she wishes Rowan weren't a Jedi.

It has nothing to do with Rowan themself—though Force knows that Padawan tests Ilani's patience daily—but the fact that Ilani cares too deeply about Rowan to feel any kind of okay about them being a Commander in the war. They want Rowan to have a "normal" life, a family, a career that doesn't involve potentially dying.

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[thelesbiansuperjesus]

Can you please talk more about your strugglewoman Emma

ofc dear anon,

first i am going to have to explain the lore of superpowers in my universe.

before there were humans on earth there was a race of all powerful aliens. they were basically gods, and they loved doing silly little science experiments. for their next experiment they wanted to create a new species on some random little planet. they chose earth because it was good enough. they genetically engineered some of their own people to not have superpowers like the aliens did but to still carry the gene that gives them powers. it was just inactive. they were sent to earth and over time their population grew. the gene that would potentially give them powers became rare and almost completely evolved out because it basically served no purpose. yet. you see, the aliens didn't just leave after they put the humans there. they stuck around in our solar system and would check in every 76 years. their spaceship was known to humans as Halley's comet. in 1986, the last time "Halley's comet" visited earth, the aliens sent out some sort of signal that activated the gene in the people who still had it. ever since then, people with that gene had activated superpowers. think x-men. this is basically x-men.

my main character is Emma Murphy. in the beginning of the story she is 14 years old and a freshman. she first got her powers in 7th grade while sitting in class. she noticed that the lights started getting brighter, and she started seeing colors she had never seen before. these were the different waves on the em spectrum that are invisible to the average human. she got some really bad migraines from the sensory overload and she still has them to this day. bummer. one day she was in the car with her parents and the radio was on and the radio waves were hurting her a lot. she got so stressed that she accidentally made the radio go bezerk. this is when she realized that she could actually control the different wavelengths of light. awsome.

ok lets get to the actual story

so we first meet emma as she is giving a presentation about superheros to her class. she does well and goes to the bathroom to celebrate. in the bathroom she is using her powers ( a little lightshow) when a fellow classmate ( darcy) walks in on her. this ofc would be really bad but it turned out that darcy also had powers. darcy invites her to hang out after school because she had her own little super hero team.

introduction to the other characters:

Darcy: she has water powers. at first she didnt think she had powers and she was jealous of her father and brother for having them. apparently her lack of powers were caused by the puberty blockers she was on but once she went on estrogen her powers came. she has trans swag

William: darcy's brother. he has fire powers. he wears gloves that have flint and steel on them so he can make a spark, and from there he can control the fire he just made. he wears a gas mask because although he is fire proof he is not smoke proof.

Adam: he has super strength. his skin cannot be pierced by most metals which sounds cool but means he cant really get top surgery so he just had to bind. he later ends up dating Darcy.

Salem: they are a witch. they have a walking cane that can turn into a magical staff when they need it to. their father is also a witch and he teaches them witchcraft. they have a bad leg and cant really move that fast but they can just club people in the head with the staff or turn them into frogs. they have a familiar named chunko who is a opossum and he is an asshole.

Mary: mary actually does not join the group for a while and starts out as a bad guy. when she was 12 she noticed that her skin was starting to turn red. her parents took her to the doctors and they suspected it was a rash, but it didn't ich. in the following weeks horns started to sprout from her head and she grew a tail. her nails and teeth got sharper and her pupils became slits. her parents were very religious and thought she was becoming a demon so they took her out of school and isolated her in the house. pretty shitty parents right? well they die in a car crash. bummer. Mary is all by herself and roams the streets for a while. she eventually joins a supervillain team and learns to fight. she fights my hero team a few times, but one time the hero's defeat the villain team and the rest of the villains escape without mary. the police were on their way and emma tells Mary her options. either come with her or go with the cops. ofc she went with the gang because being arrested isn't great. they pull a stranger things and she lives in emma's basement. bla bla bla character development bla bla bla tension and boom. emma and Mary are dating.

that is about as much as i will say for now but i remember any more lore i will add it in the reblogs.

i am not going to proofread this so sorry for the spelling.

also fuck i wrote a lot

[bluepoodle7]

#Sonicocs #Zetioc #Silverfishoc #PurpleFrogoc #ZonkTheZeti #ShelldonTheSilverfish #VioletThePurpleFrog #ShineTheLanternCat #MyArt

This is Zonk the Zeti and he is a golden skinned zeti. He uses his Zeti powers to levitate metal items and he makes weapons or machinery. He is friends with Shelldon the Silverfish and Violet with Shine.

Zonk is the Flying, Shelldon is Speed, and Violet is the Power. Shelldon has a pink tongue and he also eats paper also book bindings. He wears a green track suit with brown stripes with silver swirls. He has black eyes.

Violet's outfit is brown dark green dress with black squares and blue water symbols. She also is wearing brown spiked gauntlets to catch fish with her hands. She also just wears sandals and has a gold belt with a silver belt buckle.

Shine has black fur with purple and green designs. She also has a blue light on her angler. She wears a brown ribbon on her brush like tail with a water symbol like Violet's. Shine is a lantern cat which is like a angler fish but cat. She can float and be invisible/faze out.

Violet the purple frog has a crush on Big the Cat. You have a mini game where you need to find Shine in a noodling or handfishing minigame since Shine teleports to random places.

[cassiopeiagarcia]

I wanted to write something for @hinataxsunshine as a thank you for everything. ☀ Not only for what you do for me, but also for the community.

'Little mouse, little mouse, where are you? Little mouse...♩ ♫' The Mad Hatter sang, as she made her way through the once lustrous gardens, with a jar of jam in one of her hands, each white, long, bony finger holding it covered with blood, paint, and dirt. She frowned, and pouted, as would a little kid realizing that she wouldn't be able to find the dormouse with this obscure widow's veil handicapping her sight, as he was a tiny, scurry thing. So she lifted it up, as a result seeing the world with color for the first time since he had died.

She swallowed, hard, the sinews on her neck standing up even more than they usually did because of all the weight she had lost. Suddenly scared and overwhelmed by the fact that even without him the world still had color, she fell to her knees and crawled towards the shadow of big tree, below all the foliage, as memories started coming back. His face, his lips, his hands, his body. His smile, directed at him.

Your hair is like the sunshine.

Tangled and greasy, she couldn't remember the last time she had washed it. Her once luscious strawberry blonde curls had lost all their shine due to the lack of nutrients (had she eaten anything today? Yesterday? The last week?), and now, every single time she'd run her hands through them, she ended up with a fist full of hair, around a quarter of it white. Soon, there would be nothing left.

Your chocolate-colored eyes...

Which had been beautiful at some point, but were now bulging, like those of a frog or a toad, blood-shot and yellow. There was a dark, aubergine purple around them, as if the capillaries surrounding them had burst and leaked blood into the skin. She hadn't been able to sleep for more than a couple of hours since that eighth beheading.

I'll never get tired of kissing your lips.

Waxy pale, with red ulcers on them. Like blood upon the snow. Like the blood clotting the petals of the white roses that bloomed in the Red Queen's garden. Chapped, cracked, dry, painful. Nobody would kiss them now. Only Death, maybe, when He finally lowered his scythe and severed the thread that binded her to life. The moment she would join him again, she would be in his arms once more. She hoped he understood. He would, right? He had to.

She would make a good corpse. She already looked the part. Like a woman who had contracted the plague and barely survived it. Like he had looked after they had stitched his head to his body and burned him in a funeral pyre, her first instinct having been walking right into it, becoming ashes, hers and his, intertwined... no, but they hadn't burned him, had they? They had buried him... who had they burned, then? Whose ashes were staining her dress, the soles of her shoes?

She pressed her eyes shut, arms surrounding her legs, body rocking forth and back, forth and back, forth and back... repeating the same sentence like a mantra, now. Who had they burned, who had they burned, who had they burned, how had they burned them?

'My queen, we burned the corpses of those who died in the war.'

Oh. Her mouth opened in surprise and she lifted her head, looking at the Dormouse, adorable with his little mouse ears that... didn't look like a mouse anymore. Now it was a tall human with space buns, with a kind, sleepy face, that sat by her side and didn't seem to mind the fact that she smelled like a grave's miasma or that she looked like she had just dug herself out of a tomb. That flies were buzzing around her, that beetles and other critters had made their home on the edges of her dress, confusing her with a dead body they could lay their claim on. Not now, but soon, she promised them, pushing them away kindly with a finger.

'What war? Against the Red Queen? Have many of them died?'

A yawn. 'So, so many, my Queen.' Heavy eyelids.

'Was it my fault? Was it my fault, Hinata? Was it, was it?'

'It was nobody's fault. Only the Death of Love.'

'You don't blame me, then?' She found it surprising, the fact that she still could cry, that without even trying, tears still streamed down her sucked-in cheeks.

The Dormouse, fighting a battle against tiredness that, they both knew, he couldn't win, shook his head and got closer to Cass, surrounding her with an arm, making her place her head on his shoulder. 'You are not to blame, Cass. Of course I don't. You're my friend. You need to get some rest.'

She closed her eyes, a calm expression in a body that was nothing but tempest, a raging storm, but Hinata had that effect on people.

On her.

'I brought you jam but I got scared and...' She had let go off the jar when she had taken off her veil and got shocked by the realization that there was still a life without Soma, that birds still sang and flowers still grew, even if she couldn't fathom it. It would be somewhere in the garden. Maybe they could go and try to find it after they had a little nap. 'I promise I won't say the word that starts with c...' Cat. Because mouses were scared of kittens, and, thinking about Cheshire's creepy grin full of sharp teeth and tendency to appear and disappear whenever he wanted, and make his head float around the room... she really couldn't help but be it a little bit, too.

They both drifted off to sleep.

Cass leaning on Hinata as she had done one too many times, in too many different realities, and would keep doing for as long as he would let her.

[doorrobloxstuff]

More stuff about Rueben. Rueben and Shadow stuff. Rueben and Figure’s parent + child relationship or atleast a tiny glimpse into it.

Someone said to me, “Hey, Rueben doesn’t look that bad for someone turning into an entity!”

Oh honey, you have a big storm coming. Rue is very much fucked up. Maybe I haven’t been able to properly show it, and I probably will I just need to figure it out.

He doesn’t have a nose. Were is his hair, his teeth are growing bigger. Has these weird neon glowey parts. He is rotting from the outside in and his skin is dark like that of a newborn entity. Human-turned entities will have dark AND glowing parts, but also glowing ones while little tiny born entities will start off pitch black. His fingers are a tad more longer and a bit sharper then a normal human’s. That and he has nasty seizures that eventually, will kill his body. He’s practically waiting to die and shed this old form.

He has chronic back and rib pains due to giving up three of his ribs (plus a kidney) that and transforming into an entity, of course as well as a bit of phantom pain from losing three of his fingers. All of which? Went into creating itty bitty baby figure. So, he has a lot of pain that sometimes can leave him rolling around his bed in pain.

Occasionally, Shadow will pop in and give him a back rub. Yay! OC X Canon!! Well, there’s no much I can say about these two. They aren’t ‘lovey dovey smoochy woochy If you die, I die and I wish to braise my bones to yours and I am addicted to your flesh’ kinda lovers that Seekgure and Rushbush kinda are. They are super chill about their relationship and are very casual about it. Occasionally managing to sneak out of the hotel together to just look at frogs or bind books together. Rueben isn’t a Casanova and neither is Shadow lol.

His eyes glow orange sorta like Figure’s weird mouth glow. Sort of a wonky gift of the hotel and what tells the other other entities “hey, their family and definitely not prey. Do not eat him!” That, and they act sort of like.. you know how some bikers will wear shining strips of metal on their body so that when headlights hit them they are visible? Well it’s like that so that when Rush/Ambush/Halt is speeding by and it sees Rueben they can move out of the way.

Figure doesn’t really need to see its dad, it can smell him just fine. He’s really only in serious danger when it is starving and isn’t thinking clearly or accidentally snatched his super duper tiny dad while looking for an intruder. I am serious about Rue being tiny by the way, he’s only 4’9.

On Figure and Rue, Rue takes more of a hands off approach to parenting, definitely not neglectful if Fig needs him, he’s there. But otherwise 🧍he feels pretty out of place. Figure is like the polar opposite of him, outgoing, friendly, maybe not the most chatty but still lovely. Rue is Callous and chats your ass off.

Rue raised Figure to always be skeptical and cautious though. That the two share. Bro I love parental oc x canon. Instead of lover let this man be their dad instead. 😎 (and if people ship them they will instantly die.)

I created this man to fix a timeline issue and kept him alive because he’s a mean cowboy.

[arcanepactguile]

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 - 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐕

𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

The rope bit-gag chafed Alastor's cheeks, drool soaking into the cord, trickling down his chin thrown forwards and pushed into the mattress, perspiration slicking his fervered skin. Hair tousled into a lank mop, the Overlord was currently on display in the middle of Lillith's bed. Helpless, he had been immobilised — if Lillith didn't count the jerky motions he’d been making for the past half hour, his restrained limbs randomly hitching at the ropes binding. Flat on his stomach, stripped naked, the prep had taken time but it was worth the waiting. She was otherwise seated on her throne, at the end of the circular bed, facing his exposed rear straight on.

Shibari was tonight's choice.

Frog ties binding his lower legs to his thighs separately, his Mistress had spread his thighs to grant unobstructed visual of the Radio Demon's inner cheeks and unshaven furred taint. Shudders rocking his prone form forward in a euphoric lurch, Alastor's keening whine underlined the toy Lillith had buried deep in his fluttering hole. The vibrating buttplug, complete with a regular sized knot, was wedged past his inner rings, held firmly in place with the elaborate ropework Prusik — the rope lines kept the thrumming plug in place; bearing down on the toy had only encouraged Lillith to press the button again to activate a stronger setting, and the plug had wiggled in place to strum his slicked hole.

The purple lubricant Lillith used this time improved the vibrator’s intensity, sending shockwaves through his throbbing walls clenching it's girth. The base of the plug sported a useful molded grip; perfect for a straying hand to hold tight and drill it straight into his prostate should that certain lady grow tired of watching her pet buck writhe on the bed without her hands touching him.

Further up, Alastor's arms were bound behind his back and head, in the bunny tie knot crossed with the pentagram star chest harness. The ropes in front crossed around his pecs, Lillith had tweaked a nipple after tying the knots, eliciting a moan. The Radio Demon’s pec burned, feeling an unrecognisable sensation that wasn't there until after Lillith had teased the sensitive spot. Keen to know what's going on, it wasn't until the mirror had been placed in front of him — peering at the weird protusion, Alastor's face paled when he saw that it was an electric stim electrode; the cord running to a battery pack out of his immediate vision, the pinch was a sly distraction to not bring attention to the taped device.

Numbness was spreading, radiating out from the humming toy in his ass, the muscles in his thighs and asscheeks flexing hardest when Lillith pressed the button and the nip toy together simultaneously. Recoiling down to hump the bed, the Radio Demon's stifled cry drew another smile from his Mistress — the mirror was placed there at an angle to let him see his owner’s movements, as well her studying his own expressions.

Dismay creased her prized buck’s features, brows knitted tight together as he groaned again, arching his lower back to feebly grind the vibrator. The plug was started at intensity level one — at the moment it was a level five. Raised in increments, the Radio Demon's wild buck only started when his Queen had turned the dial in a fluidmotion, never letting the severity linger to get him settled on each setting. From five it escalated to level ten — a shrill muffled scream emphasised the high of his new climax. The stag's tail flapped frantically, in unison with the buzzing's repetitive pulses  

Lillith's Edging came at the calculated times when he was exhibiting signs he was about to shoot the next load. The buck's hard cock was trapped under his stomach, thick ropes of seed pulsating out to stick to his sweating skin and the ruined bedsheet. Trapped by the cramped fit, the heavy cream squirting out sideways, the seed conspicuous in it's depraved emergence from the hollows of his prominent hip bones. Another minute arc of seed spurting out once Lillith triple-pressed the remote to execute the plug’s turbo-mode — an obnoxiously loud monotonous whirring could be heard coming straight from Alastor's quivering backside. The deer demon's hole spasmed, squeezing the buzzing toy in reflex in spite of Alastor's plaintive whimpers, fat tears rolling down his blushing cheeks, panting hard around the gag. Alastor had somehow managed to force his tongue outside the gag, flopped in exhaustion out one corner of his strained smile, salivating in the rising overstimulation.

Riding the new orgasms had thrown Alastor's stamina off-course, a fresh burst of ecstasy blossoming inside his abdomen. Bathed in sweat and arousal, the restrainef Overlord's threshold had exceeded it's peak, his eyes now vacant and glassy.

Buried to the hilt, the warmed toy wrung another soft grunt from his strained throat as Lillith had left her throne to firmly grasp the toy's handle and, after placing her free gloved hand on one asscheek, bent forward to examine his imminent reaction — going to the trouble of at first gently rolling the inner plug inside to punish Alastor with a few composed pumps. Whereas the highest level was unbearable, feeling it rutted into his throbbing prostate was unprecedented. Twisting the plug, she pulled it sharply back and popped the knot free, purple lube squirting out to discolour his furry ballsac and taint, his gasps high-pitched and abrasive.

“Good boy,” was Lillith's first words ever since she had finished explaining he was to comply at ALL costs. Straightening up, she carefully doffed the glove, then leaned in — her draconic tongue extended to lap a firm, motherly lick into his overstimulated entrance.

The Queen of Hell did good to soundproof her chambers.