#like i have said im so normal about my oc

[starrieisdelusional]

prospect of soriku being official

//as im writing this is realized that soriku is already canon lmao but whether or not theyre gonna be official: Normally, if the ship’s dynamic is only going one way (it’s only riku that is in love with sora), or if the writer isn’t as crazy as TETSUYA NOMURA who fought with disney to include pixar into kh3 and actually made the crazy concept of disney x final fantasy x oc: kh sale-able…. then yeah i would have said no.

so do i think soriku is gonna be official? Again i don’t want to bring anyone and my hopes up but based on my analysis, yeah.

+ with the history of square enix and disney releasing queer characters in the past (although it’s not represented well with sales issues i assume??) i think it’s likely. the only hindrance is kh not selling enough or the series getting cancelled, aka homophobia.

but if soriku is actually official im p sure it’ll happened at the end of the series, marking the end of kingdom hearts as a whole and it would be very subtle, not in your face kissing, i love you kinda way. And it’s probably confirmed in an interview, and probably be more of a confirmation of their feeling and the wrap up of their dance w each other:

Riku: do you really want to spend the rest of your forever with me?

Sora: i do, want that

which actually happened btw back in the end of kh2 so canon soriku might as well already been in a situationship under the title of bffs which makes it even more romantic and-

god i love queer ships everything about it feels so genuine and right and just romantic even if the masses calls us delusional, because the implications are there and even if it’s not outright stated, the meaning is still there

riku and sora are literally soulmates: romantic love, platonic love, you cant deny that they care and live for the other and that they came as a set they cant be seperated 😭

is soriku even canon??? Well YES i think soriku is canon in the series right now but they probably haven't tied the knot yet or something

like come on bro, kh4 is literally going to be: riku dragging sora back to destiny island and i haven't mentioned kh2: sora dragging riku to destiny island and ddd: riku being sora’s dream eater, like ITS THE PLOT? 😭😭 and even if soriku is not the plot, it WILL be in one way or another, that’s crazy

[cyberpawn-arc]

meta on vale and his chronic superhero syndrome ( why do you keep saving people with nothing expected back in return, Vale? ) VALE, WHY DON'T YOU SAVE YOURSELF FIRST?? *shakes u*!!!!!

Vale Meta Discussion!!

Vale has got Chronic Hero Syndrome and let me tell you, it's not going away anytime soon. Throughout their life, Vale has had this heroic mentality frequently reinforced and almost encouraged by others around them. As a child, they read comic books and stories about big time heroes who saved lives and helped everyone ever who needed help. Even though as a kid they weren't immediately head over heels with that life, it did start the building blocks of "I can be more than a legend. I can be a hero"

Throughout their beginnings as a mercenary, Vale saw a lot of shit. They saw mercenaries tear each other apart and stab each other in the backs repeatedly. They saw streets filling with corruption and death and hatred and Vale knew that Night City couldn't survive another lifetime of that. It was all but 100% certain that if Night City continued on a trend of hatred and malice, tearing each other apart like rats escaping a flame and crabs crawling out of a bucket, the city wouldn't survive. Everyone would just...fall apart. And Vale couldn't stand the thought of their home being as wretched as every story described it. Vale needed to see change in their community, and they underwent that development to become direct action, direct change that couldn't get set aside by local governments or turned into PR for a corporation.

Unfortunately, Vale was building up the persona of V rather than loving themself and embracing themself for all of their flaws and strengths. V was a badass, master of a blade and could shred on a guitar, never yielding in their justice and their goal, never assessing a risk before throwing themself in harm's way to save someone else. The worst part of this all? Is that those who worked with V only...uh. Helped it get worse. People in awe of them. People who called Vale a hero. People who let Vale get away with constantly throwing themself to the wolves in order to assist another person. Vale will stick their neck out for anyone in need and they don't care if the person will return the favor.

Vale just does it because it's the right thing to do. They have always done it because it's the right thing to do, and Vale hopes someone would help them if the positions were swapped. But Vale hates the idea of being the one in need of help. Vale doesn't want to be a burden. Vale doesn't want to be the damsel in distress. Vale will never let themself be the one in need. Vale sees time spent worrying about them as time wasted.

Vale's fine! Vale has always been fine! They're gonna be okay, they're gonna make it. You don't need to worry about them. Internally they're crying out and they want to be seen and held and cared for and told they matter and that they've done enough and that they can finally rest and that it's all gonna be okay. Maybe, just maybe they save others because that's what they want most. They want to be saved, but they won't allow themself the pleasure of safety, so this is all they have.

[rileys-battlecats]

girl help I started writing down oc thoughts and have started contemplating the logistics of how a city carved into the walls of a ravine would have access to fresh water

[cyellolemon]

Faded

[sqlmn]

Art I did during my break but don't wanna post on main but you know what. I like Levi and Richard (and Arienne the redhead).

Basically, Levi and Richard go to school together, Richard decides to go by the name Richard and the only person to without question go along with "I'm a boy now" is Levi who calls him Dick. And then gets into fist fights with boys that don't call him Richard. So Richard falls pretty much in love in school then his parents divorce and he moves away.

Many years later (10+) Richard meets Levi again and it's very much nothing grand. Levi overhears Richard introducing himself to someone and is like "lmao Dick? You work here now? Sucks to be you" and Richard is immediately 'I love him so much I hate myself for how easily I give up all dignity for him' but yeah. They work in different departments so Levi does more behind the scenes stuff while Richard talks to clients and is very social.

And their coworkers in both departments love Richard because he's such a nice guy and Levi's department hates Levi a lot cause he's an asshole. (then stuff happens that would require a tw blah blah blah) So after a month of Levi not being at work he returns and Richard immediately goes over to the department to check on him and he's just. Incredibly mellow. No cussing and no cockiness and worst of all, he's being called Richard which is very much not correct from Levi. So he points it out that no one else calls him Dick and if he had a problem with it he would have said something by now so hey, maybe don't suddenly change the entire friendship on your own. (So Levi texts him later to say "sorry for being a dick, Dick" and Richard is v happy and content with that turn out)

Richard is honestly tragically created out of spite for the fact I saw a name IRL and I know that the state that I live in would in fact NOT have someone that intentionally funny and trans so I have to make my own funny trans guy to fill the void.

[randomshenaniganery]

My bastard colorful mercenary stripped of their finery

They got punched on the face and they're trying to play it cool and swag as well as attempting to rizz their opponent so that they don't get punched again

[aceinacloset]

I'M AN ACE IN THE CLOSET!

I finally caved and made an introduction post to this account.  So if you wish to see if my account is something for you, then READ…please

Why hello there

My name is Jester 🤡

I'm a multi fandom artist, and the fandoms I do fanart for (as of making this post) are...

⭐️Fnaf

⭐️Cuphead

⭐️Batim (Bendy and the ink machine)

⭐️maybe some Undertale

⭐️DDLC (doki doki literature club)

⭐️Mlp (mostly grimdark stories)

⭐️Welcome home

I may do other fandoms but those won't be frequent, more so once in a blue moon.

I also do Oc stuff when I want to spice things up.

I also have some other aus that are not fnaf, haven't posted any thing of them yet, but I'm hoping to soon.

To see just my art you can look through my art tag called aceinacloset art

I also write, but mostly, it's just me dumping my brain thoughts out if you want to read those you can peak at my tag aceinacloset rambles.

!My ask box is always open unless stated otherwise, which if it is closed it will be part of the info in my bio!

This is a safe space for people, I want positive vibes, damn it!

If my account is for you, then consider following or just showing your support in any way with reblogs and likes.

Hope you enjoy your stay or just your visit

- Jester 🤡

(This is me little goober self)

[skitskatdacat63]

are there any other historical figures you like I'm intrigued 👀

Okay buckle in, somehow this post will be weirder than any of my f1 stuff bcs for some reason I'm very intense about historical figures, I think I just have a tendency to treat them like blorbos

Mostly I'm endeared to powerful figures, idk why, it's the way it is. Okay so obviously you already know I like Napoleon(and Wellington to an extent), that really doesn't need to be emphasized anymore

Since being in Austria, I feel super endeared to Maria Theresa. She just seemed like such a boss! I think she's just really cool. Her father changed the plan of succession so she'd become Empress(rather than her cousins), but immediately upon taking power, she was immediately embroiled in war over her being the new ruler(everyone who had signed the treaty of succession suddeny reversed) But she defended her rule of the Habsburg monarchy! I think the coolest part about her is that her husband, who married into the Habsburgs, was supposed to be in charge, but she wouldn't let him be involved at all practically and was the de facto ruler of the Holy Roman Empire for like 20 years. She had 16 children and was basically constantly pregnant and having kids while involved in war, yet still held power and guided Austro-Hungary through it all 🥹 I think it's very funny also that she was laying out so many reforms, guiding the country basically just herself, and still found time to write letters to all their kids and be an overbearing mother. Also she was Marie Antoinette's mother?? I'm still shocked by how many important kids she had. If you've been to any part of the former Austro-Hungarian(+ Bohemian) Empire, she really left her mark, there's soooo much stuff named after her. The statue of her in between the Kunsthistorisches and the Natural History Museum in Vienna is really cool, and that she has a whole Platz named after her with her giant statue!!! I think it's just really admirable that a woman at that period of time had so much power and ruled so efficiently. (MY god sorry I wrote so much)

Okay now I'll try to refrain from the historical rambles, I also like: Julius Caeser(cliche sorry I know), Dmitri Shostakovich(my favorite composer ever), Pyotr Tchaikovsky(pls read about his sugar mommy patron), Erwin Rommel(I like his nickname: The Desert Fox), J.C. Leyendecker(favorite artist, I am obsessed with his work), Alphonse Mucha, Calvin Coolidge(not the best president by far but the anecdotes about his social awkwardness and quietness are hilarious to me), Ernst Gideon von Laudon(not completely insane about him, but it's like with the Napoleon Crossing the Alps painting, I saw a painting and bust of him and now feel weirdly endeared.) And then there's probably some others I can't recall atm because it's 3 am

I think my top three though are Napoleon, Julius Caesar and Maria Theresa. They're all just very: "Catie saw a painting/statue and is now very weird about it." And then being in the vicinity of so much history made it 1000x worse. Things I saw in Vienna that made me go "oh my god it's blorbo from my history book": Napoleon Crossing The Alps painting(I seriously sat in that room for probably 20 mins just staring at it, I didn't want to leave) + some other various Napoleon artifacts in the Heeresgesichtliche, a very nice bust of Julius Caesar, and literally the entirety of Vienna had Maria Theresa everywhere

[tarpitbell]

6:38

Maybe the reason why . I did all of that was because of the fact that it had to deal with new people.... I mean. Go, yeah. Good for you. But we were all in this together now

Augh. Fuck my stupid baka life. Nothing makes sense

[felidthing]

i just had a very long complicated dream about some very ooc homestuck kids. jade might be rooted in some form of fanon at least but i dunno

[windupaidoneus]

i cant follow furina enjoyers until ive continued this story quest. i fear my feelings about her are a little too mean

[mika-mp3]

The treasure is all mine!

-Prologe- (Chapter one, chapter two) Genshin Impact x Creator!Reader

warnings: first post ever! almost swear word, the most classic start to a SAGAU fic ever (Im sorry I dont know hot to start else), no y/n used, gender neutral ,english isn't my first language so propably spelling errors, I don't know how Aranaras talk. (I professionally ignored that quest.), characters might turn yandere in the future

summary: After playing TCG your screen becomes strangely white. It starts glowing brighter and brighter and the light seems to suck you in? That can't go wrong... right? Suddenly you find yourself in a forest, not remembering anything but meeting a little creature that might be able to help you out

characters: you, your mom (no this is not a joke), aranara!oc: Aramasu

word count: 1.359

wattpad version here

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"THIS BI-" you yelled at the screen. The third time. The third time you lost at that damn card game, and the third time you got annoyed because of it. "How?? How can this be so hard? It's the same technique I always use when I play normally! It works against bosses; why not now in the Genius Invocation TCG? I was so close this time too!" With a frustrated sigh, you let your head fall back. On the screen was still the word "defeat," big and plastered onto a red background for extra drama. Seriously, who had this idea? It's just frustrating at this point. Not even the recommended teams online seemed to work. You even tried copying the other players' teams that defeated you, but you still lost anyway. Why were you doing this again? Oh right... rewards.

Another sigh escaped your mouth when you heard your mother's voice from the kitchen. "Darling! Come down, dinner is ready!" A small smile crept on your face. 'Darling,' a nickname your mom gave you whenever she was in a good mood. Seems like work was quite alright today.

"Coming!" you answered, the dinner smell already reaching you by the time you finally mustered up the courage to sit up. Looking at the screen one last time, you decided to stop playing Genshin Impact for today. You had already done your dailies and everything else you felt like doing. Seriously though, doing dailies started to feel like a chore. That's why you were more than happy to open chests and explore instead. Standing up, you turned the game off and watched the screen go black.

Or... did it?

You were just about to leave the room when it lit up once more, but not with the loading screen, just plain white. "What the..." A bright white light filled the room, instantly blinding you. With your hands lifted before your eyes, you managed to get closer. "What is this?!" you said, a bit of fear in your voice. This had never happened before! You didn't even know that your screen could be so blinding! Just when you were about to touch it, everything went dark. Dark and warm. That's all you felt. Looking around frantically, you tried to make sense of the situation. It was still bright outside, so it shouldn't have been so dark now! Maybe just the aftermath of the blinding light?

"Darling, are you okay?" You heard a voice in the distance, but it felt oddly far away, as if it went further and further away with every word spoken. "M-.. Mom?" you asked, but there was no answer. It was still very warm. So warm. Slowly, you felt yourself grow weaker and weaker. Soon your knees gave in, but you didn't fall while your eyes closed shut. Before you could say anything else, your consciousness had already left your body. . . . . So... comfy. It was so warm, like on a sunny summer day when you lie down on the grass and just enjoy the fresh air. Talking of which, whatever you lay on felt just as nice. The sounds of birds could be heard in the distance. After a couple of minutes, you opened your eyes and saw...

A vast expanse of vibrant green, stretching out before you. You're lying on a bed of soft moss, the texture cushioning your body like the most luxurious mattress. Above, a canopy of trees sways gently in the breeze, their leaves creating a symphony of whispers. Sunlight filters through the branches, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow that dance around you.

You sit up slowly, feeling the softness of the moss beneath your fingers. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the forest floor. You take a deep breath, the freshness of the air invigorating you. The sounds of chirping birds and the distant babble of a stream create a soothing background melody.

As you look around, the forest feels both alien and familiar. Massive trees with trunks wide enough to house entire rooms rise majestically around you. Their leaves are an array of colors, from the deepest greens to shimmering golds, reflecting the sunlight in a magical display. The forest floor is dotted with flowers of every hue, some glowing faintly, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere.

Confused, you try to remember how you got here. The last thing you recall is the blinding white light from your screen and your mother calling you for dinner. Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of something soft nuzzling your hand. Looking down, you see a white rabbit, its fur pristine and its eyes large and expressive. It seems completely at ease, cuddling against your hand as if it belongs there.

With a gentle touch, you stroke the fur of the rabbit. It nuzzles into your hand, happy and content. A gentle smile spreads across your face. Have you ever felt so at peace before? It's hard to say when you don't remember anything from before. Not like it matters now. Nothing matters. There is no reason to question anything at all. Not why this wild rabbit is so calm and cuddly with you, not scared at all. Not why you don't feel certain things, like hunger or thirst. It's all so nice and warm and cozy.

Wait, there is something. Some feeling, not very familiar, but you still recognize it. Are you being watched?

Yes. No, no, it can't be that. Probably? Turning around, you scan your surroundings. All the bushes, the trees, and their leaf crowns, then you see it.

It isn't threatening, more weirdly familiar than anything. The small creature is floating above the ground with a little cute 'hat'? One word pops into your head as the creature comes closer: 'Aranara.' But how do you know that? It feels natural, like knowing the name of a dog or cat. Aramasu. This little Aranara's name is Aramasu.

"You're not a Nara," says the curious creature.

You answer, "No, I am no Nara. That's what I believe, at least."

With a soft smile, you reach out, cupping the little Aranara's face. It looks up, surprised, almost speechless. The warmth soothing through its body by the mere touch of you.

"What might you be doing here, little Aramasu?"

The rabbit, still cuddled up in your other hand, seems very happy with the encounter. The Aranara isn't surprised that you know its name; it feels truly natural.

Aramasu's eyes widen slightly, then it relaxes into your touch. "I was just wandering, like I always do. But today felt different. The forest whispered to me of a new presence, something... special."

You look around; the forest seems to glow with a subtle, otherworldly light, as if acknowledging Aramasu's words. The trees sway gently, and the air is filled with a soft, harmonious hum. It feels as though the entire forest is alive and aware of your presence, welcoming you in a way that goes beyond mere coincidence.

"Special?" you ask, intrigued. "How so?"

Aramasu tilts its head, studying you with a curious expression. "You have a light within you, one that resonates with the heart of the forest. It's warm and soothing, like the embrace of the earth itself. It's rare to see such light in anyone other than the forest spirits."

The rabbit nudges your hand, drawing your attention back to its soft fur. You feel a sense of contentment and belonging, unlike anything you've ever experienced—or at least, anything you can remember. The forest, the creatures, even the very air around you, all seem to sing in harmony with your presence.

"Perhaps," Aramasu continues, "you are more than what you think you are. The forest recognizes you, and so do I."

As you ponder Aramasu's words, a sense of purpose begins to stir within you. Though you may not remember your past, the present feels vivid and alive, as if this is where you were always meant to be. The forest, with all its mysteries and wonders, seems to be waiting for you to discover your true self.

-to be continued-

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Thank you so much for reading! Fell free to give me feedback and ideas how to continue this!

Mika

[gentlefangz]

idont feel like drawing anything right now but he says hi as well.

drew a weird al clone that i saw in a dream once. he looks like me i dont like it. i think im gonna name him normal bert.

[deadghosy]

“Patience”

SLYTHERIN OC X HUFFLEPUFF READER

Dynamic: reckless x nurse

Prompt: when the healer comes to the rescue or needs the rescue.

Warning: violence, blood mentions, fluff, and slight suggestive.

How in the hell are you supposed to tame a wild snake when all he does is get into trouble. Cleaning your boyfriend’s knuckles was not on your list for a relaxing evening. Christopher Locks, a Slytherin boy who had taken your heart back in 4th year was certainly sitting in front of you after he had gotten into a fight with a gryffindor. You were tired of these house rivalry as it just seemed dumb as hell. “Really Chris? Why can’t you ever just stop acting like a dimwit.” You said throwing the boys slightly big hands at his legs. Christopher tilted his head a little before smirking. “Why can’t I have my future spouse tend my wounds? I choose you over these bloody nurses in the hospital wing any day.” You only sighed once again feeling him pull you to his lap. “Chris.” You flicked his head which only earned a small laugh. “Im not a nurse..or even a specialized nurse at the fact.” Grabbing his hand again and dabbing the cotton swob with alcohol gently on the spilled knuckles. “Yeah but..” he says whilst his other hand resting on your thigh.

“Does it really matter love?” He looked up at you with those dangerously low eyes. You felt your breath get taken away by those green eyes of his. You look away from him and back onto his knuckles. “Other hand please.” You said holding out your own hand for the other you haven’t tended to yet. He lended you his hand with a smile as you quickly get to work. You were begging Helga Hufflpuff for patience as sometimes you didn’t have the patience to keep tending your lover. “I hate you…” “I love you too darling.”

It was now another "normal" day, or so you wish it was. Having a Slytherin boyfriend meant that some people would have problems about a hufflepuff and a Slytherin being together as a Slytherin is evils while a hufflepuff is an angel. Honestly you didn’t give a care in the world for people trying to trash talk your own relationship with your lover. Honestly Christopher is a lovely person after all. Protective, charming, funny sometimes, and very much a good lover. Hell, he had given you a promise ring that had your favorite gem in it. It was like you were swooning over him all over again. Your love sick thoughts were cut off by a student, a Gryffindor of kind to shoulder check you. “Ah, apologies—” “Ew. Aren’t you that hufflepuff dating Locks?” The gryffindor said with a disgusted face. Your face faltered into one of a frown and distaste. “Yes..I am.” You said eyeing the student.

“Yikes! I feel bad for you and your relationship. To even date a Slytherin might as well be foul to even imagine. Or maybe you’re foul yourself.” The student started to walk towards you, making you uncomfortable and back up. “Please back up—” the Gryffindor cuts you off, “I’m thinking that maybe you were forced into a relationship with that bloody snake. Maybe you are just blind and an imbecile to even see what’s in Locks.” You narrowed your eyes, as you opened your mouth to counter on what was said. Christopher came around the corner with a dark look. “There you are love..” he said with a dark tone. His eyes were sharp into the student that seemed to now back away from you. “Is this person bothering you?” He had now stepped in between you and the Gryffindor, Christopher already heard what had happened earlier. He just wanted to see if the problem needed to be solved. You looked between your boyfriend and the student, and nodded your head confirming his accusation.

He smirked at the student in front of him, making sure you stayed behind him before he started talking. “So mate, I see you’re starting trouble with my love.” He puts his hand on the student’s shoulder, gripping it to the point his defined hand was showing veins. “I shall say, if I see you messing with them again.” He leans against the person’s ear. “I’m breaking your face and wand.” His voice was low into their ear, gripping the shoulder with a deadly grip. The student made a sound of displeasure and it was enough to make Chris smile at that with a dark look. “Do I make myself clear?” Chris then punched the student’s stomach making the poor person kneel down and hold their stomach. Your eyes widen with a gasp. “Oh yeah..and that’s for calling them names you prick.” Chris grabbed your hand and walked away from the agnozing crowd that seemed to grow large at what happened.

You frowned, “that wasn’t necessary chris…” Christopher bit the inside of his cheek. “You know what isn’t necessary? That bastard making fun of you. Even calling you names love. And I will not stand for that.” He said looking at you, squeezing your hand as well. You sighed at this boy, “what am I gonna do with you..” you said walking side by side with him fully. “..you could give me a kiss.” You looked at him with a shocked face. Smacking his arm with your free hand he laughed. “Kidding, kidding..or am I?” He bellowed out a laugh for a second time as you let out a small giggle. You felt a little better getting out of that situation, and he knew it as well.

But sadly, it wasn’t the end of it.

Screams erupts the halls as you were walking with another hufflepuff, Elizabeth to class. You raised an eyebrow and Elizabeth squinted her eyes before screaming. “Omg! Isn’t that your boyfriend?!” Your own eyes widen as she pointed over to a crowd of students in a circle. You could only see two heads, one head was definitely Chris but the other wasn’t. “What?!” You yelled shocked, you started to run over there. Pushing through the crowd that’s when you see Christopher throwing a punch at the student you seen harassing you yesterday. Apparently the student didn’t learn their lesson from yesterday and had insulted you to Christopher’s face. “Cmon mate, throw a good one while at it!” Christopher said with a smirk, he gestured with his hand towards the student who whipped out their wand. Swiftly Christopher dodged a depulso spell, without hesitation the Slytherin boy whipped out his own wand and depulso the student away. The crowd ooh’s at this as the student was laid out on their arse, you looked at the student who seemed to have a slight bloodied face. Then you looked your Slytherin who had surprisingly clean knuckles, a little red on them. But clean.

“Christopher Locks!” Christopher looked at his beloved with a smile, showing off his sharp canines. “Ah, my dear badger. What brings you here love?” He was acting as if he didn’t throw that waste of time Gryffindor across the hall. You only narrowed your eyes as you walked up to him, he still kept a smile watching you closely. “…why must you cause mayhem everywhere you bloody go!” Christopher was going to answer before you grabbed him by the hood of his cloaks and drag him off from the crow that now surrounded the knocked out Gryffindor. “Love please slow down or else—” “I don’t give a rat’s arse! I worry about you too much for you to only start another fight?! What if you get suspended from the school?! I swore, you need patience to think before acting out.” You were obviously upset and it made the Slytherin frown.

The walk from away the crowd turned into him taking you to the Slytherin’s house. “Pureblood” he said as he let you walk in first and then him. You didn’t even look at him as he sighed. You had walked ahead of him, that was before he picked you up bridal style and took you to his room. “Hey! Put me down you idiot!” You tried to get out of his hold, but you knew if you did you would’ve busted your own behind on the floors. “Can’t, I gotta show you I’m sorry my love.” He opened the door with his hand and closed it with his foot. You only huffed when he set you down. You looked at him, eye to eye to see he had no expression before he leaned his head towards you.

“I’m sorry love..” his voice was low, slowly his hands grazed your waist. You pouted while his eyes were clearly onto your lips. He dipped his head lower capturing your lips perfectly onto his own. Your eyes widen before relaxing, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into the kiss. The kiss was passionate before turning sinister. He bit your lower lip asking for permission, and you clearly gave him it as he pushed you against the bed. Claiming dominance over you. Your hands gripped his back as he pushed back and licked his lips. “You drive me fuckin' crazy angel…” he said with a low growl. Before he could even say anything else mattheo came in, ruining the moment. You and Chris looked at the door, your face showing clear embarrassment as Christopher was nonchalant. Poor mattheo only saw a hufflepuff looking flustered with bruised lips from kissing, and his housemate that had disheveled hair and a cloak that seemed to drift off of Christopher’s shoulder.

“Yep I’m gone.” The riddle brother said, closing the door quickly. Chris only shrugged and kissed your lips one more before sitting on the bed beside his darling. “Think he’s gonna tell the others?” You said to the Slytherin boy next to you. Chris only shrugged again, slithering his hand to hold yours. “The others wouldn’t care that I’m dating a lovely badger like you my dear.” Chris showed a soft smile, his low eyes showing protectiveness. You giggled squeezing his hand happily. “Awww.. you’re so cute when you’re sweet” Christopher immediately jokingly gagged when you called him sweet but he held a smile on his face. “Cmon now love, you know I can’t ever be mean to you.” He says leaning his face down to yours to give you a small peck. After that the rest of the day and night was trouble free. He knew he had to learn patience just like you.

[slaybestieslay946]

Dream Girl

Summary: Paul has dreamt of a girl all his life, and when he reaches Arrakis, he finally discovers her to be the assistant to Dr Liet Kynes.

Pairing: Paul Atreides x Fremen!OC

Word count: 2500

Warnings: Slight mentions of violence, pretentious writing style.

A/N: just need to get this out because im so obsessed with him its becoming unhealthy. hope anyone reading enjoys and has a nice day! You never know i might add chapters if i feel like it lmao.

Paul had seen her in his dreams many times over the years. She had been with him throughout it all, from the cradle until now, as he began to bloom into adulthood. 

He’d never thought he’d really see her in front of his eyes. Over the years he’d dismissed her as a mere fantasy; the leftovers of a child’s overactive imagination. Blue eyes that couldn’t quite be real, and a beauty that only existed in daydreams. 

Yet, here she was, standing stoic beside the ‘judge of the change’, surveying the approaching group with those piercing blue eyes. Paul had to remind himself to breathe before he collapsed from lack of oxygen. 

“My Lord Duke.” The older woman greeted his father, bowing her head, and so did the dream-girl, except the fire in her eyes never faded. 

“Dr Kynes. Thank you for agreeing to take us out.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, sire. This is my apprentice and pilot, Nami.” 

Duke Leto acknowledged the dream-girl, no, Nami, with a quick nod. She responded in kind.

“Now,” Kynes began, “We must check your stillsuits-” The two women stepped forward in sync to aid the group, but were stopped by Gurney’s blades at their necks. 

Paul couldn’t help but admire the way she didn’t flinch as a blade was held to her throat, merely raising her chin in defiance. Few would have the gall to glare at the soldier in such a way. 

“Gurney, no need. Let them work.” The Duke asserted, and Gurney lowered his sword, albeit rather begrudgingly. 

They then approached the group of outworlders to adjust their suits. Paul had to force himself to breathe normally as Nami approached him and the two locked eyes. He quickly tore his gaze away from hers, as she began to check his suit was on correctly. 

All the while, Kynes was going on a long and probably very interesting spiel about stillsuits and their benefits, but he found it very hard to concentrate when he was face to face with the girl he had been dreaming about all his life. 

“You’ve worn a stillsuit before?” Nami suddenly asked, inspecting some of the straps on the front. 

“No, this is my first time.” 

“Hm,” She cocked her head in confusion, “Your boots are fashioned slip-fast at the ankles. Who taught you to do that?” 

“Just seemed like the right way.” He said, trying to work out what was going on inside her head. 

Their exchange had now caught the attention of the rest of the group, and Nami turned to Kynes, muttering a few words in a different language, shaking her head slightly. 

It took Paul a few moments to realise that they were speaking in the language of the fremen. 

“You’re fremen.” He said plainly, like it had been obvious the whole time. 

“We are accepted in both sietch and village, yes.” Nami said, nodding. 

Before he could ask anymore questions, Kynes began to lead them to the aircraft, explaining that they would be travelling to the nearest harvesting field north of Arrakeen. 

The group all entered one of the small aircraft, and Paul watched as Nami began to sit in the pilot's chair, but was stopped by his father. 

“If you don’t mind, Nami, I’d like to pilot.” He said, with an almost childlike smile upon his face. Paul remembered his fathers admission that he had once wished to be a pilot himself. 

“Of course, my lord.” She bowed her head, and shuffled over to the co-pilot’s seat. 

The group all strapped themselves into their seats, grabbing a headset and preparing for take off. 

Duke Leto soon began to press several buttons, and Paul’s dream-girl followed suit, adjusting switches here and there. The Duke soon pulled up off the ground and turned in a near-perfect manoeuvre that left his co-pilot impressed. 

“You’re a pilot?” She asked. 

“Yes I was, in my youth. It has been many years though.” He smiled, regarding the desert beneath him in what looked like wonder. 

“You are very talented.” Nami complimented simply, and Paul watched as a newfound respect bled into her eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of yearning for her to look at him in the same way. With respect earned by his own deeds, rather than the kind that stemmed from a generations old name. 

Kynes then began her narration as they moved over dunes, towards the spice fields. Paul chipped in here and there with a question or two for her. 

“Why don’t they just shield the crawlers?” He asked, looking down at the desert below, where one of the crawlers was moving. Was this the desert power his father had been talking about?

“Shields are a death sentence in the desert.” Nami chipped in, turning her head momentarily to look at Paul, who tore his face away in embarrassment when he felt a slight heat rise to his cheeks. 

“Yes,” Kynes continued for her apprentice, “It attracts the worms and drives them into a killing frenzy.” 

“Is that one of the worms?” His father asked, pointing at a vague cloud of dust on the horizon. 

Kynes picked up a pair of binoculars from her lap and peered into them for a moment, before answering, “That’s a worm alright. And a big one. Nami, call it in for me?” 

“On it.” She replied, and began speaking into the headset in various codes, asking for any carriers in the area. 

It didn’t take long for one to appear, and it began making its way to the crawler below. Paul watched in awe as it made its descent. He knew spice harvesting was dangerous, and of course accommodations had to be made, but the technology used was truly fascinating. How was that tiny carrier going to lift that enormous crawler?

He would, unfortunately, never find out. Because as the carrier attempted to attach itself, one of the arms snapped. Suddenly an influx of frenzied shouts came over the radio in confusion, as Kynes chipped in to explain the situation. 

The Duke then snapped into action. 

“How many men on that crawler?” 

“A crew of 21.” Kynes replied. 

“Our ships can only take 6 each. That leaves 3 men.” Paul added. 

“We’ll find a way.” His father responded, flicking a switch before dropping into a nosedive, the other two ships following suit behind him. 

Soon, they were landing just beside the crawlers, and unbuckling themselves from their seats inside the aircraft. Paul was the first up and moving. 

“The shield generators should weigh about the same as a few men.” Paul said, waiting for Gurney to finish undoing his seatbelt. 

“Good idea,” Gurney said, “I’ll toss them out, go instruct the men.” He said, patting the younger boy on the shoulder as he moved to get rid of the shields, Paul slipping past him and onto the sand below. 

As he dropped onto the sand of the desert for the first time, he couldn’t help but pause. Something about his boots on the ground felt natural, and as he looked down at the swathe of gold, he had never felt more at home. 

What snapped him into action again was the thud of a shield generator falling from the aircraft, and then Paul was moving, running towards the groups of men coming out of the crawler. 

“7 over there, 7 over there, move!!” He shouted, pointing to the various aircraft waiting for them and waving them over.

And then a cloud of sand engulfed him. 

Paul quickly brought his mask to his face and shut his eyes, trying to ignore the stinging pain of millions of grains of sand hitting him. And then suddenly everything around him seemed to still, and he brought his mask down away from his face, opening his eyes. 

He was surrounded by a cloud of dust, and he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. 

Paul took a deep breath in, feeling the way his nostrils tingled as he inhaled, and noticing the sparkle of the dust around him. 

He wasn’t standing in dust, but spice. 

 Before his eyes the real world melted away, and he was overtaken by visions. Visions of violence, death, the dunes of Arrakis, a blade, and finally Nami’s face, blue-blue eyes staring into his own. 

Then she began to cry, tears streaming down her face. The face that had seemed so stoic in the real world was not so in his vision. 

Then his vision began to return, and through the haze of spice he heard something familiar, before realising what it was. 

“I recognise your footsteps old man…” Paul whispered, jolting awake as Gurney clapped him on the shoulder, hauling him to his feet. 

“C’mon!” He shouted, glancing to the side. Paul followed his gaze, and was immediately spurred into action as he saw the fast approaching sandworm. 

Immediately he was sprinting towards the aircraft, locking eyes with his father through the windshield as he began to take off, spinning so the open door was facing them. 

And there she was. 

Gurney was the first to reach her, and she quickly hauled him up into the aircraft, pushing him in while not taking her eyes off Paul. 

“Atreides!” She shouted, holding out her hand for him to take, evident concern in her eyes. 

He pumped his legs faster than he thought possible, catching up with the aircraft and grabbing her hand, watching as the sandworm emerged from the very place he had been kneeling, overtaken by visions. 

Eventually he pulled himself away from the sight of the desert, clambering up the ramp towards Nami, who quickly shut the door behind him. 

“Thank you.” Paul said to her, still slightly breathless. 

“No problem.” She replied, dusting a few grains off his shoulder before returning to her seat beside the Duke, slipping on her headset and reporting their re-entry into general airspace. 

Paul moved back to his seat just behind her, trying to ignore his fathers angry gaze, as well as quell the aggressive beating of his heart. Their trip had been more eventful than he thought. 

Soon the aircraft was landing, and Paul stood to get up, wanting to get away from one of his fathers lectures, but not before saying goodbye to Nami. 

“Thank you, again.” He said, quickly.

She smiled this time, her face softening ever so slightly, “Take care, Paul Atreides. I pray we meet again.” 

He nodded, unable to form words in response as his tongue had grown heavy in his mouth. And then he ran away, jumping out of the aircraft as quickly as he could before he blurted out anything stupid.  

*

Paul whipped around taking in the sudden appearance of so many Fremen around him and his mother. They must have seen them running from the sandworm. 

“Do not run. You will only waste precious water.” A man said from above him. He seemed to be a leader. Upon closer inspection, Paul realised it was Stilgar, the man who his father had received. 

“Stilgar? Do you remember me? You came before my fathers council.”

“Ah, yes. The Atreides boy.” 

“Stop wasting time, we need their water!” A cry came from above, and as Paul looked up, he saw a man, and beside him, his dream-girl. 

“Quiet Jamis. You know we cannot harm him. He is Atreides. Besides,” Nami jumped down from one of the ledges to stand beside Stilgar, “I will vouch for him.”

Objections erupted from the rest of the Fremen, but her eyes remained locked with Paul’s. Stilgar quickly jumped in to quiet them. 

“That is fine. The boy is young, he can still learn our ways. However, the woman cannot.” He declared, and Paul looked to Stilgar in horror, moving backwards to stand in front of his mother protectively. Although, it was mostly meaningless, as he knew his mother could protect herself perfectly well. 

“She’s too old to learn?” He asked, his voice harsh. 

“Atreides…” Nami said softly, almost like a warning not to push further. 

But he didn’t have to, as the Fremen were already drawing their knives, and Stilgar was removing the outer layer of cloth he was wearing. And then, his mother was leaping out from behind him, and she and Stilgar became locked in battle. 

Paul took the opportunity to gain the upperhand, climbing up to a higher ledge and stealing a maula pistol from one of the Fremen warriors, but not before shooting Nami an apologetic glance. 

As he looked back down, he saw that his mother had made quick work of the Fremen leader, holding his own blade to his throat. Nevertheless, he activated the pistol and kept it pointed at one of the nearby Fremen.

“Peace, woman. You did not tell me you were a weirding woman and a fighter.” He sighed. 

“Our conversation ran short.” She snapped, not letting go of him. 

“Peace. I judged you too hastily.” 

Jessica then released Stilgar, handing him back his blade, meanwhile Paul lowered his pistol.

“The woman is under my charge until we reach sietch Tabr. Nami, are you still willing to vouch for the boy?”

“Yes.” She said firmly, and the rest of the Fremen sighed, making a cutting notion on the top of their wrists with their blades, before sheathing them. 

Once that was done, Stilgar began climbing up the ledge to approach Paul, holding out a hand for the maula pistol. 

“Come now. You will get your own when you have earned it.” He said, and the younger man sighed, returning the weapon to him, albeit begrudgingly. 

That was when ‘Jamis’ decided to chip into the proceedings once more. 

“I will not have them.”

“Jamis, I have spoken,” Stilgar said, “Be still.”

“You talk like a leader, but the strongest leads. She bested you. I invoke the Amtal.” 

Paul’s mother stiffened beside him, and although he did not yet know what that meant, he knew it did not bode well. 

“Jamis, you may not challenge her-”

“Then who will fight in her place?”

“Jamis,” Nami piped up, “Do not do this, the night is fading.”

“Then the sun will witness this death, Nami. Where is her champion?” 

Paul now understood what was going on, and if anyone was going to fight for his mother it would be him. 

He stepped out from behind Stilgar, and walked towards Jamis in the way he had been taught to as a Duke’s son, back straight, head held high.

“I accept her champion.”

Stilgar sighed as Jamis brushed past them, but soon followed suit. As did the rest of the Fremen, his mother included, until it was only him and Nami left. 

“So, we meet again, Atreides.” She smiled, her voice slightly teasing. 

“Mhm. I see you’ve been praying.” Paul smirked, hoping to get the upper hand over her.

“Have you not?” She asked in faux shock, and it sent Paul spinning, because although he had not been praying, he had dreamt of her every night since he last saw her. 

“Besides,” Nami continued, not noticing his sudden flush, “I am beginning to regret my prayers. You are causing trouble already.” 

“It’s in my nature.”

“Evidently. Now, come along, you have a duel to prepare for. Jamis is a good fighter, if you try hard you may just die with honour.” She declared, a wry smile on her face as she turned on her heel and led him further into the rocks of the desert. 

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Heian Era! Sukuna x Concubine! Reader The Only Way is Down Part 2

Part 1 is here :

This one will have more fluff and angst. Please Enjoy! This one might be a bit more OC and Sukunas end. This part was harder to write for me. Im not going to make a part 3 as I want to continue writing new ones! That way I can also bust more fics out.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut 18+, Trueform! Sukuna, plot with porn, dacryphillia, cunnilingus, f receiving oral, stomach mouth, hand mouth, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, twin cocks, cum play, angst, fluff, sex, Heian Era Pregnancy advice, masturbation, bath sex, semi public sex

Word Count: 3.5K

Sukuna speaking is in red

y/n speaking is in green

Doctor speaking in purple

Hana Speaking in blue

Life wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. You were supposed to live happily under the protection of Sukuna. The want to socialize with other concubines, eat delicious food, and be pampered. Sure, the occasional back breaking sex that left you bedridden for a week, but still a life of ease. The point was to stay a mid-ranking consort, to stay out of the drama and out of the way of Sukuna. Now you are staying in his palace, with his child in your belly.

“Thank you doctor for everything”

“Youre welcome. Sorry we can’t do more right now for you. The nausea will subside with this new herbal tea I prescribed. For now, we are just making sure you stay healthy for the baby. Try not to get too stressed and eat whatever you are craving. These cravings are natural and mean you are lacking something that your body needs.”

“Yes of course. Um well- I also wanted to know, well-“ You stopped yourself. It wasn’t normal for you to be embarrassed about these sort of things. You took a breath and continued. “But what about sexual needs? I’m not sure what his Lord intends but are we allowed to be intimate? Can I pleasure myself?”

The doctor coughed in embarrassment, “Yes of course as long as it isn’t rough or you aren’t in any pain. Again, any cravings you have should be given in to, food or not.”

You sat upright in your bed with a blanket on your lap. You were currently 3 months pregnant. You didn’t have a pregnant belly yet, but your abdomen was sensitive and bloated. The nausea was bad, and so were your cravings. Your craving for Sukuna that is. You were horny all the time. If the doctor said it way okay then sex is game. Your damn hormones are running wild.

“My lady I’ll brew you this new herbal tea right away”

“Thank you Hana I would appreciate it”

The one thing that isn’t rapidly changing is Hana. You were thankful with the new title that you were allowed to keep Hana as a handmaiden. Now however, you have so my attendants for everything. There were more hand maidens to help you dress, etc. You had chefs as well. Your new room was overly spacious; a huge bed that could hold three Sukuna’s at once. Your new bedroom wasn’t nearly as big as Sukuma’s. You now stayed in the main palace but still separate from Sukuna. It was more common to see Sukuna in the halls. Your room had a partition, vanity, and sitting room. The wardrobe was immaculate. You had all your old robes and dresses along with newer and flashier ones. Sukuna made it his top priority that his new and first wife looks the part. You sighed at the thought. This was all too much. You haven’t seen any of the other concubines in a while. It was probably best not to. They would all treat you differently and perhaps harm you. Who on earth would be stupid enough to do that? Who knows but its easy to make it look like you lost the baby on accident. Even so, you felt so alone. Your attitude was dull and bland. This was very noticeable to everyone around you. It was also noted how often you speak with staff to keep your mood up. You hiccupped feeling some acid pool in your mouth at the stress.

Right on time, Hana brought back the tea and poured it for you.

“Thank you Hana I hope this will work.”

You drank the tea and decided to get more rest as the stress and nausea ate away at you.

“Thank you Hana I think I will rest some”

She nodded and everyone left your quarters. You had ulterior motives. Maybe some of this stress could be relieved. You couldn’t stop thinking about Sukuna. He was so arrogant, boastful and strong. You loved his pink hair, tattoos, muscular figure, and his smell. He smelt like a campfire all the time; smokey, woodsy. His whole personality was a hot burning desire that fueled you. Ever since that night you’ve felt differently about him. He pleased you in ways never before. You think he ruined you for any other man. You rubbed your belly, thinking about how he made this baby with you. You bit your lip and began rubbing yourself. You rolled to the side, pretending Sukuna was lying next to you. You imagine it was him rubbing your clit. He would use one arm to prop up his head and have that shit eating grin plastered on his face.  You imagine the rest of his hands all over you, rubbing your sensitive breasts and your belly.

You immediately stopped yourself. Tears brimmed in your eyes. You just wanted to be able to cuddle Sukuna, kiss him. It was hard knowing that he didn’t love you. You never thought you’d have a baby in such a loveless commitment. He hasn’t visited you once since he told you about the pregnancy. You knew he was seeing other concubines, why wouldn’t he be. You were ready to have Hana cuddle you for support. With thoughts racing, you weren’t going to sleep now or finish.

“Hana I’d like to take a bath.”

“yes of course my lady”

Hana and a few others escorted you to the bath house. You were allowed to share Sukuma’s bath house. This bath house was huge. The doors were decorated with jade and marble. When opened only one underground bath was present. It was more like a pool. Bamboo shoots were on each side pouring in fresh hot water. On the outside of the bath house, many workers heated the pool with fires. Fragrant oil was poured into the bath. Hana undressed you and you were rinsed clean before entering the bath. A deep sigh of relief escaped your lips. The bath helped your aching body adjust. You put your head under and resurfaced at the other end. Your attendants stood with towels waiting for you to finish. The birds could be heard chirping outside. It was a beautiful morning. Finally, some peace and quiet. You have been busy with many vendors and doctors.

A big banquet was supposed to be held for you and your baby. Sukuna wasn’t afraid to announce it. He felt secure with your protection. Everyone has been running around in preparation. Vendors came to visit to help decorate and prepare. Many dresses were made to find one to your liking. The stress was starting to pool up again. You tried thinking of something else when You heard some ruckus outside the bath.

“I apologize my lord Lady y/n is currently inside the bath. We can have it ready for you momentarily.”

“No need I shall join her”

The doors were open, and Sukuna appeared in a loose robe, his chest exposed. He smirked at your small form in the huge bath. You blushed remembering your earlier thoughts. You missed his presence.

“My lord to what do I owe the pleasure of your attendance.” You tried to act calm and uninterested. You didn’t want to rely on him for happiness and comfort.

“I came to check on your condition, but you were not in your quarters. Th doctor informed me of the morning sickness.”

“yes, everything is in order, the tea prescribed should help.”

You sulked further into the bath. Every conversation you have with him is so formal. It was never an issue before. In fact, you tried to walk on eggshells before. Now it was only a matter of time before your de ranked, why bother. After this baby is there any use for you as a wife. Your distracted and disheveled appearance didn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna. His lower set of eyes squinted at your behavior.

Sukuna dropped his robes and entered the bath. You quickly look at his cocks, biting your lip. Damn these hormones.

“The doctor also informed me your mood has seemed to dampen as of late. Has your service have not been adequate?”

He continued to walk closer to you. His chest was still out of the water while you have to sit on the bench in the water, to keep your shoulders above water.

“I apologize for concerning you, my lord. The doctor is just referring to my sickness. I haven’t been able to move around a lot or attend any tea parties with the other concubines”

Sukuna was now towering over you, all four eyes focusing on you. He had a scowl on his face. Like he didn’t believe a god damn word you said.

“After the announcement at the banquet you may do as you please. For now, I want you to stay in my palace and focus on your health.”

You nodded looking down into the water. He takes your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes up. You looked at his face turning red at the proximity. He moves in closer, lips almost touching yours.

“Are you sure the isn’t anything else?”

“There is not”

“When did you become so bold to lie so blatantly to your king?’

“What are you referring to exactly? I have done no such thing.”

“Perhaps but you do not speak the whole truth. You forget your servants are mine first. Your doctor informed me of your sexually driven questions. Your dear lady-in-waiting informed me of your late-night fantasies. You call out my name as you pleasure yourself. I did not realize you missed your king so much.”

You tensed up, tears of embarrassment welling up. You couldn’t believe you have been exposed like this. Sukuna tilts your head and licks your tears.

“I apologize my dear wife y/n. I have been away too long. I only wanted to ease your stress with these big changes. I was thinking of my heir and not my wife. You have me now. Now what do you want with me? What do you desire of your king? Your husband?”

He rubs your belly with one of his hands. It’s the first time he has touched you so lovingly. Sukuna was very excited for this baby. You forgot how important your baby was and how dedicated your husband was to this child. Your tears could no longer be contained. They flowed freely. You tried to stay silent, but hiccups and whines escaped your lips. At the end of the day, the strongest and most powerful was the father of your child. You were so worried about you; it didn’t occur to you that your baby would always be in a position of power and strength. It made you a little jealous.

Sukuna tensed, he wasn’t expecting you to start crying, he assumed you wanted sex, but clearly there was something else. This was hard for him. It was your pregnancy making you so vulnerable, he was aware. He didn’t like this one bit. He always enjoyed your cunning sharp wit. You were not easily scared or hurt by Sukuna. That’s what made you catch his eye. It’s what made him want to ruin you. He wanted to watch you change expressions in embarrassment, in pleasure. These tears weren’t the ones he desired. He wanted tears of pleasure. He held you in his arms and rubbed your back. It was all he could do.

“Once you are calmed I give you permission to speak freely, no matter what. Do not hold back; to keep peace with me, I want to know what troubles you.”

You continued to cry now sobbing loudly, almost in pain. It was all too much. You finally got some relief, to be held by Sukuna. You were also afraid of what’s to come. Once you finally calmed you began.

“I’m sorry I can’t stop, and I’m so upset I feel so vulnerable and weak. But I can’t stop cr-“ You began again to cry.

Sukuna laughed at your unstable mood. “Hush now y/n I want to know what troubles you”

You frowned, not thinking it was funny. You took a deep breath and just began

“I know my Lord that I am expendable. I know I can’t be in this position forever. I am grateful for my child, and I am grateful they will be your heir. But I- I am afraid. I know you will have more wives and more heirs. I just want to be loved too. I understand I am a concubine first; I recognize what we have isn’t love. I just can’t control my feelings. I want to be held by you. I want to be kissed by you- to be around you..”

You stopped yourself from rambling on further. You didn’t dare look at the expression on his face. Your buried yourself onto his shoulder.

“Your right I do not love you y/n. I cannot pretend or lie to you. But you are no longer a concubine, you are a wife. You will never question your position again. You will never be demoted. You will live the rest of your days in ease. I can assure you that. I live way longer than humans. I feel desire and passion. I desire bedside company, I desire intimate passion, I desire strength and power. I have obtained my true love of total control. But now my newest desire is my child within you. I did not know if it was possible and now, I know. I have lived a long life and yet YOU are my first wife. YOU are the first to carry my child. This experience is one I have never had. YOU are my first. I wouldn’t want any other to be my first. You will be a great wife and mother. I eat humans, bathe in the blood of my enemies and yet here I am holding my fragile little wife y/n because I’m not being a good husband. I assure you even if I do not love you I want to fulfill everything you desire.”

You looked into his eyes searching. You found him calm, emotionless, but truthful. This is what you needed to hear. You knew he didn’t love you, you only loved him simply because of your hormones. This was an arrangement but the best one to come out of living here. There was no way down anymore. You were filled with so much happiness you jumped up and kissed Sukuna, without permission. He reciprocated and deepened the kiss. He held you and kneaded your ass. His large hands enveloped your whole body. You forgot you were naked against him. His hardening cocks were sandwiched between your stomach and his. Your breasts were against his stomach as well. Only your head reached his chest, he had to bend his head for the kiss.  Sukuna pulled his lips from yours. As he pulled away, he nipped your lips.

“Ill ask you again my dear wife y/n. You have me now what do you want with me?”

Your body felt hot. You could smell that sexy campfire aroma on him you couldn’t take it. He was asking you what you wanted from him. And you wanted to take everything you could.

“I want you to hold me, kiss me, and fuck me.”

Sukuna laughed with a wild look in his eyes. He held you against his waist. You put your hands on his chest. He kissed you again. You deepened the kiss by opening your mouth. His tongue intertwined with yours. He rubbed his cocks against your stomach. Slowly the mouth and his stomach opened. He began to lick your sensitive pussy. You yelped looking down. You have never seen or heard of his stomach mouth.

“Fuck you taste so fucking good. Never seen that before huh? I can kiss my wife, hold her, and fuck her at the same time like she wanted.”

He smirked and pecked your lips. You whined in the kiss. He continued sharing slow passionate kisses together. His large tongue licked around your opening. Your entrance was fluttering as you have been waiting three months for this. His large slimy tongue entered you. God, it felt so fucking good. It went up up up- as far as his cocks would go. He swirled it in a circular motion tasting every inch of your insides. You clenched on him, digging your fingers into his arms. You thrusted a bit so the bottom of his tongue rubbed your clit as well. Sukuna allowed you to fuck yourself on his large tongue. God the sexy husband of yours got some bonus points today.

“I never hah-used this tongue on anyone before. Should I save this trick as the special wife only treatment?”

You bit your lip, “Yes please only I want to sit on this. Use it only for me”

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you were overcome with pleasure. His tongue searched for your sensitive spot. Once he found it. He kept abusing it. You thrusted with the tongue. God it’s been so long that you couldn’t sit still. A big whine escaped you once again. Your whole body was sensitive. Sukuna took this chance to put his hands on your breasts. More mouths appeared on his hands. He began roughly sucking your sore nipples. His other two hands still held onto you for dear life.

“Sukuna I- its too much ah-! Haaah my lord please”

“Its husband to you. What to do want my little wife?”

You weren’t sure what you wanted. It was too much on your sore body. You whined rubbing against his cocks as well. You threw your hands down and started rubbing his cocks. Your hands couldn’t fit around the whole shaft, but you tried anyways. You gripped them so roughly and rubbed vigorously.

“Shit- damn you trying to choke my cocks?” He didn’t want to admit how sensitive that made him. You continued your assault as your rode on his tongue.

“This baby has made you to be quite the vixen. Im going to have to keep puttinga child in you if this is how sex is going to be”

You were definitely bolder today.

“Please I’m so close.”

“Cum then”

Sukuna was aroused by your state. Your face was flush, your eyes watery, and your hips shaking. Not to mention how good your pussy tasted. Fuck he was going to come to, from just your hands. Who knew his cute pregnant wife could do this to him.

You screamed out in ecstasy and finally came. Your toes curled and your body spasmed. You cried out again as your orgasm was slow yet violent. Sukuna came undone as well both cocks cumming in your hands. He grunted, hot cum covering your hands, chest and even some on your face. There was so much cum. Now you know why you got pregnant. You lifted your hands and licked the cum off. Sukuna watched you.

“Dammit you-fuck I’m hard again.”

You laughed and looked down to see he was indeed hard again.

“My dear husband I think I have a new craving, and you told me I could ask anything from you.”

“Name it y/n and it is yours.”

“Your cum”