#stars in a jar au

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

i know it in my wee little heart that crowley and aziraphale spent their first new years after armageddon stargazing at tadfield airbase. good for them. good for them

#i'd explain why but im tired. its for multiple reasons actually. thematic and sappy reasons #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable spouses #stars in a jar au

[graviitron]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence 

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) 

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), assorted human assholes 

Additional Tags: Post-Scene: Kingdom of Wessex 537 AD (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages (Good Omens), Dungeon, Captivity, Isolation, Torture, Whump, Graphic Description of Corpses, Angel Healing, Wings, Burns, Branding, Prayer, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Holy Water (Good Omens), Sleep Deprivation, Aziraphale to the Rescue (Good Omens), Hurt Crowley (Good Omens), Angry Aziraphale (Good Omens), Horses Hate Crowley And Crowley Hates Horses (Even While Dying), the quote “you came” “you called” but literal, Whumptober 2023 

Summary:

Crowley hadn’t meant to get captured and outed as a demon of Hell. Not exactly, at least. All he ever did was act a bit curious. Wanted to answer a few questions. For example: where in the Heaven did these humans get so much holy water from? Before long, his gooey remains would be smeared all over his new grimy dungeon.

However, he doubts that notion will ever come true. They were having far too much fun with him.

(Or; Crowley gets trapped in a holy-proofed dungeon full of other dead humans in 537 A.D. Aziraphale is, as it turns out, his only means of escape. This causes things.)

one day late but WHATEVERRRRRRRRRRRR hi hi hi whumptober entry!!!! more stars in a jar au. also one of my whumpier entries yet, AND in the top three of Whump in general. enjoy…. 

#whumptober2023 #no.14 #no.10 #no.11 #captivity #”Just hold on.” #”Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” #good omens #fic #isolation tw #torture tw #religion tw #maniac writing #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #stars in a jar au

[direwolfrules]

Some more scenarios I would want in a Star Wars What If? series:

Confirmed Korkie Kenobi (because the only place this would get confirmed would be an alternate universe)

Instead of the Children of the Watch Din gets rescued by the Nite Owls

Obi-Wan falls to the Dark after Satine’s death

Obi-Wan falls to the Dark after Qui-Gon’s death

Obi-Wan as someone else’s padawan

Marshal Commander Fox of the 7th Sky Corps and Commander Cody of the Coruscant Guard

Anakin believes Fives about the chips (their existence, not the Chancellor being behind them)

Qui-Gon survives Naboo

Secret Rebel from the beginning Ursa Wren

Sidious dies from Dark Side corruption before he can enact his plan.

Coleman Trebor manages to defeat Dooku at Geonosis

Sar Labooda survives Geonosis (let baby Caleb have an aunt dammit!)

Sabine actually manages to destroy all the data on the Duchess the first time

Ezra’s second lightsaber is also a gunsaber

Dooku chickens out before he can kill Sifo-Dyas

Jango Fett survives Geonosis

The New Mandalorians are an actual entity in Rebels

Kanan realizes Leia’s Force-sensitive during “A Princess on Lothal”

The detonator remote works at Rishi base

Fives is the one blown up at the Citadel while Echo gets away

Someone other than Chopper follows Ezra to Tatooine

Crosshair’s chip malfunctions like the rest of the Batch

A different Bad Batcher’s chip activates

Force-Sensitive Jar Jar Binks

Mother Talzin makes a deal with the Jedi instead of the Sith

Marshal Commander Rex of the 7th Sky Corps and Captain Cody of the 501st

Bariss gets caught before she can successfully frame Ahsoka

The Death Star malfunctions upon its first full-power firing (Alderaan).

#star wars #star wars au #korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #obi wan kenobi #din djarin #nite owls #sabine wren #ezra bridger #count dooku #bariss offee #jango fett #kanan jarrus #jar jar binks #mother talzin #the bad batch #crosshair #leia organa #qui gon jinn #clone trooper fives #domino squad #coleman trebor #sar labooda #captain rex #commander cody #commander fox #anakin skywalker #satine kryze #ursa wren #clone trooper echo

[frogonamelon]

It's that time of year again where it gets a little warmer and I remember that Amphibia is a show I very much enjoy thinking about. Have some Anne outfits, as a treat <3

If you would like to see what aspect of headcanon/ au worldbuilding had consumed my consciousness like a pestering maggot, feel free to continue below.

Hello! Welcome to I focus on researching one very specific detail until I burn out!

My entire day has been consumed by figuring out how Amphibia's farming works. Like... amphibians are carnivores why do they have farms?

Well, I'll tell you why! The Plantars grow animal feed for predominantly crickets but also others such as silkworms, spiders, snails, etc. They grow produce like cabbage, mushrooms, parsnips, potatoes, dandelions, and turnips as well as heartfruit, a fruit not found on Earth.

In the past, the original amphibian hunter/gatherer societies found that mealworms were attracted to fallen heartfruit, among others. They began to use this knowledge to make traps and eventually began both containing the worms as well as growing the fruit.

Despite mealworms historical prominence in the farming and feeding of Amphibia, crickets are more popular nowadays due to their higher levels of protein. They also began growing a larger variety of produce to further increase efficiency.

Heartfruit is a kind of tree grown fruit with the color of a raspberry, size of a kumquat, and shape of a peach (hence the name). The Plantar's orchard is the only producer of this fruit as its traditionally significant but not necessary for frog kind. They are Anne's personal favorite of the Plantar's produce, being chalk full of nutrients and somehow feels nostalgic to her.

Speaking of Anne, she survives mostly on the Plantar's produce along with cricket meat (knowing that she can at least eat crickets).

After discovering that the amphibians hibernate, she begins to plant pole beans, blueberries, elderberries, and other produce and herbs in her greenhouse to cultivate while she forages and stockpiles for winter. She preps and stores wild rice, pecans, and sunflower seeds (discovered through trial and error). She keeps spare root veggies and other product in the basement. The Plantars help her do this, once they understand the situation, drying heartfruit and salting and smoking fish as well as making jerky out of bugs that they know she can have.

Anne's gonna learn to survive, even if the first winter is especially hard.

#Not my usual content but I love her and this au so much <3 #amphibia #4 Stars Au #I've done the research for what Anne would grow and eat no less than four times and it comes out vastly different each time. #Researching what grows in swamps + what frogs eat + what bugs humans can have + what the plantars grow + ... #farmer anne #trans anne boonchy my beloved #I could not find a suitable place for this but a different farm grows spirulina (a freshwater algae) for tadpoles. Anne will also eat this. #They are sold in jars (like baby food) #This whole au is about emphasizing the differences between humans and amphibians #Anne is warmblooded? Must prepare for winter #Can't live on an amphibian's diet? Eat animal feed and forage #Sasha is more resistant to the harsh climate of the mountains as well as to dangerous substances like citris and salt #She eats orange slices as a power play is all I'm saying #Marcy ends up being the first to truly research Amphibia's oceans because she can acturally survive touching the sea #Desi (4th star) is called the 'Sunchild' for a reason #Can't breathe underwater? Learn magic #anne boonchuy #plantar family

[kitnita]

roundin' third, he was headed for home, it was a brown-eyed handsome man.

#i don't CARE if pitchcom means catchers don't need to actually sign much anymore #this is my dumb baseball au & i'll paint jake's nails if i want to #also while i had the line art & their skin and hair all colored up i DID go in & make texas rangers versions of them #as inspo/pre-companion pieces for my eventual baseball au #so those also exist fully formed if anyone wants to see them #re: poses i referenced jarred kelenic for robo & adley rutschman for otter. robo's hair referenced from watching his many damp postgames #click for details & higher quality etc etc etc #fanart #hockey #stars #dallas stars #jason robertson #jake oettinger #z:art

[mearchy]

Concept. Prequels King Lear AU where Palpatine is deciding who gets his training/Sith legacy/future Sith Empire. Dooku is Goneril, Maul is Cordelia. Maybe Anakin is Regan idk. Changes to plot as necessary, I don’t feel like it would have to be super faithful. Just amused by Palpatine traveling from land to land throwing tantrums and being followed by the Fool (Jar Jar Binks obviously). what do we think chat

#jar jar binks is truly the quintessential fool #prequel era #headcanon #palpatine #dooku #maul #jar jar binks #headcanons #star wars au #tcw #star wars #star wars headcanons #anakin

[tickle-bugs]

hi so. uhm. I know requests are closed but I have bad memory problems and know I probably won't remember this if I don't send it in now so I'm just leaving this here for you to find later. again, apologies. blame my stupid brain jaja. anyway yeah uh sorry this is so long now its awkward uh I just wanted some kylo ren headcanons please? he's my favorite and there's literally 0 tickle content of him anywhere so I'd really appreciate it. <3

hey there! i accept headcanon requests pretty much always (so long as they're in one of my current fandoms), but prompt requests for fics are closed. so you're good! im also team memory problems. it's part of why i'm away from here so often. so i empathize <3

let's assume this is a zuko-esque au where they rehab Ben like a particularly troublesome shelter cat and he's able to regain the trust of everyone else. Like Finn's arc but more hardcore considering *gestures to Kylo's backstory lol*. HCs under the cut!

okay first off...he has a really nice smile. when he smiles with his teeth, his eyes crinkle at the corners. his whole face warms and he kinda ducks his head. naturally this means he would rather be executed than ever allow a living soul to see it

his laugh sneaks up on him. he's all about maintaining control and composure but unfettered joy always just blows past his defenses. He's a "HA!" and then silent, muffled laughter kinda guy <3

idk why but i feel in my spirit that if he giggles, he hiccups. its rare for him to giggle but i think he gets stuck in it and its cute.

part one of ben rehabilitation project: getting this guy some normal clothes. he starts dressing more casually. he's still like an awkward, angry duckling, but he seems much more approachable. He washes his hair (poe sources good curl care for him to get some volume back in that mop)

For the first while of defecting to the Resistance, he's sorta a dark shadow. Doesn't talk, doesn't leave his room, etc. But as he does start to follow Finn, Poe, and Rey around, he does notice their closeness. The casual touch. He envies it.

It takes a little while, but slowly Rey starts including him in on jokes. Finn and Poe are slower to forgive, often making jokes at his expense, but...Ben's treacherous flares of temper start to subside. He gets used to quietly listening and smiling but knows better than to assume he's included. Shadowing them becomes a gift.

Ben's not sure when Poe and Finn start talking to him and acknowledging he's there, but he absolutely does notice Poe jabbing him in the ribs for not 'paying attention'. He passes it off as being startled but he can feel Rey's mind hovering at the edge of his own, keen as ever, like Ben Solo I Know What You Are (ticklish)

Finn, Poe, and Rey deliberate for a week about how exactly to go about this (Ben gets cagey. why are they whispering?) and eventually Poe is just like. look. i've got credits on this. you ticklish?

i am team 'Ben goes completely red when flustered'. just top to bottom imperial red. Poe asks him this and he turns into a fucking tomato. gives the world's most unconvincing no. and it is Rey who (very gently) proves him wrong, thus opening the floodgates to bully him over time.

Ben gets used to Poe's arms thrown over his shoulders, Finn leaning on him, or Rey tucking herself into his side. He literally never gets used to the tickling fingers seeking softness he thought he'd long crushed away

he gets very good at paying attention to a briefing while slapping way/wrestling with Finn, Poe, AND Rey's hands. laser focused.

Ben is usually a teasing voice on the sidelines when the trio gets up to tickly shenanigans, but i am a HUGE fan of Poe getting comfy and talking shit and Ben just looping his arms under Poe's and holding him for Finn and Rey to go to town. To win Ben's favor is to win a tickle fight. Finn is very good at this. Ben sides with him bc its the funniest option (and Poe's dramatic, betrayed gasps are the best).

He is so good at reading people and so specific in teasing. Such a scary ler but also very funny? He's very deadpan and witty. It's always unexpected. his parents really shine thru in him when he's up to mischief

Rey and Ben engage in long distance Force warfare that literally always ends in one of them slumped against the wall giggling. Finn learns to manipulate the Force and things get wild lol

Ben's palms are ticklish. I know this to be true.

He is fucking impossible to take down. Finn, Rey, and Poe have to tactically coordinate to ambush him. He's got a sixth sense for their bullshit. But! once he goes down he just kinda deflates. One person is the designated 'hold Ben's wrists' guy bc he always tries to hide his face

big fan of Ben giving Rey piggyback rides. Rey is a spider monkey to me. 50/50 Ben starts tickling her knees or Rey starts tickling his ears and they both collapse

love the idea of these four always being physically connected. esp since Ben is the tallest (i think). hes taking a nap and the trio just panini presses him into the mattress. their dogpiles always end in laughter or the best fucking naps ever. sometimes both

#i wish kylo had been written better bc i find his concept rly interesting #but that is what this blog is for!! i missed these bbs #i dont think i've actually written anything for him before either! fun exercise #i am v anti-reylo so please don't tag this as such or put this on reylo blogs!! i pinky promise i will block you. #it is fun putting him in the zuko jar and considering what he'd be like if he defected/in a normal au #ive been in my anakin feels lately so this was fun #my headcanons #star wars #ticklish!kylo ren #ticklish!ben solo #kylo ren #ben solo #finn #poe dameron #rey

[symphoniesoutofsilence]

Something that came to mind this morning that I'm really enjoying thinking about:

A sequel trilogy modern AU where all the main characters are just normal kids, about 8 years old or so, and Star Wars isn't real, or even a franchise, just a fun, nonsensical game of make believe played after school and on the weekends.

The story's pretty similar: Rey, an unimportant but determined young girl and her best friends, Poe (the best aerial ace of his time purely because he likes jumping off the swingset to do his "daring feats"), Finn (a kind-hearted escapee from the dark side who's up for anything, but needs to be home at 6 every day for dinner), and Rose (a mechanic with a rebellious streak--and the best dodgeball player in the third grade) are fighting against the nefarious Kylo Ren (played by Ben Solo in a too-big black jacket that his grandfather gave him for when he got older) and his right hand man, General Hux (who's usually less worried about military strategies than he is about Rose and Poe breaking another lamp).

Others get dragged in sometimes too--Han got brought in on a rainy afternoon only to be killed off by his own son (which he still gripes about), Ben's uncle Luke helps "train" Finn and Rey in saber fighting (consisting of kitchen utensils and the occasional broom handle) whenever he's visiting, and Ben's down-the-street neighbors sometimes make appearances as Liutenant Mitaka and Captain Phasma, which is always fun because then the sides are tied!--but usually it's just those six.

The questionable plot choices of the movies are a bit more excusable (and to me, almost endearing) in this case because they're just kids having fun!! Usually Kylo Ren is the Big Bad, but some days he wants to be a good guy too! In those cases, he plays as the redeemed Ben Solo (and by that count, Hux turns good too, because it's no fun being evil alone), and they all team up against the true enemy, the murderous Emperor Snoke (a very large, hairy, and friendly dog actually named Jar Jar who belongs to Mr. Kenobi, the friendly old guy next door). Hux got a set of walkie talkies for his birthday and became a "spy" for the weekend after he used them to help the others to escape Kylo Ren's lair (Ben wouldn't talk to him at school the next day lol). Luke Skywalker is a grumpy, jaded old man who's become disillusioned with the great war between light and darkness and would rather watch the world wither away from his isolated island--yes, uncle Luke, we know you're not really like that, but Ben and Hux say we'd have too much help and it'd be unfair if you were nice. Pleeeeaaaase?

Just,,,kids having fun :)

#star wars #star wars headcanons #star wars au #star wars alternate universe #star wars sequel trilogy #rey sw #finn star wars #poe dameron #rose tico #armitage hux #han solo #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #jar jar binks #star wars crack #Just felt nostalgic for the good ol days of playing silly little games of pretend around the neighborhood :) #...did you see the force sensitive Finn hc I slipped in there #Feel free to ask me more about this #I have so much more to say than I can put in a post XD

[gierosajie]

No...no don't tell me I'm having an entire comic idea for the Madoka au...please I have finals-

#bleep bloop #BEING BLASTED WITH SCENES RN #VENTI STARTING A PAPER STAR JAR FOR THE 7 ONLY FOR IT TO NEVER GET FILLED #MAKOTO WITH THE FREAKIN. FRILLY SOCKS #RUKKHA EXCITEDLY TALKING ABOUT GETTING A BABY SISTER #VEN AND VEN HAVING LUNCH AT THE ROOF #EVERYTHING SLOWLY FALLING APART- #genshin madoka au

[ewerinreverse]

#ffxiv #gposers #ffxiv au ra #ffxiv screenies #jar: ryuhiko #ffxiv oc #jar post #i think this is the outfit for a honkai star rail character... i dont know the game but it's very cute on him so #shoutout liabilitymods fr for having afab tbse-x bottoms. saving my life every day

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

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hi hi hi I hope I am approachable. i am august, he/him but sometimes they/them, and I talk about things (in the tags, though there may be an original post here or there). insane about good omens, likes gravity falls a totally normal amount, and if you made something and I liked it is 99.9% likely I’ve shoved it in my very cluttered queue. apparently an editor as well a fic writer now? inbox is forever fully open, though DMs aren't (for the public--mutuals can 100% dm! i reserve the right to be awkward however) and tumblr is my dopamine machine. I really like writing, reading, reccing, and talking :)

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tagging system

i tag just the fandom and maybe the characters for my posts, though I do go all out for the writing updates. but i also have some unique tags, for the interested...

be heard - personal posts

hath are perceived - answered asks

maniac writing - fic updates/posts

maniac edits - one of my edits

maniac chicken scratch - my rare art 🔥

the guys (with a z!) - talking with the mutuals and happy interactions i have with other people <3

tag game - speaks for itself

ask game - also speaks for itself

dumped on my porch - posts where I’m tagged in (not a tag game)

add it to the bible - resources im saving ✨️

daily affirmations - also also speaks for itself

you said queue me (and you did) - queue tag! (for the gravity falls people: s2ep04 of Good Omens, The Hitchhiker)

anddd i have tags for my fic aus! here they are:

good omens

stars in a jar au - a ‘crowley moves into the bookshop post-s1’ au, but with canon compliant misunderstandings and pain first. a dear of mine ♥️

in a west-end town - a ‘the 1941 bullet catch goes wrong’ fic, where shit happens

iceburg adventures - a ‘crowley and aziraphale on the titanic’ fic, full retell, for my beloved mutual/friend @/frappe-the-peppermint. hi!

gravity falls

when life tases you down - a fic where ford learns about the “never mind all that” act the hard way, and he takes the town to court. angst ensues

dimension 18'\ - an au where ford is grievously injured into the fight with bill before ATOTS, and all the snowballing thereafter. currently on part two!

#pinned post #fandom tags ive posted in: #good omens #gravity falls #custom tags: #reblog #self-reblog #be heard #hath are perceived #maniac writing #maniac edits #maniac chicken scratch #the guys (with a z!) #tag game #ask game #dumped on my porch #you said queue me (and you did) #add it to the bible #daily affirmations #fic tags: #stars in a jar au #in a west-end town #iceburg adventures #when life tases you down #dimension 18’\

[graviitron]

Chapters: 3/20

Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

Series: Part 1 of Stars in a Mason Jar (shake them round, see where they fall)

Summary:

Crowley has been replaced and kicked out of his flat earlier than expected of Hell. It never occurs to him that there’s a perfectly fine bed up in the bookshop, and he honestly never thinks to mention the situation to the angel at all. Aziraphale has things to say about this—and is willing to go to drastic measures if it means keeping Crowley off of the newly demon-ridden streets and in his line of sight after the Armageddon-that-didn’t. (And maybe really talk to each other, if there’s any time.)

—————

or; post season 1/post-book au. aziraphale is not entirely oblivious to crowley’s homelessness situation and his jane austin inspired plan to get crowley to move into the bookshop backfires Dearly, spurring into romcom shenanigans with a side of anguish. also this turned into a romcom somehow. damn

WOW i underestimated that footnotes feature. i'll cut more next time.. trying out without all the information this time too.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anathema device #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #fanfic #AU #fic update #stars in a jar au #you can tell i want people to see this from the sheer amount of tags here. not my usual style but DEDICATION #nightmares #fire #cw nightmares #cw fire

[my-jacket-suits-you]

Shut up, Jar-Jar. I see you and your Sith ways.

#jar jar binks #attack of the clones #star wars prequels #star wars rewatch #sith jar jar au

[puppys-shitty-au-ideas]

Star Wars AU but everybody talks like jar jar binks

#star wars #jar jar binks #shitty au idea

[bittyfromquotev]

Star gets a bit bold, snaking their arms around Moon's waist from behind and nuzzling their head in between his shoulder and whispering, "I love you Moon~♡"

Moon holds his head with one hand, preventing another glitch. He wraps the other one around Star’s body, smiling. He’s visibly flustered. He laughs with a smile, picking her up and holding her body close to his metal one. He plants a soft kiss on her cheek and whispers it back.

#q is dead #from the bitty jar #au #oc #the bitty has been yoinked (ask tag) #sds #sds au #sds moon #Moon and Star sds #superstar daycare secrets #tsams #tsams au #sams au #sams #sams moon

[seraphdreams]

SMILE, YOU'RE ON CAMERA. | YUUTA OKKOTSU.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. when taking care of your university finances proves troublesome, the universe grants you your very own savior. but it’s gonna cost you.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. smut, college au!yuuta / bimbo reader (obvi), filming, lots of porn references… a lot, virginity loss, praise, oral n fingering, slight obsession, pussydrunk yuuta, unprotected love making, yuuta’s rich and unsettling. mdni <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 5.3k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! omg, yuuta? i meant to have this out a few weeks ago but got caught in a little writing slump :( nevertheless, here’s to a new year and a new fic! yuuta’s been slowly creeping his way up my favs list , tehe !! as always, please reblog / comment if you enjoyed this , it’ll fill me with joy. thank u ♡

you’re a pornstar.

albeit, an amateur one with heaps to learn regarding the ruthless industry, but the weight still stands.

the details in which you came to the jarring conclusion were muddled with the convoluted steps that it took for you to get there, murky in your bubblegum-filled mind. all you knew was that yuuta okkotsu was a force, a gentle one, to be reckoned with.

it must’ve played out once you returned to your campus dorm beyond the dusk of midnight, under an unmitigating fatigue from the twelve hour waitressing shift just prior. through abhorrent patrons and the lack of a spendable paycheck, the excruciatingly long night barely made you enough money to even think about buying those dollish pumps you’ve been yearning for. how cruel.

in between working and haphazardly handing your earnings over to university fees and textbooks, you just couldn’t seem to make ends meet.

you would curse the day you took it upon yourself to branch away financially from your parents under the guise of growing up, since now it’d be a blessing to have even a cellphone bill paid off. whatever the issue seemed to be, lady luck was truly never bothered enough to be on your side.

fortunately for you, though, it was that same arduous night, you had been huddled against your stuffed animals in bed, mindlessly scrolling through the various social media apps on your phone; switching from sites like instagram and twitter to youtube then right back to instagram all over again, only to be met with an offer dusted in pink glitter that caught your eye as if it were made for you.

“stars needed — will pay upfront.”

it was a shoddy story post, one that could be clicked past and forgotten forever — yet, a brisk reminder of your situation in the form of borrowed, used textbooks with pages missing or vandalized, and today’s horoscope that said to take risks; you did exactly that, aiming a swipe up that would ultimately rid you of the worries of yesterday.

there were no reasons as to why you couldn’t be a star. certainly, you had the face for it, and you were told by multiple charmers that you were beyond beguiling to get anything you could ever ask for. what dismay could possibly unfold from contacting .. yuuta okkotsu .. about his offer?

hm, that’s funny. the name rang familiarity as it seeded in your mind.

must be one of yuuji’s friends.

itadori yuuji, your best friend of three years now. out of all the time you’d spent together, you came to realize that he could get along with anyone, despite their true intentions. he spoke highly of his friends as well, which earned him a sacred spot in your heart that couldn’t be replaced by anyone.

itadori had briefly mentioned in a ramen-fueled frenzy that one of his peers were “so insanely talented” and that you’d definitely get on with him. but when you asked for validity on that vague claim, all yuuji seemed to respond with was a mere “just meet him, you’ll see.”

from your recollection, the acquaintance he was boasting about, as if it was his own personal victory, was none other than your yuuta okkotsu. he was meek, stuck to a close-knit friend group consisting of maki and toge from your physics class, and the one time you ever spoke to him was to ask about yuuji’s whereabouts, to which he responded that he went back to his dorm after gojo-sensei’s lecture.

he seemed, normal. average, even. that surely had to be the case since your memory was hazy on his being otherwise.

it was true, though, yuuta was gifted. in a way that transcended words, skillful towards visual aesthetics, and careful with the craft. he would spend most of his freetime fumbling with a camera or recording the works of the mundane. overtly, he’d grown such a strong passion in the field of videography in hopes to capture the reality of humanity, the authenticity within intimacy — what could he possibly need a “star” for?

shadiness aside, you were in a tough spot, willing to do whatever to free yourself from the financial burden that was jujutsu technical university. with a swift swipe in tandem with the soft tapping of the pads of your thumbs on the keyboard, you were taking yuuta up on his offer.

within seconds, he responded back with his address and an appropriate meet-up date to start the project.

if only you were aware of how drastically your life would change from here on out.

a cluster of days had passed since you last got into contact with yuuta. he had told you to meet him at his place, claiming it would be more efficient than traveling to an unnamed destination with pounds of heavy photography equipment.

where you stood currently, was in front of the bare oak of his front door, hand wrapped in a loose fist as you knocked gently on the wood. a quick moment had passed by before you took initiative to raise your fist and knock once more. before your touch could meet the wood, a muffled “coming!” chimed beyond the door. from what you had heard on the other side; the scuttling behind the door and jingle of the lock, yuuta had opened the door soon after.

with his hand rubbing away the goosebumps that stood at the back of his neck, he beamed. cordially, warmly.

“you’re actually here. hi,”

upon first glance, yuuta had a distinct look. he stood tall, not tall enough to matter or incite intimidation, and although he wore a black button-up (a bit formal for an occasion as casual as today), his lean build shone through under the thin fabric, ripples of veins dancing up his forearms. what you couldn’t miss, however, were the grey eyebags under his emotionless navy orbs, as if he’d forgone weeks of sleep.

yuuta okkotsu was unsettling.

“hi,” your voice sounded as a sweet croon, dulcet enough that you could barely hear it yourself as it escaped in a breathy breeze. his smile grew softer in response, that monotonous gaze in his eyes fizzling away into something of serenity. “come in, please,” yuuta held the door open wider for you to tread past, caught up in observing the bunch of fabric that hugged tightly around your ass, then closed it gently behind you once you stepped completely inside. he silently cursed at himself for ogling — he truly didn’t mean to stare. you’re just a lot prettier up close. “i was just getting set up. you can have a seat if you’d like.”

as you’d expect from any guy your age, his place wasn’t much to gaze at, nor did it have much personality. in a corner to your right was a houseplant, that of the fern variety, and a few steps deeper into the abode was the living room, where yuuta resumed his fumbling with the transfiguration of his tripod.

you decided to sit on the couch across from him, taking in the bleak sight of his home. you would have almost believed it was unlived in had it not been for the scattered midterm review papers decorating his coffee table. it was obvious he had money from the endless rows of space that surrounded the two of you, although a candle or something would be nice.

he peered away from his tripod to look through the viewfinder of his camera, ensuring that the lens was functioning properly. he grew pleased to see the image of you distracted in fiddling with your thumbs reflected back at him. “are you nervous?” his gaze fell upon you through his own eyes, a concerned expression harboring his features.

you were pulled out of your muse of unfamiliarity to direct your attention to the sound of his mild voice, returning a smile to his that eased the worriment trapped behind dull, blue eyes. “n-not really, i don’t think.”

his lips curled up once more at that, in fact there wasn’t a time so far that you hadn’t noticed him without his signature smile. “here, let me help with that,” reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, tapping away at the screen before ultimately turning it back off and settling it back into its place in his pocket.

your phone vibrated beside you, screen lighting up with a bold alert.

[YUUTA OKKOTSU SENT $1000]

before you had a chance to even process the significance of the notification, he started back up,

“i hope i got the right information, wouldn’t want your hard work to get in the wrong hands.” the tilt of his head in tandem with a chuckle resonated sheepishly, and he returned to watch you through his camera lens.

he was right. the money did soothe your nerves.

“i’ve barely done anything yet.” a ditzy giggle followed soon after your sentence, a sound that yuuta couldn’t possibly ignore. you were already starting to pull at his heartstrings.

“and you’ve done it so perfectly,” his praise left you flustered in that moment and you bit down softly on your lower lip to keep your smile at bay. “thank you, yuuta.”

you would’ve never guessed that your introverted classmate had enough experience in him to be such a flirt, or have your cheeks heating up with fervid affection, no less. but maybe yuuta was just like that; maybe this had been natural.

“no, thank you.” his thumb hovered over the record button just as his eyes met your gaze over the brim of the camera. “would you like to start now?”

he took the nod of your head as confirmation to press the record button, finally getting started with the project.

you blinked blankly at him as he tilted his head and flashed a warmhearted grin. “how old are you?” was his first question. he had asked while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. as he did so, you took notice of the silver ring donned around his finger.

he couldn’t have been married, no?

keeping your answer as vague as possible for the sake of matching his comforting warmth, you responded, “twenty-something.” he let out a satisfied huff of air as he nodded and moved onto his next query.

“and what’s your major?”

with the question barely having enough time to linger in the suggestively tense air, he added, “you’re very beautiful, by the way. do you mind taking your dress off for me?”

as much as it should’ve alarmed you, you were swayed by his toothachingly inviting timbre, its gentleness pulling compliancy from you in a matter of a few mere words. you only shook your head, forgoing the short piece of fabric that clung to each curve and dip of your body while your nipples hardened under the glacial, artificial breeze of his home. once the silk pooled at your hips, that, along with your panties were dropped onto the floor, leaving you bare and vulnerable under the camera — and yuuta’s watchful eye.

he swallowed thickly at the sight, remaining as respectful as he could despite the monster growing in his pants; his eyes locked right back onto yours as if he’d get striked down for moving them even a millimeter south. “are you a virgin?” he queried, opting to move his hand from awkwardly at his side to fidgeting with the button at his shirt, ultimately undoing it and revealing another inch of skin at his heated chest.

from the nature of what you had signed yourself up for, you were hesitant to answer his question. of course you needed experience to be a star, and with you lacking the preconceived ability, you could kiss your $1000 goodbye..

yet he looked at you with an expectant gaze. no traces of malice in his eyes or frustration from your quick witted silence, but merely, with patience. and in that moment you couldn’t find it within yourself to lie.

“i am,” out of shame, you curled in on yourself, hoping that the sofa would engulf you, and your feelings, crossing your arms over your bare chest as if it’d create a wall of privacy behind your own humiliation. “is that okay?”

yuuta’s being only grew warmer at the response, you figured he’d be hot to the touch by now, from searing pleasure or unshakeable cordiality, you wouldn’t know. “yeah, that’s okay,” it came out breathier than he would’ve liked, a telltale sign of his aching desire. “that’s more than okay.”

truth be told, he had never met anyone as enchanting as you. you looked up at him with such trust in your eyes that it daunted him — fear that the assurance he wielded from you would shatter beneath him, and he’d be drowning. in a sea of his own wistfulness. now that he had you, he couldn’t let you go.

you were on to make a breathtaking star.

now feeling less coy than before, you relaxed your head into the palm of yuuta’s hand. you hadn’t noticed how long he’d been stroking at your cheek, or when he closed the vexing proximity between the two of you, all that mattered in that moment was the roll of his gentle vocables flowing through your ears and the thumb of his that graciously caressed your cheek.

you came to realize that he was much more handsome this way as your eyes toured his own, then down to the sliver of sweat-sheened skin peeking from underneath the black veil of his shirt, then down to his…

he’s so fucking hard.

confined against his slacks was his cock that leaked an ample amount even while it was untouched. you could make out its silhouette, something girthy, perhaps heavy, but nothing like you’d expect from yuuta. uncharacteristically huge.

“yuuta.” you whispered, mainly to yourself, as your mouth began to water at the sight, and his cheeks dusted pink once he realized what you were fixated upon.

“do you wanna,” he started up but faltered soon after when your lidded gaze flitted back up towards his. never had he felt so weak before, it was as if you’d casted a spell on him. “do you maybe want to—” he paused to avert his own gaze and embarrassment. “—put it in your mouth?”

he could’ve sworn he heard the increase of his heartbeat in his ears when you crinkled your brows, pretty face forming into an even prettier pout.

“but i’ve never—”

he stopped you before you could start, interjecting his own voice of reassurance.

“it’s okay. i’ll guide you,” taking his camera off its stand and moving the rest of the configuration elsewhere, he held it in one hand to better capture the scene unfolding before him. “just try your best for me, okay?”

“okay.” when he returned your concern with a small smile, you took it upon yourself to undo the arrangement of his pants, carefully hooking your finger into the elastic waistband of his briefs and pulling down just enough for his length to spring free.

for what felt like minutes, you marveled at his sheer size, wondering how anyone of his nature could possibly be hiding something like that. it curved upwards with a prominent vein or two running up the underside while it continued to leak, so much so, that you had to collect it all at the tip with your finger.

the tip? flushed the prettiest pink you’d ever witnessed and was as bulbous as it was mushroomed, you knew you’d have a bit of difficulty trying to fit into your mouth. it seemed to twitch under the fanning of your breath to which yuuta let out a whine of pure impatience.

“can i..?” your words trailed off when you involuntarily found yourself pressing chaste kisses along the length of his cock until they met with his sticky tip; a recreated scene from the various porn videos you’d seen. the sensation sent a jolt of palpable pleasure through his being, yuuta’s dark hair curtaining over his eyes while he made a damn good attempt at silencing his moans, with his teeth sunken into his bottom lip.

your eyes kept watch at his wavering expression while you wrapped your hand at the base of his length and began to pump slowly, yet another thing you had learned through the fascinating world of porn.

“suck it,” it was clear to you that yuuta had grown desirously impatient from your teasing, looking down at you with a hint of hunger in his beautiful orbs. “please?”

you took his words as an incentive to finally give him what he’s been leaking for, wrapping gloss-sheened lips around the thick inches of his tip, accommodating for the stretch with a dulcet whine that reverberated deeply within him. had you not been caught up in building the gradual bob of your head, he would’ve kissed you, left you with smeared lips and a tongue that ached for only him upon seeing the sinful sight of innocent eyes fixated on his own. you’re beautiful. truly, to die for.

caught all on tape to be watched over and over again.

at the bliss, yuuta’s lip parted open, alotting for a slur of groans turned whimpers to tumble past. “you- you’re already doing, so good.” he praises, the words floating on his breath. his free hand finds itself back at your face, thumbing the warmth of your hallowed cheek while he captured the moment behind his lens. once you came to a comfortable rhythm, you couldn’t stop yourself from dipping your fingers between your thighs to ease the evergrowing ache in your core. in fact, you’d been like this since the moment yuuta spoke a word to you, lightheaded and malleable — what he’s beginning to love most about you.

your digits collected slick at your entrance, the immeasurable amount of essence that you’d pool providing ample leeway for you to sink three fingers inside, pumping at the same rhythm in which you’re sucking yuuta. soft fingertips curling against your gummy walls weren’t enough, though, and when he had caught notice of your weakening resolve, his hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth.

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” he began, with a choked moan. “just- so close, so fucking close. c-can you take me in deeper?”

the hum of assurance that sounded from you sent vibrations coursing through his cock, from tip to base. had you not been preoccupied with chasing your own high, you would’ve missed the pitchy moan he let out just after. with your palm now pressed up against your clit while you worked in tandem to pleasure the nub and your greedy hole, you attempted to swallow another stubborn inch of him.

simultaneous with the bobbing of your head, he matched your pace, abdomen flexing when the white-hot pleasure became too much and he could feel it in his ears. he wanted so badly to throw his head back, completely lose himself in bliss, but he had a job to do. he wouldn’t dare let the sight of your glassy lidded eyes and glossy lips struggling to wrap themselves around the stretch of his dick go unfilmed, unseen.

as his tip continued to prod the back of your throat and your fingers aided you in relieving the discomfort from your cunt, you found yourself just dangling off the dangerous edge of your release, strokes away from making a mess — and yuuta did too.

it wasn’t long until his head started spinning, legs got weaker, and his core coiled tighter; all the signs of a mindblowing orgasm, and blew his mind, you did. “baby- y/n, if you keep doing that- i might cum.” what he was referring to was the way you fondled his balls in the warmth of your soft hands, yet another trick you had learned from porn. “i don’t wanna cum in your mouth but if you—,”

a jumbled slew of curses flowed from his lips as he did the inevitable, shot his load deep down your throat, gently thrusting his cock in shallow strokes to jettison every last remaining drop. the taste on your tongue was nothing like you’d be warned of before. yuuta wasn’t bitter, he went down easy.

hell, you’d use his cum as a condiment for desserts if you could.

in a matter of moments, your own high had washed over you like cold water over a heated body, much needed and refreshing. once he hesitantly pulled out from the heat of your mouth, cock still hard and twitching for more, he gently pushed back strands of loose hair behind your ear.

“can i see?”

you held out your cream-slickened fingers, sopping with your juices as yuuta proceeded to catch how they dripped on camera. he then took your palm, with the cadence of a knight kissing the back of a princess’s hand, and slipped the soiled digits into his mouth. his tongue lavved around your index and middle fingers while he hummed satisfactorily at your taste. “you’re just as sweet as i imagined.” he smiled, finding amusement in your post-orgasmic, dazed state.

“do you do this with a lot of other girls, yuuta?” you queried, taking the time to scan your eyes over his face. it was as if he seemed to get more attractive as your time with him went on. he tilted his head slightly, finding your question endearing. “you’re my first, actually.” yuuta responded softly, as if his normal speaking voice would be too heavy on your delicate ears.

you jumped at the chance to tease him as he did you, placing your thumb back over the slit of his hard-on and lightly rubbing; which resonated within yuuta as a tonal mewl. a little smile pulled at your lips when you got your perfect reaction. “can you be my first?”

“i’d love to be,” he took your request with unadulterated honor as if he’d been tasked by the deities above to serve you. “just- just lay back for me. i promise i’ll take good care of you.”

and that you did; conforming to his call of request with such compliance it made his heart swell. you had positioned your body to rest languidly against the seat of the sofa, shaky legs hesitant to spread fully while your hand roamed up your sternum to find solace in kneading your tits.

he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked, laid out for him as such. how had he been so lucky to be the only one to have the opportunity to marvel at the scene? with a steady hand, he faintly trails his hand up the expanse of your inner thigh, a silent beckon for you to open your legs wider. involuntarily so, your body had accepted his presence and allowed for the spreading of your thighs.

what you’d come to notice with yuuta was that he was watchful, observant. he seemed to pick up on every detail, even the minuscule bits that were most likely to fly over anyone else’s head, had been taken into account. it’s probably why he’s immensely proficient at what he does. not once had he allowed himself to miss the labored heaving of your chest, or the sheen of sweat thinly coating your body — the twitching of your clit when he stroked featherlight touches at the nub. he couldn’t call himself a true cameraman then.

his fingers had collected remnants of your previous orgasm before they worked in tandem, both middle and ring, to prod at your sensitive hole, slowly sinking themselves in. it was almost embarrassing how quickly your greedy cunt swallowed him in, as if it’d been waiting for his touch for years now. “y-yuuta, ‘m still sensitive.” you crooned in response to his digits exploring your cavern, plush walls gripping him with such tautness that he’d found it difficult to even curl his fingers.

his own mind spun (and cock leaked) at the thought of that same warmth around his length, and when you called his name, all he could think about was how pretty you’d sound moaning it. he wouldn’t mind if you were sonorous, if the neighbors would hear, if inumaki who lived downstairs would come knocking with a mouthful of complaints, if the whole world knew his name; because in that moment, yuuta okkotsu was yours.

yuuta okkotsu was in love.

after some shallow pumping, enough to have your legs attempting to enclose around his arm, yuuta had pulled his digits out and replaced the lost sensation with the fat tip of his cock stroking your slit up and down.

“i’m gonna put it in, okay? if you want me to stop, tell me. if i'm going too fast or slow, let me know.”

he perused your face for a hint of an answer, seemingly nothing going on behind your vacant, large eyes. your initial response was curt, an ode to the simplistic nature of your mind. “mhm.”

how endearing you were to him, just a unadorned reaction weakening his being, causing his heart to figuratively crumble within its confines against his ribcage. he had searched for a heartier answer, something tangible to hold on to, because, lord knows how terrible he’d feel if he took your indication the wrong way. “can you be vocal for me, please?”

you nodded your head. “i’ll let you know, yuuta.”

with a carefulness that only came from the most benign of beings, he had sunken the first inch of himself into your awaiting heat.

he was paused when your hand dashed to his lower abdomen, futilely pressing against the skin.

“wait—” you huffed wantonly. “—‘s too big.”

his eyes wavered with concern, hidden under the veil of pure arousal. in yuuta’s case he had dreamed of a compliment as self fulfilling as yours, for his thoughts of being average were shattered upon first inch. “should i stop?”

you shook your head, reveling in the light of his attentivity towards you and your body. “no,” you moved your hand from his abdomen. “don’t stop.”

one of his arms rested beside your head, helping to prop him up over your body while he dropped his head down to watch the way your bodies connected. gradually, the sight of his length slowly sinking inside, stretching you out further and further until he was in to the hilt flooded his vision. yuuta had caught on to your labored gasps, merely growing harder from your honeyed voice like music to his ears.

he then lifted his head, strands of inky, out-of-place tresses falling over his face and partially covering the depth of lingering eyes, that lingered for a second too long, causing that shuddering sensation you had once felt when you first met him to reappear. he held his camcorder beside his face, an all too cheerful grin masked over his features. “i’m all in!”

creepy.

there was no doubt that you hadn’t felt full. he practically spilled over with how much girth he possessed and throbbed innately within your walls. the swell of your tummy from just how deep he was, was enough to tear away at his composure and drag his length back before driving his hips in at a force unrecognizable to him. the yelp you had let out from his eager thrust dwindled into a blissful moan. “sorry, so sorry.” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off the faultless assortment of breathtaking features that was your face, eyebrows creased together, parted lips and eyes squeezed closed as if you’d been focused solely on the pleasure he was giving you.

his next thrust stroked softer than its predecessor, having no remnants of eagerness but instead, the nuance of a man that’d been simply smitten.

the meticulousness of his ministrations coursed through your body wondrously, each push and pull lathered in lust, savored to be remembered for the rest of his time on earth. it was as if he’d known your body for years, knew every dip and fold, every swell and mast, aware of what exactly it took to leave your body hungry for his touches.

you’d grown comfortable in the pace at which he set, your mind hazing over each time the blunt tip grazed along your gspot. he peppered kisses along your jaw and down your sternum, the fanning of his warm breath against your chest doing the minimum in stiffening the peaks of your breasts. shootable footage forgotten, yuuta took your mound into his mouth, teeth gently rolling against your nipple which caused you to tighten around his cock in response, the sweetest mewl he’s ever heard from you tumbling from your throat.

“at least take me on a date first, yuuta..” the wittiness of your voice had earned a stifled smile from him, finding utmost admiration in the suggestion. he’ll be sure to take you up on your offer, just as you had done for him.

when you felt the familiar coil within you starting to build up once more, you dipped your hand down to rub at your clit in tandem with the increasing vigor of his strokes. the sensation was all too foreign to you, too pleasurable that you couldn’t keep your sounds at bay. “‘m so close, g-gonna cum!” you had warned, yuuta pulled away from your tit with a soft pop. he chose to rest his head at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, mindlessly chanting the words like a mantra.

“i love you, i love you,” his pace faltered, growing sloppier by the second. “love you, love you so much.”

intoxicated by your heat, your scent, just you being you, and being so perfect — yuuta was pussydrunk. incredibly so. never in his life had he ever felt as high as you made him. you were an angel, sent to him from heaven, to defile and mark.

quickly, your release surged through you in torrents of ecstasy, nothing that you’ve experienced before, coating yuuta’s cock in the glorious essence of you. “cumming!” you cry, to no avail particularly since yuuta wasn’t wholeheartedly aware of the situation at hand. his mind was clouded with you, just as you were full of him, wincing in the aftershocks of your fervent orgasm and convulsing around his length with need.

it wasn’t long before his own ununified thrusts came to a sudden close, signifying the warm spurts of cum painting your insides, filling you entirely to the brim and leaking down your ass from riding out his high.

“god, i love you.” he whined, pressing faint kisses to your neck, unable to peel himself away from your fervid body. coming to your senses, his words finally resonated for you. “we only just met.”

he pulled himself up, opting to look down at your flushed face with a vague hint of confusion on his face as he tilted his head. “have we?”

“we have.” you nodded.

to yuuta, he’s known you his whole life. you were the light of his existence, the fire in his heart. had he managed to confuse you with someone else? surely, that wasn’t the case.

once he pulled out of you, he made sure to capture the moment that you leaked his seed on film, but in that time, borrowed jealousy had filled his soul. he couldn’t share the tape as he had planned, no one else deserved to see you in the same way he did. no one.

he tucked himself back into his pants, leaving you bare and oozing for just one second to fetch a warm wet rag to clean you up with. when he came back, you noticed just how chipper he’d gotten, if that were even possible. “you were amazing,” he smiled, gently wiping your folds pristine. “i’m so grateful you came to me.” the smile you returned matched his own, “thank you, you were- really good too.”

he perked up, eyes moving from between your thighs to your face. “really?” and when you nodded to him, you could see the apparent relief flow within his being. “you know,” he started. “i’m very interested in you.”

you tilt your head, jutting your lips in a cute pout. “interested, how?”

the camcorder that now resided on his coffee table, unpresumebly documenting the scene on display was picked up by yuuta, and turned off. he grinned softly, eyes shutting from his ear to ear smile.

“may i take you on a date?”

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