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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Dimple_&_Hanazawa_Teruki
  Character:
      Dimple_(Mob_Psycho_100), Hanazawa_Teruki
  Additional Tags:
      god!Dimple, divine_tree_arc, Plant_bondage, Hypnosis, lots_of_hypnosis,
      hence_dubcon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-09 Words: 2335
****** A Come-to-Jesus Moment ******
by camakitsune
Summary
     Teruki challenged Dimple at the sacred broccoli and lost. This is an
     account of his religious conversion.
Notes
     so I guess I ship EkuTeru now
See the end of the work for more notes
“Hanazawa, you’re bored.”
Teruki didn’t care to get a sermon from the spirit.  He would have to end this
battle soon before the divine tree completely drained him.
“You may have Shigeo tricked about you having changed, but I know you still
crave power.”
Teruki lashed out, psychokinesis severing the broccoli puppet across the torso.
At the corner of his vision, he saw the mimic of Shigeo’s face budding from the
wall. “You’ve got some nerve saying that to anyone right now.”
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To come save the day from the Psycho Helmet
cult and be the town hero?” Before giving Teruki a chance to answer, the newly-
formed puppet launched itself at him. He intercepted it with another blast of
energy to tear it apart. “If power is what you want, what’s wrong with sharing
it? My power will be yours if you worship me.”
“It’s not about that,” Teruki snarled. The weight of exhaustion clung to his
limbs from having his energy drained by the broccoli. If there weren’t so many
people gathered at the bottom of the tree, he could just burn the damned thing
down. Barring that, he was running out of options to defeat the constantly-
regenerating broccoli puppets.
“You’re free to explain.”
Teruki was aware of the figure looming behind him. He looked over his shoulder
at it. “If I have to explain why you brainwashing my city pisses me off, I
don’t think you’d get it anyway. Or are you stalling?”
Dimple’s voice laughed. “I believe you’re the one stalling. You’re running on
fumes now – I expect your next attack will be your last.” Dimple’s puppet began
to walk around to Teruki’s front. “So, how will you finesse your way out of
this?”
“You realize Kageyama will be pissed when he finds out about this.”
“I’ll deal with him when the time comes. You, on the other hand, have already
lost.”
Teruki clenched his fists, glaring.
“What are you resisting so much for? You’re not content with an average life.
Why not fill the emptiness in your heart with something bigger than yourself?”
“Because I’m not joining your weak excuse for a world domination scheme.”
Dimple laughed, like an adult laughing warmly at a precocious child. Vines were
on Teruki in an instant, thinly binding his legs and arms to him back more than
to completely immobilize him. He made no attempt to fight them yet – it
wouldn’t take much more of them to overpower him in his current state.  For
now, he only glared at the stupid caricature of Mob, waiting to see what Dimple
would do.
“I’ll keep the offer to work alongside me open. You still have use to me.”
“Not interested.”
“Not yet, but I’m a forgiving god. I’ll help you.”
As he announced this, a wave of hypnotic energy assaulted Teruki’s mind. It was
okay. Dimple wasn’t trying to hurt him. He just wanted to help. Teruki started
to calm down.  The puppet lumbered closer to him.
“Now, aren’t you sorry for trying to defeat me?”
“Defeat?” Teruki echoed. “I tried to defeat God?” Shame, like a centipede, dug
its prickly little claws in as it wrapped itself around his chest. “Why?”
“All will be forgotten if you sincerely repent.”
Teruki stared at the puppet. He snarled. A final burst of psychokinesis
fissured the puppet down from a shoulder almost to the opposite hip. The plant
matter composing it groaned as it bent at the weak spot, then snapped. “That
crap won’t work on me,” he warned. “We can call this is a draw if the only
trick you have is some weak hypnosis.”
“I have to admit, your ability to resist is impressive. But I don’t have time
to slowly break you down.”
Bright green energy began to emerge from the walls of the divine tree. It
coalesced in front of Teruki into Dimple’s humanoid outline. His form steadied,
and his features appeared. A vibrant aura swayed around him with all of the
power of the divine tree itself. For the first time, Teruki felt a spike of
fear. The flood of Dimple’s energy made him terrifyingly aware of his spent
reserves.
The spirit was smirking. “You’re afraid.”
Teruki hissed. “Keep telling yourself that.”
He ignored the boy’s retort. “There’s no need to be.” A thick, dark smog was
expelled from Dimple’s back. It began to obscure his form when he advised,
“Consider it a blessing that I’m pulling out all the stops for you.”
“What is he doing,” Teruki asked under his breath. Dimple had no need to hide
while Teruki was bound like this. So what was the point of the smog?
He gasped, took a deep breath of clear air, and held it. Dimple laughed again
as the chamber filled with the smog. “How long do you plan on holding your
breath?”
It was getting hard to see. Teruki wasn’t sure what would happen if he breathed
the polluted air, but he knew it likely wasn’t something he wanted to do.
Still, not breathing wasn’t exactly a strategy.
“You realized earlier that my hypnosis works by triggering strong emotions.”
His voice was closer. “So all I need to do is have you experience something
strong enough to keep you under my influence.”
Teruki located where he thought Dimple might be and kicked, hard enough to pull
the vines around his leg with him. A large, clawed, green hand caught him at
the ankle and held firmly, but not tightly.
“Hanazawa.”
The ghostly hand was cool around Teruki’s ankle. He could see it holding him,
and the arm behind it assimilated into a vaguely human-shaped blob in the
thickly shrouded air. His chest burned with the need to breathe.
“Have you ever felt bliss?”
Before there was time for Teruki to respond, a tangle of vines shot up from
below him and seized his torso beneath his shirt, lifting him. He panicked. He
gasped for breath as his hands flew to his stomach, desperately trying to rip
off the organic binds even as they continued winding up his chest and creeping
below the hem of his pants.
“Stop this!” he barked, the sharp tone betraying his fear.
His arms were pulled away and he was forced to do nothing but watch his shirt
being opened through the haze. His apprehension about breathing it in was all
but forgotten as his chest heaved in fear. He was afraid, he fully realized –
he was in front of an enemy completely powerless and he couldn’t do a thing
about the fucking broccoliundressing him and he was afraid –
“You’re safe, Hanazawa.”
Teruki gasped. His limbs went limp in the divine tree’s grasp. “I’m safe?” He
flinched at the sight of Dimple’s hand approaching his face. It easily cupped
the side of his head.
“You are loved by God. Accept me and you will have nothing to fear.”
Dimple’s face was close enough that Teruki could make out its features in the
smog. He stared at it, breaths still heavy.
“Love,” he whispered. He was aware of the adrenaline-infused sensation powering
his wildly-beating heart. “Love,” he repeated, and he was acutely aware of the
hand holding his head – how gentle it was, even as it could easily snap his
neck. All at once it felt transient and solid and not at all how a hand should
feel.
Ah, that’s right – because it wasn’t a human hand.
“God loves me,” he muttered. He allowed his head to loll against the palm, eyes
falling closed. A warm feeling began to soothe him at the thought of being
acknowledged by such a powerful being. He made no protest as green tendrils
retreated from his chest, shirt in tow.
The vines gathering at the top of his pants twisted and nudged, having already
opened them during his distraction. Now that he was calmer, he was able to
notice their texture on his skin and pressing into soft areas, as well as his
reaction to it. He felt himself twitch and immediately thought that this had to
be improper somehow. He had never met a god before, nor had he considered
decorum in one’s presence, but the way he was starting to squirm and vocally
gasp as the persistent nudging must have been too obscene to be acceptable.
“I apologize for my behavior,” he said, even as a particularly bold vine coiled
around the head of his cock and started to squeeze and tug. A small bundle of
vines wandered up from behind his shoulder. The ends brushed independently of
each other at the corner of his mouth, but he hesitated to yield to them.
“You should let go of your shame, Hanazawa.”
Teruki looked back up at Dimple. His image was clearer; the smog was starting
to clear.
“Shame and fear are simply shackles that hold your heart back from freedom,”
the spirit continued.
Teruki kept staring at him while vines kept pushing past his hips, his thighs,
his knees. “What’s…” He paused, as if unsure of what he was even wondering.
“…Happening?”
“Do you accept me as God, Hanazawa?”
Well sure, it seemed obvious enough. “Yes,” he answered.
“Then consider this your confirmation ceremony. All I ask is that you submit to
me in both mind and body.”
Submit? Well, he was God, so it seemed like a safe choice. Teruki showed his
willingness to comply by tentatively opening his mouth. The vines separated as
they entered, individually probing under his tongue, into his cheeks, and
toward his throat. It started to spasm at the intrusion, and he gave a slight
whimper as he held back a gag.
“You’re doing wonderfully.”
Teruki’s mind was starting to feel warm and foggy. He was grateful for the
vines holding him – between his exhaustion and Dimple’s overwhelming presence,
he didn’t think he would be able to stand on his own.
The vines retreated from his mouth, leaving his lower lip wet with his own
saliva. More vines took hold of his limbs to lift him higher, and he couldn’t
help looking away with some amount of embarrassment as he allowed them to guide
his legs open.
“Don’t forget, Hanazawa, you have no need for shame.”
Teruki yelped as wet vines started to slither up and into him. They started
tugging in different directions, working together to pull him open. He made no
attempt to mask his sounds of discomfort. Dimple’s hand returned to briefly
stroke his face.
“Right now, your vessel is completely empty. In your current state, you’re most
ready to receive my divine power.”
Hazy thoughts tried to parse his words. What was that about divine power? He
noticed belatedly that he and the spirit were extremely close. Teruki looked at
Dimple with gradually increasing fear as somethinglarge and – slippery? –
started pressing up into him, and when he felt the first stretch, he knew it
would be too much. He squirmed in his restraints before finally giving in with
a sharp cry of “Lord Dimple!”
Dimple stilled, but did not retreat. “What’s wrong, Hanazawa?”
Teruki stared into the spirit’s chest. “I can’t.”
“What are you afraid of?”
He didn’t answer.
“Is it temporary pain you fear?”
His shoulders drew up slowly. Pain? Yes?
“Would you endure it if you knew if couldn’t compare to the rapture on the
other side?”
Teruki took in a deep breath and released it. “Yes.” Without another word,
Dimple resumed moving. Teruki gave a high whine against his shut lips. He
started to feel a foreign power flowing in him. As Dimple kept plunging
further, he realized that the spirit was directing the divine tree’s energy
into his body. He started to pant once Dimple finally stilled. The energy boost
was helping him adjust past the pain, but he still felt far too open and too
full.
Another dose of divine energy was being implanted in him, and Dimple was moving
again. He wasn’t ready for it, and it felt like Dimple was going deeper each
time he sunk into him. The vines holding Teruki adjusted his weight, and
suddenly there was a distinct tingle with each thrust that was quickly becoming
overwhelming with succession. Teruki cried out, this time in a confused
pleasure as he was repeatedly stretched full, and divine energy kept being
poured into him.
He felt Dimple’s hand on his back, the claws jarringly severe against his skin.
His attention returned to Dimple’s face, which was now watching him with an
almost satisfied expression. It was then that Teruki began to understand the
volume of power Dimple commanded. He was already starting to feel like energy
was about to start overflowing from his body, but it appeared that this was
merely a fraction of Dimple’s reserves.
The vines keeping Teruki lifted loosened a bit, and with a yelp he sank a
little further onto Dimple. He started to actually hear his blood pounding in
his ears as his aura was inoculated yet again. It was too much, he was at the
limit of what his body could hold, and he couldn’t even form the words to voice
this as Dimple stayed deep in him, stroking his overly stretched insides.
Teruki’s eyes began to water. He gave a final cry, overtaken by the feeling of
storing more power than he was able to – a feeling of being stuck in the first
microsecond of a detonation – and everything stopped. He was coming, harder
than he ever had, even while he was sinking further still.
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“You’ve done very well, Hanazawa.”
Teruki blinked. “Huh?” He was falling? No, he was being lowered, he realized.
He was looking up at the higher branches of the sacred broccoli. “Lord Dimple,”
he called.
“Shh. Rest in the roots of the divine tree.”
He allowed himself to be gently placed on top of the roots. “I love you, Lord
Dimple,” he said softly.
“And I love you too.”
Teruki smiled and allowed himself to drift off, cradled in his new god’s love
and strength.
End Notes
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