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toovaeloe · 6 months ago

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curse biologist!reader x assistant!gojo hc’s

content: gojo pining off his ass . little flirty lab partners . tw for sliiighhtest mention of an autopsy and related tools . warning for gojo poppin’ a stiff one in the lab cause he’s a freak like that (ur a freak like that), so mildly suggestive

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curse biologist!reader— the higher ups want you dead and gone, that’s for sure. You, who has a cursed technique that turns cursed energy into something tangible. After applying your technique to a cursed spirit, it becomes visible to a naked human eye, and instead of disintegrating, leaves a corpse behind. You’re dangerous. Crazy. And well…too weird. But they just hate progress, don’t they?

Not Gojo. He really doesn’t think you’re doing any harm to be honest (and he’ll do just about anything if it creases another wrinkle into Gakuganji’s ugly mug)

I mean, who else has been able to make waves in the integration of curses into science like you have? You’ve uncovered an exponential amount about the inner workings of curses in a few years when the rest of Jujutsu society’s had centuries, only to scratch the surface. It’s really admirable how you deep dive into the nitty gritty, as he calls it.

assistant!gojo— who loves being your little go-getter. Your own personal cursed spirit Fetch-Fido— maybe if you squint hard enough you’ll be able to see floppy ears perked to attention in his snowy hair or an eager tail whipping up a hurricane behind him as he brings you back his latest catch: a detained grade 2 curse manifested by the fear of monsters under the bed. Yeah, he knew you’d like something like that.

assistant!gojo— loves witnessing the way your eyes light up and it’s as if he can see the cogs immediately gearing to life in your smart little brain. He’s saluting exaggeratedly with a puffed out chest when you give him the go ahead to kill the thing after you’ve had your hand at it. It’s all he can do not to ask for a pat on the head and praise of how well he did. Getting a “Good boy,” out of you is on his mental vision board.

assistant!gojo— sticks around for the autopsies. Likes watching you poke around inside the creatures and is waiting on your hand and foot through the entire process. Scalpel? Bone saw? Enterotomy scissors? The bread knife??? He’s even starting to become attuned to your whims, tool already in hand before you extend your palm.

If you murmured an awed, “look at thaaat,” he’s quick to huddle in close under the pretense of observing whatever oddity that’s intrigued you. Only to squish his cheek against yours with a feigned, “hmm…mhmm…” nodding stiltedly, and not so discreetly nuzzling his face closer to yours with an impish glint in those azure eyes as he casts a sidelong glance to your skeptical neutrality.

assistant!gojo— staring at you with the widest puppy dog eyes as you discard your gloves and begin sketching diagrams of the latest brain you’ve picked apart, comparing it to the contradicting one of another curse, and contrasting from the drastically different human model you have. He can listen to you babble for hours, if only absorbing every other word of your theories on why a curse’s blood runs violet or how you’re so excited to get these samples to the lab. He’ll still chip in with his own question or hypothesis from time to time, because he’s curious too, but more than that he loves the way you answer.

assistant!gojo— purposely uses candy and sweets as a metaphor whenever you plead with him to explain how he views the electromagnetic spectrum through those eyes of his, just because he thinks it’s funny how desperate you are to know. To this day you can’t decode however the fuck that analogy about laffy taffy and rock candy was supposed to relate to infrared waves.

assistant!gojo— Satoru can’t decide what’s worse; the fact that he can’t get you out of his head or the fact that you want inside of his head

This whole situation is basically him giving you googoo eyes and kissy faces as you scribble down something on your clipboard and try to stick him with a needle

assistant!gojo— who’s willing to be a bit of a lab rat for you. He’s all giggles as he prances up to your vertical operation table, huffing lightly when you strap him against the cool steel. “Don’t be shy now, y’could go tighter than that. You know I like it when you tie me up,,” he encourages oh so unhelpfully.

assistant!gojo— chiding you to be careful when you begin application of the biosensors across his chest, cause he’ll get “a little too excited.” You don’t pay mind to his little quip until you see his already irregularly R-R intervals spike impossibly short on the electrocardiogram readings. And then again as you finish hooking him up to the machine.

assistant!gojo— thinks you might be overthinking what environmental stimuli might have caused that anomaly, or maybe judging by that poorly veiled smile and half-hearted “My mistake,” you’ve purposefully placed that one sensor node a little too low on his pelvis this time. Now that he’s thinkin’ about— yeah—there definitely wasn’t any need for you crouch so low until your nose was practically level with the apex of his thigh. Or for you to look up at him in a way that had him failing to suppress a shiver and his breath hitching when you smoothly rubbed the padding of the damn thing into his hip with your thumb. Aaaand fuck, he’s bricked in the lab. (again.)

He’d kill to know what’s going on in your noggin. And frankly he’s dying to get the pants off his fave smartypants.

a/n: as soon as I got this idea i was like ooo biting my lip and bigbig smile,, onto something? am I onto something??? would anybody maybemaybe read a one shot with this concept 👀? okay I love you byyyee

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nxvellus · 2 months ago

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Weird Puppet Show

A/N: Okay so this is my first time writing a Y/N/Reader Insert fic so bear with me in this one alright? Also this fic is something LMAO.

Warnings: Voyeurism, Cuckholding Banner created by @/anitalenia

What was it that you said to yourself over and over again?

'Shadow Milk Cookie was full of surprises.'

Yeah, that exactly.

You can't go a day without being in awe with the things he's capable of doing. One day, you witness he can mimic the voices of other cookies which was something he loved pulling on you as one of his many pranks.

Another day, you found out that he can shift his form from cookies to animals when you were just petting a cream sheep and it stared up at you with different shades of blue slitted eyes. It freaked you out more than it should have, but he got a kick out of seeing the horror on your face.

Then you find out that he can read your thoughts! Taking advantage of that especially when you two have sex.

The possibilities were endless. And today was no exception.

Let's walk back to how this happened, you were wrapping up losing card game with Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie as a short break. The cocky attitude from the gem cookie receiving good hands to be followed by the angered screeches from the apple cookie that accused him of cheating meanwhile you were given the worst of the worst hands.

You weren't keeping track of score just mainly playing for fun, (also to avoid the embarrassment of your losing streak) and getting a chance to properly bond with your partner's minions. Its nice for once to not be given the stink eye from the short girl who couldn't fathom why a common cookie like yourself would be so interesting to capture the gaze of her beloved Master Shadow Milk Cookie. It made you sometimes question why he was fine with this one-sided crush. But it didn't matter, at least not right now.

Then after the last round, Black Sapphire Cookie tapped out. Claiming, "It's becoming a snooze fest when you keep winning. I'm sure my listeners would agree too."

The way your and Candy Apple Cookie's face flush at the fact that he was broadcasting this to who knows how many cookies, you couldn't show your face outside the Spire. Candy Apple Cookie started growling and her little bat wings flap with boiling anger as she yells after him.

So, you were left alone as the two departed and just cleaned up the table and took the deck of cards with you. They were Shadow Milk Cookie's cards that you three borrowed and you'll give it back to him.

As you walked down the milk white and azure blue halls, footsteps faintly echoing, you were growing closer to his bedroom. Yes, his bedroom because he preferred his privacy but was perfectly fine invading yours. Priorities were something he valued unless they were in his favor.

The bedroom doors, double doored, painted blue that shimmered under the starry sky and curved golden handles. You casually approached, assuming he was in his studies to do either scriptwriting or sewing. As you reached for the door, you halt.

What was that noise?

You slowly lean in and press your ear against the door, focusing on your hearing.

Do you hear moaning? Not just from him, but-but another..?

You pull away and you can feel your heart begin to crumble. This couldn't possibly be true could it? You two were lovers, weren't you? He's shown you devotion and you have done the same so why would he-

Your heartbreak shifted into rage, grabbing the handles of the bedroom door with a vice grip and pulling them open as hard as you could muster. You step inside as your tears filled your eyes, teeth gritted and throat burning as you prepared to yell at him.

Yet, what you saw on the bed made you choke on your words and eyes widened as you stared in disbelief.

Let's remind ourselves again. 'Shadow Milk Cookie was full of surprises.'

What were you witnessing currently?

Him, completely stripped of his clown attire and settled between the legs of

You.

Shadow Milk Cookie didn't react to the way you entered with hostility, just stopping his motions and looking over his shoulder. The moment you lock eyes, he flashed his toothy grin at you. "Ohhh lookie who we got here!" He sings before climbing off of you(?) and laid on his side, propping his head up with his hands. "What's with that look, Doll? You appear to be speechless!"

Because you were speechless. This didn't feel real. But of course it was real.

You-the other you-laid on your back, legs spread and pussy leaking with arousal. This doppelganger mimicked you perfectly. Capturing your physique, your tone, everything. It was scary, it freaked you out.

You could ask, "Why?"

He groans, rolling on his back now. "You were too busy playing with my minions with my cards, couldn't be bothered to ask me if I wanted to play when I was so bored in my lonesome!" He dramatically drapes his hand over his forehead. "To leave me like that, oh how it wounded me!" Then his mood switched as he laid on his stomach, kicking his ankles up. "It was only fair I did the same thing to! Created this little beauty and made use of them like how you made use of my belongings."

You were appalled. And hurt. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Oh! And it's so wonderful to have an audience!" He exclaims as the doors closed and locked.

A chair is pulled and the moment it hits the back of your ankles, you were forced to sit down. You look around confused, not quite understanding what was going on.

Shadow Milk Cookie sits up on his knees and positioned you-other you-in front of him on all fours. And you watched your expression as he re-entered you. Grabbing your hips tightly as he snapped his against your ass at a rough pace. The sounds of your moans and yelps reverberate in your ears, mingled in with his sadistic giggles.

This was making you feel an odd slurry of emotions. Confusion, discomfort, and even arousal. You didn't wanna stare at your own face scrunched up as he pushed in deeper at a aggressive pace. You didn't wanna hear the groans and grunts of your own voice being thrusted out of you. And yet, you were stayed put and getting off to this. It made you feel sick.

"I bet you wish it was you, hm?" He teased. "Well it is you! Being used like a good little toy for my pleasure. I'd argue it's a better you!" He grinned with glee as he picked up the pace. "I can use them any time, put them in any position, mark and break them, and they'd enjoy all of it! It'd be so so so so so so SO much enjoyable!"

You wanted to scream. You wanted to roar at him to stop this. Stop talking like this and to stop fucking this fake you. Yet, you couldn't find your voice to say anything.

"Ooooh it looks like you're getting off to this! That's pretty sick and twisted of you!" He grabbed your shoulder and lifted your upper half, grabbing your throat. "Do you get off to watching cookies ABSOLUTELY destroy their partners in front of you?! Does that mean I can just snatch up any cookie and give it to them like this as you watch?! Now isn't that deliciously macabre!"

Your moans were becoming higher pitched and his pace quickened. As well as your heart. Your fingers clench in your lap, wanting to turn away. But you don't.

Your eyes zero in between your legs as you watch the thick cream of his come start pooling between your thighs as it leaked out of your abused pussy. Your breath quickened, grew heavy as you clenched your teeth.

Then, you fizzled into shadows and faded away. Shadow Milk Cookie leans back on his ankles with a satisfied expression, his thick cock throbbing and still leaking with his creamy seed. Then he stares at you, tilting his head to the side.

You feel a cold hand cup your cheek, tilting your head up to look up at him.

"Now be serious," He says flatly. "Did you want to see me do that again?"

...

You nodded your head.

#shadow milk cookie #cookie run kingdom #smut #crk x reader #shadow milk x reader #nxvellus writings

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fafnir19 · 8 months ago

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The Fairy Tale

The snow-capped mountains loomed ahead, their peaks piercing the azure sky, as Finn and his father, Hergen, made their way through the quaint mountain town. Finn, a young man of twenty, with a slender build and bright, curious eyes, clutched his gloved hands together, his breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. He was not one for outdoor excursions, preferring the cozy confines of his home with a good book. But today was different; his father had convinced him to embark on a journey to the glacier caves, a place of nature wonders. As they wandered through the bustling Christmas market, the aroma of spiced glögg and roasted chestnuts filled the air, mingling with the sound of cheerful carols.

Finn's eyes sparkled as he took in the festive atmosphere, feeling a sense of warmth and joy despite the cold. He and his father shared a hot cup of glögg, their breath mingling with the steam rising from the mulled wine. It was a moment of connection, a rare occasion when Finn felt truly at ease with his father, who was often away on his scientific expeditions. "Dad, I'm glad we came here. It's like a winter wonderland," Finn said, his voice filled with genuine happiness. Hergen smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought you'd enjoy it, my boy. But wait until you see the glacier caves tomorrow. They are a marvel of nature, unlike anything you've ever witnessed."

While Hergen was chatting with some other adventurous guys about the best hike to the caves, Finn glanced at the old woman selling the glögg, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she poured him a generous cup. “Tomorrow, my father and I are exploring the glacier caves!” Finn said, a hint of excitement breaking through his usual anxiety. Her expression shifted, lips pressing together in a tight line. “You should think twice, boy. The fairies live there. They can be dangerous if disturbed.” Finn chuckled, shaking his head. “Fairies? You must be joking. That’s just nonsense, right?” “No joke at all,” she replied, her voice low and serious. “They are not to be trifled with.” “Right,” Finn said, rolling his eyes as he turned to Hergen. “Next, she’ll tell me about unicorns and elves.” Hergen laughed, clearly entertained. “Maybe they’ll offer us some magical glögg!” The old woman shot them a stern look before turning away, leaving Finn to sip his drink.

The next morning, as the sun bathed the snow-covered landscape in a golden glow, Finn and Hergen set out for the glacier caves. The journey was arduous, the cold biting at their exposed skin, but Finn's excitement grew with every step. The caves loomed ahead, a majestic sight with their shimmering ice formations and deep, mysterious crevices. "This is it, Finn. The glacier caves," Hergen said, his voice filled with awe. "Let's explore, but remember to stay together and be mindful of our surroundings." Finn nodded, his eyes wide as he took in the breathtaking beauty around him. He ventured deeper into the caves, his breath catching at the sight of glittering ice columns and intricate frozen sculptures.

As he wandered, a peculiar sight caught his attention. Tiny glowing orbs fluttered in the frosty air, resembling fireflies, but their presence in this frigid environment was baffling. Intrigued, Finn approached, his curiosity overcoming his initial hesitation. As he drew closer, he realized these were no ordinary insects. Their delicate wings shimmered with an otherworldly light, and their size was larger than any firefly he had ever seen. With a gentle motion, he reached out, capturing one of the creatures in his palm. It struggled, its wings creating a soft whirring sound, like a tiny bellows. "How dare you invade the realm of the fairies!" The creature's voice, high-pitched and indignant, startled Finn. He stared at the fairy, its tiny features contorted in anger. "Let me go at once! I will not tolerate this intrusion!" Finn's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing. He had heard tales of fairies, but never imagined he would encounter one. "I-I apologize," he stammered, his voice betraying his shock. "I meant no harm. I was merely curious." The fairy's expression turned from anger to suspicion. "Curiosity, you say? Well, you've trespassed, and punishment is due. I'll call for help, and you'll face the consequences!"

A voice, like a whispered secret, slithered into Finn's mind. *Eat it, Finn!* a voice whispered in his mind, insistent and seductive. *Swallow it, and your troubles will be over.* The command was so sudden and compelling that Finn found himself obeying without hesitation. He opened his mouth and, with a quick motion, popped the fairy into his mouth. It tasted like sparkling sugar, and as he swallowed, a rush of warmth spread through his body. As the fairy slid down his throat, a transformation began. Finn's

body trembled, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very essence was being reshaped. His hair, once straight and blond, began to curl and lengthen, framing his face in a stylish fade cut. His ears, once rounded and human, elongated and became pointed, a clear sign of his newfound fairy heritage. But the transformation didn't stop there. His red expedition suit, a practical choice for the cold, morphed into something altogether different. The fabric shifted and changed, transforming into light blue leather pants that hugged his legs like a second skin, leaving his upper body bare. He stood there, stunned, as the reality of his new appearance sank in.

"Dad!" he cried out, startled by his own voice, which had taken on a deeper, more resonant tone. Hergen, who had been collecting samples nearby, rushed over, his eyes widening at the sight of his son. "Finn! What's happening?" But before he could reach his son, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its towering stature and matted black fur sending a shiver down Finn's spine. The creature's eyes glowed with an unearthly crimson light, and its wolf-like snout revealed sharp fangs. "Who—who are you?" Finn stammered, his voice barely audible. The creature stepped closer, its massive paws leaving frosty imprints on the ground. "I am Malgoth, the true ruler of these caves. And you are now under my command."

Hergen, who had been observing the exchange with growing concern, rushed to Finn's side. "Stay away from my son!" he shouted, his voice filled with protective fury. Malgoth's laughter boomed, causing icicles to tremble and fall. "Your son is no longer under your protection, human. He belongs to the fairy realm now."

Finn wanted to flee, to escape this terrifying presence, but before he could move, the creature was upon him, its massive paw pinning him down. A low, sinister chuckle rumbled from its throat, "Welcome to your new reality. You'll find your kind is easily swayed." "What's happening to me?" Finn whispered, his voice now carrying a hint of wonder. Malgoth's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "You've swallowed the fairy, and now you've become one of them. A fairy prince, with all the powers and pleasures that come with it." He stepped closer, his massive claws clicking against the ice. "And I have plans for you, my prince." Finn struggled, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in his throat as the creature's hand moved to his ear, stroking the delicate point with a single claw.

A jolt of pleasure shot through him, so intense it left him breathless. "Ah, I see you've discovered the pleasure of the fairy ears," the creature said, its voice dripping with satisfaction. "So sensitive, so responsive. It's no wonder they are your greatest weakness." Finn's breath coming in short gasps as the creature continued to stroke his ear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "No, I..." Finn began, his voice trailing off into a moan as his body betrayed his words. "Your body speaks the truth," Malgoth whispered, his breath hot against Finn's ear. "You like being touched, caressed by a powerful man. It's a feeling you've never known before, but now it's yours to enjoy." Finn's heart pounded, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body, pooling in his groin. His cock hardened, straining against the tight leather pants, and he couldn't deny the pleasure he was experiencing. Hergen, witnessing his son's transformation and the creature's manipulation, felt a surge of helplessness. He knew he couldn't physically overpower Malgoth, not with those massive claws and imposing stature. But he had to do something, anything, to protect his son. "Stay away from him!" Hergen shouted, his voice echoing off the icy walls. "You won't turn my son into some fairy plaything!" Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, causing the ice to tremble. "Oh, but he's already becoming my plaything, and he's enjoying it. Isn't that right, fairy prince?" Finn's mouth was dry, and he could only nod, his eyes locked on Malgoth's. The creature's words were like a spell, binding him, making him want to submit, to explore this new, forbidden pleasure. "Think about it, Finn," Malgoth whispered, his voice a dark temptation.

"Imagine being cared for by a man, strong and powerful, who can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. It's a feeling you crave, deep within your fairy soul." Finn's hand moved to his cock, stroking it through the leather pants, and he moaned softly. The sensation was incredible, and he couldn't deny the truth in Malgoth's words. He had always felt different, shy and anxious, but now, as a fairy prince, he felt a newfound confidence in his sexuality. "That's it, Finn," Malgoth encouraged, his voice a soft purr. "Pleasure yourself. Think of me, of the power I hold over you, and how it excites you."

Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his mind filled with images of Malgoth, of powerful men, and the forbidden sensations coursing through his body. Malgoth stepped closer, his claws gently caressing Finn's lips. "Imagine your lips around a cock, sucking, pleasing a man. It's what you want, isn't it?" Finn's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself leaning forward, his mouth seeking the creature's fingers. He sucked on them eagerly, his tongue swirling, and he moaned around the digits, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Yes, that's it," Malgoth whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a natural, fairy prince. Embrace your desires, and they will set you free." Finn's hand moved to the waistband of his leather pants, and he pulled them down, his cock springing free, hard and eager. He stroked himself, his hips bucking with each stroke, and he couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips.

"I'm so close," he panted, his eyes locked on Malgoth, who lounged casually on a nearby stone, watching the show with a satisfied smirk. "Do you want to see me cum?" Finn teased, his voice breathless. Malgoth's smirk widened, and he nodded, his eyes never leaving Finn's body. "Go on, fairy prince. Show me how much you've embraced your new nature." Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His body trembled, and he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, his cum painting his stomach and thighs. As he caught his breath, Finn wiped the cum from his body, his hand trembling. He felt a strange urge, a desire to taste himself, to experience the essence of his newfound nature. "Finn, stop!" Hergen shouted, his voice filled with horror as he watched his son's actions. "What has that creature done to you?" But Finn was beyond listening. He teased his father with a playful smile, then brought his hand to his mouth, licking the cum from his fingers. The taste was sweet and salty, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him, awakening a new, insatiable desire. "Ah, the taste of your own seed," Malgoth purred, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. "It seals your transformation, fairy prince.

From now on, you'll crave the taste of cum, especially that of powerful men. It's your new addiction, and it will bind you to me." Finn's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He had become a creature of pleasure, a dark fairy prince, and the untamable desire to suck cocks, to please men, was now his driving force. Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, a dark, triumphant sound. "Your corruption is complete, and your conversion is final. Welcome, my dark fairy prince. You are now a part of my plan, a key to my conquest of the fairy realm." Hergen, witnessing the transformation of his son and the creature's sinister plans, knew he had to act. But before he could make a move, Malgoth raised a massive paw, and a blizzard erupted, filling the cave with swirling snow. When it cleared, Finn was gone, spirited away by the dark creature. Hergen stood alone in the now silent cave, his mind racing. He knew he had to find his son, to help him, but how could he possibly challenge such a powerful and malevolent force?

Hergen couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the door to find Finn on his doorstep, weeks after their harrowing adventure in the glacier caves. The young man had changed, his once-pointed ears now rounded, more human-like, but he exuded a new, captivating presence.

His father's heart swelled with relief and joy. "Son, you're back! You've escaped that creature... but you're different." Hergen's voice trailed off as he took in Finn's transformation. Finn smiled, his eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "I'm free, Father. But the changes... they're not all gone."

Later that evening, Finn and his cousin, Claas, a lively 23-year-old, set off for a frat party. Finn carried a tray of meatballs that were intended as finger food for the party.

As the alcohol flowed and the party's energy peaked, the cousins made their way through the crowd and Claas noticed something peculiar. He caught a glimpse of their reflection in a full-length mirror, but it wasn't their usual selves staring back. Instead, Claas saw the gay fairy prince from the glacier, with his pointed ears and silver armor.

Beside prince Finn standing himself - bare-chested. Confused and startled, Claas grabbed Finn's arm. "What sorcery is this? I see you as that fairy prince, and myself... with no shirt!" Finn's smirk revealed his secret plan.

"Oh, Claas, it's already begun. You see, these meatballs you've been enjoying... they're not just any ordinary meat. They're fairy meat!" As he spoke, a chilling breeze swept through the house. The temperature dropped, and a blizzard erupted within the very heart of the fraternity, encasing everything in a glittering layer of ice and the mirror's surface frosted over. The transformation was not limited to the environment; it affected the fraternity brothers as well. One by one, they underwent a magical change, their bodies becoming slender and graceful, their ears growing pointed, and their tuxedos became sparkling armors. Their eyes widened in wonder and lust as they, too, became gay fairies, their human forms a distant memory.

The new fairies, driven by an instinctual desire, swarmed around Finn, their prince. Claas, overcome with devotion, fell to his knees, his eyes locked on Finn's crotch. "My prince," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration and submission. "I see now that you are the fairy prince, returned to claim your throne. Allow me to serve you." With that, he leaned forward and took Finn's cock into his mouth, his newfound fairy nature driving him to pleasure his newfound prince. The other transformed fraternity brothers joined Claas, their hands and lips caressing Finn's body. Finn's senses were overwhelmed by the touch of so many eager fairies. He felt his cock stiffen further, the pleasure intensifying with each passing moment. The memory of his human life began to fade as the fairies' attentions focused on his pointed ears, sending shivers of delight through his body. "Enough!" Finn cried out, his voice laced with both pleasure and panic. "I... I can't remember... my human life is slipping away." But the fairies did not heed his plea, their hands and mouths working in unison to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. As the last vestiges of his human memories faded, Finn surrendered to the pleasure, his voice now filled with authority and desire. "Yes, my subjects. Serve your horny prince's cock!"

As the party descended into a haze of passion and ecstasy, the fairies, including Finn and Claas, disappeared into the glacier cave, drawn by an unseen force. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, awaited them, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Welcome, my new creations," he purred, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "You are a new fairy race, and your sustenance shall be the essence of powerful men. Their cum will fuel your existence."

The air crackled with anticipation as the new fairy prince, Finn, stood amidst the frozen realm, his presence causing a stir among the fairy subjects, once frat bros. Claas couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as he witnessed Finn's transformation and the adoration it elicited from their fellow fairies. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, seized this opportunity to plant a seed of discord in Claas's mind. "You should be the prince," Malgoth whispered, his breath like a chilling breeze against Claas's ear. "You are older, stronger. Imagine Finn beneath you, helpless, as you claim his body and his power."

Claas couldn't shake the vision of himself as the dominant fairy prince, with Finn as his submissive. The thought of entering Finn's body, claiming him, sent shivers down his spine. He pictured himself thrusting into Finn's willing form, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

As the party continued in the glacier cave, Claas' gaze kept returning to Finn, now surrounded by the former frat boys, all of them gay fairies under his command. The sight of their pleasure-filled faces only intensified Claas' yearning. He wanted to be the one causing Finn's moans, to have that power over the prince. "I could take what's rightfully mine," he whispered, his voice laced with determination. "I could make him submit."

The ancient glaciers, once serene, now echoed with the sinister laughter of Malgoth, the corrupted spirit. His plan was unfolding beautifully, and soon, the fairy realm would be his. He had found the perfect pawn in Finn, the shy human boy who had unwittingly become a fairy prince. "Your destiny awaits, my prince. The human town will fall, and from its ruins, our realm shall flourish!" Finn's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and a newfound lust for power. "The time has come," Malgoth's declared, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "Feed the fairy meat to the young lads in the town, and watch as they succumb to their desires, becoming warriors of our realm." Finn's heart raced. He knew his mission—to corrupt the town's sons, one by one. With each fairy consumed, a new gay fairy would emerge, until every son of this town is under Finn’s command, so that the human town would lose its protectors. Malgoth's laughed, "The humans will lose their precious sons to our corruption, and their town will be ours. An eternal winter awaits them, a fitting grave for their defiance."

The icy wind howled outside, as if in prediction of the impending doom. "I understand, master," Finn replied, his voice steady, laced with a dark promise. "I shall fulfill my role and bring forth the era of the gay fairy realm."

As the blizzard subsided, the new fairy army, led by their dark prince, Finn, disappeared into the night, ready to spread their enchantment over the unsuspecting town and fulfill Malgoth's vision of a icy gay fairy empire.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #straight to gay #mystery #fairy tf

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sincerelystarry · 1 month ago

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( ☆ ) . * i like shiny things . . . but i’d marry you with paper rings !!

f!covey!reader x sejanus plinth — sejanus plinth masterlist

starry's sweets — order #003

ask : “heyy could I have a medium lavender cake with rainbow sprinkles? ^.^” — anon

summary : lucy gray may have been a victor, a songbird, star of the show, but to sejanus, you were everything. since the first time he saw you on that stage with the rest of the covey, providing backing vocals for lucy gray and playing your various instruments, he knew he wanted to marry you.

warnings : suggestiveness throughout but no smut, sexually charged fruit eating, THIS IS CUTE THIS IS ALL HAPPY I FUCKING PROMMY

word count : 2.7k

You’re glowing. You’re fucking glowing on stage and you know it. You were never the star, but you’ve always been okay with being a literal second fiddle to Clerk Carmine, okay with being the harmony to Lucy Gray’s melody. You’re just glad your little family is together again after the Games, that Lucy Gray had returned home.

You strum your banjo, you have a little competition with CC on your fiddles (he’s crowned victorious, determined by how loud the crowd would cheer for each of you), you sing and stomp and twirl around with your tambourine. And then you see him. A Peacekeeper in the crowd of District 12 citizens. He’s standing with his little groups of other Peacekeepers, brown hair shorn close to his head and large puppy-dog eyes that watch you in awe. All his friends are staring at Lucy Gray, of course they would. She’s beautiful, talented, your best friend. But he’s only looking at you.

You swish your skirts and blow him a kiss, winking and earning hollers from the Peacekeepers who clap him on the back as he averts his gaze, blushing madly. Shows have always been special, they’ve always been electric, on stage with your pseudo-family, getting a chance to perform for all of District 12. But knowing he’s watching you makes you feel like you’re flying. Not Lucy Gray, not Barb Azure, but you.

After the show, as the crowd starts to disperse, you search for him. Lucy Gray warned you to not mess with the Capitol boys, but you insisted you’d be safe, so she let you go. You find him easily, still with some of the other Peacekeepers. As you approach, they nudge him and shove him around, clearly teasing him over you.

Before you could get to him, one of the other Peacekeepers approach you first. The one that stood closest to him, with white-blond hair, who asks you, “Where’s Lucy Gray?” You recognize him—Coriolanus Snow, Lucy Gray’s mentor.

You point him in her direction. “Thank you for bringing her home,” you say. He largely ignores your thanks, moving to where you told him Lucy Gray was.

“Sorry about him,” the boy who was staring at you says. “He’s pretty much got a one track mind. I’m Sejanus.” He holds out a hand for you to shake, to which you instead bring your hand up in front of his face, palm down and fingers dropped, looking at him expectantly. Sejanus laughs, taking your hand and pressing a light kiss over your knuckles.

You smile when he gets it, not many people do, and introduce yourself as you re-fluff your skirts and straighten the ribbon that’s holding your corset closed.

“You were wonderful up there,” he says. “I didn’t know one person could play so many instruments.”

“There’s not much else to do,” you shrug, laughing. “I’m too shoddy of a dancer, so singing and strumming’s all I’ve got going for me.”

“I’m sure you can’t be as bad as me,” he tells you. “I’ve got two left feet. You were jumping around up there and spinning so much I was getting dizzy. And you did it in heels.”

“Jumping and spinning are two very different things than dancing, Sejanus.”

“I suppose so,” he cedes. “You are a good singer, though. Lucy Gray is good, but I think your voice really brings the whole thing together.”

“I think you’re sucking up,” you say.

“Maybe. But maybe it’s just because I want you to say yes when I ask you to lunch tomorrow.”

“Is that allowed?” you ask. “I don’t think I’m even supposed to be talking to you right now.”

“Maybe not, but what are they going to do? Make me a Peacekeeper?” He grins at you and you almost melt.

“They could move you to another District,” you point out.

“You’re worth the risk.”

You’re about to respond when Maude Ivory calls your name. “I live in the Seam. Find me some time if you can and maybe I’ll go to lunch with you, Sejanus.”

“Is that a challenge or a promise?”

“Both,” is all you say before you turn to rejoin the Covey, your skirts swishing as you walk off, Sejanus gaze following you until you’re out of sight.

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He does in fact find you nearly a week later, laying under your favourite tree in the Meadow, your back against the grass as you stared up into the clouds, searching for shapes, the sun blinding your eyes. The light is blocked by Sejanus’ head as he stands over you, looking down with an amused smile on his lips.

“Found you,” he says, sitting down besides you, his back leaning against the trunk of the magnolia.

You sit up to look at him properly, straightening out the skirt of your dress and fixing the little ribbon belt around your waist, making sure the bow is symmetrical. “Gonna take me out to lunch now, Sejanus?” you ask.

“Where would I take you?” he asks. “The Hob’s not the most romantic place in the world. No, I’ve got something else.” He lifts up a small basket, setting it between the two of you and opening it. “Not the most luxurious things in the world but I tried my best.”

You pull out a few loaves of pumpkin bread, a rind of some sort of goat cheese, some fresh strawberries, a small glass bottle of lemonade, and a foil-wrapped bar of chocolate. “This is more luxury than I’ve ever had in my entire life,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. “You Capitol boys really don’t know how lucky you are, do you?”

“Some of us do.”

“Are you in this ‘some of us?’” you ask, tearing off a piece of bread.

“I’d like to think so. I know I’m luckier than most people. I wasn’t always Capitol,” he tells you.

“No?” you question between bites of food.

“No. Granted, I was still pretty lucky. District 2. President Ravinstill liked my dad so much that we became Capitolites when the war ended.”

“Huh,” is all you say in response, taking a strawberry and holding it out to him.

You expect him to take it with his hands and laughs when he eats it straight from your fingers, maintaining eye contact with you as he does so, a little flutter happening in your stomach. Is this what Barb Azure told you she felt when she met that girl down the road?

You clear your throat a bit and avert your gaze, taking out the lemonade and taking a sip, handing it over to Sejanus afterwards.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, accepting the bottle.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong,” you assure him, shooting him a smile before looking back up to the sky, continuing to tear off bits of the pumpkin bread to eat.

“What are you looking at?” he asks.

“The clouds. That one looks like a rabbit,” you say, pointing upwards.

He steals some of your bread, trading it for some of the cheese. “I don’t see it.”

“Come on, look, the head’s right there, and the long parts are the ears. And there’s the fat body,” you take his hand in yours to help him point it out. His hand is warm, calloused, most likely from gun training. The feeling of his skin against yours sends shivers down your spine, despite the summer heat.

He laughs at your attempts, taking another strawberry from the basket, holding it out to you this time. “I still don’t see it.”

“Are you blind?” you tease him, turning your head to face him. You eat it from his fingers in the same fashion he did to you, some of the juice dribbing from your lips as you smile at him. You reach for a napkin in the basket but you’re too slow, Sejanus wiping the strawberry juice from your bottom lip with his thumb before sucking the sticky sweetness from his finger.

You force yourself to look away from him again, much to his confusion, but neither of you say anything about the way you avoid his gaze. You’re surprised he doesn’t notice how incredibly red you’ve gotten, doesn’t notice the way you use the bread and cheese to hide your blushing smiles every time he compliments you on something or other.

When most of the bread and cheese is gone—you decided to save some for the rest of the Covey, knowing Maude Ivory would probably appreciate it—and the strawberries were finished, you move to unwrap the bar of milk chocolate.

“How did you even get this? They don’t sell chocolate at the sweets shop,” you ask, breaking the small bar in half, the chocolate partially melted and soft due to sitting in the sun while the two of you ate. “And if they did, it would be expensive, wouldn’t it?”

“My Ma,” he explains, accepting his half of the candy. “She keeps sending me these little care packages of things she’s gotten from the Capitol. I wrote to her, telling her I met a pretty girl here that would probably like some chocolate. She sent some over as quick as she could.”

“You called me pretty to your Ma?” you tease as you let the chocolate melt on your tongue so you could savor the sweetness.

“I’d call you pretty to anyone,” he says, taking a bite out of his own chunk.

“You’re a suck up, Sejanus, you know that?”

“Only for you.”

“The Covey and I are going to the lake in a few days. I think Lucy Gray is bringing that Coriolanus with her. Would you like to be my plus one?” you offer.

“I think I’d like that a lot.”

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During the lake trip, you and Sejanus had run off to pick some blackberries to bring back to eat and sell. As you harvest the fruits, the two of you occasionally popping a few into your mouths, staining your lips and fingers a pinkish-purple, you say to Sejanus, “I know you’re in cahoots with Billy Taupe.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, turning to face you, dropping another handful of berries into your basket.

“Just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I’m not smart, Sejanus,” you say. “Look, we’ve hardly known each other for a week, I’ll admit that, but Billy Taupe is bad news. And not just because we all hate him for what he did to Lucy Gray. I don’t like the Capitol and the Games as much as the next person, but I don’t want to see you getting killed. Watching Lucy Gray in those games was bad enough, she’s like a sister to me. I couldn’t bear to see you hanging from that foul tree.”

“What do you want me to do, then? We can’t let this go on forever.”

“I want you to survive, Sejanus,” you say. “You’ll be done Peacekeeping eventually, you’ll return back to your mansion in the Capitol, won’t you? You’ll be safe there. You can break them down from the inside out.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?” you ask. “I’m eighteen. I’ll be out of the Reaping by next year. They can’t touch me.” It’s a lame lie, both to him and yourself. No matter how old you are, as long as the games exist, you’re not safe.

“And what if I want to stay?”

“Why would you ever want that?”

He doesn’t respond, only smiles and steals a blackberry from the basket, holding it up to your lips. You take it in your mouth, teeth nipping at the tips of his fingers.

“Just— stop messing around with Billy Taupe. That’s a one way ticket to being six feet underground,” you warn him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I will,” he promises. “I’ll stop.”

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Sejanus keeps his promise. He stops working with Billy Taupe, avoids the violence of Billy Taupe’s and Mayfair’s deaths. The unavoidable, uncontrollable parts of your life, such as the disappearance of Lucy Gray, he comforts you through. Even when Coriolanus returns to the Capitol at the end of the month, Sejanus stays with you. He gives you comfort in the form of kisses; on your lips, against your neck, down your chest and stomach.

Years pass. Games are held and victors are crowned and Sejanus has been unofficially disowned by his father at this point, though his mother still writes, sending him care packages of chocolates and baked goods. But the two of you are as happy as you can be together.

You’re happiest when, three years after the two of you had met, Sejanus takes you to the same magnolia tree in the Meadow the two of you had your first date. As he takes a small brass band from his pocket, inlaid with some sparkling stone, he asks you to marry him. You recognize it as Tam Amber’s handiwork and kiss Sejanus with a smile as you accept his proposal.

The wedding is small and quick. The two of you and the rest of the Covey run out to the lake in the dead of night, the ceremony lit by candles as the two of you say quiet vows under the stars. Music had been banned from the Hob when the new Head Peacekeeper took over, but this doesn’t stop you and the Covey from playing music in the little afterparty that occurs. It’s not perfect, not the same without Lucy Gray, but you sing and play and dance like she would’ve wanted you to do.

You and Sejanus twirl each other around in the grass, tripping over each other’s feet and your own. Your wedding cake is a small thing bought from the bakery in the town square. A little dry, but the frosting is sweet, some of it getting on your face as Sejanus taps the tip of your nose with a piece of the cake before feeding it into your mouth.

You don’t have much of a wedding night, a honeymoon is completely out of the picture, but the two of you escape to the Meadow under the moon and stars to spend your nights under that magnolia tree.

On the night of your wedding, early in the morning, well past midnight but before the sun would begin to rise and after the trek back to District 12 had been made, you and Sejanus lay under the stars, tangled up in each other.

“You see that real bright star?” you ask, taking his hand to point at it.

“Yeah,” he answers, voice soft. “Does it make some sort of shape I won’t be able to recognize?”

You laugh at his jab to himself. “No. It’s a planet. They call her Venus, the planet of love.”

“Who’s they?”

“Tam Amber. Some of the other Covey. The people in the old books we’ve still got hidden away,” you prattle off.

“You think that’s our planet?” Sejanus asks, mostly joking.

“Yeah,” you say, completely genuine. “Yeah, I think she is.”

He kisses you unexpectedly, this kiss unlike any others you’ve shared in the past few years. It’s desperate, wanting, hungry. His teeth clash with yours as his tongue pushes past your lips, his hands grasping at your skirts, pulling them up as he ends up on top of you.

“I love you,” he murmurs, voice strained, as if he was holding back from something.

“I love you, too,” you respond easily, sitting up, hand moving up to cup his face. “What’s this all about?”

“You’re my wife now,” he says. “I get to kiss you like this. I get to touch you like this.” He has a death-grip on your thigh.

“You’ve touched me before,” you point out.

“I know,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then down your neck. “But this is different. You’re my wife now. I’m your husband. I’m your fucking husband.” He says it as if he can’t believe he’s married to you.

“I’m just some Covey girl from District 12,” you argue.

“No, no,” he shakes his head as he murmurs your name against your skin. “No, you’re not just some Covey girl. You’re my everything, honey. You’re my Venus.”

“You’re talking nonsense.”

“I don’t care,” he says, pushing you back so you’re lying flat on the grass again. He’s hovering over you, supported by his forearms. “You’re my Venus, honey. You’re my love, my stars, my everything. And I get to be your fucking husband.”

“I love you, Sejanus.”

“I love you, too,” he kisses you deeply. “I love you so damn much.”

a/n: your girl locked the fuck in hellooooo two fics in one day and this one is SO CLOSE to 3k

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lecsainz · 2 years ago

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Kk! So I absolutely loved your last piece about Carlos and the heiress!reader, and I have to agree I really really love those blended fics. Something about them just hits different ya know? And then I saw this post https://www.tumblr.com/monzabee/729167936518012928 and was like god I wish someone still wrote for kimi. And then off I’m scrolling through your blog and I see that ask were apparently you do?? Like holy shit bestie! This is like the greatest day ever! So all of that to say will you please please right something that involves the video from that post?? Pretty please??

MELTING THE ICEMAN

parings: kimi räikkönen x wife!reader

author 🗒️’s: my heart melted writing this, I hope it turned out as you want, love

summary: the one where you see your husband taking care of your son and feel that you couldn’t be happier as you are.

✩. . . masterlist !

Kimi Räikkönen, the Iceman of Formula 1, had always been known for his stoic and unemotional demeanor on the race track. But at home, in the quiet moments, he transformed into a different person entirely. There was a side of him that very few people got to see, a side that was incredibly warm, loving, and tender.

One sunny afternoon, the two of you sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by the soft laughter and gurgles of your 6-month-old son, Jake. Kimi held the baby in his arms, cradling him gently as he made funny faces to elicit the most delightful giggles from your little one.

Kimi leaned down, his lips brushing against Jake's plump, rosy cheeks. "Who's the happiest baby in the world, huh?" he cooed, his Finnish accent making it all the more endearing.

Jake's response was a chorus of delighted baby laughter, a sound that could melt the coldest of hearts. You watched in awe as your husband continued to play with Jake, making silly noises and pretending to nibble on his tiny fingers. It was a side of Kimi that you fell in love with all over again, a side that he reserved for his family.

"Kimi," you whispered, unable to contain your fondness, "you are the best dad in the world."

Kimi looked up from Jake's little face, his azure eyes meeting yours. A small, warm smile graced his lips, a rare sight for the world but a daily occurrence in the privacy of your home. "I learned from the best," he said softly, referring to you.

You couldn't help but blush at the compliment. Kimi's transformation into a devoted father had surprised you, but it had also filled your heart with an indescribable joy. His dedication and love for Jake were unmistakable, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner to share parenthood with.

As the day continued, you both took turns caring for Jake, feeding him, changing his diapers, and watching him drift off to sleep in his crib. Every moment felt like a cherished memory in the making, and you couldn't help but daydream about the future.

When Kimi returned to the living room after putting Jake down for his nap, he found you deep in thought. You looked up at him with a dreamy smile, and he knew you were up to something.

"Darling, what's on your mind?" he asked, settling beside you on the couch.

You took his hand and interlaced your fingers. "Kimi, I was just thinking about how wonderful this is—our little family. I love watching you with Jake, and I can't help but wonder… I want more of these moments. I want more children with you."

Kimi's typically cool exterior cracked, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight. "More children?" he repeated, as if the idea had never occurred to him before. But the spark of warmth in his eyes revealed that he was just as excited by the prospect.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, more children. I want to see you as a father again and again, to have more of these beautiful moments with you."

A slow, genuine smile spread across Kimi's face, and he pulled you into a loving embrace. "I'd love that," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you, and I love our family. Let's make more beautiful memories together."

The two of you sat there, lost in the prospect of a larger, even more joyful family. Kimi held you close, and you knew that your dreams were aligned. It was a beautiful day of laughter, love, and dreams for the future, all in the gentle embrace of your husband and your precious son, Jake. The Iceman had certainly melted, and you couldn't have been happier about it.

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sugar-plum-writer · 1 year ago

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No One Else <3

Tags: Creampie; rough sex; cum-play; size kink; over-stimulation; public sex; whored out; spanking; unprotected sex; manhandling; MDNI (18+!); smut; NSFW + NSFW; Public Sex; humiliation; degradation kink; porn with little plot; fem!reader

A/n: Finally I am back from Hiatus~ my college exams over woo-hoo! enjoy this fic~ feel free to send asks and your ideas for other fics~

Synopsis: What happens when your boss- The Gojo Satrou your boss the CEO sees you fucking the manager instead of him? How could you? aren't secretaries of CEO's meant to seduce the CEO's?

Word count: 2.2k

Gojo

Moans escaped your lips as you sat on your manager's lap; you've always been the pretty obedient secretary everyone loved- hell you were always looked up to by the people around you at work. The perfect "secretary" of CEO Gojo Satoru of the multi-billion dollar company "The Gojo Corporation" just their logo the italic fancy "G" was enough for everyone to bow their heads in respect.

Your boss being the most sought after bachelor- tall, handsome, rich, future head of the Gojo Corporation who could manipulate the global market with a lift of his finger. You liked him who would not? though you never confessed as well- why would he ever look your way when top models, actresses, etc where always around him?

"Who knew you were such a natural huh? CEO Gojo must sure love having his way with you", kissing your neck and whispering in a deep voice- his eyes darkened as he smirked biting your neck and leaving hickeys

"Ah- ", your eyes glossy as you grinded on his bulge trying to earn even a little bit of stimulation- "B- Boss Satoru… hah…he never fucked me till now", you blurted out as you panted

You were fucking your manager- scandalous? yes; if anyone saw you right now? Hell, Gojo will chew you out alive and even fire you for breaking the rules. The only reason you were even taking this risk was because the manager was hot and your brain just had lost it today from stress

As you looked into his eyes as you kissed him- the olive green eyes nearly hypnotized you, he could never beat your boss Gojo's hotness but hey? who can blame you for getting the second-hottest guy to fuck you? especially with how frustrated with work you are these days.

Non-stop meetings, travel from one country to another, prepare your boss Gojo's documents, schedule, deal with his affairs and what not

Gotta Blow off some steam cause working overtime for money is not enough to fulfill your needs

"Is that so? hm-", chuckling darkly he grabbed you by the jaw "Well- a secretary as good as you deserve to be fucked we-"

Before the next words could be uttered the door suddenly opened- making your jaw drop in horror. It was your boss- Gojo Satoru the CEO

His Italian leather shoes shined as usual- was it the new Armani shirt he was wearing? your eyes looked him up and down nervously as you got off your manager's lap. Sharp black suit, his white hair swept back making him look even bossier than before- and the cold look in his azure eyes- made you gulp

You are fucked today, aren't you?

"Oh, sir! This-" your manager tries to speak, his hands shaking as got up from the chair, "Fired"

Without batting his eyes he just walked towards you, hands in his pockets- sharp- intimidating- completely different from how he normally was

The look he was giving you made you shudder- your legs nearly going weak

"Boss- this! I can explain-" Coming to your senses you scrambled to explain

"How annoying", he grabbed you by the jaw tilting your head as he gazed at the hickies your manager had left even more pissed, "Is my secretary this much of a whore? Should have added that to your resume tsk"

"S-Sir!- please- I really"

"Really what? my dear secretary?", his grip tightening on your wrist as he dragged you with him outside. The whole office floor was looking at you two awe-struck about what the hell was going on

Why is the secretary's neck covered in hickies today?

How did the Miss perfect secretary get on Mr. Gojo's bad side?

"Do you wanna be fucked that badly?", with a whisper he chomped down on your neck- teeth grazing your neck- over the hickies the manager had left- blood coating his lips as he looked into your eyes- so possessively it was scary

"G-Gojo- ah! it hurt-", wincing you tried to push him away making him only pin you against the wall biting harder- as if ingraining into your bones on who you belonged to

"Gojo- Sir-!" gasping you cling to him as tears trickled down your eyes, "E-Everyone is- hah look-!" Before any words could be uttered, he kissed you hard with his tongue biting your lips and making you breathless

"Hah so?"

"Taking the risk of getting fired for him is fine? fucking me the man who owns the place is embarrassing? huh", pulling back- a string of saliva connected you both; he brought his knee up and grinded against your cunt. The expensive suit probably worth more than your months of salary combined covered in your slick.

"Ah-" you gasped as the sudden wave of pleasure hit you- "Gojo!" eyes wide you dug your nails into his back- your poor cunt was ruthlessly being abused by him right now

"Please- Merc-y! ah-", you squirmed pathetically but he just got even harsher

"Shall we show them all, how much of a whore you are? hm? The oh-so-perfect secretary is a hidden slut?", he whispered darkly sending goosebumps down your spine

It was pathetic how even in such a situation your cunt just kept getting wetter- your slick covered his pants as his knee continued to grind against your pussy. All sloppily and puffy asking for mercy as it dripped in front of the whole office.

"I-I am not a Slu-! ah!" you moaned again as you squirmed, "Then what are you getting even wetter for huh?", smirking he leaned in, "You wanna cum so bad? Shall I make you cum my dear secretary?"

"W-What? G-Gojo please…'tis too m-mu-" Before another word could be said his grinding got even harsher, "Ah- ahh-" gasping you arch your back cumming all over his pants- juices all gushing out dripping all over the pristine floor

"hah- ah..." you panted your brain hazily- hell your legs were still shaking from the intense orgasm- "Gojo…Sir..", you gazed up at him with your glassy eyes

"Fuck…" he whispered under his breath

"Guess I really should have fucked you before huh?", removing his tie he dropped it on the floor while simultaneously he removed his coat- god- he wanted to fuck you till he owned you- the way you were looking at him was better than all imaginations he conjured up while he jerked off thinking of you

"Y-Your heard everything? i-inside?", hearing his words made your eyes widen- goosebumps spreading across your skin after all how long was he standing? how did he know? so many questions swirled your already hazy brain

"I did", with a smirk he spoke, his voice strained by how much he was holding himself back from his ramming his dick into you

"A good secretary deserves to be fucked well right?", with a dark animalistic gaze he leaned in as he whispered- his deep voice enough to make you lose your mind; god have mercy

You don't know why but the way he said it made the walls of your cunt clench tight oozing with desire- You might at this point give in to being fucked in front of the whole office

"Mr.Gojo should have had his way long ago huh? How much of a natural you are", he continued to whisper as his hands went to your clitoris stroking it and making you moan even harder as you held onto him

"Ah-", your brain already felt hazy from the previous intense orgasm, "'toru- please..please..I wanna cum! Please!", the pleasure again was making your brain numb- the whispers, his hand on your clit, stroking it- teasing you while you gasped and moaned in front of the whole office

"I don't think so- after all which good secretary goes and fucks her manager instead of her boss huh?", he smacked your cunt- making it even more puffy as pre-cum dripped out of you

"N-No…Ah! I mean-", whining your grip on him tightened even more- tears spilled out- the pleasure was too good, and at this point, you did not care he was fucking you in front of the whole office

"You keep forgetting whose paycheck you are on dear- what about him even made you think he could give it to you better huh?", pissed he pinched your clitoris making you mewl and cum instantly

It was too much- he was too mean- the pleasure was too much- you were nothing but a mess right now- cum dripping all over, tear-stained face- voice cracked from all the moaning- you wanted to save your poor cunt from more abuse- but it felt so good

He looked so hot hell just when you thought he could not get hotter he just did

The carnal gaze, his icy cold blue eyes looking into yours, tie and coat on the floor, shirt unbuttoned, his hair slight bit messy- while he made you cum again and again- his deep voice- you were melting under him all the while the employees just stood stunned

"If you had seduced me like a good secretary does- you would not be like this you know?", smirking he sat down on the couch kept in the center of the office floor; all the eyes still on you two, "It's time you really show the skills you got darling"

Mind hypnotized by the sheer desire you were feeling right now- you literally crawled to him- legs shaking from the previous orgasms as you looked up at him- embarrassed, shameful, literally you felt so humiliated right now you could die but hey? even god won't blame you right? he was so- hypnotic it's like he just knew how to have his way

"Y-Yes Sir...", pushing your hair aside he brought your face close to his dick, "I don't think I need to tell you want to do?"

"No sir...", hazily you started sucking on his dick dragging your tongue from the base to the tip- he was so big; you knew he was big but this big? the veins on his dick pulsing as his hand gripped the back of your head

"Fuck..", he tossed his head back, "-should have done this long back"

You kept sucking, pre-cum dribbling down your chin as you kept going- tongue swirling around the tip

"Shit- Fuck-" , without a warning he rammed his dick deep into your mouth- deep throating you as he buried your face into his crotch

"G-Gojo- ah!", chocking on his dick tears trickled down your eyes from pleasure. His cum dripped out of your mouth, your face covered in cum as you gazed up at him. Next thing you knew he pulled you onto his lap and rammed his dick into your pouty sloppy and pathetic cunt- he was too big- your poor hole had to work overtime to adjust to his length with how big he was

"'toru..", you looked at him in the eyes with the last bit of rationality gone. You really had lost it today- how will you ever face the office from here on out? secretary letting her boss fuck her in the middle of the office floor and even sucking his dick for him? That too the CEO Gojo Satoru of the "Gojo Corporation" quite the headline for the morning news- the list goes on as you imagined the headlines

"Dragged from fucking manager to boss!"

"What's the relationship between Mr. Gojo and his secretary?"

"Did Mr. Gojo pay her? How much money was involved?"

"Secret revealed! learn to suck Dick from Mr. Gojo's secretary! Exclusive interview from sugar daddy website editor!"

...

Smirking he started stroking your clit again rubbing your clitoris- fingers moving in circles teasing you so much you could hit him- too bad your whole body was shaking right now. The smirk that always made your heart flutter, was making your heart flutter even now; though you tried to bury the feelings it never worked and certainly not right now

"You really are quite the piece of work~ huh dear secretary?", he whispered as he continued to jerk you off while his dick kept ramming into you, "'toru! ah! 'tis too much...I can't!...I really can't!", digging your nails onto his back you continued to moan

"You can, you are a good secretary of mine aren't you? be a good girl and cum", increasing his pace he stretched your folds making you curl your toes from pleasure and intensity your vision went white for a minute you though you could see the gates of heaven

"I-'m cumming!...ah! 'toru!" burying your face of the crook of his neck you came again at this point you had no idea how many times you came- all you knew was just pleasure in your hazy mind as you knocked yourself out exhausted

Little did you know Gojo in the mean time you were asleep on his lap- continued to make the employees work unbothered of everything that happened as he carried you in his arms- all security footage and everything was over-ridden and edited- you were all his after all- and only he get's to have his way like this with you

As for your Manager may lord have mercy on him, how dare he think he could lay his hands on you?

"Just say the word and it's yours after all- there is nothing I Gojo Satoru cannot do all you gotta do you open your mouth darling~"

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simons-simp · 4 months ago

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Hook, Line & Sinker | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Fisherman!Ghost, slowburn, afab reader

Part 1 | Next

You had come here to cleanse your mind. The salty air wafted over you as you climbed over the sandy dune, your feet sliding down in the sand. It took you double the effort to climb up the small sandy hill, but when you finally made it, you had to stop in awe. In front of you, the expanse of the ocean: white and blue. It was a deep shade of blue, deeper than usual, and right at the horizon, you could make a thin line of something more azure than blue.

The beach was deserted, spanning on for kilometres, more than your eye could see. A few fishermen here and there, walked with their poles, trying to get lucky. Your eyes counted how many there were, two to your right, and one down the distance, one on your left. You wondered what kind of fish they usually caught around here.

Carefully, you began to make your way down to the beach, trying not to fall. It was high tide and the ocean was already close to the dunes, leaving only maybe a few metres between you and it.

You knew the water would be cold, but you decided to roll your jeans up anyways, and slide your shoes off, wanting to at least feel the water. You approached the ocean cautiously, watching as different sized waves came crashing onto the sand, leaving trails of foam in its wake. Before you knew it, a large wave crashed right next to you and you found yourself squealing as you felt the cold water rush over your calves and almost up to your knees, a lot higher than you had been expecting. You quickly retreated back to the dry sand, dry sand sticking to them. You trudged back up the dunes, looking down at the numerous seashells and stones that kaleidoscoped the beach beneath you. Maybe you could sit here for a while, just watching the ocean. You slowly scrambled your way up, the sand sliding softly under your feet.

You found a comfortable looking spot, amidst the long grass bending over from the cold wind, and looked out at the ocean, satisfied. Your eye was caught by one of the fishermen, not too far away. It was bright, and you couldn't make out many details, but you could tell he was of a considerable size, broad shoulders under a tight fitting black fleece. You watched as he pulled his rod back, and with a strong motion, cast it back into the ocean. The line disappeared over the white waves and your attention stayed on him. You didn't know why, but you couldn't take your eyes off him. You felt a bit weird staring, but the safety of the dunes, height and distance wise, emboldened you as you kept looking. Besides, he was facing the other way.

You watched as he kept moving down the beach, coming closer to you, always focused on casting and recasting his fishing line out. You weren’t sure if he had noticed you or not, but as he was almost directly in front of you, just lower down and a few metres away. His face was turned towards the long expanse of the beach. Blushing, you looked away. You were sure you were in his peripheral now. You didn’t know if he was looking at you or not, but you decided to play it safe by focusing on the waves in the distance to your right. Then, before you knew what happened, a violent gust of wind blew your hat right off your head. A squeal left your mouth as your hands went to your hair but it was too late. Your hat was flying down the dune, and was being whipped around wildly. In one swift movement, you saw him catch it, and a mix of relief and nerves suddenly filled your stomach. He held the hat in his hand, examining it, before looking up at you, up in the dunes. You stared back blankly, a little stupefied, before coming to your senses and standing up from your spot in the damp sand. Carefully, you made your way down the dune, anxiety rolling around inside of you like the turbulent water in the waves. What if he mistook the staring as you being interested in him? You approached him, trying to keep your pace casual and even. He held the hat, unmoving, his eyes trained on you. The bottom half of his face was covered from the wind with a neck gaiter, tucked into the black fleece, which only made his stare more intense.

“Erm, thank you…” you said as you reached out to grab the hat from his gloved hands. He said nothing in response.

“S’alright” he finally said after what felt like too long of a pause. You thought you could hear a British accent. You raked your brain for something to say. Maybe he wanted for you to just leave now, and that could explain the uncomfortable silence.

“Catch anything good?” you asked, looking at the bag on his hip, where you assumed he kept the fish he was catching. He continued to stare at you. In the bright light reflecting on the ocean and sand, you could see his eyes were a deep shade of golden browns.

“Not yet.” You barely heard over the crashing of a wave right behind him. “But I feel like I’m’bout to.” He added at the end, his eyes never leaving your face. You laughed, unsure as to whether he was making a joke or simply talking from fisherman’s instinct. Another gust of wind threatened to steal the hat in your hands and you gripped onto it more tightly. Right then…

With a small nod towards him you took a step backwards and started to turn back. You made your way back to the break in the dunes where a small forest path lay a little further along, to take you back home.

Once you breached the dune you looked back, a weird feeling creeping up your neck. What if he watched where you crossed over and followed you down the little trail home? You nervously watched the top of the dune, half expecting to see a large figure rising up from behind it. But why would he follow you home? And how long would you stand there, waiting for nothing to happen? So you shook your head and turned back to the path, trying to get him out of your mind.

Part 2

#cod #simon ghost riley #fisherman!simon #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty

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chmpgneprblem · 2 years ago

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Lucy Gray and reader singing together, please?

INVISIBLE STRING ; LUCY GRAY BAIRD

pairing: lucy gray baird x covey!reader (not related) summary: lucy gray pitches a song to you, you don’t seem to realize what it’s about until you sing it with her on stage warnings: reader being oblivious (and jealous), mentioned that reader is fem a/n: i did change a lot of the lyrics but it's to fit the plot!! word count: 1.0k join taglist!!

Lucy Gray proposed a new song to you. “It’s kind of lovey-dovey… but I think we should play it tomorrow at the Hob.” She was nervous, only looking at you for a quick second before staring at her feet the rest of the time. What could she be so nervous about? “Well play it for me!” You beamed at her and shoved her shoulder. She grabbed her guitar from beside her and started to play for you.

The melodic notes that came out of the guitar awed you as she played. Her sweet voice blended well with background noises of the guitar, it had you mesmerized.

And isn’t it just so pretty to think? All along there was some invisible string, tying you to me.

You recognized the saying from something Maude Ivory had told you once. She had brought it up while they watched a couple dance as Lucy Gray sang. “It’s this belief I read about. It’s a string tying soulmates together, it means that the universe wants you to be together. Almost like it’s written in the stars.”

As Lucy Gray sang to you, you couldn’t help but wonder who she was singing about. “It’s probably about that peacekeeper friend of hers…” You got a stab in your ribs but from what? Jealousy? Maybe. You hadn’t thought of it before but as she was nearing the end of the song, the pain got worse.

She sang the last chorus, her voice still smooth as she sang the same lyrics; this time with a key change on the guitar. She sang oohs and ahhs while she continued to play the relaxing melody. She ended the song with a nervous smile on her face.

She began to ask you shyly, “So what do you-” You cut her off, “It’s amazing Lucy Gray, we should get the others together, so we can practice it.” You told with a smile, despite the feeling of jealousy deep within you. She blushed at your praise as she muttered a quiet, “Thanks,” You left her with a smile as you went to gather the rest of the Covey.

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire. Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

You were jealous. What did he have that you didn’t? You loved Lucy Gray, you had loved her since you first met her in the hob years ago. You just didn’t know if she felt the same.

Just like every night, you and the Covey played at the Hob. But this night was different, they were playing a new song.

You and the rest of the Covey got onto the stage. Lucy Gray strutted up to the mic with an excited smile. She turned to you to give a nod, a way of telling you it was time to start. You passed the nod onto the rest of the Covey. Maude Ivory gave a thumbs up to you then looked over to Lucy Gray with a knowing smile. What were they planning?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Lucy Gray’s voice. “Hello everybody, It’s so great to see you!” She spoke to them with her usual charm.

As she spoke to the crowd, you scanned around. That peacekeeper boy wasn’t here. Guess he won’t get to hear her song.

“Tonight we’re gonna start with a new one, I call it ‘invisible string’” She told the crowd, grabbing a tambourine while Tam Amber started playing the banjo. You joined in a little after he did on the guitar, Barb Azure playing her fiddle not long after you.

Black was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the local bar you used to work at to make a little money.

The lyrics sounded familiar. You looked around at the rest of the Covey to see them with grinning faces. Was this song about you? Surely not, so you just pushed it to the side as you continued to play guitar along with her.

And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me.

Lucy Gray sang the chorus, turning to you with a smile as you harmonized together; you were doing a slightly higher pitch than her. You smiled back, as if nobody else was there but her.

Pure was the snow in the song in the bar when you had first met me.

She turned back to the crowd as she sang the second verse. It was about you. You get brought back to that day from the mention of it.

You had walked in to do your usual bartending shift, not expecting much entertainment but were pleasantly surprised to see a band playing. The main singer, Lucy Gray, was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. She seemed to be smiling at someone in the crowd as she sang. She turned as she continued to sing and saw you standing there, in awe from her voice and beauty.

A string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar. Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire.

You looked at her, and suddenly you were that same awestruck girl from back when you were just a bartender at the Hob. She looked back at you with loving eyes, you thought your knees were going to buckle, but you stood up straighter.

As the final chorus came up, Lucy Gray put down the tambourine to start snapping her fingers to the beat as she sang with you.

And isn’t it just so pretty to think? All along there was some invisible string, tying you to me.

You changed the key on your guitar as you two started to sing the same oohs and ahhs she had sung to you just the night before. Her voice was as smooth as honey while your higher and slightly gravelly voice harmonized with hers. Your opposite tones mixed perfectly together.

Your spirits matched with your voices, made for one another. You left the Hob that night with Lucy Gray on your arm knowing that you two really were written in the stars.

#lucy gray baird x fem!reader #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #rachel zegler x reader #rachel zegler #lucy gray baird #thg #the hunger games fanfic #asks

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violetjedisylveon · 3 months ago

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Your accidental asshole au is so interesting! Do you think shadowpeach actually mention that they are both avoiding each other for the sake of their mate and not their own feelings before Azure rolls up to wreck their house a second time, or are they still circling around it by that point?

Also, you tagged the first post Accident Asshole AU and the second as Accidental Asshole AU, so they don't show up together. (I only just stumbled on your blog so if you don't generally tag your AUs consistently feel free to ignore this)

Thanks for catching that, I do consistently tag my aus so that's pretty important to have correct lol

I'm glad you're enjoying this au so much.

By the time Azure shows up to wreck shit again, they have talked things through mostly, they are communicating (a miracle I know). Their biggest problem is that they haven't worked on their issues with themselves quite yet, so they are both still blaming themselves for everything that went wrong.

So yes, both.

Azure showing up to pull the same shit different century doesn't have the intended effect of driving them apart again, because the moment Azure insults one of them, the other is immediately like "aw hell no that shit was my fault", then they start going back and forth about who's fault it actually is.

Azure's counting on them not having changed very much since he last saw them, jokes on him they changed a lot, and it's because of his scheming to break them up. He's still talking shit about how bad of a mate Macaque was, but Macaque agrees with him while Wukong is winding up a punch.

He needs a new scheme to break them up or at least fragment them ASAP.

Thanks for asking!

#lego monkie kid #lmk #shadowpeach #Accidental Asshole AU #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach au #lmk six eared macaque #lmk wukong #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach lmk #lmk azure lion #lmk au #lmk aus #monkie kid #VJS AU:P #VJS Answers:P #VJS

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Drabble Roulette: Please, don't touch the art

For this round, drabbles are written based on a random choice of character and image from this pinterest board. Pls feel free to keep adding to it.

Character: Nick Fowler

Prompt

Warnings: this drabble includes elements such as stalking. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

One might think you simple if they could see inside your brain. If they could feel the sheer awe that sweeps over you, consuming you with each little detail, stirring your stomach into maelstrom of emotion. Your first time abroad is as much a fantasy as a privilege. Too wonderful to be real.

But it is. It’s all so real. It still hasn’t sunk in. Three days amid the ancient streets of a far-off land is not nearly long enough to convince you.

You look up at the vaulted ceilings as you stop short. You mouth hangs open and you fix it only as you notice someone watching you. You give a sheepish smile and put your chin down. You try to seem casual as you near the painting behind the velvet rope.

It will never feel normal to be in a place like this. Not for you. Your eyes stray from the art to the other patrons amid the low murmur. There’s a layer of deference in the air, a recognition of the layers of centuries old pigment and millenia tinged stone.

You feel underdressed against the simple but sophisticated black attire of the art snobs. They belong in their thick-framed glasses and statement jewelry. The men in their collars and ties, their pressed jackets, and leather loafers are almost apathetic to the sanctity all around them.

As you put your attention back to the Italian artist’s brush strokes, a shadow approaches from your left. You shift to allow them a fair view of the painting. They come shoulder to shoulder with you, their sleeve grazing your corduroy jacket.

“Beautiful,” he says. You resist the urge to look over at him.

“Very,” you agree as you consider the difference between the azure and cyan shades. You imagine them being mixed on a board with yolk under a dusty Tuscan sun.

He’s quiet as he stands in the lull. He clicks his tongue, “I didn’t mean the art.”

It takes a moment to understand. When you catch his meaning, you turn to reply, a babble that fizzles into nothing. He’s gone.

You flinch and look around. There’s no hint of the stranger, not that you could pick him out. You frown and blow out between your lips, once more facing the painting. Are you dreaming again?

🖼

You sit on patio, parallel to the narrow walkway of the stony streets. You sip espresso from a small cup, hints of cinnamon and almond woven into the bitter taste. The warmth of the beverage adds to the beads of sweat drawn out by the afternoon sun.

You set the cup down and pull your book closer. You’ve only flipped through a few pages so far. You just don’t have the mind for imagining when all around you is like a fairytale. You let it close and tap your fingers on the curling cover.

The iron chair across from you scrapes on the ground and you sputter as a stranger promptly claims it. The man sits with his shoulders wide, legs open, and hands firmly on his thighs. He grins as you look at him with confusion.

“Hello?” You utter.

He smirks and scoffs in amusement, “hi.”

You blink and wait for him to say more. Does he speak English? You look around then back to him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak--”

“You traveling alone?” He wonders.

You snap your mouth shut and sit back. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Why is he asking?

“Waiting for a friend,” you lie.

His eyes flick up and down. You adjust the sheer scarf around your shoulders and hook one leg over the other. You move your wrist and peek down at your watch.

“Ah, been waiting a while,” he muses.

You don’t know how to answer. You pull your purse into your lap and stiffen, “so I have. I should call them.”

“They didn’t come to the museum either.”

You keep from standing up and flutter your lashes, “you’re following me.”

“Checking in,” he stands and waves away a server as they approach, “making sure someone worse isn’t watching.”

“Wha--”

He’s already walking away. You shiver and stare after him, heart racing. Have been so oblivious that you didn’t even notice him? Hard to miss a man like that with his piercing blue eyes and sculpted features. Worse to think that you would be easier to miss.

#nick fowler #the 355 #drabble #dark nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #drabble roulette

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star-centric · 10 months ago

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Holly (Domestic Happiness) || Chuuya

MEANING: Holly represents the modern-day symbols of happiness, peace, and optimism at home. As the last birth flower of the year, it blends positivity of the festive holiday season with hope for the new year approaching.

A/N: I love picturing Chuuya’s domestic life, he deserves all the happiness in life 🧡 Reader is gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

It wasn’t often that you would wake up next to Chuuya.

The differing hours between your occupations made it a bit difficult- his position as an Executive made him work odd hours while your regular office job had you gone from sunrise to sunset. You still made time to see one another in other ways, but it was hard to find yourselves next to one another when sleep called.

When you felt something warm stir beside you, you were surprised to find that it was your husband, soundly asleep. He looked so peaceful, ginger locks spilling onto the pillow below. You were both jealous and amazed at how he looked so beautiful without even trying.

When was the last time you saw him like this? It had to be during your honeymoon, right? That was months ago, and seeing him like this now had you reliving the moment all over again.

It was a small ceremony, some of your close family and friends at a venue far from Yokohama. Seeing him become so awed as you walked down the aisle, seeing the tips of his ears burn bright as he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. You remember how much your cheeks were hurting that day from saying I do all the way to the reception and more.

“What’s got you smilin’ so hard?”

Chuuya roused from under the sheets, voice raspy and filled with sleep. “Must be good if it got you up like this.”

“It is.” You chuckled, tangling your legs with his. Chuuya shot you the same tender look as when he first said I love you at the sound. His azure eyes softened, pulling you towards him.

“Mind telling me what’s it about?” He wrapped his arms across your waist, rolling on top of you and burying his face into the nape of your neck, pressing kisses against it. It left you tickled, laughing as you weakly attempted to push him away.

Being married hasn’t changed anything in your relationship- you still had the same playfulness like you did in the early stages. The only thing that changed was the promise of forever, which you could do with Chuuya.

“I’m surprised to see you off today.” You gave him a quick peck in the midst of his “attack.” “Do I get to have you to myself all day?”

“Not all day unfortunately, I gotta see the boss around nine.” Chuuya sighed, getting off of you but still keeping you in his arms.

“This morning?”

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t take long. I’ll take you to that cafe you’ve been wanting to try once I’m done.”

You slept in since today you were off, so if your husband was still here…

“Um, Chuuya-“ a quick glance at your phone on the nightstand proved your thoughts right. “It’s 10:30.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Chuuya shoot out the bed like he did, covers and pillows being flung to the floor. He snatched up his own phone, cursing at the missed calls and texts. He groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. It was funny to see him stressed like this since he was always so composed- you held in your laugh while you got up too, chills shooting through body as your feet touched the floor.

“I’ll make you some quick breakfast- just go get ready.”

It was stereotypical, sending him out the door with his meal in hand and a kiss (even if one kiss turned to two, then to three- he could never get enough).

But seeing the adoration in his eyes match the same shine as your wedding ring made it more than worth it.

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cho-aaacho · 1 year ago

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—Sweet Pea

Masterlist

Imagine.pt.2

What does he smell like? Is it like the delicate sweetness of blooming flowers? or does it have the sweet lingers of a masculine scent? This question waltzes freely in your cubicle mind each time Gojo glides past your desk.

Because.

Every time he gets into the classroom, Gojo has a different smell, unveiling a mysterious aroma to your nostrils. Perhaps due to the variety of cologne he uses. Who knows? He's a rich boy. He can afford them all.

He consistently used the same cologne, a masculine aroma that surprisingly embraced a sweet and calming aura suited to him.

However, when you accidentally say, "Gojo-kun... I had no idea you used the same cologne as my ex-boyfriend,"

Everything seems to be upside down.

He mused at your question, trying to find clues about why you were thinking that way.

As his sweet azure eyes gaze at you, he locks you into his own realm.

A gentle smile curls on his lips as he comes back to reality. "What do you think I should use? I don't want to have the same smell as your ex-boyfriend! That's awful."

You playfully giggled and suggested, "Perhaps something sweet, like the fragrance of flowers? and fruits? I love those."

Following that day, his scent consistently carried a different aroma.

Sometimes he showered himself with a sweet aroma, just like your favorite chocolate candy. On another day, he smells like the refreshing citrus notes of your shampoo. Just yesterday, he used the scent of freshly picked strawberries, akin to the scent of your soap.

Morning after morning, he is more obvious, and it makes you crazy. How is it possible that he shares the same scent as you? Is this some sort of playful tease? Revenge for your questions from the other days?

But why does he do that? No one knows.

At that time, you found yourself musing in the classroom, patiently waiting for the rain to stop. But after an hour, the raindrops showed no signs of relenting. The heaviness of the rain made you bored.

The afternoon breeze gently entered the classroom. Weaving a trail of coolness that sent a desperate feeling down your spine. It's so freezing, to be honest, and you forgot to bring your jacket from home.

But...

A voice, both amusing and teaseful, disrupted your own realm. "Oh... my... my... you still stuck on your PSP and ignoring how freezing the classroom is?"

"Oh, Gojo-kun? I didn't notice you were here."

"No, I was here 12 minutes ago, but you didn't notice because you were too stuck with your silly PSP."

He walked away from the window and approached you. As he came closer and closer, you could feel his radiant smile enveloping you. He's so gleaming.

As he got closer, he commented on how badly you were playing the game. He also commented on how pale you are because of the rain and was concerned about you.

Then he took off his jacket and said something funny. "You will be surprised."

He leaned closer and covered your body with his jacket, letting you drown in his warmth. Sharing his smell with you. Sharing his love with you. Letting you savor his jacket. Embracing you with his gentle arms. He was so close, and you couldn't even have the time to tell him to move.

Oh... it was so overwhelming. You've never seen him be this affectionate. He never hugged you like this before. He never says sweet, loving words to your ear.

As he gently wrapped himself around you and sealed you with a gentle hug, you could feel his breath against your neck, hear his sweet voice caressing your ear, and feel his touch on your shoulder.

This time, he is using the sweet linger of sweet pea cologne. You know it because you are using the same scent as him.

But this time, you're sure it wasn't accidental; he did that on purpose.

"Umm..."

"Sweet pea," he whispered, a playful wink accompanying his words. "Same as yours, isn't it?"

A puzzled inquiry escaped your lips: "How did you know?"

"I'm a detective. You know, I always wanted to smell exactly like you. That's why I'm using that cologne. But it turns out I chose the same cologne as your ex-boyfriend. What a shame. I wasn't aware because the other day you had those items, so I thought it was yours..."

You shyly touch his nose with your fingertips and giggle. "Oh, Gojo-kun, you're so funny."

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo saroru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo

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dan-the-womans-blog · 1 year ago

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Title: Beneath the Sea's Gaze

(Aonung x Reader)

The azure waters of Pandora shimmered in the early morning light, casting a tranquil glow across the Awa'atlu village. The Metkayina clan was beginning their day, and you, a human living among the Na'vi, felt the usual mix of awe and gratitude as you watched the Na'vi go about their lives. You had been living with the Metkayina for a year now, learning their ways, their language, and finding a new home among them.

Your presence in the village had initially been met with curiosity and a bit of skepticism, particularly from Aonung, the clan leader's son. Tall and proud, Aonung often looked at you with a mix of intrigue and something else you couldn’t quite identify. Over time, however, the walls between you had slowly crumbled. It wasn’t easy, and there were still moments of tension, but Aonung had become one of your closest friends.

Today was special. The clan was preparing for a significant ceremony, and you were eager to contribute. You had been working with Tsireya, Aonung’s sister, to weave intricate decorations. She was patient and kind, guiding your clumsy fingers as you tried to mimic her delicate movements.

"You’re getting better," Tsireya said, her bright eyes sparkling as she inspected your handiwork.

You smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks to you."

Aonung approached, his presence commanding immediate attention. His gaze settled on you, and for a moment, you felt the now-familiar flutter in your chest. "Y/N, you’ve been busy," he remarked, his tone somewhere between admiration and teasing.

"I’m trying to help," you replied, a little defensively.

Aonung’s lips curved into a smile. "And you are. Come, I want to show you something."

Curiosity piqued, you followed Aonung to the edge of the village, where the ocean stretched endlessly before you. The sun was higher now, casting shimmering patterns on the water's surface. Aonung dove in smoothly, and you followed, your human-made breathing apparatus allowing you to keep up with the Metkayina underwater.

The world beneath the waves was a symphony of colors and life. Schools of vibrant fish darted around you, and the coral structures were more magnificent than any human architecture. Aonung led you deeper until you reached a secluded underwater cavern. Air pockets allowed for brief moments of communication without your apparatus.

Aonung’s eyes were serious as he regarded you. "This place is special. It’s where I come to think."

You nodded, understanding the significance of what he was sharing with you. "Thank you for bringing me here."

Aonung hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you, Y/N."

You waited, heart pounding. The intimacy of the moment, the closeness of the space, and the gentle ripple of the water around you all amplified the tension.

"I didn’t understand you at first," Aonung confessed. "You are so different from us, yet you have a strength that I admire. I’ve come to respect you deeply. And… I think I’ve come to care for you more than I expected."

Your breath caught in your throat. Aonung’s words resonated deeply, echoing the feelings you had been wrestling with yourself. "Aonung, I… I feel the same way. You’ve shown me so much, and I’ve grown to care for you too."

Aonung’s face softened with a relief that made your heart soar. He reached out, taking your hand in his. "Then let’s see where this path takes us, together."

You nodded, squeezing his hand gently. In that moment, the differences between your worlds seemed to melt away, leaving only the connection that had grown between you. The ocean around you seemed to pulse with approval, as if Eywa herself was blessing your bond.

Back in the village, the ceremony was in full swing, but you and Aonung had your own private celebration beneath the waves. The future was uncertain, but you knew that as long as you faced it together, you could overcome any challenge.

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berrypass-de-murdler · 3 months ago

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The Case of the Cover-Up

After longer than anticipated, the 'special' is out. It is SLIGHTLY longer than a regular episode. Enjoy!!

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DON'T READ THE EPISO- Actually this one isn't really too much of "spoilers", it just reveals the hidden message in the game.

Once upon a time, a glorious three-foot man called Logico was roaming the streets of Central.

LOGICO: That is not once upon a time. That is right now! Fuck you, narration. Literally no one likes narration. I-

After his little hissy fit, Logico is stopped by a voice. It must be a very powerful voice.

VOICE: PSST. LIL’ FELLA. LOGICO: I have a clean record when it comes to murder, but that may change if someone calls me “little fella” one more time. What do YOU want, Mr. Sea? VOICE: HEY. That ain’t my name. LOGICO: Prove it. VOICE: UHM well no. Look…

The figure was, what do you expect? A cloaked silhouette hiding in the alleyway.

VOICE: Remember SPY? LOGICO: Yes, I remember SPY. Wait… who are you? VOICE: There’s been… a murder. LOGICO: And? VOICE: An agent was killed. LOGICO: I solve a murder literally every day. You could have just told me over the phone. VOICE: WAIT-

They try to stop him, but can’t step into the light or they’ll reveal their identity. Logico has already run off.

VOICE: Dammit.

Logico gets to the Detective Club, when he realizes he doesn’t know who the suspects are. When conveniently enough, they’re all there waiting for him!

MAUVE: Hey heyy! LOGICO: The convenience of this alone is unsettling. OBSIDIAN: What? Is it concerning that we all decided to show up at your door for a crime scene, knowing one of us would be caught?

Silverton the Legend is also there, thrusting his head around to let people know how much glitter his hair contains. And Major Red is less than a welcome sight.

RED: Do this QUICK, Detective… or else.

Logico is thrown for a loop - the suspects are here, but he has no clue to where the murder took place, what was used… or if it even happened!

LOGICO: Excuse me a moment.

He runs back to the alley and sure enough, the figure is still there.

LOGICO: YOU LIED TO ME! VOICE: JESUS!! What do you need? LOGICO: Prove that there even was a murder! VOICE: Fine. I’ll tell you…

The figure explains that the suspects were in vastly different locations, but all had their sights on the same SPY agent. They kept fighting over who got to do the deed… but eventually one succeeded.

So Logico has to do something lame… travel. He goes to the Institute to say goodbye to Irratino, but the boy happens to be in the bathroom.

AZURE: I’ll tell him you love him! LOGICO: YOU WILL NOT!

The villains chill in the Club, while Logico heads to the first suspicious location - Obsidian’s manor. (It is the closest by.) The usual residents are about - Saffron waves a hearty hello, and that AWFUL Lord Lavender creeps around the property. Of course, Obsidian had to have been here - where else could she be?

SAFFRON: I saw Obsidian talking to weird people on the phone, and then she just LEFT.

Gico gets those notes down, then has to suck it up and travel for real. He might as well head first to the farthest destination on the list… Drakonia. The entire country. How is he supposed to find out where the murder took place, if it took place here at all??

LOGICO: Never mind, Drakonia is for last.

He instead heads to New Aegis. It’s a sad sight, everything is in ruin. But the residents are trying to build things back up. Mysteriously, there is blood in the sand, but no body. Perhaps it was from a work injury. But is anything ever from a work injury?

He can’t announce it as the proper location - yet. The next stop is something horrible… the Island of Bad Dreams. It is Logico’s least favorite place in the entire world, and that’s really saying something.

When he steps onto the island, he wants to cry. He is all alone, aside from Admiral Navy who is waiting for him on the boat.

As he wanders amongst the fog, he feels like something’s different about this murder. Something just isn’t right. But he can’t pinpoint what it is. It’s probably just because Irratino isn’t there. Logico doesn’t prefer to solve cases alone anymore.

But there he finds it - the body. After so much searching, it’s relieving to finally have the daily corpse. He just has to find out who was here.

After a bit of searching, Logico deduces the culprit as none other than Vice President Mauve. He now has to travel all the way back home, and announce it.

The delivery is underwhelming.

MAUVE: I knew it was me!

And Logico heads back to the shadow figure, sleeping in the alleyway.

LOGICO: I SOLVED IT. VOICE: AAHHHUH. Really. Um. [ahem] Wh-who was it? LOGICO: Mauve. On the Island of Bad Dreams.

The figure looks surprised.

VOICE: It… what?? No, no no! You solved it wrong! LOGICO: I NEVER solve things wrong! VOICE: Well you did. Because I know the answer. And you have the wrong answer! LOGICO: WHO ARE YOU YOU IDIOT?? VOICE: Ugh! Give me the right answer and I’ll tell you!

Logico heads back to the detective club. Everyone’s left!

He heads right back to the Island of Bad Dreams. But the body is now missing! This couldn’t be less convenient. Why is he even listening to this random man??

On the battlegrounds of Drakonia, Red returns to his roots. But he doesn’t have the human in his possession. And Obsidian, chilling in her manor with everything going her way, doesn’t give a shit either. Weakly, Logico trundles back to Central, and flops onto the ground. Daily murders don’t usually sap up this much energy! And suddenly, a piece of paper flies through the wind, and as if by magic, lands right onto Logico’s head.

He takes a read, using the last of his brainpower to decode the clue. And then suddenly, he knows the answer! And he runs back to that cloaked fool.

LOGICO: It’s not Mauve! It was Silverton the Legend, that awful slug! He moved the body to frame her! Now SHOW YOURSELF, YOU WEASELING-

The figure tackles him to the ground, and he screams!

IRRATINO: Logico! It’s me the whole time! I wasn’t really in the bathroom! LOGICO: …why… the FUCK… did you decide to make me do THIS?! IRRATINO: Faking my death was just getting kind of repetitive. I figured I’d mix things up. LOGICO: By sending me all over the WORLD for an UNIMPORTANT MURDER? IRRATINO: Oh, Logico, you have no sense of theater.

Logico is about to burst! But then he has a better idea.

LOGICO: Fine. It was a great plan. BUT ONLY IF! You buy me a wonderful dinner! IRRATINO: Ahh, fair enough.

As they wander to the restaurant hand in hand, Irratino shoots a grin back at the fourth wall. This is what he really wanted all along!

The end!

I am back for real now, and the next episode is gonna be a surprise!

The lore is going to get a lot more insane from here. (Bordergrams cartoon when/j)

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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