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Summary: Those born to handle winter, do not always handle heat. And that struggle can be the reason something ends.(One Piece)
Note: Cobra x Lyle Floquet (OC), Mostly mutual breakup. Please stay hydrated this Summer those in the Northern Hemisphere.
OP belongs to Oda
Lyle vomited into a bucket again, the curtains drawn in his room, the cool cloth that was on his forehead now warm on the bedside table as he emptied an already empty stomach.
Alabastaās hot sun bested the curtains, leaking across the floor. Lyleās usual clothes were thrown off, the black robe pooled at his waist. Drool dripped down his chin as he tried to calm his breathing. The loose shirt he was wearing was almost soaked with sweat and the rain was very rare.
Lyle groaned and rested his head on the edge of the bucket as the door pushed open.
āGo away.ā He said, in a hoarse voice. āLeave me to be.ā
Cobra offered a soft smile, āWhen I heard you willingly accompanied Vivi outside, I figured I would find you here. You and the sun donāt mix.ā
Lyle only groaned in response. Cobra looked around the room, adapted to attempt to protect such a cold climate dweller. He had suffered every-time he stepped outside,
opting to be nocturnal when it was coldest.
āLyleā¦I donāt think youāre meant for here.ā
āā¦.I know youāre right.ā He sighed, slowly sitting up, his skin red and blotchy. āThe heat illness has made
me sick nearly every momentā¦.ā alyse
said, sighing as the two silently accepted their paths were not to be romantic or even as neighbors down the street.
Cobra simply shook his head, āYou will always be welcome to visit. Maybe bring some ice next time to keep you cool.ā
Lyle huffed before getting sick again, Cobra gently rubbing a circle into his back.
Later, Lyle stood on the balcony, staring at the dark sky and just watching the moon. The stars sprinkled against the sky and the sands were finally tolerant for his body. He closed his eyes before opening them, sending the visitor who had materialized on his balcony. āYouāre usually asleep now.ā
Cobra leaned against the balcony railing with in. āWellā¦it wouldnāt be right to send you off without a proper goodbye. We were together a year, abit you were sick most of it.ā
āThe gator gifted me a compass,ā
āHowā¦nice of Sir Crocodile.ā
They stood in silence watching the sky. Lyleās eyes drifted down to his hands, still red and patchy. He had thought he had found a good place, but the enviorment was not for him.
āWill you call sometimes?ā
āI do not know Cobraā¦that is for the stars to decideā
Summary: In the last life and this life, heāll always know and love the parts that make youā¦you. (Return of the Blossoming Blade)
Note: Past Cheong Myeong /Past Female Reader, Present Cheong Myeong/Present Male Reader, Reincarnation, Bittersweet. Excited to catch up and read Season 4, which comes out tomorrow!
RBB belongs to Biga
Cheong Myeong stared at one of the Mount Hua sect members. Your blade always cuts through the air at a slight angle, no matter how much effort you put into the basics. But Cheong Myeong knew it was inevitable; you were stubborn to your bones. Always were. You did your best to keep up, and you held that ability high. You focused on everything with 100% focus.
The match being set up in front of Cheong Myeong was a simple sparring match. You had your weight settled, your stance solid, like you'd done this a million times before. As the spar went on, you moved in an uncomfortably familiar way. Everything reminded him of someone long ago. The way you arched your foot in the shoes, the way your arm bent, and even the way your eyes narrowed: it was all someone else's. One he knew well. One that he spent hours training by and pushing to keep up.
The boy that Cheong Myeong was staring at was the same spitfire girl, one of his sisters, who died on that day. Who bore that sect symbol and died fighting, whose body simply added to the pile of bloodshed: the friend he mourned along with his past life. The one who never knew what she meant to him.
You turned in his direction and smiled. As you waved, he offered a soft smile back. No matter the body or era, you were always going to have that smile toward those you loved. As you started to wrestle and laugh with others, Cheong Myeong slowly slipped away. The scene was the same as 100 years ago. You were holding a brother in a headlock, laughing like it was the only thing you knew how to do. Yun Jong was trying to get you to release said individual.
It all felt so familiar and yet so different. The heartache was a longing for the past, seeing its present equivalent. He slipped in the mountains, finding a small outcropping. Not the one he had as a private hideout from before, but another one. As he leaned against the tree, Cheong Meong's eyes closed. He saw the versions of you lining up like a shadow, and it's form. You dance and sing when you drink too much, always off-key. You always rub your sword handle when you're anxious. You still even gagged on anything that tasted like raspberries!
It was like you were right at his fingertips, the only one who could understand how he felt. And yetā¦this wasn't you. Cheong Jin, Tang Bo, and moreā¦.they were at the gates, likely watching him as he dragged the sect to survive and thrive.
He straightened as you stepped out, smiling.
"Cheong Myeong! I was looking for you! You disappeared earlier." You said, walking over, stepping over, and still almost tripping on a rock before coming over.
"Ughhhh," Cheong Myeong groaned, before you shoved him, and turned to stand by him. The sun was on the horizon, the mountain range breaking up the cohesive scene.
"Heyā¦You okay?" You asked, "You seem kind of⦠nostalgic? Reminding you of life before this new one at the sect?"
Words offered as a soft bridge of understanding, and yet all they did was twist the already aching heart in his chest. It was like a curse to know he would love who you were and love the you of today. The man he knew today would simply hold his heart for longer than in the first life.
"ā¦.Just..thinking about the future of the sect." Cheong Myeong said, before feeling an arm get thrown around his neck. "Ack!" He turned to shove your arm off, but his breath got stuck in his chest.
You looked like you did before, the same figure as beforeā¦it was like he stepped back into the past he wanted to hold onto. Within a blink, it was over. But the you who remained, caused his heart to settleā¦to settle into warmth. Death couldn't remove the way his soul craved to be intertwined with yours.
"It's okay if you don't like talking about feelingsā¦Just know it'll all work out." You said, before sliding your arm off his shoulder and grabbing his hand. You started running, dragging him along. The laughter entered his ears, and within mere seconds, you had him captured.
His heart was yours all over again. He would make sure you lived the length of life you deserved. Cheong Myeong grabbed onto your wrist as you held onto his, dragging him. Before he knew it, his feet were stepping faster to pace with yours, trying to drag you instead.
"Cheong Myeong!" You laughed as a smile exploded on Cheong Myeong's face. He started laughing with you.
The ghosts of who you and he were before mattered no moreā¦because he would love you for all the years he didn't have before.
"I always have fun around you, and can't seem to stop smiling!" You laughed out as you sped up, "Now let's spar! I bet Iāll kick your ass tonight!ā
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A special collaboration event organised by yours truly entirely in secret (aka off tumblr), centred around writing for 'underrated' characters (defined as characters with 400 or less fics posted for them on AO3) - with particular emphasis on Mahito and Hanami because..
This was done particularly special in honour of @heavenlysnail, one of my dearest friends, who always seems to love the characters who get the least love
Summary: Flowers in a field mean the world if itās with Hanami, especially when they choose to be there with you.(Jujutsu Kaisen)
Note: Hanami/Gender Neutral Reader. Dedicated to my inspirational friend @heavenlysnail . I hope you have the tune to enjoy the flowers today, and know you are loved.
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JJK belongs to Gege Akutami
Nature is a beautiful thing; every bit of it has a soul and life that could easily be worth understanding and protecting. Humans aren't that kind to love for all its parts. You knew that since you were a child. You tried to do whatever your hands were capable of. Whenever you found an area of ruined soil, you did your best to plant flowers and bring back bees and butterflies. It wasn't something you could do often. But you always tried.
You had joined Kenjaku years ago, simply following his request and demand. You hoped his goals would result in some change, or at least make it easier to help with your own personal hopes.
You were sure no one felt the same as you. No classmate in school wanted to spend their weekends caring for species in the woods, no family member was willing to help you turn abandoned land back into their original natureā¦
Until you met them.
Hanami was a part of Mahito's group, a collection of cursed spirits that Kenjaku had teamed up with for a goal. Hanami didn't seem particularly interested in you as a human, and they wanted to eliminate you for destroying the Earth.
But in a way, they also desired the Earth to be cared for. The same one you tried over and over to help.
"Hanami.." You gathered the courage to say, "I'm going to plant wildflower seeds in an area that was ruined and barren to help bring it back to the way it was. Wouldā¦" The words tingled on your tongue, "Would you like to join me?"
Hanami looked at you, not replying for a moment. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Your hands started to collect sweat as you tried not to squeeze the life out of the flower seeds selected based on the climate, the local native fauna and what could grow best in the disturbed soil.
"Alright," Hanami said. They agreed.
To spend time with you. Not by force.
Your heart basically exploded as you started to ramble about the location, the unfortunate actions taken by humans that left the area desolate in the first place. It was basically a date, right? Just without the clear-cut title.
When you both arrived, the sun was setting on the horizon, painting the area in a gold haze. You opened your backpack and took out the various seeds that you had put into recycled shakers to shake them all over the exposed ground.
Hanami stood still as you started to drop seeds over any barren spot you could find. Slowly, they outstretched their arm; hand flexing slightly. You turned back to see color suddenly swallow your surroundings, a circle of flowers painting the scenery like a work of art.
"Here," Hanami said. They made no move to get closer. There you stood, in the middle of a flower field, of such beautiful flowers. Your heart pounded as one flower stood out among the rest. A small, cursed flowerā¦one that had the eye color you always say in the mirror. Footsteps slowly got closer as you turned to meet them.
There you stood, only feet away. Hanami was looking in your direction, as you still relaxed among the wafting smells of flowers and the golden hue starting to finally settle into the pinks and purples of sunset.
Hanami slowly reached out and grabbed a stray petal that had settled on your hair, letting it fall back to the ground to continue the cycle of nature; to feed another part of the Earth.
A smile crawled over your face, the red dusting your cheeks could've been seen as the effect of the horizon. But in truthā¦.you realized you had a deep love for nature.
As long as nature included Hanami.
And you could only hope there was a dose of tolerance toward you.
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Your interface keeps glitching despite the factory reset; new messages keep popping up from unknown players, text and items glitch every time your fingers skim the interface, and you keep getting items from achievements you didn't even know existed. But you quickly come to realise there might be more at play here.
Pairing: Videogame Character!reader x Diegetic UI!Gojo
Word count: 4.3k
Tags/Content Warnings: MDNI/18+ only, doomed romance, fluff, a bit of angst, game elements (quests, Skill points, inventory, interfaces), Gojo is an absolute flirt & possessive.
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A/n: art by @/rinadraws.2 on tiktok!
After completing the quest for the nice old lady, you set out to go somewhere you knew no one would cross paths with you. Not because you disliked people, but because you really wanted to get to the bottom of how your UI is sentient.
It hasnāt stopped talking to you ever since you realised you werenāt hacked, but rather it was your interface talking to youāall the compliments, the jealous texts, the fact that nothing could be traced back, were all him⦠her⦠it.
It has an annoying Ping! that goes off with every new message it sends, to which you had huffed at one point and asked if it could at least turn off that sound, and it had sheepishly replied that it couldnāt because there wasnāt a function for that. Luckily only the user can hear the pings, otherwise you were sure people would look at you funny with how often it would go off.
At one point it had just stopped using the āYouāve got one new messageāāwhich it immediately opened without you having to do anything anywayāand displayed the message itself, a small, blue screen hovering in your face.
While it was talking about everything and anything, you just trekked through one of the meadows, trying to set up camp for⦠however long you were going to be there. You knew you had enough supplies to last for at least a month, so maybe itās time to really get to know your interface.
Said interface is still rambling on and on about⦠flowers? Youāre not sure, you havenāt really kept up with it. Not that you wouldāve been able to, anyway, considering the text disappears way too quick. You might be a fast reader, but youāre not that fast of a reader.
Thatās another thing, this thing doesnāt have a text-to-speech function. Scrolling through your settings proved futile once you saw that there just wasnāt anything about it. So you have to constantly hear the ping! ping! ping! instead of anyone talking to you.
It honestly reminds you of talking to long-distance friends⦠well, you canāt even really call them friends. Most of the people youāve added are either family or other people who youāve met for quests.
Now that you think about it, every time you had to do a quest with someone else, whether it be a duo, a trio or just a whole group quest, your interface glitched; not in the way it normally does, but in the way that it just wouldnāt load, or wouldnāt display the quest. One time it had even convinced you that you didnāt have a questāwhich mightāve just been it trying to sabotage you.
If you learned anything, itās that the interface is very possessive over you. Which feels weird to say, not only because it isnāt supposed to be sentient, but also because itās supposed to be yours. Youāre the user, and itās your interface. But with the way it talks, it really does think itās a being, rather than what it actually isāan interface made to help an user.
It talks about its own inventoryāwhich youāve always referred to as your inventory, considering⦠well it is supposed to be yours.
Sure, it seems sweet if anything, but that doesnāt mean this isnāt weird. Never in your life would you have thought that the thing youāve interacted with your entire life would be sentientāhell, it has admitted to feeling your touch, which creeped you out a little at first.
The fact that you would sometimes mumble to yourself and your interface just⦠seemed to know what you wanted without you actively having to touch itāall because it actually heard you. There have also been times where it just knew what you wanted, even without you mumbling to yourself. One such thing is the potions being in your hands, cork unscrewed so you could get your health back even sooner.
So here you are, trying to light a fire at the temporary camp youāve set up in the middle of nowhere, luscious green grass with wildflowers swaying gently in the wind, leaves rustling as tree tops moved, and the occasional wildlife peeking out at you before sprinting away when they notice your gaze on them.
Once the fire crackles to life, you go to sit down, head titled towards the sky thatās starting to get darker and darker by the minute. The sun settles down in a golden glow, before it disappears behind the mountains further north.
Closing your eyes for a second, you just breathe. Let yourself feel everything you werenāt letting yourself feel, and for the first time today, even your UI is silent; no more constant ping! ping! ping! in your ears, just pure silence.
You soak it up for a secondāthe birdsong, trees rustling, the low breeze that settles over the meadow as the chill is starting to steep in.
Thereās sudden weight on your shoulders, fuzzy and warm. Material that wasnāt there just a second ago. You jolt slightly as your eyes open, head snapping down to your shoulders. Youāre met with a throw blanketāone you got from a quest way back in the day when you thought you were going to settle down for a few years. A nice older man gave you the blanket when he heard about it.
Obviously it never got used the way it was supposed to, considering you never settled down long enough to stay somewhere. But sometimes, when it was just too warm for a normal blanket, just a bit too cold to go without, youād get it out of your inventory and snuggle up with it.
But how did it get on your shoulders?
Looking up, you see the blue screen blinking down at you, message already typed out. It almost sounds sheepish when you read it over.
āI thought you were cold.ā
Thatās⦠sweet, honestly. Obviously you knew it could give you items, but you didnāt realise it could also directly determine where the items went. The blanket is draped over your shoulders perfectly, almost as if someone actually stood behind you to carefully place it over them.
āThanks,ā you mumble out, pulling the blanket a bit closer to yourself, preventing the breeze from creeping in. The fire still crackles in front of you, a stray ember almost landing on the blanket before it gets gently blown awayāonly this time not because of the breeze.
āOkay now how did you do that,ā you vaguely motion towards where the ember got blown away into the grass. Eyes locking onto the beautiful, beautiful blue screen. The kaleidoscope of hues shifting in the low, amber lighting from the campfire. It dances across the floating screen as a new message is being typed out.
āThereās this⦠field around you that I can manipulate.ā
Your brows shoot up your face, eyes widening significantly. It can what now? That honestly sounds creepy as hell, and you voice as much to the interface. āYouāre aware that sounds so creepy, right?ā
The screen flinches a little, almost as if it is wincing when it realises just how it sounded. āRight, right. Sorry, I didnāt mean it like that. Itās just that I can choose where to put stuff on youālike the time you wanted to put on the straw hat, it immediately appeared on your head!ā
Thinking back on it, it does always appear wherever you want itāthough it only works with equippables and not actual clothes. You actually never thought of it before, but whenever you wanted to put on a hat of a bag or something, it would appear on you already, whereas people normally got their stuff teleported into their hands and had to put it on themselves.
There really are a lot of things your interface has been doing for you without you even realising, huh?
And here you went to reset it a couple of months ago because you thought you were hacked. Instead it was just that your interface actually told you it was in love with you. Thereās a slight pang in your chest when you think back on it. The poor thing mustāve been panicking so much.
Does it still remember the time before the factory reset, or did it fall in love with you again after seeing you for the first time?
Well thatās something for another time, right now youāre just looking at the way the screen is blinking down at you, almost like itās actually blinking. Thatās⦠weird, but nothing too unusual, you guess.
Right, right, you should probably reply to it. āI just⦠thought that was normal. It has always been like that, so I didnāt even think about the fact that there could be a different reason. I mean, I have never even heard of sentient interfaces before.ā
It almost feels stupid, talking to said interface like this. Itās almost like you made an algorithm that could reply to you, like you downloaded a dating sim from a sketchy seller thatās most likely a virus. Luckily that isnāt this.
āIāll always be at your service,ā thereās a hint of white flashing through the hues of blues, almost like itās smiling down at you, before itās gone again.
āThank you⦠what should I even call you?ā You realise you never even asked it if it had a name, and all of this time youāve just been talking to it like itās real. Well, it is, but⦠whatever you get it.
The hud glitches a few times, text glitching as the kaleidoscope of blue stutters, swirling faster and faster, until itās all one color.
Panicking, you throw the blanket off your shoulders while quickly standing up. Your fingers drag over the screen, tapping against it as you try to get it to work. āHey, heyā whatās going on?ā
This is something youāve never seen before. Sure, text and items have glitched before, but it was only when you skimmed your fingers over it, and by the information youāve gathered, it was because of the fact that it could feel the pads of your fingers, the pressure you put on the screen.
But never in your life have you seen it do this. Text is glitching outside of the screen, flashing red and white again, the blues muddle together until itās just one, bright blue; so bright in fact, you have to shield your eyes slightly as the light illuminates your skin.
Hissing under your breath, you try to peek through your lashes to see if you can do anything, but thereās no little āXā button on the hud, only clean lines and glitching text.
Fucking shit.
The only thing you can do is stand back a little and look at how your interface is practically destroying itself. After a few more seconds, the glitching finally stops, glow dimming significantly until you can finally look at it again.
Blinking a few times, you try to get rid of the spots in your vision. Only after a few seconds can you see the screen again, this time the blues are back, swirling in pretty spirals. The text, however, is still glitching. It has changed from the last message to āerrorā, but itās not blinking red any longer.
Clearing your throat, you try to speak up again. āHey⦠you there?ā
Honestly, it feels fucking stupid talking to your interface after it crashed, because thatās what it did, didnāt it?
The text keeps glitching, but more letters get added. It almost looks like a soup of letters, and you have to squint to properly see them. And there, in the middle, you can make out something that looks like a name.
āSatoru Gojoā¦?ā you mumble, still trying to see if thereās anything else the UI is trying to tell you, but the moment those wordsāthat nameāleaves your lips, the screen closes.
ā¦Well, okay then. Weird as fuck. Maybe youāre just tired. Yeah⦠yeah, thatās it. Youāre just tired, and a little lonely, and are making things up. Inhaled too much smoke as you sat too close to the fire, low ember light illuminating your silhouette.
You try to open your inventory, wanting to put back the throw blanket for the nightāthe moon has fully peeked out already, stars dancing across the night sky twinkling down at you as the last embers of the fire go outāonly to not be able to open it.
Trying again, you wait for a few seconds, only to stare blankly ahead at one of the flowers a bit further down the meadow. When you try to open your avatar, the same thing happens.
ā¦Shit.
Looking around, you note for a second time that youāre really in the middle of nowhere. Thereās not even a hint of civilisation to be foundāwhich you thought was a good idea. ā¦Why did you think this was a good idea again?
Oh well, it doesnāt matter right now considering the fact that itās night and that you canāt really venture out to go somewhere in case you get attacked by a monster; since you canāt open your inventory and get a weapon, youād be dead meat.
Huffing, you put out the fire and go to your little set-up (and arenāt you grateful for your earlier-day self for having set up everything already). With a sigh you go to lay down, knowing youāll need to go to the nearest town to get your UI fixedāwherever that may be.
A small ding! wakes you from your slumber. Groggily, you open your eyes. It must be no later than six am, considering the sun hasnāt come up yet, and the birds havenāt started chirping.
Rubbing your eye with the back of your hand, you look up, and sure enough, there it isāa floating blue hud. Your brain has to catch up as to why it randomly booted up again, but once you remember the error of last night, your eyes pretty much fly open.
āI like it when you call me Satoru.ā Furrowing your brows, you look at it for a few seconds. Ah, right. Its name is Gojo Satoru.
āThatās what you start with after crashing?ā you croak out, voice still hoarse from sleep. In an instant, a small bottle of water is teleported into your hands. With a small smile you quickly down some of the drink before the bottle magically disappears again.
āWell duh, it was the last thing I heard before everything went black.ā it quickly types out.
āThis is honestly so stupid, itās like Iām talking to long distance friends whose faces Iāve forgotten because I havenāt talked to them in so long,ā you groan.
In a way itās like talking to someone you used to know, but forgot everything about, but they remember everything about you. It makes you feel sad considering the fact that you donāt know anything about the interface.
⦠Is there even anything to know about it?
āYou donāt have any friends.ā Well fucking ouch. What a dickhead, honestly. Sure you might not really socialise with others enough to call them friends, but this was just purely uncalled for. āNow why would you say that?ā
āI prefer it that way, anyway.ā Okay⦠possessive much. You already saw some of that possessiveness a few days ago with the farmer after he called you darlingāwhich was totally normal, and Gojo was just freaking out about nothing, honestly.
āStill, this is fucking stupid. Why canāt you just talk. There are so many things you can do. Like, youāre a whole ass inventoryāwhich you sort, donāt think I havenāt noticed it latelyāand you can put equippables directly on me. Oh! oh, and well youāre an UI, so you can do everything that can, plus a little more. And then the fact that you can just⦠give me skins and avatar decorations that no one else can get.ā
Youāre still rambling on when a small ding! grabs your attention. āI also change your stats.ā
Blinking a few times, you open your mouth, only to close it again. Sure, you always, always, wake up with 0 fatigue. āā¦Iām choosing to ignore that, because thatās cheating the system in ways I donāt even wanna think about.ā
The text disappears, instead a small smiling emoji appearing. Rolling your eyes at that, you just think about how annoying this is gonna be. You have to read if you want to know what Gojo is saying, and you just canāt be bothered, honestly.
āOkay, thatās it. Iām gonna make a text-to-speech system. Besides, how hard can it actually be?ā
Turns out coding a text-to-speech system from scratch is extremely hardāespecially when you donāt even know what youāre doing in the first place. Sure, thereās the web and forums that can help, but you havenāt actually seen people explain how to make a TTS system, which you honestly didnāt think would be on there anyway.
Youāve spent weeks on learning the basis of coding, just enough to get you byāwith the help of Satoru, yes he has asked you to call him Satoru instead of Gojo, who scoured the internet for you and compiled all the useful information.
When youād asked him why he couldnāt code it himself, considering the fact that he could literally connect to the internet and such, he told you that something in his base program forbade him from doing soāthe same way he crashed after youād asked him his name.
Thatās something you still canāt wrap your head around; the fact that he had to use word soup to get his name out was mere insanity to you.
But anyway, when he had told you he couldnāt code it himself, nor give you hints about the process, youād merely rolled your eyes and told him youād get it done in no time. Two weeks tops!
Yeah, youāve definitely swallowed those words considering youāre nowhere near done with the systemāsomething Gojo isnāt letting you forget, either. Every time a new message pops up, it is something teasing about the fact that you still havenāt completed it yet.
But thereās something underneath that text, a sort of sadness you canāt seem to properly placeāconsidering Gojo isnāt exactly human⦠neither are you, but thereās an obvious difference between the two of you, primarily the fact that you are made of flesh and bone and heās a floating screen thatās connected to you.
He has stopped teasing you as much, that was the first indicator that something was wrong. The initial excitement he had was slowly beginning to fade, leaving behind less enthusiastic messages.
That, however, doesnāt mean that he doesnāt talk to you any longer, or compliments or even flirts with youāno he does that plenty, so much so that youāve told him to stop. He has yet to actually stop, but maybe you donāt mind it as much.
What you do mind is the constant ding! whenever he types something new. Look you like his company, though youāve definitely seen some strange looks from people when you hiss at Satoru when he makes yet another comment, but he can be a bit much at times.
The two of you, or well, technically you, went back to the nearest town after a few weeks of you camping out in the meadow. Whenever you got frustrated, you took a walk, went to see the beautiful flowers that grew all around the green lands, lighten up your mood, before you went back to the grueling task of making a text-to-speech system for your UI.
It was insane to think about, actually. The fact that you were making something so intricate from scratch just because you wanted to hear his voice the dings! to stop every time he wrote a new message, is simply insanity.
While the meadow was absolutely great, there was a problem with your food supplies. It had honestly lasted longer than you thought it wouldāto which you later found out was because Satoru kept messing with your hunger meterābut eventually all supplies ran out and you were forced to go back to civilisation.
It has been⦠good so far, but you havenāt made any progress on the coding considering you had accepted yet another questāyou really donāt mind helping people, but Satoru was whining constantly about itābecause the town was actually waiting on their food supplies as well.
After completing the quest and getting some rewards for it, you had started asking around if there was anyone who had at least a bit of coding skills that could possibly help you out.
Turns out that coding is a really uncommon thing, most people not having heard of it. So that went down the drain pretty quickly.
Satoru had tried to cheer you up by giving you flowersātechnically they were flowers that youād collected before, so he was really giving you your own flowers backāwhich was really sweet, but not something that helped you get out of this funk you were in.
Youād sulked for a good day before you finally started on your coding journey again. This time you were staying at an inn, the bed beneath you wasnāt soft, but it was better than sleeping on the ground, which youād been doing back in the meadow.
It creaks under you as you shift around to get comfortable. Satoru already pulled up your latest logs and forums that might be useful for you right now. With a sigh you start looking through it, fingers skimming against the blue screen, pads of your fingers having softened now that you havenāt actually touched your weapons in what feels like ages.
The screen buffers slightly, text glitching as you try to read one of the more important parts which you keep getting stuck on. With a huff, you narrow your eyes at Satoru, who only tells you it isnāt his fault that your touch makes him glitch!
When he said that out loud (typed), your own mind seemed to buffer for a second. The words sounded so wrong without contextāhell, with context it wasnāt much better.
When he saw your expression on your face, he had to quickly clarify that it was moreso considered like getting butterflies rather than⦠whatever you were thinking of. To which you had responded that you werenāt thinking about anything. At all.
The flush on your cheeks and the elevated heart rateāwhich he all can seeāreally did paint a different story. But luckily he let it go.
So here you are again, fingers typing, tapping against the screen thatās Satoru. The tap tap tap sounds were mere background noises by now. You were so used to them that you didnāt even notice them anymore.
Minutes turned into hours turned into days,and you eventually had to leave the inn, otherwise youād drain your funds too much. You honestly hadnāt planned on staying there for so long, but you were in this weird flow state, so you didnāt really move much.
Significant progress had been made by the time you got yourself enough supplies to last you at least two months. And with a bit of help from Satoru, youāre sure it could be something more along the lines of three months before you actually had to go back and do quests for funds again.
So there you went, once again setting foot to god knows where. All you know is that you hope you can get the system to work soon.
Eyes feeling droopy, you keep nodding off. Your head falls forward, before you snap back up, rubbing your eyes to complete this part of the code, trying to see if you can get it running.
Satoru canāt help but feel that you look adorable like thisāall bleary-eyed, small yawns escaping every now and then, hair ruffled from where youāve been threading your fingers through it.
However, he also thinks you should just get some rest. Sure, he loves the fact that you work day in day out for him to be able to talk to you, but he hates the fact that youāre not taking ample breaks, constantly waving him off when he sends another concerned text about you needing a break. āJust five more minutesā is your normal answer, but those five normally turn into ten, turn into twenty, thirty, an hourāthe fact is that you donāt take a damn break.
Something he hates even more is the fact that he canāt code the system himself, heās known how to do it since he scoured the internet. Sure, there would be bugs, and it wouldnāt all work at once, but it wouldāve been so much faster if he could just do it.
And then thereās the fact that his own code⦠being? doesnāt let him help you out, either. The only hints he can give you are internet links and forums, and he can write down what youāve learned so far while you try to get little snippets of code running.
you try to run it again, press the last semi-colon before your head tips forward, forehead resting against the keyboard thatās basically Gojo. He quickly gets rid of the keys so it doesnāt mess up your code. Then he drapes a blanketāthe same one as months agoāover your shoulders.
āGoodnight, sweetheart,ā he whispers, fondness clear in his voice. And god, doesnāt he wish he could just kiss your forehead.
You shift a little under the blanket, a sleepy, āGoodnight, Satoru,ā falling from your own lips before sleep fully takes you under, not realising what just happened.
summary : satoru gojo has set his sights on none other than youāhis favourite masked camgirl. he never expected to end up watching the lace slip off behind the camera instead of behind the screen.
content : part of @yoonsucks event,, item - lace blindfold [4K] college au,, gojo has an obsession with reader,, smut,, sub gojo,, masturbation,, sex toys,, handjob,, handcuffs,, cum eating,, overstimulation,, squirting
art by @/leimiruu on X !
the clock on the wall ticks and ticks as your professor talks and talks in the lecture hall where the lights are just a tad too bright for your tired eyes.
heās become background noise at this point, your attention is on your workāif you could even call it that.
you tend to keep your job and your school life separate, but on last nights livestream you had promised your viewers you would keep one of your lace blindfolds down your pants all day so you could make a few extra bucks.
exactly why you canāt be bothered listening to the man up the front of the lecture hall blabber on any longer, if the cash stays coming in at the rate it is now you wonāt need a fancy degree to live the life you want to live.
could probably pick up a part time job somewhere where you could laze around, go home, make some content and still have more than enough to keep you afloat.
that could be beneficial.. semi-public at work could get you a lot of donations.
a few words is all it takes to redirect your mind from the fantasy of living the simple life back to reality.
āgroup project.ā
ā30% of your grade this semester.ā
oh..
oh!
for a second that sounded bad. projects that counted as a portion of your grade tend to annoy you.
there usually isnāt a direct marking scheme to look over, nor clear directions, it ends up being viewed as a creativity contest more than anything.
but who wins that creativity contest every time?
satoru gojo. youāve never interacted with him outside of class, the two of you sit on two opposite sides of the room so there isnāt much chatting going on there eitherāyou think you asked him for notes once.. maybe.. was that it?
doesnāt matter, you need to snatch him up before anyone else does.
satoru is strangely good at physics, word went around that heās got medals and trophies stacked in his house.
perfect, you wonāt have to rack your brain coming up with any ideas or doing any calculations.
heās also not the insufferable type of smart from what you can tell. heās friends with all of the āknownā guys on campus but still keeps to himself most of the time, heās nice to look at too.
a loud clap comes from the front, āi want you all seated beside your partner within the next two minutes so i can jot your pairs down.ā
hearing those words you leap up out of your chair and practically sprint toward him, papers flying from your notepad in the process.
his eyes widen upon seeing you approach his desk so suddenly, heart dropping to his stomach.
why is he so nervous?
why are his palms so sweaty all of a sudden?
why does his face feel so hot?
ohhh.. maybe cause he fists his cock to you every night.
yeah that could be it.
even though you cover your face with a blindfold on film, itās not nearly enough to hide your identity.
sure the average joe on the street wouldnāt recognise you, but when youāre taking the same college course? no question.
it still took him a while to realise, but by the time he did he had already grown obsessed with you.
FEBRUARY 15TH - 1:16 PM
his day was no different than any other, he sat at his usual table eating his usual lunchāa strawberry cheesecake from the nearby bakery.
satoru preferred to eat on campus in a quiet corner just outside the library, the bakery was too crowded and the cafeteria too noisy.
for once the man didnāt have his laptop open skimming over notes or working on some assignmentāthis was the result of his favourite camgirl going all out for the lonely people on valentineās day.
it was a special day so you she streamed for way longer than usual, even decorating her room and nipples with hearts for the holiday. he had āpaid tributeā to her one too many times the night prior and his laptop wouldnāt turn on anymore.
it was only a slight inconvenience for him, he had physical notes of course.
rooting through his bag with the cheesecake still balancing on his lap, a voice takes his attention away from his searchāa voice he recognises but canāt quite place.
āexcuse me? you dropped something.ā
itās like when you watch a movie and you know youāve seen an actors face in something else before, and your mind wonāt let it go until you find outāthatās exactly what his brain is going through.
āumm.. your papers..? dunno if you were just littering orā¦ā you chuckle nervously.
oh. oh my god. thatās it.
thatās the same laughāalbeit a little more superficial than the one he hears replying to his comments he attaches to donations, but itās definitely hers.
skimming his eyes over your body only confirms his suspicions. you have the same hair, same body type, same lips, same.. sameā¦shit. heās been staring too long.
āyou alright?ā
he stands up in a flash, forgetting the cheesecake on his lap. you watch it roll over to your feet, the container cracking open just enough for half of it to touch the gravel beneath you.
āsorryāoh shit..sorry..ā there goes his lunch and any capability to talk to a woman.
can you blame him? heās just found out the girl who wears the tiniest of braās and thongs is the same one he sees coming to class in sweats everyday, and heās never noticed. never noticed that the same eyes heās been dying to get a peek at were right in front of him the entire time.
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heās been looking through you for an uncomfortable ten seconds now and youāre wondering if heās hard of hearing or just being a dick. āhello..? helloooooā¦.?ā
āsorry.. my mind wasāthe group project? me.. and.. you?ā he seems to be processing it out loud.
āyeah, i donāt really have any friends in this class and i thought we could pair up? if you already have someone in mind thatās fine.ā
it is totally not fine. if he doesnāt say yes youāll be stuck with some airhead.
thankfully someone up there mustāve heard your pleas because he starts nodding.
āyeah. yeah thats fine.ā
heās trying incredibly hard to play it cool and not grow a boner at the chance of being in your bed for āproject work.ā the same bed heās seen you squirt all over countless times.
thoughts of all sorts of possibilities run through his headāwould he be able to steal one of your toys? you have a lot.. surely you wouldnāt notice if one happened to go missing.
or better yet, one of those blindfolds. he could wrap it around his cockā
heās getting distracted again.
youāve scooted a nearby chair closer to his, and unlike him your mind is completely empty. something about this feels strangely awkward.
of course talking to new people is hard, youāve never been an extremely outgoing type, but you feel like theres more to it than unfamiliarity.
itās probably nothing. striking up a conversation should ease the tension, right?
āso, any ideas?ā you ask.
god help the man. he canāt even talk to you in his current state, the words are there but they wonāt come out of his mouth. āaaā uhmā aaā is all that does.
āguess not.ā you try and lighten the mood by making a joke out of it all but it seems like itās having the opposite effect. he appears to have taken your words with ill intent seeing as he doesnāt respondājust starts writing on a piece of paper.
said piece of paper gets placed on your desk, āiām not feeling well, sorry..ā he says, scurrying out of his seat and up the stairsāhe feels as though the only thing heās done is apologise to you over and over.
he truly does make it up to you.. in a different way.
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āhello, hello, hellooo!! as usual weāre just waiting on our lovely crowd to come in, while you early birds wait you can vote on the poll for todayās show.ā satoruās screen displays your bed decorated with dozens of throw pillows and a āsafety blanketā.
and of course, you; wearing your signature lace blindfold that starts just above your eyebrows and goes down to the tip of your nose. itās sheer enough to see through on your end but not his or anyone elseās.
thankfully he doesnāt have to guess whatās behind it.
9 on the dot is when you begin, but heās been spamming that refresh button since 8:55 impatiently waiting to see you again.
satoru stumbled upon your account when you only had a few hundred viewers, but youāve grown in popularity since then and he doesnāt like that one bit.
he wants to stand out in the sea of anonymous comments and be sure youāll remember him when you log off for the night, and with your viewer count now in the thousands itās hard to be sure his donations are enough to keep himāor rather his alias, floating through your mind.
so he has to be the first.
L1M1TL3SS DONATED $10.00 - missed ur face :)
the āBLIINGG!ā sound makes you perk up immediately, āawh, thank you for the dono and for your kind words limitless!ā
the way you talk to him so sweetly always gets him going before the āshowā has even started, if he were to just listen to you simply talk about your day he could cum.
thereās always a small pang in his heart when you move on so quickly to whoever in the chat donates next, that green monster in his head kicks at his brain and pushes him to keep on spending just to talk to you.
L1M1TL3SS DONATED $10.00 - every time u smile my dick jumps loll
L1M1TL3SS DONATED $15.00 - what size do u think is best
L1M1TL3SS DONATED $16.90 - would u ever do a collab ??
āhmmm.. a collab.. thatās a good question! dunno what you guys would wanna see so weāll do a poll next streamābut for now lets look at the results of todayās.. ā
your chat had voted on guided masturbationāand it won by a long way, due to satoruās manipulation.
people could donate $2.00 for an extra vote, who cares if youāre being fair? you need to eat.
and eat you did, the āfunā hadnāt even began and youāve already made over $200 in donationsā36% of which were from āL1M1TL3SSā. top right hand corner of the stream, his username displayed in big bold letters above āKN1234ā and ā2COCKBANDITā, indicating he was the top donor.
he got nothing special for thisāother than you recognising and thanking him, but it made him feel as if he was better than everybody else watching.
like he had a chance.
āmmm, you see how my pussy wraps around this dildo? want you to be good and squeeze your hand like that for me..ā
he listens to your sultry voice over the continuous āBLIIING!ā of donation sounds, teasing the pink tip of his cock while watching you ease the dildo iiiiinnnn and oouuuutt slowly.
he learned you smell almost like strawberries the day he pieced together it was you, and ever since heās gone through 3 bottles of strawberry scented lube.
was it you or the cheesecake?
letās not ruin his fantasies.
the rhythm of wet āshlap!ā āshlap!ā noises match yours as he picks up the speed of his fist to be in tune with the dildo, pretending its his cock fucking your pretty pussy.
he keeps edging and edging his sensitive tip, and itās as though your watching him judging by your words.
āa little longerāhaaah!-i-if you want me to be happy? dooont you want thaat?ā
the events that took place today have him even more worked up, he watches you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your cunt stretches around the dildo and wonders if he could ever be so lucky as to replace it.
entranced with you, he doesnāt want his high to end. he keeps himself on the edge for as long as possible, with tears beginning to well up in his eyes he leans over and types another message to you with shaky fingers.
L1M1TL3SS DONATED $200.00 - need 2b inside u
āBLIING!ā āBLIING!ā āCHA-CHING!ā
āDONATION GOAL REACHED!ā
āngh!āwant all your cum as the next donation!ā
$20.00 is what he intended to give out, but the thought to double check never occurs to a man teetering over the edgeānot like the nepo baby hasnāt got the money to spare anyways.
heāll give you anything you want, which is why his creamy white seed spurts out onto his flexed strong thighs, the rest of it dribbling down his fist and making a mess as he keeps pumping his dick, mouth agape and eyes glued to the screen watching you.
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the lace blindfold you had on lies somewhere on the floor of your bedroom as you lay in your bed trying to decode whatās written on the piece of paper satoru had given you earlier that day.
with your eyes glossy and tired from āworkā, the already messy handwriting blurs together and you can only make out a few numbers, itās too late to call but you figured you should try and save his contact information anyways.
guessing half the digits, you type what you assume to be his number into your phone.
aaand accidentally hit call.
oh well. if he doesnāt pick up he doesnāt pick up, if you woke him up then.. sorry?
āhellloo?ā he answers in a sing song tone, sounding nothing like you remember.
wasnāt he shy and awkward? maybe it really was a bad day.. āhey, you gave me your number for the project?ā
āoh yeah!ā
oh. yeah. itās you.
a large gulp can be heard coming from his end, āso what uhh.. what is it?ā
ājust checking in, maybe youāve thought of something? iāve tried but i canāt really get anything concrete.ā
if masturbation counts as brainstorming then you did a lot of that. so did he.
the next few words leave his mouth all too quickly, āyeahyeahyeah, no i havenāt eitherāi mean i tried to think of something but i couldnātānot that i havenāt thought at all.ā
he slaps a hand over his forehead and curses his brain for not being able to think properly, usually making conversation and being charming comes easy to him, but youāre somewhat of an outlier.
āyou wanna try and work on it together sometime?ā
āā¦suUre..ā his voice cracks as if heās going through puberty all over againāhe presses the mute button to clear his throat and also take a second to breathe.
āif you donāt mind coming over im free this weekend.ā
thoughts that could make a pornstar blush run through his head, but he pulls himself together and manages to squeeze out something along the lines of āyes thatās fine.ā
heās over the moonādick pointed towards it even.
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the scheduled date and time rolls around quicker than you anticipated, so youāre taken by surprise when thereās a knock at your door.
rushing over in fluffy slippers and a cotton pajama set, you open it to find your project partnerāwho you had completely forgotten about, stood infront of your door with a stack of textbooks and laptop in hand.
when he sees you heās completely taken aback, somehow he finds this sexier than the tiny lingerie sets that could barely even count as clothes.
you also come to the sudden realisation that what youāre wearing isnāt necessarily appropriate for project work with a guy youāve barely spoken to and begin to apologise,
āsorry, come ināone second iāll throw on a hoodie..!ā after locking the door, you rush over to your room and open your closet.
dozens of lacy items fall all over the floor from when you couldnāt be bothered to put your āwork attireā away neatly, you pray heās still waiting in the hallway.
this time, your prayers were ignored and shoved into the deepest parts of hells assholeābecause you look up to find him standing in your doorway like a deer in headlights, unmoving, eyes wide.
figures, all you do is sin.
more and more crumble from inside of the closet as you scurry to shove all sorts of things he should not be seeing back in, after a few seconds of this torture you do what you can and sit on the pile, ājustāwait in the living room for me. second door on the right..ā
how mortifying.. best case scenario he thinks your some sort of vintage collectorāalthough a fluffy christmas themed bodysuit with a hole in the crotch isnāt exactly what youād call vintage..
maybe you could say you starred in a mean girls musical?
he wonāt ask. he better not. you pull out a hoodie, shove the items deeper in and shut the closetāstanding still for a second to make sure it doesnāt burst open.
your best bet is to pretend like nothing happened, so thatās exactly what you do.
you walk out to the living room where he sits and simply plop down on the couch next to him, heās still got his laptop open and textbooks resting on his lap and itās like his body is forbidding him from making eye contact with you.
what you donāt know is that his dick is raising those books a few inches.
on top of that, you too arenāt aware of the fact he showed up late because of the need to pump his cock so this didnāt happen.
not like you were expecting him anyways, āwhere do you wanna start?ā
hold on.
what is that logo his home page?
are you seeing things?
is that what you think it is?
āhawt..chicks..go..live.com?ā you lean your face closer into the laptop and read the words out slowly, looking back at him with a devilish smile on your face.
āhuh?! whatānononono i donāt know what that is!ā
too late, if youāve been embarrassed today he has to be too, āreally? you donāt know what that big ass icon is doing on your browser home page?ā
āis that some kind of jerk-mate sitee? you like watching chicks masturbate?ā you cackle as if you arenāt said chick masturbating.
he frantically mumbles out an excuse, āreally, i donāt know what that is! i pirated a game a few days ago and itāsāitās probably a virus!ā
āoh yeah? what game? bet its got big 2D boobs in it.ā maybe youāre taking it a little farābut anything to save face. pretty funny how red heās gone too, it is sooo not a virus.
and then another thing catches your eye, underneath the domain it reads;
āSIGN IN - L1M1TL3SSā
heās about to blurt out something stupid again when his gaze catches your frozen face, eyes pinned to the icon.
and everything clicks at once, for the two of youāyou know who he is and he knows who you are.
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āhello, hello, helloo! weāre doing something a little different today as you can see..ā you adjust the camera to have satoru fully in view, hands cuffed to the bedframe with a black lace blindfold covering his eyes.
there was no need for the cuffs since he had agreed to this, but you didnāt want any interruptions. āthis is top donor limitless, keep donating and you could end up like himāin my bed!ā
USELESSCOCK527 DONATED $5.00 - YO WTFFF
IHEARTB00BZ DONATED $15.00 - ME NEXT
YEARSOFBALLTORTURE DONATED $7.00 - look at his dick its twitching in her presence
the bed creaks under your weight as you position yourself ontop of his right thighs, back arched and tongue darting out to taste the precum beaded at his tip.
when he feels the wet muscle come into contact with the sensitive head of his cock he lets out a breathy moan, interrupted by another donation.
TITTYTYPHOON27 DONATED $10.00 - im not gay but anyone got the link to his stuff??
you puff your lips out and open your mouth, a large glob of spit falling onto his aching dickāyou waste no time before starting to give him what heās been dying for.
the palm of your hand glides uuup and dowwn the long shaft as he bucks his hips up into your touch wanting more and you make sure to reprimand him for it,
āpatience. you of all people should know this isnāt some low quality 2 minute porno, right?ā
the sweat dripping from his forehead causes the blindfold to stick to his face, āmhm! yeaahāyes..!ā he breathes out, but his body contradicts his words and his back arches up.
you use your unnocupied hand to push him back down flat onto the bed, āheās not listening, what should we do to him?ā you turn to the camera.
it takes not even half a second for the messages to start coming in.
C_K10 DONATED $21.00 - milk him so dry there wont be cum for centuries
2COCKBANDIT DONATED $6.99 - torture .
one of those sounds more plausible than the other, so you do exactly as requested.
jug one spurts out and paints your tits, it would have gotten in your eye if not for the blindfold.
continuous cries of your name follow as you donāt make an effort to give him a chance to come down from his highāfist still tightly gripping his cock.
jug two has him squirming, has his thighs flexing, has him taking heavy and sharp breaths, has him releasing more pornographic moans that are louder than the sound of the donations.
all this has got you thinking that he could make good money from this if he were to start streaming on the site.
seems like heās got a fanbase waiting for him already, so why not?
you start to lap up the mess youāve made, your tongue licks long stripes from his balls to the flushed pink head and your throat swallows all of his creamy seed down, but this isnāt the last of it.
PUSSYGONECRAZY3 DONATED $30.00 - ONE MORE JUG!!
āplease.. i canāt..ā he whimpers, his hands frantically try and break out of the cuffs but its no use.
āyou will.ā
jug three isnāt so much of a jug of āmilkā.. rather a fountain of sorts, that squirts a long stream onto the bed and soils your bedsheets.
heās gone limp by this point, eyes that you canāt see have rolled to the back of his head and the handcuffs attached to the bed are carrying the entire weight of his arms.
2COCKBANDIT DONATED $19.00 - i think she killed him
ānnnnooppee.. stiill.. here.ā he creaks out, voice strained from all of the animalistic noises that came from him.
you pout at him with mock sympathy,āwhatās wrong? i thought you wanted this.. all those dono messages were lies then?ā
ānno.. neeverr.. wanā more..ā he says with a limp dick.
KN1234 DONATED $50.00 - carry on while he does his project work
project work? you never mentioned any project work..
PROFESSOR NANAMI?!
a/n : apologies for this lazy ass ending.. and for my writers block having me in a chokehold i hope this makes any sort of sense im afraid to proofread
HAI SNAIL ITS LYSE HERE!!! I wanna do a request for your pollen series, perhaps a little Bepo love for the winter season? Well, winter season where Iām at LOL
"I want to have you as me."
Masterlist Here, Pollen Masterlist here
Word Count: 3,200+
Synopsis: Arriving back on the Polar Tang after an away mission with your long-time crush has you dealing with consequences none had seen coming. Including your crush not behaving as sweet with you as you knew him to be.
Themes: Bepo x afab!gn!reader, monsterfucking - teratophilia, monster kink, mention of monster toys, friends to lovers, MDNI, smut, NSFW, 18+, first time sex together, oral (reader receiving), withheld orgasm, crying, knotting, scenting / smelling, creampie, fingering (reader receiving), squirting, orgasms, pollen fic (mutual pollen), fucking with feelings, budding romance, no use of y/n, reader is a heart pirate.
Notes: Was Bepo on the list? No. Did I write him anyway for my beautiful friend Lysie? Absolutely I did. I hope you enjoy!!
Despite the usually well manicured, plush, and decorated crew cabin quarters of the Heart Pirateās first mate, Bepoās linen bedsheets looked like they had been mauled and destroyed by a vicious animal loose and feral on deck. Feathers clung to Bepoās teeth, his pillows completely destroyed while his body mounted any surface it could find to grind his pointed red-tipped cock against.Ā
āMnnnghh-!ā Bepo managed to exhale a more mink-like moan amongst the feral huffing through his nose. His body responded by catching the tapered end of his cock against his bedsheets and painted them in glossy drops of precum that never seemed to end. Every moment his body chased the end closer, the further his bliss seemed to be from reaching its final climax. The bear-minkās tears cascaded down his cheeks while he tried to find a foothold on his own ecstasy, only managing to topple off the bed and bring his duvet down and on his lap.Ā
āNo,ā he whimpered, grinding the blankets on his cock while on his back, āNo, please!ā His cock caught on the indented welts of cotton-sewn ripples, only for his cries of bliss to turn into sobs of frustration. He rolled the material and his body onto the side and attempted to both grind and buck his body against the material, biting his lip and sobbing while nuzzling his muzzle into the material to hide his face.Ā
Bepoās cock continued to pulse around the bone extending from his mink cock and swelling the knot at his base to a firm and shiny bulb. All he could do was keep trying until his body would finally respond. His embarrassment as one of the decorated officers aboard the ship had him not seeking out the captain - the doctor - and his closest confidant. He was meant to do better, be better, than this.Ā
āPlease, please, please,ā Bepo panted into the blankets, āI need-!ā Bepoās hips turned more feral as he rut into the blanket with a returned vigorous and desperate intent. His cock dribbled, but that swollen knot still begged to fill a body and lock it in place while he bit their neck and claimed them as his. His sob ended in a thick yelp as his body continued to disappoint itself in its tireless and relentless pace ending in nothing but a whisper of relief dangling like a carrot on the end of a stick.Ā
The longer the polar bear-mink continued, the longer he came to realize that there was no end for him in sight. His lips were curled over his darkened gums and his voice was no longer remotely humanoid. His body shifted into a state closer to his form on the full moon, and yet his mind continued to attempt to plead with itself to sate its hunger into the linens instead of inflicting the madness on anyone else on the ship.Ā
Least of all you.
As soon as his mind even thought about you, his body jolted with an animalistic need further into the blankets until his lips began chanting your name between a call, a growl, and a cry for help.Ā
āI need you.āĀ
Washing your body of the petals and sticky residue of the plant matter you and Bepo managed to topple into on your away mission, you shook away a burning sensation wrapping around your heart and dampening your briefs. You shook away that feeling and fought a heated flush from pooling in your cheeks at the thought.Ā
āI must be ovulating or something,ā you spoke to yourself while lathering up your hands in the soaps and rinsing them off.Ā
āImpossible,ā you heard the voice of your captain crack through the silence like a whip. You jumped in place and shot him an accusatory stare at invading your privacy at the medical bay sink, only which spurred him on to shrug, āYouāre somewhere within the follicular phase.ā He turned the page of his notes and narrowed his eyes on a word before writing his own notes down beside it, āI track all of the crew to ensure youāre all at the peak of your health at all times. I also track Bepoās cycle with the lunar calendar to dictate how long we can remain submerged for.āĀ
āThatās a huge invasion of privacy, captain,ā you chuckled while drying your hands on the coarse, paper towel, āWhy track menstruation? Like, for real?ā Law shook his head and stood from his desk while gazing down at the plant specimen in the jar youād collected with Bepo.Ā
āBecause Iām your doctor, Iām your captain, and Iām your friend,ā he tapped the jar with the end of his pen, āAnd I care a great deal about the lot of you. And this,ā he tapped it once more, watching as the leaves and inner flowers released a golden-like dusting from the middle of the flower, āThis is an aphrodisiac. I should go and check on Bepo. He might be responding to it a little differently than you just getting wet.ā
āHey, uncalled for, Captain,ā you warned him, pointing your finger at his face and fighting back your laugh, āThatās not fair. Did you know what it was before you-?ā
āCaptain! We need you on the main deck!ā the commlink speakers screamed with Penguinās voice over the call, āEmergency!ā Law sighed and closed his notes before rolling his head on his shoulders and exhaling sharply.Ā
āCan you check on Bepo for me?ā he asked gently, āHe might just be sleeping. Mink-Folk are a little more immune to this stuff than humans, so he should be fine. If not, call me, okay?ā Law put his hat back on his head and straightened himself up as you let out a, āYou got it, boss,ā with a polite nod. As he left the office, you followed the well-trodden and memorized path to Bepoās quarters while you shifted on your feet uncomfortably.Ā
Bracing yourself against the door outside, you pressed your thighs awkwardly together to adjust yourself beneath the cream-colored boiler suit. You still felt that small amount of arousal sticking your briefs to your core, but ignored it for the sake of following orders. You mentally made a list of everything to do after checking on Bepo: āMake sure heās tucked in and safe, give him a little forehead kiss to make sure he has good dreams, try not to think about how much you like him while going back to your quarters, lock your door, get out your bullet vibe, knotted monster dildo, and enjoy your evening, wash up, go to sleep.āĀ
As you turned the door handle into Bepoās quarters, your well thought out plan immediately fell into the soupy quicksand of your shock. The debauchery you witnessed in the usually sweetly decorated room was enough to have you slam the door shut behind you and lock the door, trapping both you and your friend inside to avoid anyone else walking in. Bepoās hips were rolling and grinding into a destroyed duvet enough that you could see the red tip poking out from the other side. Your briefs immediately soaked themselves at witnessing his feral grunting and howling into the sheets, something you would come to punish yourself for later.Ā
āBepo?ā you call quietly, trying to avoid looking anywhere other than the way his hips sloppily continued rolling into the material, āItās me. Just me, big guy.ā You stepped closer, keeping your hand extended enough to reach down onto the floor and find his muzzle hidden within the top of the blankets. Bepoās face was hot, his eyes were red and as they would normally be in the lunar peak, but his lips quivered softly while you cupped his face. The softest call of your name whispered through his lips like a secret he wasnāt giving himself permission to tell.
āI canāt stop,ā he confessed, āI canāt stop. Whatās happening to me?ā You moved your head down and pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes and cupping his jowls against your face in a well-practiced embrace between the two of you.Ā
āThe mission we went on to the island, the plant-...ā you explained while the polar bear mink rolled onto all fours while in your embrace, ā...It was an aphrodisiac. Did you wash it off, honey bear?ā Bepo nodded into your touch, his face still sweet beneath its larger and more feral growth. His extended canines were enough to strike fear into the heart of those who didnāt know him, but you knew him better. Bepoās paws moved to your hips, dragging you down closer to his form while his nostrils flared while learning your scent.Ā
āIt affected you too,ā his voice growled, āI can smell it on you.ā His claws embedded in your boiler suit and punctured the material, āI c-canāt stop myself. I need y-you.ā You nodded and moved your hands from his face to the zipper at your collar, gliding the zip down your torso and ending it at the bottom of your belly. Bepo helped as much as he could to remove the material from your smaller form, but his enormity hindered more than it helped.Ā
āI washed it off me, but it⦠Iā¦ā your face grew hot while your body continued to wallow in the arousal manufactured by the pollen on your skin and that feral tint in your friendās eyes, ā...I think Iām still⦠Itā¦ā You couldnāt focus on your words as your layers were peeled away from your skin.Ā
Immediately, as soon as your bare cunt was exposed, Bepoās face was positioned right at your pelvis and lapping at your arousal like it was ambrosia from the gods. His muzzle huffed your scent while his lengthy tongue curled its way around your body. His hips never stopped rolling into the bedding, only now he focussed on your bliss as his anchor rather than finding it himself. Your peak was pummelled from your body almost immediately, causing your eyes to fearfully gaze down at Bepo while your lips contorted in a choked, whimpering moan.Ā
And as hastily as it came to you.
It fled from your body before it had a chance to topple over.Ā
āWhatās happening!ā you cried in frustration while your hips slowly began rocking into Bepoās face. Your arousal painted your thighs and mixed with his saliva, all of which stuck to your cunt in stringy strands of glossy heat. Bepo continued to lap at you before he pushed himself away from you and licked a thick trail from your cunt up to your chest.Ā
āI know. I know, I know, I know. I'm sorry,ā he whispered in a soft whimper, āIāve been trying this as soon as I got back. I-I-I canāt seem to get there.ā His cock found your leg and slowly scraped your skin until his tip lined up with your core, āC-Can I p-put it in? Just the-... Just the tip? I donāt want to hurt you, b-but I canāt shift back fr-from this shape to m-make it⦠Smaller.ā You whined and moved your hips down, slowly trying to sink yourself down onto his cock despite your position beneath him.Ā
Bepo growled and moved his head up to your shoulder, grounding himself by sniffing along your skin to mark your scent to memory. He brushed his collar up against you, the longer fur tickling your skin while his red tip slowly attempted to push its way inside you. You couldnāt find the words to speak, only feeling your friend and long time crush lose more of his sweet nature and focus it entirely on his restraint.Ā
āBepo, please,ā you whimpered while hooking your arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips, āI can take it. I can, I promise. I can, I can, I can.ā You attempted to move down his cock, only halting as Bepo flipped you easily onto your belly and pushed your thighs together while straddling your body from behind, "I've been practicing by myself. I promise I can take it." He slowly pressed his red tip between your glossy folds while your head turned to the side. His hands moved from your hips to grapple each arm and hold them both in a firm grip at the small of your back in one hand.Ā
Bepo couldnāt stop now. His cock pressed in, the thick bone in his monstrous cock firming around the swelling muscle and forcing it to remain stiff while he slid it into your heat. As he pushed in, you felt your body scream while accommodating his large girth. The sweet man you fell for was absent, and in its place was a beast holding you firm as if he was going to have you ripped away from him at any moment.Ā
As he bottomed out, the swollen knot at his base kissed your slit. He set a pace slow but firm enough to force the air out of your body at every in thrust. As he continued rutting into you, your body ignited in a heat you hadnāt felt before. Not with another partner, not with your hands or your mechanisms, but the heat of something that felt as if he was made for you. Your body molded to his shape, arousal coating you and him thickly while he continued to steadily grow his pace.Ā
Bepoās breathing turned into feral, guttural panting while you angled your hips up enough to feel his cock slide behind your cervix in a way that accommodated for him in a way that almost seemed practiced. His muzzle moved to your neck and bit at you, causing your cunt to grip him and lips to curl into a soft āOā. He moved harder, faster, and in a rhythm that spurred him to that peak that alluded him so much earlier.Ā
āB-Bepo, bite me,ā you cried softly, āBite me. I need you to bite me. Claim me, I'm yours,ā Your body knit its belly in a coiled spool while you felt his knot punching at your slit like a landlord with rent overdue for payment. Bepoās teeth grazed your neck and slowly sank down into your flesh while you moved your hips back onto his knot. As the bulbous mass slowly slid inside your cunt, your walls gripped him like a vice that immediately had both of you toppling over the edge.Ā
Bepo roared your name in a muffled growl while he bounced your body on his knot. His body flooded you in creamy ropes of viscous ecstasy, painting you in patterns of his own artistic design. Your eyes rolled into your head and jaw locked in a permanent, contorted scream that held no sound: just pleasure. Your body had never felt so full in its life, and your soul felt as if it was melting and forming into something new at every frothy pummel of Bepoās cock filling you.Ā
āItās just the aphrodisiac,ā you told yourself while coming down from your high, āThis wouldnāt be happening if you both werenāt affected by the aphrodisiac.ā You felt Bepo shift behind you, his body melting away from its larger form and shrinking into his usual self. His knot remained swollen inside you, moving you both onto your sides and slowly, languidly lapping at the bite on your shoulder.Ā
Before you could stop it from happening, the doubt coaxed a choked sob in the afterglow - one Bepo didnāt seem to miss. He couldnāt tell what you were thinking, or how you were feeling after he fucked his knot inside you, so he immediately moved into the defensive. His hand moved to your belly, feeling the tip of his cock still swollen inside your gut while his knot remained solid and inflated. He stroked your belly with his thumb and began kissing and licking at your skin.Ā
Your sobs became soft sniffles and a gentle smile the longer Bepo sweetly took care of you within the feathery mess of his ruined crew quarters. Before either of you knew what was happening, the hand that was on your belly moved down to between your legs and slowly slid between your glossy folds to find your clit.Ā
āI had a crush on you for the longest time,ā he admitted bashfully while his fingers located your clitoral hood and pearly bud with expert precision, āIāve been w-wanting to ask you out for a while.ā Your body arched into his back, still full of his cock while his fingers slowly drew circles against your clit. āI was going to ask you out when we were on our away mission together, but⦠We kind of⦠Fell⦠I-Into the banks and found what we were looking for before that happened.āĀ
āI-It did h-happen quite fast, oh fuck,ā you whined, parting your legs a little more to give him more exposure to your core, āY-You donāt have to do this. Itās o-okay. I finished, and so di-... shit⦠You. So did you.ā Bepo giggled into your neck and continued lapping at you while his fingers met their mark.Ā
āI want to have you as me. I want to make you cum as me,ā he admitted softly, āNot as what I was before. Just while we wait for the knot to go down.ā He shifted from rolling your clit to an up and down movement, one that felt more intense than that gentle shudder. You felt euphoria begin to build, all while Bepo continued gently cooing at you from behind. He managed to bounce you a little on what motion he had of his cock hooked inside you, all while his fingers shifted to chase that pitched whine you wailed for him in a way he liked.
āB-Bepo Iām going t-to-! Youāre going to make me-! I canāt-!ā you cried, thick tears moving down your cheeks while Bepo continued building your intensity as easily as breathing. He moved his teeth over the mark he dented into your skin, casting a mold over them with his teeth now blunter than before, but no less threatening. He bit you, your body responding immediately by arching into his arms and gushing with ecstasy seeping through your pores.Ā
āI love you,ā he muffled, āI love you so much. Youāre so beautiful. Please be my mate. Iāll treat you so well, I promise.ā His confession fell on deaf ears while your body was navigated through the second largest orgasm of your life, the first being the one you shared with him moments prior. Despite it being lesser than the one you just experienced, your body began to shake in his arms while your toes curled by Bepoās side.Ā
Bepo chuckled while you slowly came down from your high and grew limp in his arms. He moved his hand away from your cunt and back to your belly above the bulge. Kissing you softly on the cheek, he nuzzled his body against you while the effects of the aphrodisiac completely left him. Although you couldnāt confess in return to him, he felt your love in the way you simply melted into his arms.Ā
Cradling you against his body and waited for his knot to go down before he ensured you were comfortable enough in his pile of mess, moving you to what was left of his bed and snuggling against you. His love was showcased in his care for you, and in the way his eyes gazed at you as if you held all of the answers to the universe. He loved you, and when you both woke in the morning, you ensured he knew just how much you loved him in return.Ā
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Satoru Gojo is many things: charismatic, loud, outgoing, and more. His place in the world was set from birth, a clan leader holding both the Six Eyes and Limtless. The world around him overwhelmed every sense he had. And yet he found quiet and calm with you.
You were in a transfer who had joined Nanamiās grade, telling Gojo off for picking on Ijichi, calling out his bullshit without a single silver of favorisitm. Perhaps it was the theory opposite attracts, or maybe it was how the days felt slower and longer when he wasn't around.
When you slowly slipped your hands together one day, it felt like it was natural and meant to be. Just two boys who became men and found something they needed in someone they didn't expect.
Or so he thought.
Gojo laid on his back in your bed, clothes were discarded hours ago, his blindfold was hanging on the lamp, your boxers were on the inside door handle; the scene painted the passionate encounter that ended a mere 30 minutes ago. You were staring at him, having thrown on an old t-shirt and setting water on the nightstand before sliding back under the thin sheets. The comforter wasā¦probably on the floor.
Gojo turned over, curling around you, burying his face into your neck. You slowly laced on hand into his hair and scratched soothing circles into his scalp.
"What's on your mind Princess? You seem..quiet, and that's a very odd thing coming from a man who once laughed so hard and go high he shattered Nanami's glasses once."
Gojo pulled back, his eyes looking to the side before you grabbed his cheeks and forced eye contact. "You'll think it's stupid."
"Satoru, I just my had dick in your ass and then you had me blow you; I think you can trust me with your stupid."
Gojo slowly sat up, prompting you to sit up in bed. He looked serious, downcast and lost in thought. His hands were laced together, like he was trying to come to terms with something he had never addressed before, or something that'd been repressed too much to be silenced anymore.
"Am I too much for you?" Gojo whispered. "Am I too loud, too childish, too..overstimulating? Am I justā¦too much to be just enough?"
You looked at him. The same man who shouted his entire vocal range into karaoke was worried he was too loud. The man who was devoted and lived clinging to the youth that he didn't truly have and that was filled with heartache from friends worried he was too child-like. The man who you surprised with a bouquet of pressed flowers that all matched his eyes was worried he wasn't enough for you.
"Satoruā¦You're perfect for me."
"But I can't be. I'm way too intenseā"
"I like your passionate nature."
"And I can't be seriousā"
"You help lighten the mood of days my world feels too grey."
"I probably overstimulate to the sound of my voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard." Gojo lamented before flopping back, his head hitting the pillow, his arms thrown wherever and the sheets having stayed pooled at his hips. "I told you, it's stupid. I'm supposed to be the strongest and here I am feeling like I'm separated from everything in a way I can't control; that I am just too much."
You rolled onto him, your hips straddling his. Immediately his body started to react as did yours; feeling him twitch under you.
"Satoru." You reached out and titled his chin to look at you. "Why do I stay..no, why do I love you? Genuinely love you."
"I really hope my body is up there in reasons or this will be the fastest erection I lose this week."
"Satoru."
"..No, I don't know. You could have anyone: man, woman, or anyone in between. Someone who could give you everything you could ever need."
"What I need is you." You said, your gaze softening and a smile gracing your lips. "I need someone loud to tell workers off for getting my orders wrong. I need a man who smothers me in so much attention that I don't doubt for a second that they love me. I need someone who makes me remember to live and be childish for a second, to enjoy anything that makes me happy. And that person I need is you."
Gojo's face had morphed into a pout, his eyes were a little wet.
"I hate that you and your words." Gojo grumbled, before his pupils widened when your reached behind you and that smile became a smirk. His eyes were that focused and intense look you could never not want.
"I think I need to show you exactly how you make me feel, what you make me want, inside and out."
Gojo's pout quirked up into a smirk, the seemly serious and insecure atmosphere broken up by the redirect and comfort. "Careful, I have been told I'm overstimulating. I'm problaly the world's strongest and most overstimulating boyfriend to any human."
You leaned down, your lips grazing against his. He was smiling with wide eyes and if he had a tail, it would've been wagging. "That's the fun part Satoruā¦I like being overstimulated if itās by you."
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