#and while the plot set up to go one way it went multiple other ways which was annoying

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[babiebom]

Heyyy! I was wondering if u could do the bachelors & bachelorettes reactin to / dating an s/o who has really intense nose bleeds when they're stressed. But plot twist bc this is literally the norm for the farmer bc they have crippling anxiety, especially social.

Thank u sm!!

A/N: I don’t know why I thought this was funny??? My anxiety just makes my stomach upset but a nosebleed in front of everyone like some sort of anxious demon is funny. Not the clean up tho. I’ve never had a nosebleed but I know they bleed SO MUCH. Also no problemo!!! Always glad to get requests!! I did different things (so not just stressed because I would’ve written the same thing for anyone I made crush aspects as sort of for stress too lmao) for each hopefully they’re good enough!

Tw: cursing, blood, anxiety, the nose bleeds are VERY dramatic because it’s fiction lmao. Physical fights(in Leah’s part), arguments(in almost all of them). Pierre hate Pam hate(kinda) Demetrius hate Morris hate. And Kel is gender neutral! let me know if there’s anything else to tag!

Wc: idk lmao hopefully at least 100 words for each

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Sebastian:

Just frowns

Actually helps unexpectedly

….we can never talk about this happening again if you want……

It’s not often that you get to see the towns resident emo, even after visiting Robin multiple times for various building needs. So when you wander into the house, looking for Robin so you can upgrade your coop, seeing him makes your brain malfunction.

“Oh…hey farmer.” He greets, moving past you to head further into the house. You blink for a second before returning the greeting, watching as his dark hoodie disappears behind a wall.

You try to force your breathing to slow down. There is absolutely NO reason you should be this worked up over a literal one second conversation. While you sit with your thoughts, foot steps fill your ears and the sight of Sebastian returning from wherever he went makes all of your progress regress. “So…you here waiting for my mom?”

You nod quickly, clearing your throat, “yeah…um…just need to upgrade my chicken coop.”

“Oh well, she’s not in today. She usually goes to Pierre’s store to work out with the other moms.”

You frown to yourself, how did you miss that she wouldn’t be in today? Damn now all you can think about is how you just made a fool of yourself. Lost in your thoughts, you miss that Sebastian had cleared his throat a couple times until he waves a hand in front of your face.

“If you want, I can take your order and tell her when she gets home later. That way she can get started tomorrow.”

“Would you?” Your heart flips as you perk up. Was he usually this nice? You kinda heard from Robin herself that Sebastian never really interacted with people he wasn’t already friends with.

“Yeah sure.” He shrugs and moves to go around the counter, setting his slowly cooling food down. “Okay so she usually charges 10,000g and you have to have 400 logs of wood and 150 things of stone. Sound right?”

You nod and hand over the bag of money. The second your hands touch it’s like your body decided it couldn’t handle anything else from him. Luckily he just takes the money and pretends like your nose hasn’t become a geyser as you scramble to try to keep the blood from dripping all over their furniture.

Sam:

WOAH DUDE IS THAT LIKE….NORMAL?

it’s like from a movie or something

Is overall sorta scared but at the same time thinks it’s cool

“And this is how I do a kick flip!” Sam shows you skateboard trick after trick and honestly you can’t get enough of it. It wasn’t a secret that the both of you had crushes on each other, and even now it was very obvious by how you were watching him do his tricks that you had feelings for him. Yet still you two weren’t in a relationship, just sort of friends who like each other in a romantic sort of way.

“You’re so cool!” You clap as he lands another trick.

“And you’re cute!”

“What?”

You freeze in your spot and watch in confusion as he sort of freezes midway through his next trick and crashes to the ground. His words echo in your head, making your face heat up and your heart soar. He smacks his face on the ground, sending you into a panic because now all you can think about is how he thinks you’re cute, and now how he probably has a concussion from hitting his face directly onto the concrete.

When he lifts his face off the ground, you’re kneeling next to him, trying to check on him. His forehead is bleeding, his nose is bleeding, and so is his mouth. You shriek and try to go through your backpack to see if you have anything to help him. You didn’t.

You already know where this is leading, and you let out a groan of annoyance right before your nose starts leaking just like his. His eyes widen and he lets out a loud laugh. Maybe you two can move out of the weird friendship you have after all.

Shane:

Would just stare silently

Like no comments no nothing

Doesn’t even act like it’s happening

Having a part time job at Joja Mart during the winter is one of the absolute worst ideas that you’ve had in a while. But you didn’t make a lot during your first year of farming. Stacking the products onto the shelves, your only saving Grace is the fact that you’re allowed to have earphones in. Except for the fact that Pam is now standing next to you asking loudly about where something is. Shane is stacking the shelves behind you.

“I don’t know Pam…the alcohol is probably on the wall in the back.” You frown at her. She obviously knows that you don’t know this store that well, you were a FARMER that NEVER shopped here before. She rasps out another question and it takes everything in you to not snap at her. Trying to calm yourself of course there’s gonna be something else that makes you lose your mind. That something is Morris, coming over and being the absolute WORST and in turn making Pam LOUDER and more insistent.

He’s lecturing you, Pam is agreeing with him way too loudly, the music on your headphones is now overwhelming instead of calming, and the sound of random things in the market is making you want to bite a chunk out of the loaves of bread in front of you, plastic and all. With everything building up inside of you, you already know what’s going to happen. It always happens, but instead of excusing yourself you stand there, staring Morris down as the blood begins to flow from your nostrils.

Pam yells out curses and Morris begins to stutter, but behind them Shane just stares for a second before continuing to work. When you’re finally left alone with him in the aisle as your two stressors hastily take their leave, all he does is let out a dry chuckle.

“Sam has a hell of a mess to clean up…”

Alex:

Oh DUDE your nose is like….LEAKING

Doesn’t help

Just watched and comments

“AND THEN HE HAS THE NERVE TO TELL PEOPLE THAT MY HARVESTS ARE HIS BUT HE ONLY DOES IT IF ITS GOOD!” You rant to the brown haired boy, pacing back and forth in his room. Thankfully both Evelyn and George were out so you weren’t bothering anyone except for the man in front of you.

You huff and puff as he watches, slightly amused slightly concerned. Alex wasn’t the best person to go to when you’re upset unless it was something absolutely devastating. So being in front of him now, complains about your farming woes meant that he was only half ass taking it seriously. “You should go and speak your mind.” He says.

Turns out you should NOT take advice from Alex. Standing in Pierre’s shop, you’re staring him down angrily, anxiety creeping up your throat from you trying to will yourself to call him out on his bullshit. The older man just kind of stares at you in confusion because all you had done was shout his name angrily as you entered the shop then stand in front of him seething.

“You….you…..” you point a finger at him. This was the moment, the moment you stand up for yourself and tell Pierre how HORRIBLE he is!

But of course things don’t work how you want and your nose gushes out blood all over the counter before you can work yourself up to the point of accusations. With a gasp you run out of the shop, hoping that he would keep his mouth shut with Alex running behind you laughing. Again, NEVER let Alex talk you into anything.

Elliott:

Panics

How do I help PLS LET ME HELP

Everything probably gets messy

Fishing had never been your favorite pastime, but now trying to fix up the community center you had to. Unfortunately Willy was gone and couldn’t properly teach you even though he had gifted you an old rod of his, so the next best thing is getting your boyfriend to teach you since he does fish often. Now you stand on the docks, waiting for a fish to bite the hook.

“Keep calm, the fish can feel your fear and it makes them upset.” Elliott spoke. In all honesty you didn’t even know if that was true or not, but you take in a breath to calm down. You did not want to be here all day you had cows to pet.

The second your line begins to pull you try to pull the fish in. And you succeed until it comes time to unhook the eel you managed to catch. The eel is slimy and slippery and all around not a good thing to try to grip. A shriek leaves your lips and the eel struggles, Elliott tries to help you but is also struggling to catch hold of it. And now your nose is bleeding adding another layer to the already hellish experience.

You’re unhappy, the eel is unhappy, and Elliott is unhappy. After what seems like an hour, the stupid thing slips out of your grips and back into the ocean, washing your nose blood off of it and splashing you with saltwater. 0 out of 10 you will not be trying again.

Harvey:

Calm but concerned(after panicking for a second)

Has a doctory approach to it

But is secretly like WTF inside

Your heart thumps in your chest as you sit on the clinic bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in Harvey’s clinic, having taken a break from the mines, and somehow this seems more shameful than having been beaten almost to death by living slime. Your hands bleed into the cloth you have pressed into it. One of the pigs knocked you over into the broken fence you were in the middle of fixing. Now you sit waiting for the good looking Doctor.

When he walks in he’s all smiles, tapping his clipboard with his pen. “While I’m sad to see that you’re injured, I’m glad to see it isn’t from those mines again.” The eye contact he makes with you makes your heart twist for a second.

He starts speaking of all the shots you need and the antibiotics you need to take, rust poisoning is quite serious you know. “Now,” he says, moving towards you, “let me see your hand.”

Your heart thumps erratically at the close proximity of him and you. You only really ever got to see him this close when you were half dead and barely conscious. His face is much too close for you to be able to do anything but focus on how pretty his eyes are, and how fluffy his mustache is, and how…

“OH MY DEAR YOBA” He yelps and jumps away from you. It takes only a second after him to realize what’s going on, and now your furiously wiping away at your nose with your hands instead of with the cloth, and he’s trying to get something on your nose to catch the blood. It’s a disaster, really. But at least you’re already in a clinic!

Penny:

Probably panics

Doesn’t know how to deal with it

Would try to help though

The warmth of the pool in the spa did nothing to ease your nerves as you waded in the shallow end of the pool. Penny had invited you to come sometime after 7 pm, and when you had arrived she was already waiting for you, kicking her feet in the pool. The thought of her asking you here made your stomach turn, did you do something wrong…? Was she inviting you here to tell you she hated you or something…? You had grown close to her over your time here and would hate it if she thought you were too much or something.

“Do you know why I invited you here?” She asks, moving closer but keeping her eyes on the water.

You shake your head, “I’m not exactly sure, no.”

She frowns and sighs at you, meeting your eyes for a fleeting second then looking elsewhere. “Really? I thought you would’ve noticed by now…” her words trail off and her eyebrows furrow.

The next few seconds are ones that you simultaneously want to remember for forever and forget. She confesses her feelings for you. Feelings that you obviously reciprocate, and the emotions in you mix and grow, rising up your throat as if you were a volcano of conflicting feelings. As soon as you open your mouth to tell her that yes, you like her too, her face morphs into one that’s horrified instead of hopeful, disgusted instead of smitten and you realize a second after she does that your nose is spouting red, dyeing the water you both were swimming in.

Penny shrieks for a solid second before trying to scramble out of the water as fast as she can. You do the same, swirling the red around the pool as both of you splash trying to exit the now crime scene looking pool. When you get out of the water, she’s holding a towel right in your face, smooshing it so hard you can barely breathe and now your nose is throbbing with slight pain. “What do we do?!” She asks moving about quickly. She’s so confused that she just keeps walking and turning as if she’s remembering and forgetting things at the same time.

You just tilt your head downward and cringe inwardly, this was not the way to get a girl to like you. “It’s fine…I’m fine,” you say voice nasally and muffled. “And I like you too by the way.”

Haley:

confused staring

wtf is happening

Actually speechless

It isn’t every day that you get to talk to a beautiful blonde. It isn’t even every day that you talk to anyone. So when she approaches you on one of your trips off of your farm you couldn’t help but feel like either everything is out to get you or that you’re up on your luck. You don’t really know for sure, it honestly depends on how things go.

“Hey farmer!” She smiles as soon as she stops in front of you, the feeling of your stomach twisting makes you want to vomit in all of your nervousness. “I have a favor to ask you…”

“Yeah?” You ask trying to keep your cool. “What is it?”

“I would totally love love LOVE you forever if you could bring me an amethyst? It’s for Emily’s birthday and I don’t really like Clint so I don’t wanna buy anything from him. I’m willing to pay 150g!”

You cough into your fist, nodding along and taken aback by how casually she’s speaking to you. Before you can accept doing her the favor, the horrified look on your face makes your words falter.

She looks absolutely horrified, and touching your hand to your face you can feel why. Your nose started dripping blood, and by dripping you mean you can now feel it running down to your chin. A flurry of curses leave your mouth as confused noises leave hers. It's not much of a surprise that this has happened, but man did you wish it wasn't in front of her.

Emily:

Surprisingly chill about it

Probably has a weird story about a nosebleed or something

Actually helps

You sit at the bar alone, upset at a horrible farming day. You tried your best, you really did, but those stupid ass crows actually ate ALL of your seedlings. Or…almost all of them but that’s basically the same thing! There is no way you’re gonna make enough to make it through winter comfortably. You told Emily exactly this, appreciative of her listening ear in the middle of her busy shift.

“You know they probably didn’t mean it…or maybe they did,” she sucks in a breath eyebrows furrowing as she thinks, “you know crows are very smart they probably know that you’re using that land to farm and stay there because of all the free food.”

“But it’s not free!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in annoyance, “I have to buy those seeds! They’re just putting me into debt!”

She hums and nods, wiping the bar next to you where a person had just left. You had only a couple months left until the snow started falling and making it virtually impossible to grow anything. The little plants you had left you had to fight the crows for. And by fight I mean you angrily swung a broom at the with the intent of scaring them (not hitting them that’s mean). Still the growing anger inside you was not easily crushed by her warm and quite frankly outlandish words. No, in fact your anger grew the more you thought about it.

You felt it coming before anything had even exited your nose, hurriedly snatching the rag from Emily’s hands. Damn now you would have to buy the bar a new one. She just blinks then nods as if your nose becoming a bloody waterfall was normal.

“You know…nose bleeds cause by stress is usually because your heart rate and blood pressure increase and it causes your blood vessels to dilate!”

You stare at her before laughing. Maybe she was helpful after all.

Abigail:

WOAH

WTF

WHAT DO WE DO?

You stand in front of Pierre in front of the shop, arms crossed as you watch his face grow redder the longer time goes on. “-IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAUGHTER?” You’re not really listening to his tirade, over the whole ‘protective dad’ thing.

“Dad I’m an adult! You have no say in who I date!” Abigail yells back, face equally red. Who would’ve known that he would have a problem with the farmer he rips off constantly dating his daughter?

He yells out more reasons that the two of you shouldn’t be dating, and in turn points a finger into your chest roughly. You sputter out an offended sound, moving away from him. “Don’t touch me!”

“You shouldn’t be touching my daughter!”

“What? Dude we just started dating, you’re weird as hell!”

The arguing only gets worse from there, accusations flying around and now an audience comes with the drama. It’s almost too much for you to handle with now Caroline, Harvey, Haley, and the Milner family standing and watching the chaos. “Abby let’s just go to my place…” you try suddenly feeling the need to escape and no longer feeling the ‘fuck you dude’ attitude.

“No! He needs to understand that he can’t control my life!”

It’s like a volcano in your body and just like a volcano your nose begins to erupt. Now you’re screaming, Abigail is screaming, Pierre is screaming, the Mullners are screaming. Could this get any worse?

Turns out yeah, it can get any worse, like a family fight worse and now all of you are sitting in Harvey’s clinic. At least you aren’t the only bloody one now.

Maru:

Is surprised

Also forgets what to do

Would probably make things worse

Maru talks about robots and space the way you would talk about her: totally and completely enamored. You sit on her bed listening to her talk about her newest invention, some sort of robot that can cook and clean and basically be a free maid. You laugh and move your arm to get in a more comfortable position to watch her. Unfortunately your arm had other plans and smacked hard into her bed post. Groaning out in pain, your eyes close and begin to water from how much your elbow hurt.

Demetrius is in your face before you even realize that he was in the room. You yelp out in surprise as he starts ranting about you ruining his daughter’s future. You blink in surprise and try to retreat back into the mattress. What was happening. You can hear Maru screaming over his words but your ears feel like they’re filled with water.

“We’re just friends!” You find yourself shouting. Like damn is the man insane? It wasn’t the first time he’s gotten upset at you over Maru, but it was the first time that he was absolutely losing his mind.

“Dad stop!”

Time froze for a second as you and Demetrius stared at each other, Maru standing near him. Breathing in you can taste blood in your mouth before your nose starts bleeding, yet you can’t bring yourself to do anything but sit and catch your breath.

“Oh my god!” Both Demetrius and Maru exclaim moving around the room trying to find something to help. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at him acting concerned now.

Thankfully Maru looked cute trying to help you which at least made things a little better.

Leah:

Is also freaking out on the inside but calm on the outside

Helps you with tissues

Is understanding

Going on a date with Leah is a dream come true. There’s paint, wine, food, and you’re sitting in the prettiest meadow you’ve ever seen, well it’s pretty because Leah is there and she’s pretty and you’ve been here multiple times because it’s near her cottage but it still looks different today.

You sit, paintbrush in hand, laughing at something she’s saying. It’s fun and if she hadn’t have asked you would’ve spent the day farming like usual, this little break was needed. The day couldn’t be ruined, absolutely nothing can ruin it.

Okay, one thing can ruin it and that one thing is Kel coming and ruining everything. The argument that ensues is one of the worst that you’ve seen. Kel tries to walk up on you(translation: Kel wants to fight you), Leah stops them but in turn gets into a fight with them which causes you to actually get up and try to defend her.

You kinda block out until you can hear Kel call out “I made your nose bleed bitch!” Which again causes you to want to drown in your anger.

“My noses is bleeding because I’m stressed, stupid!” You back. It’s obvious Kel hadn’t been able to hit your nose so claiming to be able to hit you so hard your nose bleeds isn’t even possible. It’s almost childish how the two of you argue.

Leah finally gets Kel to leave and hands you a bunch of tissues as she sits you down on the now rumpled blanket. As the two of you catch your breath and calm down, you find yourself smiling at her behind the wad of tissues catching blood flowing from your nose.

At least the situation would be funny in the future.

[jazzythursday]

Wylan leaves in the morning.

He doesn’t plan to, not exactly, but he definitely doesn’t plan on staying, either.

Wylan is no stranger to one night stands. He can’t say he gets around very frequently, but enough to know the general plot of how they're supposed to go.

Flirt, drink, fuck, leave. The order isn’t necessarily set in stone, but the list ends the same every time.

He has a good time, for the most part, and it’s always a welcome break from the awful chemical smell burned into the Tannery or the staleness of the empty rooms in cheap boarding houses (when he can afford them) that Wylan is used to. Wylan likes the freedom that comes with it, too. It’s liberating to go where he wants and do what he pleases; to not worry about who he’s seen with or sleeps with or what they might think of him after. And he likes feeling wanted, for a little while. He likes being reminded that he exists.

So Wylan does not make a habit of falling asleep with the people who take him to bed.

He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, really.

He doesn't remember, and yet, Wylan wakes up with his head pillowed on Jesper’s chest. With Jesper’s arm draped over him. His breath is warm where it ghosts over the top of his hair, and if Wylan glances up he can see the way Jesper’s mouth— those lips— fall open in sleep.

It’s the best morning he’s had in months, possibly. Certainly the most comfortable.

He knows it can’t last.

Wylan looks at Jesper, still sleeping peacefully next to him, and he panics.

He’d woken up in Jesper Fahey’s arms.

He’d slept with Jesper Fahey.

Jesper has a reputation, and Wylan knows it, even new to the Barrel as he is. He’d heard about Dirtyhand’s second and resident sharpshooter plenty— Can’t resist a gamble, never misses a shot, and not just with bullets. Jesper Fahey is an excellent marksman, they say, with terrible luck with the cards, and a soft spot for pretty girls and even prettier boys.

Jesper’s played the field— multiple fields— went on a seismic world tour of fields.

Wylan is very good at not being noticed. He’s also very good at listening. People tend to look past him, they never pay any mind to the too skinny boy with the wild hair and the hunched shoulders and the grime that never seems to wash off completely after his long shifts at the Tannery. Wylan knows this, knows he’s very adept at being able to disappear, when he needs to.

So by the time Wylan actually meets Jesper, he’s well aware of his place in Ketterdam’s booming rumor mill. Jesper has many, and Wylan thinks by now he may have heard them all.

And yet, none of them do a thing to prepare him for Jesper.

They’d met in a tavern.

Wylan had been nursing his drink for the better half of an hour, trying to come up with reasons not to go back to the sad cot he had waiting for him in a rented room, with the only window overlooking the brick wall of a dark alley.

So far, he’d only come up with the one.

Wylan had seen the tall Zemeni man from across the room and hadn’t stopped looking since. He was flirting with a girl at the bar, twirling one of his guns in one hand demonstratively with a drink in the other. The girl— a curly haired blond— was giggling, hand pressed to her mouth with eyes that had very clear and direct intentions.

Wylan had almost resolved himself to a night of wasting the few kruge at his disposal with little to show for it, when the man had looked up and caught him staring. The man had smiled, twirling his gun with an extra flourish and then tipped his hat. Wylan smiled back, and gave a little wave. Embarrassing, He’d thought, stop it, he’s already with someone else anyway. He’d looked down, and stared at the near empty contents of his drink until someone sat down next to him and said, in a voice like apple butter and sweet syrup, “Can I get you another of those?”

Then Wylan had looked up into the eyes of the handsomest man he’d ever seen, and thought, he has the most perfect lips.

Out loud, he’d said, “I, uh, well—” His mouth was wide open, he’d realised, and shut it quickly. Again, the man had smiled. Again, Wylan had smiled back. “Yes, please.”

And that's how he’d met Jesper.

Afterwards, they’d stumbled through the streets— I know a place, Jesper said, If you want to take this somewhere more private— until they’d passed a corner where a vendor was selling traditional Kerch sweets out of a cart.

“Stroopwafels!” Jesper had stopped. “I love stroopwafels!”

Wylan was tugging him toward the cart without really making a conscious decision to move, and Jesper had laughed, surprised and delighted.

Wylan bought them both stroopwafels and handed Jesper his with a shy smile and a shrug. “For the drink.”

Jesper looked at him consideringly, head caulked to the side, and Wylan felt himself blushing in the low light of the lamps. “You’re sweet,” he’d said eventually.

“Is that bad?” Wylan had asked, sheepish. Jesper was already shaking his head.

“It’s good. Just not that many sweet things to be had in the Barrel. It’s refreshing.” He’d bit off a piece of one of the waffles and smiled. “These are sweet too,”— he’d leaned in, smile still earnest but with something decidedly different underneath— “I like sweet.”

Jesper had not touched him like he’d been expecting to be touched. Jesper made no assumptions; he’d asked, about everything, in a way that was near gentlemanly if it wasn’t for the fact that he radiated trouble through his pores. Jesper was— not quite gentle, because Wylan had expected hot and heady and everything deep, and Jesper was all of that and more— but he wasn’t rough. He didn’t bruise, not if Wylan didn’t say yes first, and afterwards he’d laid back down and settled Wylan into his arms in a way that he had no real way of protesting— didn’t want to protest, anyway— and kissed him.

It was that that had scared Wylan the most, he thinks. Because Wylan is rarely kissed for the express purpose of it. It was always the promise of more— the rush of what was to come. But people do not generally tend to kiss Wylan for the sake of kissing Wylan. It’s different. Jesper is different, and Wylan can’t afford to be stupid enough to do something like get attached. Can’t afford much at all— really.

But Jesper had kissed him, pleased and lazy and warm, and at some indeterminate time later they had both apparently fallen asleep.

And it was nice.

It was too nice. It hurt with how nice it was.

Wylan peels himself slowly out of Jesper’s arms, careful not to wake him, and decides then that he cannot stand to be here any longer.

Jesper Fahey is not what he’d expected, he’s better.

Jesper Fahey is lovely, and beautiful, and kinder to him than anyone has been to Wylan for almost as long as he can remember.

Jesper Fahey is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he isn’t going to stick around for someone like Wylan.

So Wylan leaves, and he doesn’t look behind him as he closes the door.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Pls make a Chad Meeks Martin smut of him in his cowboy costume

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Oral (f, smut, porn w plot

Chad knocked on your dorm door, with Ethan following along behind him.

“One minute!” You yelled, putting down the pencil and taking off your headphones.

“You wanna come with?” You asked your dormmate. She looked at you and thought for a moment.

“Nah, I’m good. I gotta study for a test next week. But hey, you look great. Have fun!” She said, with a smile as she continued to read and listen to the music blasting through her headphones.

“Thanks. See you!” You said, opening the door and closing it.

“Sorry for taking long, I was studying.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s cool, uh I hope you don’t mind I brought Ethan along.”

Ethan waved from behind him.

“I don’t mind. Hi.”

Ethan just smiled and looked the other way.

“Anyways.. wow.. you look…”

“It’s basic, isn’t it?” You sighed.

“No! I really haven’t seen anyone do it.”

You were in a tight skeleton bodysuit, with flowers scattered on the heart and ribs, and on the thighs. Your makeup was skeleton makeup, with flowers as the eyes and little hearts painted on your cheek.

“What I was gonna say is you look beautiful.” He said, admiring you.

“You look..”

“Sexy?” He laughed.

“Yeah.”

“I’m still here.” Ethan said, and they both laughed and started to walk.

“Can’t believe you convinced me to go to a frat party.” You shook your head.

He laughed “I can’t believe I convinced you too either. You know you love me.”

You rolled your eyes as the three of you opened the door.

“You don’t love me? I’m hurt.” He pouted, and laughed and hugged one of his friends who came up to him.

You followed him around, not being able to stay away from him in his very… cute outfit.

Multiple girls came up to him throughout the night, flirting with him and totally disregarding your existence.

But Chad ignored them all, and he squeezed your hand and glanced at you every time. He could tell you were annoyed.

“Hey, babe, can we talk?” He said, after he saw you start to get.. upset? He couldn’t quite tell.

“Yeah. Yeah sure.”

“We’ll be back, Ethan!” He said, and leaded you upstairs.

“Hey, is something wrong?” He asked, closing the door behind him.

“No, no, I’m fine.”

He just gave you a look saying ‘no your not. I know you’

“Fine! I can’t handle it, Chad. When all those girls are over there, in their tiny little skimpy outfits, practically flashing you, and flirting with you, and it’s not your fault, but I hate it. I can’t stand it anymore. I mean what if..”

“What if what?”

“What if you’re just too good for me? What if I’m not enough..?”

“Don’t. Don’t say that. I love you, I love what we have.” He said grabbing both your hands.

“You’re an amazing woman, and I would be stupid to leave you for some dumb girls like the ones out there.”

You laughed quietly, and you both leaned in for a kiss. You both backed up to the bed, making out passionately and lovingly.

His hands were on your ass and on the back of your neck.

He reached for the back of the bodysuit, and unzipped it. It took a while to take off, but it never ruined the mood.

Luckily he didn’t have much to take off, but when he did go to take off the hat, you stopped him.

“Wait.” You grabbed his wrists. “Keep it on. It’s hot.”

He laughed “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah..”

“Alright then, yes ma’am.” He tipped his hat and put it back on.

You rolled your eyes, and then you both went right back to kissing.

He didn’t even notice you were wearing a matching set until you guys stopped kissing.

“Fuckkk…” he groaned, it was his favorite set too. It was a cute pink lace set, with a heart in the middle of the underwear and bra.

“I wore it just for you.” You said.

He smiled. “I don’t deserve you..” he mumbled, and his hand stopped at the top of your panties.

“Can I?”

“Of course.”

He slowly rolled them down your legs, and put them next to you.

“I love you. So much.” He said, kissing the inside of your thighs in between each word.

“I love you too.”

His fingers started to mess with your clit, earning an immediate noise from you.

“Sorry. Sorry. You’re just-“ your breath become staggered. “too good.”

“Let me hear your noises, baby.”

He licked through your folds, tasting the juices that were flowing from you. He was enjoying teasing you, and you gasped at the sensation.

He swirled his younger around your clit, and your hips involuntary jerked up.

He held them down, with a small laugh.

“You got all worked up over a cowboy outfit.” He said.

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s really hot.” You said, and threw your head back as he continued to lick your clit, and he could feel himself about to cum in his pants.

“Oh fuck- Chad- Chad-“ you tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t move. He continued to lick and swirl his younger around.

“I’m cumming, Chad. Chad…” you moaned, you couldn’t help it. You came all over his face, he smiled widely and his face was covered in your slick.

“Holy… shit.” You breathed out.

“Want me to return the favor?” You asked while he cleaned off his face.

He had a wide smirk on his face.

[eatingoutmen]

⌜ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⌟

💌 : 𝜗𝜚 author’s note : please keep in mind that these stories may or may not be released in the order I put set it on, and that each of them are all separate stories and do not have a connection to one another; I will decide for myself in which story should I work on first and then so on and so forth. 𝜗𝜚

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚ STORY 1 ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“ A SINFUL REDEMPTION . ”

𖦹 IDEA BY : @hornydilfsinyourarea

𖤍 SUMMARY : You have committed a grave sin and went to ask for the priest for redemption, but in order to get it, you must give him something first in order to be forgiven.

𖤐 PAIRINGS : Father Sal Tedeschi x Male Reader

⚠︎ CONTENT WARNINGS ; mentions of murder, mentions of family abuse, sex inside a church, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, praise kink, humiliation kink, slow and sensual to fast and rough sex, creampie, porn with plot.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚ STORY 2 ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“ EAT ME OUT , FUCK MY STRESS AWAY . ”

𖤍 SUMMARY : The Professor, or rather your secret boyfriend has been so stressed out from the heist and the chaos from the battles of the law, so he calls you into his office in need of something. You, an oblivious but obedient man decided to pay your boss a visit, little did you know that you were gonna be his personal fuck toy stress reliever.

𖤐 PAIRINGS : [FTM] Sergio Marquina x Male Reader

⚠︎ CONTENT WARNINGS ; cunnilingus, blowjob, handjob, teasing, fingering, slight mean/bratty! reader, punishments, brat taming, exhibitionism, p in v, pussydrunk reader, praising, oral sex (both receiving and giving), slow and teasing sex, fast and rough sex, creampie, bondage (BDSM), dom/sub dynamic, porn with plot.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚ STORY 3 ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“ MAKE ME , DETECTIVE . ”

𖦹 IDEA BY : @hornydilfsinyourarea

𖤍 SUMMARY : You have been interrogating Berlin for hours on end, you tried everything to get some information on where the next heist is going to be out of the cocky man but nothing worked, so you decided to finally take matters in your own hands, by pleasuring persuading him with your skillful ways of seduction.

𖤐 PAIRINGS : Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x Male Reader

⚠︎ CONTENT WARNINGS ; oral sex, handjob, blowjob, throat fucking, penetrative sex, cock warming, bondage (BDSM), teasing, edging, overstimulation, brat taming, degrading kink, humiliation kink, fast and rough sex, orgasm denial, creampie, porn with plot, plot twist in the end.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚ STORY 4 ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“ MY HEART’S TORN BETWEEN TWO SOULS . ”

𖦹 IDEA BY : @hornydilfsinyourarea

𖤍 SUMMARY : You have had feelings for Raquel for a long time now while working with her on capturing the Professor, but when she joined the other side, you were left heartbroken and now tasked to hunt her down and possibly hurting her. In the end of all of that chaos, you left the law and now live alone in a peaceful and quiet life away from the world. But what happens when the woman you still love finds her way back into your life with her new fiancé asking for help?

𖤐 PAIRINGS : Raquel Murillo x Male Reader x Sergio Marquina

⚠︎ CONTENT WARNINGS ; mentions of Sergio & Raquel being engaged, mentions Reader still not moving on from Raquel, Reader getting jealous of Sergio, pussydrunk Reader, slow-burn, angst, fluff, smut, kissing, making out, cuckholding, dom/sub/dom dynamic, oral sex, blowjob, handjob, cunnilingus, threesome sex, spit roasting, anal penetration, vaginal and anal, pegging, cock warming, body worship, praise kink, fast and rough sex, creampie, porn with plot.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚ STORY 5 ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“ LA COMPETENCIA . ”

𖤍 SUMMARY : Berlin and Professor, or rather; Andrés and Sergio, set up a competetion on which one of them manages to sleep with you.

𖤐 PAIRINGS : Sergio Marquina x Male Reader x Andrés de Fonollosa

⚠︎ CONTENT WARNINGS ; Reader goes by the codename “Seoul”, alcohol, sub/dom/sub dynamic, blowjob, deepthroating, teasing, brat taming, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, cumplay, fast and rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, creampie, cock warming, porn with plot.

ʚ all works belong to @eatingoutmen do NOT steal, copy or repost anywhere without my permission from ME personally; reblogs and interactions are fine. ɞ

[papayatori]

Don't Blink!(P4)

LN4 x fem!reader

Warnings: None

a/n, we're starting to get somewhere, oh how I love a good slow burn. ;-; (Also please bear with me, I know these aren't entirely accurate, I'm simply doing this for plot purposes, thanks!)

Why the hell had I decided to invite Lando over for breakfast. I don't know what came over me, whether it was some random confidence or those eyes of his that could drive me mad, I was pissed off at it.

Night owls don't do early breakfast. I know this from personal experience. I also know from personal experience that Lando is a morning person.

This is not okay.

My alarm blared multiple times that morning, I gave up after the fourth time, deciding that Lando was important enough to get out of bed for.

I did my normal morning routine, skin care, brushing my teeth, all of the necessities, before trudging into the kitchen to somehow find the will to not only continue living for the next few hours of the morning, but also find the will to cook breakfast.

I let out a long, exasperated and dramatic sigh before carrying on with my brave quests.

Halfway through the deep and ferocious battle known as making pancakes the right way, I heard a heavy knock on my door. My heart skipped a traitorous beat at the thought of who it could be.

Curse my silly feelings.

I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel I had on the bar and quickly went to open my door.

"Good morning, darling." He had one hand held out to me, the other behind his back. I accepted his hand and allowed him to kiss it the way he had the night before, though not without a growing red color in my cheeks. He pulled his other hand out from behind him, revealing the prettiest rose I had ever seen, and he handed it to me with an expression that was probably just as pretty. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a small portion of his chest for all to see. It distracted me from the rose for a bit longer than I had planned.

"Thank you?" I said finally, in more of a question than a statement. "Why are you all fancy looking today, and what's with the rose?" He grinned, flashing his teeth.

"It's our second date."

I could've slapped myself in the head, but it wouldn't have done any good. I had forgotten that we had agreed it would be our second date, even if it was mostly a joke when I had offered.

When I didn't reply, he stepped past me, brushing his hand against mine as he did so, and walked into the kitchen.

"Pancakes?" He said, a smile growing further when he saw the huge mess in my kitchen. "I'm going to assume that's a yes."

"You would be assuming correctly, Lan. Pancakes are an art I've yet to master." "If I die because of your cooking, I'm taking you with me." He looked me dead in the eye as he said this, no hints to whether or not he was joking. I threw the kitchen towel at him with a laugh.

"I'm not that bad of a cook!" He eyed me suspiciously.

"I'll be the judge of that, thank you."

I rolled my eyes at him, wondering back to the task at hand.

Lando helped me finish prepping. He even helped me set the table, too. Not only did he look the part of a gentleman, but he also played the part very well. I couldn't help but think that we were a family right then. The way that we talked to one another, joked around like we had known each other for years. How he had helped me clean off the bar we would be eating on, since it was completely caked in flour from my small war earlier. Things just felt right at home. Lando was starting to feel like home, and I was starting to look forward to his visits.

"Y/n," He started, pulling me away from my pancakes. "Look at me." He hesitated a bit, reaching his hand up to touch my face. His thumb brushed the side of my cheek gently. This felt far more intimate than the two of us had ever been, and while I wasn't pushing him away, it was almost terrifying how dangerously fast my heart was beating due to his small action. "You had a bit of flour left on your face." He smiled, probably seeing the tint of my cheeks.

"Thanks." I stumbled, dropping my embarrassed gaze back to my pancakes.

...

...

...

Lando and I were playing a very dangerous game. Both of us were dancing around the thought of the other, neither of us decided to cross over the fine line between friendship and something more than that. We had spent all day together for the last week, and when we weren't around each other, we were texting each other or tweeting back and forth. Lando had discovered that I posted on Twitter quite a lot, and he never failed to reply to any of my pictures with something witty or stupid, all of which would make me giggle to myself. I had hated actually admitting the fact that I might think of him as something more than what we were, which was strange considering we had really only known each other for a weeks time, but nonetheless, I still felt that way.

You can't really tell your emotions no, can you?

He hadn't stopped on the formalities, either. He continued to kiss my hand when he met me at my door or out in public somewhere. Especially in crowds, he would sometimes squeeze my hand, knowing how nervous I got. All of his small gestures gave me butterflies and sent my pulse so high I though I might faint. My chest had started to ache when he wasn't around. I had started to feel empty after practices had started for the season, though that also meant the race was getting closer.

As we stood now, the race was two days away. It was now Thursday, Lan's second testing of the season. So far, he had come home with nothing short of success to boast about. He always got really excited when he talked about the car or the team. Those blue-green eyes of his would light up every time the topic was even brought up, inviting him to ramble for hours. Not that I minded, I personally find it quite enjoyable.

I heard frantic knocking at my door, knowing it was probably just Lando being overdramatic. I opened the door in a hurry, not willing to admit it to myself, but I was excited to see him.

"Hi" He said excitedly, doing a little wave before letting himself in. I'm assuming he had just gotten back from his practice. It was about that time and he was absolutely drenched in sweat. He went to sit down on the couch, but I held out my hand in denial.

"Lan, you're covered in sweat. You're not sitting on my couch like that." I covered my nose instinctively as I had started to notice.

"Aw, y/nnnn, c'mon. I'm tired." His bottom lip threatened to pop out at any moment, I knew it was only a matter of time before I eventually gave in to his pouting. I wouldn't give up that easily.

"Shower, go, I'll wash your clothes for you." It was his lucky day that I liked to wear oversized clothing. I dug through my closet trying to find one of my bigger shirts. With a triumphant smile, I brought Lan a pair of my larger sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

Hopefully this would do.

"Are you sure?" He asked, questioning my offer.

"Positive, you have no choice if you want to have our movie night tonight." I was practically shoving him into the bathroom at this point, trying to get him in as quick as possible before I was poisoned by the smell of his sweat. "I keep some of my dad's soap under the cabinet, feel free to help yourself." I heard some sort of grunt of approval from the other side of the door, and with my mission a success, I wandered back to my couch, admiring my handiwork.

"y/n 1, Lando 0."

A breath of fresh air hit me as Lando walked back into the main room. "May I sit now?" I looked up at him, his hair still damp and frizzy, curls sticking to his damp face. He could not have been more attractive. Especially since the shirt that I had thought would be big enough, turned out to be rather short, revealing a small portion of his abs to me. I had to look away, nodding my head slowly to his question.

A blush started creeping its way up my neck. I saw him give me a look out of my peripheral. "What's the matter with you?" He asked, as if absolutely oblivious to the obvious. "Just excited for the movies." I lied through my teeth, and if he had known better, he made no effort to say otherwise.

We both agreed on the spiderman movie; though, we had to watch the ones with Tom Holland in them. Well, Lando insisted we watched the ones with Tom Holland in them.

We joked around for the first movie, watching it but not really watching it. Every now and then we would bump into each other, moving ever so slightly and brushing shoulders or knees. Each touch was like fire to me, and it made me feel hotter than I should have. The room got warmer every time he looked at me, spoke to me. I was starting to realize that my feelings really didn't like being ignored, and I was eventually going to have to acknowledge them. The second movie was even harder to get through than the first. My eyes had started to grow heavy, and I knew that sleep was fast approaching. I felt a weight around my shoulders and looked over to find Lan's arm wrapped around me, his eyes focused on the TV. I liked this a bit too much, I decided. His warmth dug into me like poison, my eyelids threatening to fall with each passing second. I knew that if we sat here for much longer that I would be a goner.

My head fell down gently onto Lando's chest, I felt it tense slightly before letting up like he had before when we had hugged the first time. His chest shook with a soft chuckle. Though sleep had taken me, I felt a small kiss to my forehead, causing a smile to instinctively spread across my face.

"Goodnight, darling." y/n 1, Lando 1.

[joka13]

Hello! Feel free to ignore this, but I was wondering if I could request a unrequited love trope thing with one or both of the Weasley twins! And maybe where the Hanahaki disease exists, and if you don’t want to write that and is out of your comfort that is totally chill with me!!! You can go about with the plot however you like :]

Remember to feel free to ignore, thanks! :D

Hi, there! I'm flattered by your faith in me, haha. I will say I found this prompt very interesting and was thankful for the challenge! Hope you enjoy🫰

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Dear reader,

As you may or may not know, I post extensive, multiple part fanfiction stories. I must remind you or clarify that I do not consider any requests I write as parts of those stories. Thank you for reading❤️

FANFICTION (REQUEST): Weasley Twins x Reader (Hufflepuff Girl) - Lovesick - Part 1/5

WARNINGS: none

Everybody likes to have fun sometimes. Fred and George made sure to have fun all of the time. Unfortunately for the school staff, the twins' idea of fun usually involved starting up trouble. The brothers were widely known, even outside of Hogwarts, for their mischievous hobbies. So, any time the obvious results of a prank came about, all heads turned toward Fred and George. That was fine and all with the twins; they were always responsible for every prank anyway and everyone knew it. But then, one day, they were blamed for a joke that they did not set.

In the middle of their Potions class, Fred and George were summoned outside by Filch, Hogwarts' caretaker. Normally, the twins would've given anything if it meant not facing Filch's confrontation, but they even more could not stand the Potions class teacher, Professor Snape (he was more difficult to fool than anyone else in the school other than the Headmaster; they could never have any fun in his class), so they gladly cooperated.

"Ah, Argus!" Fred and George greeted the caretaker in unison as they stepped out into the hall. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Don't call me that," Filch growled. "And you know exactly why I'm here!"

"Don't worry yourself. You already spat at us about that last dungbomb," said Fred calmly.

"Just this morning," George added.

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Filch pointed a bony, accusing finger. "A bunch of fish were found flopping about inside all of the toilets in the first floor girls' lavatory!"

The twins laughed.

"We're willing to stoop pretty low, but never low enough to actually enter the girls' bathroom," George snorted (he and Fred once released a small family of gnomes into the girls' bathroom while Pansy Parkinson was occupying a stall, but the twins technically never went into the bathroom).

Fred nodded, still chuckling. "Indeed. You know us better than that, Argus! We're rapscallions, not creeps."

Filch's face reddened. "You have magic!" he huffed. "You could have easily placed the fish from outside of—"

"I'll admit, we're not so talented. I would've liked to take credit for that one," George sighed wistfully.

Fred placed a hand on George's shoulder. "Don't worry, dear brother. We'll think of something just as equally impressive," he comforted.

"You think so?" asked George timidly.

"Aargh!" Filch exclaimed in frustration. "I know it was you two!" And with that, Filch turned around and stomped away in the direction of Professor Dumbledore's office.

George snickered. "I'd say that one went rather well."

"Yes, yes," Fred chuckled. There was a pause. "I wonder how those fish might've gotten there..."

"Shall we go check it out?" asked George. "It's probably been labeled, so no one will go in."

Fred shook his head. "Na, Filch will be in to take care of the mess after he finishes fussing to Dumbledore."

"So we have time to go raid his office while he's busy cleaning up!"

"I like the way you think, George."

"Thank you, Fred."

After filling the toilets in the first floor girls' lavatory with fish you'd collected from the lake as a distraction for Filch, you quickly headed for his office to go through his drawer marked CONFISCATED AND HIGHLY DANGEROUS.

You'd hoped to find something good, but you were disappointed. All that was in the drawer were little, mostly insignificant things. You did recognize a few of the Weasley twins' inventions: firecrackers, puking pastels, dungbombs, etc. It wasn't much, but you started to pocket the Weasley bits anyway because you didn't want to have pulled that fish stunt for nothing.

Just as you were finishing up, you heard the door creak open behind you. You froze. Assuming that it was Filch who had entered the room, you turned around slowly while displaying a guilty expression, knowing you'd been caught.

To your surprise and relief, you were met with none other than the Weasley twins. They seemed just as surprised to see you.

"Merlin's beard, you blokes scared me!" you exhaled dramatically. You looked down at the objects in your hands that had once belonged to the twins and held them out, chuckling sheepishly.

Fred laughed while George simply grinned.

"Keep 'em," George said. "We've got plenty."

"Really?" you asked. "But I thought you guys only sell."

"That's true," said Fred. "But if you're the one who dumped those fish in the bathroom, then you've earned them."

It was your turn to laugh. "Let me guess: you two saw the opportunity I made for myself. I'm sorry to say that there's not much worth taking here," you said as you closed the drawer and shoved the goods into the pocket of your robes. "Well, other than your things."

"That would be our doing," George said shamelessly.

"We ransacked Filch's stash a while back. Guess he hasn't confiscated much since then," said Fred.

You nodded in understanding. "Ah... Well, I'd better get going. The sooner we're all gone, the better."

Fred and George stepped back, holding the door open for you as you exited.

"Thanks!" you said. "And thank you for these." You patted your bulging pocket.

"No problem," the twins replied simultaneously.

"See ya." You smiled and waved, then started to head in the direction of the Hufflepuff common room where you could hide your new toys.

"Wait!" Fred called after you. You turned around.

"What's your name?" George asked.

You grinned. "Y/n. Y/n y/l/n. Pleased to meet your acquaintance," you giggled, curtsying loosely, and then went on your way.

Fred and George watched in silence as you walked away.

"Fred," George eventually spoke. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"I didn't, George," Fred responded, still staring down the hall though you had already gone. "But... I've also never seen a girl steal from Filch... 'til now. It's kinda hot."

George nodded in agreement. "Yeah... Did you notice her house colors?"

"Yeah, can you believe it? A robbing, pranking Hufflepuff!"

"I think we just witnessed a miracle."

The twins laughed together. Though neither of them confessed it out loud, both Fred and George felt something take root (quite literally) inside their hearts that day.

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[sakuraryomen01]

Sex Exercise /Jjk Characters x Reader/ Prt. 2

warnings: based on a comic called "Sexersize" . reader is a little chubby . sex gym . working out with Sukuna as the trainer . gojo x reader x sukuna (sorta) . risky relationship with sukuna . jealous sukuna and gojo . [reader is also sort of caught in the crossfire of their pettiness and kept in the dark ^^;;] . more or less a sexual crush . gojo's a little mean/of a tease . oral sex (reader receiving) and a blowjob (sukuna receiving) . face fucking . multiple rounds, and positions; reverse cowgirl, scissor style, and missionary . getou also is back to his normal trainer position ^^

reader: female reader; slightly chubby

plot: smut + story . reader goes to a sex gym, having no knowledge of the actually training regimen

words: 4.635k

a/n:: hello hello! ^^ tbh i wanted to take another pause on Valentino as Easter is coming up in a few days! And, I just couldn't get over how popular this drabble was so I decided to make it series of sorts! i hope you're looking forward to getting more of this stuff out lol >_>;; i'm going to also post something with Getou soon! ♡

. . .

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!

It felt like the last month and a half was a fever dream, because you were wondering if Sukuna had decided to really give you special treatment.

He was usually texting you about newer and better sexual positions to test out for extra weight loss. And he also wanted you to come in more and more whenever you had the chance. Whatever this was, you really enjoyed the attention.

To be honest, you almost felt like an attention whore.

For whatever reason, you began to obey the man's commands. And, oh boy, did it pay off for you in the end.

Especially during every session you had paired with the pink haired trainer. It was like he didn't care that the rules in the policy existed, he treated them like helpful suggestions rather than rules when he was in the same room with you. Always daring to kneel behind you while you and your assigned partner for the day were fucking, grabbing some oil and lubing his hands before playing with your ever so soft tits.

"That's it," He'd coo, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before rolling your nipples in his rough fingers. "Make sure to keep your hips angled, sir. She likes it hitting deep inside."

Your partner would always blush a flustered pink before nodding and doing as instructed, grunting in pleasure whenever your pussy tightened around their cock.

"Good job, just don't cum yet."

Like any other day though, today wasn't like that. After Sukuna had gotten into the groove of playing with your pearly chest and precious clit, he wouldn't be prepared for the days to come. After all, fucking his client instead of being patient would have its consequences.

One day in particular might've set off the current chain of events.

"I've been called into a meeting?" Sukuna questioned, his phone raised to his ear after you finished your second session that week. "But, I didn't have anything planned afterwards. I was going to eat and head home."

"Well, you'll have to reschedule," Getou's cool tone echoed through the speaker. "It's not a request. The boss is upset with you after what you did a while ago."

Sukuna groaned, rolling his eyes and you and your partner dressed and departed. Although he seemed stressed and unhappy, you didn't want to meddle in his business, no matter how much it bothered you.

"I'll be there. When is it?"

"Right now, actually. He's waiting for you upstairs in the conference room."

With another curse under his breath, Sukuna cleaned off his fingers from before and headed to the showers. Quickly changing his clothes and washing himself, Sukuna made his way to the front of the gym and turned right. Going up the same stairs you went up your first day at the sex gym. While he didn't care what happened, Sukuna really wouldn't mind being fired.

With a perverted smirk, he huffed as his mind began to cloud once again with pictures of you.

If he got fired, he could fuck you whenever he wanted!

Trying to keep a cool head, and relaxed cock, Sukuna pushed open the door and came face to face with his boss immediately.

The white haired devil's eyes were a piercing shade of sky blue. Shining under his dark sunglasses and pretty white lashes. His head tilted, cheek resting against his palm, and his light grey button up slightly undone like he was some mob boss and not some shady gym owner.

"What is it, Satoru?" Sukuna grunted, closing the door quickly and crossing his arms.

"That's no way to talk to your boss," Gojo cooed in a mock whimper, as if to pretend to be hurt. "I wanted to talk to you. Please, take a seat."

Sukuna would rather not. He didn't know how many girls Gojo's fucked stupid in the room and he didn't want to find out.

After Sukuna was forced into the chair, Getou was soon summoned to join before Gojo started. "So, what's up?"

"That cute lil' client you banged," Gojo said rather bluntly, his charming smile never faltering as Sukuna's eyes glazed over. "When were you going to tell me that incident happened?"

Getou stood beside Gojo's chair, his hands in his pockets with his hoodie sleeves rolled up. There was a small smirk that made its way onto his features, eyes lazily looking between Sukuna and Gojo as the tension grew.

"Did you have your errand boy tell you?" Sukuna grumbled, arms folded and a vein bursting on his neck. He wasn't particularly happy that he was having this conversation.

"I'm wounded," Getou pouted, holding a hand to his chest. "I only watched from the sidelines."

"Whatever, that's not the point!"

There was a collective sigh from Sukuna and Getou, before Gojo butted in and continued his small rant.

"I'm going to do another workout with this Y/n girl and you're not going to get whiny about it, or, I'll make Suguru her new trainer."

That vein of Sukuna's neck was bulging with pure anger and pettiness. He didn't want to be switched with Getou, but watching Gojo fuck you would be just as torturous. Even if he did bang his client when he wasn't supposed to, he didn't want to go through a punishment because of Gojo's choices.

"..If you don't show up, I'll fuck her again," Sukuna threatened, standing and running a hand through his pink locks. "I don't want to leave her high and dry over your whorish nature."

"That's understandable," Gojo said, huffing with pouty lips, lifting his glasses up to rest on his head. His blue eyes practically glowed, shimmering as an amused glint shined. "Make sure I don't find out next time."

With a click, Sukuna left the conference room and headed down to the main lobby, seeing Shoko with her spiked coffee like always and a lazy glimmer in her dark eyes.

"Oh? Someone got your balls in a twist?" She asked, sitting up and removing her feet from atop her desk.

Sukuna grunted, picking up the session notes for next week. His maroon eyes scanned every column until they landed on yours, your cute little photo needed updating. You cheeks weren't nearly as chubby as they used to be.

Was that really a problem tho? Sukuna had wondered to himself, and this wasn't the first occasion.

Many a time did he wonder if your chubbiness was such a bother. Sure, wanting to look good and feel good about yourself was one thing, but Sukuna thought that you looked like an adorable plush pillow. One that he could squeeze in his firm grip and play with like a little ragdoll.

"Getting heart eyed, hm?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sukuna sent a glare Shoko's way even though all she had in store was curiosity. "Don't be so harsh. You'll chase off girls with such a 'fuck off' face."

"I don't care," Sukuna snapped, his nose crinkling in disgust. "All the girls that want me are whores running from their husbands anyways."

"So harsh," said the receptionist. Clicking her tongue and rolling the sparkling tongue piercing around her mouth before letting her tongue hang from between her glossy lips. "Don't be like that around that Y/n girl you're fawning over. She'll ask for a new trainer right away!"

Sukuna scoffed, looking at the partner's empty blank and writing in Gojo Satoru. Once he handed the clipboard back to Shoko, she raised her brow in confusion and looked at him.

"Again?" She asked, the corner of her lips turning up in a smirk. "Do you have a humiliation kink by any chance?"

With a grimace and a sigh, Sukuna walked out of the gym after grabbing his things from the trainers washroom. Whatever was going to happen that following week was probably fated to happen. And Sukuna didn't wish to witness it, but he didn't expect it to happen like the first time.

Gojo sometimes followed through on his threats.

Sukuna was walking down the street with a homemade strawberry smoothie in hand, his phone occupying the other. His earbuds in, blasting some (S)aints on Spotify until he arrived at the gym. Although nothing strange had happened to him just yet, he was expecting some kind of a weird greeting from his coworkers.

He quickly finished his drink and threw the cup, walking over to Shoko's desk to sign himself in. She wasn't present at the time, but it was almost 8 in the morning, and she didn't normally like showing up before 9.

Before opening time, Sukuna started to clean his workout room and placed a fresh mat and pillow for his clients. Checked his clipboard and the positions, the AC and if the air was running properly. The oil, the lube, and the condoms— he checked it all.

When nothing out of the ordinary really showed up, Sukuna walked out of the freshly glorified room and made his way to the showers. Stripping quickly in one of the private stalls and bringing along some body wash and a loofah from home.

He washed up rather quickly, not really wanting to run into Gojo again and get bombarded with teases and jealous remarks, and got out to dry off. Though all of Sukuna's wishes weren't able to come true, and his boss walked into the washroom right as Sukuna was dressing in a loose shirt and shorts.

"Ah, you're here early!" Gojo chirped, a smile plastered on his pale face. "Didn't expect you to be so excited to see me naked. Are you a pervert, Sukuna?"

"Of course not," Sukuna responded, grabbing a water bottle from his bag and walking by the male. "I've been dreading this day for a while."

"See you later, Sukuna~"

It was almost twenty minutes later when Sukuna heard a knock on his door, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Wondering who it was, it made him grumble with annoyance and jealousy. He didn't want to see what Gojo had planned for you, even though it was planned specifically for your workout schedule.

When he opened the door, a small sigh of relief was released at the sight a little you.

"Hey," You mumbled, a smile on your face and a blush tinting your cheeks. "I came a little earlier than normal since I have work later on tonight."

Sukuna nods and lets you in, only to make eye contact with your partner for today. Gojo's smile as shiny and smug as always, but there was also a shine in his eyes that made him look especially aroused. Gojo said hello to Sukuna again, before walking into the room and looking down at you.

"Hello," You waved your hand, already seated on the mat. "Are you my partner for today?"

"Mhm, I see Sukuna already informed you my name."

As you and Gojo exchanged pleasantries for a moment, he sat in front of you and glanced at the clipboard deciding whether or not to follow through with the planned positions or not. But, once Sukuna closed the door, there was an awkward silence.

Sukuna deeply regretted coming to work today.

"We're going to start with a massage," Sukuna instructed, kneeling beside you both and gesturing to the same golden vial of lotion that was provided each and every time. "If you're alright with it, please begin to—"

"I know the drill," Gojo interrupted, rolling his pretty doe eyes before landing them on you. Scanning your chest and waist like they were snacks, making you squirm in your spot and your cheeks flush pink.

"I'm just supposed to get this little lady's clothes off and play with her pretty nipples, right?"

Sukuna grimaced, putting the clipboard down and opening the lube bottle, making his way behind you and patting on your shoulder. Turning your attention to him, his maroon eyes sparkling as he lifted up your shirt. There was an annoyed groan from Gojo, watching as you got played with.

He didn't mind a show, but just watching and not getting to touch really got on his nerves. "Oi, I'm the partner- not you!"

Sukuna clicked his tongue, taking off your shirt and watching your tits bounce from their confines. A satisfied coo rumbling from your trainer's throat, seeing your pretty nipples again as if it was like his first time. And even then, his annoyance (and small hint of jealousy for Gojo) wouldn't make Sukuna hate them.

"Whoa," Gojo chuckled from his spot, although he wasn't in the same place. He had crawled closer and closer to you, eyes trained on your perky little breasts. "And I thought these looked good from the side lines."

With another click of the tongue, Sukuna uncapped the oil and lifted it above your chest. Tilting it until it began pouring the oil onto your skin, a shiver going down your spine at the familiar coolness that coated your body. You let out an almost satisfied sigh, closing your eyes as Sukuna's hands began to wander.

"Heh, there you go," Sukuna's calm whisper tickles your ear, his soft lips press against your neck, leaving small marks. "Is it too rough, miss? Doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head quickly, leaning into Sukuna's touch. Feeling his large hands on your chest again made you feel tingly down there, as if it was sparked by his hand. Whatever the reason, you watched his thumb rub against your nipples, fingertips pinching them and twisting them a few times.

Meanwhile, your soft moans and gasps had made Gojo's cock extremely hard. So hard, it was dripping and making a stain in his briefs, throbbing and pulsing underneath the fabric as if the sight alone was enough to make him hard.

"Hey, I'm getting blue balls here," He grumbled, trying to get some kind of attention. When your lidded eyes flickered up to him, a soft grunt left him. How could you be this cute?

"Shouldn't I be doing this?"

"..That's correct," Sukuna eventually answered, releasing his hold on your chest and snacking his hands down your hips, squeezing and pinching at the soft flesh like it was a plushie. "But I think she rather enjoys my hands than yours, sir."

A glare was shared between the two men, and a wave of jealousy and petty feelings entered the atmosphere. Making a shudder go down your spine, looking between the two men with a dumbfounded expression.

What was with the tension..??

"A-Anyways," You mumble, the duo's eyes light up— more or less —as they turned down to you. "Isn't it time for the man's massage?"

Gojo's smug smile definitely ticked off Sukuna again, a small squelch sound being made as he released his hold on your hips. "That's right."

Nodding, you picked up the oil bottle just as Gojo removed his shirt and laid down on his belly. You could tell just how excited he was with the light pink tinting his cheeks, his feet kicking a little as you climbed onto his back. Your bum rested just above his, right over his waist, and you coat your fingers in the sticky oil.

"Gentle around his nape," Sukuna suddenly said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. "He's a bit of a sensitive tyke, and his hips too."

"Oi, don't go flirting while I'm right here!" Gojo pouted.

You nod again, spiral eyed as you started the massage. Never in your adult years did you think you'd be sandwiched between two men and their bickering. Whatever the reason their fighting continued, you hoped it wouldn't get too bad.

Pressing your thumbs down on his nape— an obvious shiver being sent down Gojo's spine —you started to work out all the knots and kinks that you could feel. Rolling your wrists and pressing your palms into Gojo's shoulders, focusing on his muscles relaxing while your mind begins to wander. Feeling him flexing underneath you when you hit a tender spot, watching him tense up with a small grunt. It was so cute and hot at the same time how much of a baby face your partner had, and you wondered what he'd look like during sex.

Would he look like a total demon? Or like he was having his first time?

As your mind swirled with all the possibilities, and more, you had begun to get wet. Dampening your panties and letting it soak like it was a waterfall between your thighs. Eventually, Gojo noticed this growing warmth on his lower back, turning his head back slightly and angling his eyes to catch a glimpse of what he thought might be true.

"Getting wet, are you?" His cool tone making you jump, pretty eyes catching you in the act of daydreaming. "Do you like a good body as much as I do?"

"Uhm," You mumbled, unable to respond after being caught. "I-I suppose so, sir."

Gojo giggled at your response, pushing you off gently and rolling back onto his bum. Pulling you into his lap, his white lashes fluttered against your cheek while his boyish eyes sparkled.

"My name's Satoru Gojo, ya'know?" He teased, kissing your cheeks and holding your face in his massive hands. "Call me by name, it'll get way too kinky if you call me that!"

With a whimper, you were placed down onto the mat, the pillow that was placed ahead of time resting under your head with a small poof sound. Gojo towered over you, looking down at you like a large cat about to devour its prey. He licked his lips, hooking his fingers under your waistband and tugging down. Pulling your shorts and panties off in such a swift and quick motion you worried he torn them.

"Gotta get a taste of that juicy pussy," Gojo purred, his eyes practically glowing when they shot down to the moist area. Seeing your folds soaking in their own slick made his dick throb in their confindes.

"Looking mighty savory, aren't you?"

The vulgarity was making you shiver, watching in stunned silence as Gojo's hands pressed against your inner thighs and he quickly leaned his head down to sniff you. Hid body soon follows suit and resting on the mat, and his tongue catches you off guard when it flicks at your clit.

"Waah!!" You cry out, hands making their way to tug at Gojo's fluffy hair. "Th-That was too sudden, be careful!"

Gojo responds with a very muffled "I got this," and continues working your pussy with his mouth. It was almost a complete contrast from how Sukuna did it. It was sudden, and Gojo didn't leave anything to chance. Paying lots of attention to your hole while thumbing at your clit, practically grinding his nose under the hood and incidentally pinching it between the two.

He let out little sighs of satisfaction at your taste, letting the fluids into his mouth and pushing his tongue into your hole. Feeling you clench around him and forcing another jolt from his cock.

"God, you're making me so hard right now," Gojo taunted, swirling his tongue around and chuckling over how hard your cunt was sucking in his tongue. "So welcoming, I can't wait to feel how tight you are down here."

A few short moments and he had you cumming from his fingers and lips, your thighs shuddering under the force of your orgasm and an unexpected moan erupting from you. Gojo was a little surprised as well how fast he got you to cum, considering how much stamina you must've developed exercising here.

"Must be weak for someone good with his hands, eh?" Gojo smirked, feeling Sukuna's eyes burning holes in the side of his head. It was so worth it.

After his teasing resided, he looked over at Sukuna and asked what the first position was. With a grimace, Sukuna lifted the clipboard and read it off the top; "Reverse cowgirl."

The male cooed with delight, a smile on his face as he began peppering your neck with kisses and nibbles. You yelp when you're suddenly lifted into Gojo's lap and flipped around, pressing against a very firm bump in his lap. He pushed down his shorts and briefs as you look back to see just how big he was, and what you saw made you shudder.

It was massive.

"Oh my.." You mumble, trailing off as Gojo ripped open one of the condoms Sukuna provided. "Are you even sure it'll fit?"

Gojo nods as if to play with you, slipping the condom over his dripping and pink mushroomed tip. "Of course it will! I prepped you good for my cock, and you'll take it like a good girl."

Gojo's hand gripped his base firmly, tilting your ass up so he could get a good look at your pussy. Tracing his tip on the outline of your entrance, he pushed it into your opening and sighed once your tightness enveloped him.

It felt like heaven inside you.

You pulsed and squeezed in all of the right places as Gojo continued pushing himself inside you, putting it inside like a sword to its sheath. Once he felt his balls pressing against your swollen clit, grinding them against you, he laid down on the mat and held your hips in his hands.

"Go ahead and start the work out," Sukuna muttered from his spot by the tinted window, arms folded and staring down at where you and Gojo were now connected. "Make sure to be gentle, she's not some blow-up doll."

Gojo scoffs, sending a glare to his worker and receiving one in return.

Once you managed to catch your breath, you pressed your shins into the mat and lifted your hips. The friction of Gojo's shaft rubbing your insides as if he wasn't even wearing a condom, your nails digging into his thighs skin and creating indents. You whimpered at the feeling of Gojo's cock being so deep inside, feeling it rub all the bumps and spots that made your toes curl.

Soon, Gojo decided to take matters into his own hands.

Jutting his hips up and rocking you against him in a fast paced rhythm. Knocking his leaking tip against your womb, rubbing your clit against his swelling balls with every thump. It was hard to hold back your orgasm like this, the pressure you were getting was almost perfect.

"..Five.. Six.. Seven," Sukuna counted, watching your tits bounce and your back arch for someone that wasn't him. He didn't even want to pay any mind to Gojo, but it was him that was making you feel so good.

Making your face morph with pleasure and bounce so perfectly. You looked so cute and sexy, that it made Sukuna grunt with lust. He's ashamed he's so horny for his client, seeing you everyday get fucked by someone that wasn't him and imagine it was himself doing it. He had that one chance, and he took it, and now his cock was being punished in its confines, dripping and oozing for you.

"O-Okay, time to move to a different position," He announced, looking at his clipboard and hearing a pop! "Scissor style. Miss, please lay on your side and we'll continue."

You nod, panting and shaky, already almost spent. It was a surprise that you weren't used to this, it was like the first time you ever walked into the gym all over again. Laying down, you lazily lifted your leg, watching Gojo come up over you once again and putting it over his shoulder. Slipping his cock back inside you and groaning quietly, looking down and watching your hole constrict around him as he started moving his hips, holding onto your leg and kissing your calf.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Gojo said, rubbing up your thigh and pressing his hand against your hip. "I want to come so bad inside you, but there's this fucking condom."

Your whimpers and moans were like music to Sukuna's ears, watching you struggle to hold your orgasm back after being edged. Seeing how tight your tummy was clenching just to handle Gojo's sharp thrusts, his pubic bone slapped against your thigh. He let out a groan, pressing his brows together as his movements became sloppy and desperate.

He really wanted to cum.

"..Nine.. Ten!" Sukuna clapped, startling both you and Gojo at the same time with his presence. Seeing as he wasn't normally as handsy like any other day, but oh did he want to.

"You'll now be switching to missionary, the final position for today. Anyways, before we do that.."

Sukuna took a few steps towards you and sat down a little ways from your head as Gojo released you from your compromising position. Your confusion made him smirk, watching in amusement as your face changed from a look of confusion to embarrassment and pure cuteness.

"You'll be sucking me off, too," He finished, undoing himself from his pants and letting his hard cock slap against his stomach. The tip was oozing with pre-cum, dripping down the underside and ending up trailing along one of the veins that was throbbing.

"You could get written up for that," Gojo interjected, glaring at Sukuna's dick like he was hoping it'd just fall off. "Against policy, y'know?"

Sukuna shrugged, fisting himself for a moment while you were still stunned and not paying attention to the argument at all. Looking up at the enlarged head until it was tapping its pearled up tip to your puffy lips, pressing and rubbing for you to invite it inside. Your eyes sparkled while Sukuna and Gojo continued their banter before you opened your mouth and began to suck on the tip.

"Just don't be a dick and let it—" Cutting himself off with a moan and slapping a hand to his face, turning his attention back down to you whom was already making around the halfway mark and suckling gently on his cock.

You let out a small purr at the taste, seeing as you had been wondering its flavor for quite some time, and having it finally was making you feel better than before. A large hand patted your head, causing you to look up and see Sukuna's proud smirk plastered on his face.

"Like it?" He asked, playing with your hair and gesturing to Gojo to get into the next instructed position. "Keep sucking, just make sure that you don't choke."

You nod, resting on your back as your partner lifted your legs over his hips. The familiar stretch of Gojo's dick pushed back inside your cunny, dripping and squelching as he started to move and press his thumb against your clit. Rocking his hips hard against you to try and get your attention back onto him, watching your mouth take Sukuna deeper and deeper into your throat.

"That shouldn't be so sexy, dammit," Gojo huffed, working up a sweat as he pressed his hands on the mat next to your hips. "Fuck.. so tight and warm.."

With each of your holes being filled up, you moaned around Sukuna's. Feeling the pleasure touching every nerve ending and limb that was being consumed. It was as if you were being welcomed into a hug, even though the people currently embarrassing you had some form of hate for each other.

Sukuna grunted, holding your head in place while he started to move his hips. His cock tapping at the back of your throat and your drool pooling around its middle, an almost harsh pace being set to where you wanted to choke.

"Is it too much?" Sukuna teased, looking down at your flushed face.

Although you couldn't speak, you let out a small whimper, running your tongue on the side of his cock and watching his brow twitch. He let out a chuckle, a groan following it, and a sigh. Feeling your soft lips around him made him want to finish already, and he most likely will even though Gojo was there and would tease him about it for the days to come.

While Sukuna's dick knocked at the back of your throat Gojo's cock rubbed at your sweet spot deep inside. Grinding his pelvis into your clit, squeezing at your hips until you knew they'd have bruises tomorrow. His large palms made they're way up your body, tickling at your sides until his thumbs grazed at your nipples.

Rubbing around them and playing with them while he moved his hips against you gently, even though he should've been going at a faster pace.

"Squeezing me so tight," Gojo mumbled, thumbing your nipples and cupping your tits. His eyes glowed with want as his hips started to pick up their pace. "Gonna make me cum so fast, Y/n."

"M-Mgh!" You responded in return, feeling Gojo's fingers pinch and tug at your nipples. Bending his head down to suckle on them, licking around your swelling nub until it was a bright red.

"Such sexy lil' nipples too. Wahh, I get why Sukuna was so protective of oyu now!"

The man in question grunted, his face flushed and rocking his hips into your mouth more. Panting and playing with your hair while his cock continued to drool and drip more into your mouth. Soon Sukuna's aching member gave a final throb and shot his load down your throat.

A warm and bitter taste on your tongue, you swallowed. Some of the excess dribbling down the corner of your lips and landing on the tatami mat, Sukuna's cock pulling from the heat of your mouth with a pop!

"Thanks, darling," Sukuna teased, watching your fucked out expression get worse. "You've got a great mouth on you."

Letting out a little whimper, Sukuna pinched your chin between his fingers, leaning his head down and pressing a small kiss to your bottom lip. It sends a shudder down your spine and made your toes curl.

His lips were so soft and warm even if it was for a brief moment. Once he pulled away, you noticed Sukuna's other hand trailing down between your breasts and down your stomach. Drawing an invisible line while Gojo's eyes followed, watching as it went further and further to meet your clit.

You gasp at the contact, feeling Sukuna circle his fingers in slow and gentle circles, Gojo's dick throbbing and pulsing between your folds adding additional pleasure. Sukuna started peppering kisses on your temple while his eyes continued to bore down at your little nub. Telling Gojo to go faster and make you arch your back, to which he did even though he had a grimace on his face.

"I'm gonna cum soon, shit," You whimper, reaching down and wrapping a hand around Gojo's wrist. Digging your nails into his skin as another orgasm began to wash over you.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! Gojo!"

All he needed was your voice to cum, to fill up your insides while your pussy clenched. The soft moans leaving Gojo makes you blush, seeing him pressing his brows together and closing his eyes. A slight sweat collecting on his hairline and making his bangs stick to his forehead.

"Mgh! Take it, c'mon," Gojo grunted under his breath as if he wasn't talking to you specifically, pumping his cock and riding through your climaxes together.

Once his hips settled and your breaths calmed, Sukuna sat up and licked at his fingers. Tasting your slick on his digits while Gojo pulled from your now puffy and cumming pussy. The pair may not like each other, not in the slightest, but they both mentally agreed you were absolutely ravishing when you came.

"Good session everyone," Sukuna said after a few moments with his shorts and underwear pulled up. "Though I didn't like your partner for today, he was... alright."

"Alright?" Gojo scoffed, scrunching up his nose and panting. "I did amazing. That's the word you're looking for, mister."

While you patted yourself down with a towel Sukuna provided you with, your brain was still in a blur from your high. Looking from both of them, you hummed and sat up as best you could.

"Both of you made me feel good," You finally mumble as the duo turn their attention to you once again. "So thank you to both of you. I'll be looking forward to next time, maybe."

Maybe?

Now that you had dropped the pounds you felt were needed to be lost, you had been considering whether staying with the gym would be the best for you. And you could tell that on the two male's faces that they had gotten the gist of it, seeing a pout look on both of their faces.

"At least one more session wouldn't hurt, right?" an unfamiliar voice said from the door, causing a sudden shock of embarrassment wash over all three of you.

At the door stood Getou Suguru, one of the other trainers at the gym that was here to run you down about its policy in the first place. His black hair was tied up in a small bun, in a plain grey T and some gym pants.

"Your one month membership is going to expire anyways," He said matter of faculty, his lidded eyes scanning over your shaky figure. "It'll be like a fare well parting gift, I suppose."

You hum, trying to hide most of your body while Gojo continued to be stark naked in front of you. Getou shrugged his shoulders, stepping further into the room so he could close the door and tapped his side.

"It's not my choice though, so I can't comment."

You eventually dress, saying goodbye to your partner, Sukuna, and Getou before making your way to the showers to head home for the evening. While you didn't want to stay any longer, and you needed to at least get your friends off your back about the place, Getou's point did make sense.

It'd be a waste to just let your membership go to waste over one day.

After gathering your things, you walked over to the sign-out sheet and wrote your name. Placing one last session for you, and just waiting to see what was going to happen. Shoko had gotten to work a little after 9, but she was a tired little mess.

Her sleepy eyes glossy as they looked up at you from over the rim of her cup of coffee. "One more session, love?"

"Mhm," You respond, handing her the sheet and waving. "I'll be seeing you guys one last time, then it's back to my normal schedule!"

You walked out the glass paned doors and down the sidewalk towards your home. Inside, you knew you'd miss the place, but it was just convenient for your weight loss at the time.

"Man, it shouldn't be this hard to say goodbye," You chuckle to yourself, a smile on your face as you continued to walk home.

Waiting patiently for your last day at the sex gym you had grown to adore.

a/n:: ty for enjoying and taking the time to read this! i didn't know where i was going with this, and honestly was hoping to post this sooner than now! Looking forward to writing the next part soon!! ^^ a/n::

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[tobiasdrake]

Any thoughts on how Dragonball handles Death, narratively

To be honest, I find the status quo created by the Dragon Balls and their easy free resurrections to be interesting. The setting of Dragon Ball is a unique and creative place, and part of that is because the characters live in the knowledge of death's impermanence.

From the moment Goku first climbs Karin Tower and meets the God of Martial Arts, Dragon Ball has a strong spiritual side to it. This is not a grounded story of a guy living a life in a mundane but fantastical world. Son Goku, an adaptation of the Monkey King Sun Wukong, brushes elbows with gods and learns sacred arts of the heavens to carry him along on his journey.

As I've said before, there is no one correct way to write a plot. There are no universally good tropes to use or universally right interpretation to employ. Every story is a unique creature, and the elements that make up the story should be suited to what that story is trying to do.

I'm not saying that Dragon Ball's approach to character death is better or worse than other approaches; Rather, that it's unique, and that uniqueness makes it interesting and adds to its identity. The way Dragon Ball does things wouldn't work for other series, but it works for Dragon Ball.

Dragon Ball is an individualistic story about the never-ending journey of self-improvement and personal development. It's about Goku coming into his own and growing up as a person and as a martial artist. The ultimate stakes of the story surround how Goku will grow and change and whether he will be able to prevail in this new predicament he's been placed into.

It's not about the world. It's about him and his emotional, physical, and spiritual journey.

With that in mind, Dragon Ball's relationship with death suits its story. Essentially, the stakes of any given Dragon Ball adventure are Winner-Take-All. If our heroes prevail, then all the damage is reversible. But if they fail, then all is lost.

This allows Dragon Ball to have its cake and eat it, with deaths that feel meaningful in the moment.

These deaths become motivating factors that drive the plot forward. But the tantalizing promise of revival is also a motivating factor that drives the plot forward.

While also building on the relationships between characters, which can then be followed up on when the character next returns from their grave.

The thing about Dragon Ball that sets it apart from other settings where death is often reversible is that Dragon Ball has a consistent mechanism for its reversal. One that the characters are fully aware of. This is precisely what makes its setting so distinctive, because it plays into the movement of the plot. Goku up there is going to meet God in order to bring resurrections back online.

The cast goes to Namek later on for the same reason. Piccolo's death means Kami dies means Shenron disappears from the Earth means no resurrections on the table for anyone Nappa and Vegeta killed; However, Krillin was paying the fuck attention during the battle and realizes that a slim hope exists for their friends.

The impetus for the entire Namek arc comes from the existence of resurrection as an option for the characters. Everything that happens on Namek is a quest to undo the damage Vegeta and Nappa inflicted.

This is the third time the possibility of resurrections has driven the plot. The second time was when Goku met God in Heaven. The first was when Goku went to war with Red Ribbon in the climax of their arc.

This is what I'm talking about when I say the stakes are Winner-Take-All. That characters can consistently return from death as long as conditions are right drives the plot forward at multiple points.

It also introduces new calculations into the decision-making of the cast themselves.

"Krillin, you've spent your 1-Up but I've still got mine so if one of us dies here then it should be me, not you." That's a choice Yamcha made, that would go on to pay dividends through this arc and the next.

"Can I come back to life if this goes bad Y/N?" is a real consideration that characters have to take into account when making their choices. Goku easily sacrifices himself to kill Raditz.

He's able to take us to visit the afterlife, meet Enma-Daio, and discover a great martial arts master in the heavens beyond life and death because of it.

All because he knows he's still got a revival on the docket, that he can trigger once he's ready to come home.

The Majin Buu arc takes the Winner-Take-All stakes to their absolute extreme with arguably the darkest moment in series history.

Majin Buu's been promised a great opponent to have a good fight with. In his new Super Buu state, he's impatient and wants his fight now. To buy time, Piccolo takes advantage of the fact that Shenron can revive the world to make Buu an offer: Finish exterminating humanity and then come back, and your opponent will be ready.

It's a bid for more time. It backfires in the most horrific way possible, when Super Buu uses this vantage in Heaven to fire Human Extinction Attack and kill all living humans at once.

What a fucking moment this is. Made possible by the reversible nature of all those billions of deaths - If, and only if, we can beat this guy. Winner takes all.

These are angles for the story that couldn't be explored without Shenron providing convenient resurrections. It's part and parcel of what the world of Dragon Ball even is, and a core component both in its storytelling and character decision-making.

Dragon Ball simply wouldn't be Dragon Ball without it.

[serasarascreams]

Might as well add more thoughts into the mix. I was going to do it in the tags of the last post but it felt long enough. The last set of tags was a perspective I don't think I've seen yet, but then again I haven't been here too long. I think they're right in idea that the theme of responsibility doesn't just extend to Curly and Jimmy and that the game itself is a showcase of how all the little things add up and create the bigger issues alongside the certain major steps that were taken. They (aka @son-of-crows-and-rats) put it in much better terms than I did.

I was so focused on the main plot of the game a lot of other things went over my head, and while some things hit me later I'm sure there are more things like the person (and multiple others) pointed out that I'll catch here or again have it hit me later. Fuck Jimmy is the initial reaction I had at the end of the game, screaming disappointment in Curly came next, and the bleakness and awfulness of the events continue to seep through whenever I think about it.

I'm also very much on board with the statement that Curly did not deserve what happened to him and it's kinda messed up to say. Him getting deep fried, for lack of a better term, is another major consequence of him and Jimmy's actions (or inaction in Curly's case) while Anya is another. It's just a consequence that effects him directly now and I think that's a parallel to the way Anya was directly affected by Curly and Jimmy's actions. Neither Anya or Curly deserved the pain inflicted upon them, deserved to be forced to continue to live with it and all the suffering that followed, or deserved to have their autonomy ripped away from them.

Curly is not a trash human being, but I don't think I can call him a good man either. Good natured maybe, but not the best guy. The painful irony of his situation hits harder after the final conversation with Anya. His eye is always open, it's too painful to move, he can't speak. He can only watch and listen. There's no way for him to take responsibility anymore even if he desperately wants to. I think what's worse for him is that he got to live after seeing the monster beneath the skin of his friend destroy everyone and everything around him. I saw someone else say that when he froze the day of the crash it was a moment of "you were everything I feared you were" and I think that just adds an extra layer of awful to it. Curly could have been better, and if he gets rescued and lives, I like to think he will be. But I wonder if in the back of his mind it'll always eat at him that it wasn't when it mattered.

Sorry, that this partially ended up turning into a Curly post. It's just that he seems to be talked about the most. That's fair. He, Anya, and Jimmy are the ones who push the initial topic of discussion to the surface because it's there front an center.

I'll probably have more to say the more realizations dawn and the more I scroll through the tag. This is the first game in a long time that made me cry and the only horror game to really mess me up. Funny enough, it's because Curly scares me more than Jimmy.

I love this game and all the infuriating and saddening elements within and around it. I love and hate how human all these characters are. If Wrong Organ ever makes another game in the future, I'll be running to check it out.

[ranbling]

Hi i had a couple of thoughts about BTs and their shipping, which i posted on my own blog a while ago, but I'd like to throw out here for your thoughts -

BTs and T stans' love for BT seems to be based on a LOT of assumptions and unfounded headcanons, the primary one being that T's racism and sexism and his entire unpleasant personality is not really him, it's all a facade, a self-defence mechanism he developed in response to the discrimination and repression he's suffered, but now that sunshine Evan is in his life, he's going to learn to open up and love again and be vulnerable and transform back into his true self, a sweet kind gentle warm affectionate compassionate loving man who's perfect for Buck - basically they think he'll turn into Eddie (and they're already writing fics like that).

(and some of them think s8 Eddie will turn into T - a lackey and Yes Man for Gerrard)

I feel like the other misconception/assumption that BTs make, which leads them to imagine and root for endgame BT, is that caring about and validating and accommodating buck's feelings and reassuring him and affirming him when he's insecure and showing an interest in and enthusiasm for things he's excited about (you know, like Eddie does)-

Doing all that is actually infantilising him and is bad for him! and what he REALLY needs is someone who doesn't particularly go out of their way to make him feel safe and comfortable and heard and understood. It's time for buck to grow up and mature and get over himself! and T in all his cynical snide casually dismissive condescension is the perfect partner to do that!! This is an ADULT relationship (with lots of sex), as BTs like to say ad nauseum

Hi!

I think the reason why the perception to Tommy's character is so divided is due to multiple things. First is Buck is bi! This is a great thing to be confirmed and a lots of people got so happy about it that they didn't really cared about Tommy (who is quite literally a plot device during that moment. Any male character could have replaced him and the scene would have stayed the same).

Second: many bt stans started to watch the show after the kiss and refused to go back and watch the rest of the show. Or they went back, but somehow missed the whole point of the Hen and Chimney Begins episodes. If you look into the tag for those episodes, it's filled with gifs about Tommy, raving about how good he looks and don't mention the fact that he was an asshole. There is also a mandela -effect happening and people are trying to make it seem like Tommy was actually in the background and did nothing wrong, when he was the most vocal in the whole group. Chimney Begins shows that Tommy was the one to start the racist comments. They're literally saying that Sal DeLuca (a guy who wasn't even in Chimney Begins and looked annoyed through the whole Hen Begins) was the one who acted like Tommy did in canon.

Third: Lou and his cameos. Not really talking about the fact that he kept raising the price to exploit the fans (though what were we expecting from a nepo baby, who posted pictures of himself lusting after women's asses to insta. Absolutely disgusting). He was the one who set the precedent when he called Tommy's behaviour teasing. He's the one who keeps coming up with tragic backstories to Tommy to excuse his behaviour. He was the one who lied multiple times on his cameos to make his character more relevant. He was the one who decided to fuel all the headcanons by confirming them as long as someone payed him 150+ dollars for a few minutes long video.

Also, I find the whole self-defense mechanism stupid. Tommy was a grown white man during Chimney and Hen Begins (he had to be 28 at the youngest during Chimney Begins for his military backstory to make sense). He could have protected himself by just staying in the background and not participating in the racism. He shown no sign of being uncomfortable with Gerrard's behaviour and the only time he looked annoyed was when Hen was giving her speech. It makes more sense that he just stopped saying bigoted things out loud because the captains after Gerrard were not tolerating it. There is a reason neither Hen or Chimney kept in touch with him after he left the 118. Chimney calling him once for assistance was for work reasons, and in s3 they both make very clear they don't keep in touch with anyone from the old 118.

All of their characterization of Tommy is only fanon. They totally disregard canon. In canon Tommy couldn't care less about Buck's feelings. He left Buck standing on the curb after he annoyed him (and I 100% believe Buck did nothing wrong, that was his first time on the date while being out) and somehow put the blame on Buck for it (which he tends to do a lot. He also blames the enviroment and Gerrard for his racism). Then he totally ignored Buck's planning of the bachelor party (how you show an interest in someone when you couldn't do the fucking minimum), made condescending comments (the henley comment). Being on call is not an excuse, he had to change anyways. Yes, he was in the hospital, but he probably was going there anyways.

I'm not gonna touch the last paragraph with a ten feet pole, because I hate that part and I fear I wouldn't be able to stay civili if I started to talk about that, however if you say things like "fuck the sad out of him" when Buck's dad is in the hospital and how concerned about Tommy is about him, I think it's pretty clear you're only fetishizing them

[steamberrystudio]

26/08/2024 Devlog

Hallo everyone!  Tumblr devlog time. Sorry I missed the last one. Sometimes I just miss the notification when it pops up. Sometimes I remember on the off week but don't want to throw off the schedule and end up just waiting for the next one to roll around.

Summary:

Finished Yren's Play test

Finished Raif's Play test

Finished Noel's Play test

Started Kav's Play test

Finally got the colour slider in the game with help from Windchimes

New music room (slightly redesigned)

New gallery screen

Bonus scene page

Wrote the rest of the ch1 bonus scenes

Got the affinity indicators coded

Multiple new BGs

Finished Yren's Ch 2 CG

Started Noel's Ch 2 CG

Worked on coding sprite expressions

Set affinity scoring up through Ch 5

Worked on the premium and public game guides

Writing/Playtesting:

I have been working on my own play test of the game which is essentially another round of reading and editing. Last time I said the script was 616,000 words. Well it's now 621,000 words. 

I'm not just cramming in filler. A lot of that is additional choice options. Sometimes I would find places where you went a really long time without choices. Others I would encounter a choice menu that had 3 options when it needed 5 or 6 options (one for each LI).

Adding menus and choice options can increase your word count pretty rapidly so that is where most of the increase has happened.

I'm also fixing a lot of small continuity issues. This usually results in a small variation or callback being added into the script for clarity or to correct a seeming contradiction. For instance, at one point I realised that I  needed an additional variation in Ch 5 to account for a game state that wasn't accounted for in the existing options. And I had to do it for all 6 LIs. Which meant that a 200 word variation became a 1200 word addition to the word count.

So yeah, those things add up fast when you have 6 LIs.

I am continuing to work on this. And I will do one full play test of everyone's "best" ending before beta testers touch it.

I also have decided to add in "bonus scenes" these will basically unlock at the end of some chapters. Some of these will be POV scenes and some will be other scenes and content told from the MC's point of view. These are just extra scenes that I think help flesh out the characters and relationships but really didn't fit into the main story because you just...can't fit everything in the main story. I will be writing any bonus content as I work on the episodes and as I get ideas for them.

I don't have any specific rules I'm going to hold myself to for bonus content. They're just fun extras. They may be quite short in some cases. The ones for Chapter 1 are 1400 or so words.

Art:

Art wise, I've received new BGs - they're about 90% done at this point.

I also completed Yren's CG and started on Noel's. Raif's is already done, Kav doesn't get one for Ch 2.

So yeah. Getting those completed bit by bit.

Other Stuff:

Lots of other stuff. 

We managed to get the colour slider set up for Wil's sprite (we being me and my friend from Windchimes games). This required re-colouring the original sprite and original CG for Wil in greyscale and then coding in everything necessary to have Wil colourised by Ren'py rather than by  me.

As you can see from this Wil's hair and eyes are not colourised. Wil's eyes being silver/grey are just kind of a plot element and is related to their species. And while I contemplated having Wil's hair be on a slider too the reality is that the hair styles were not designed to be colourised in this way and some of them don't look as good. Particularly the curly hair which doesn't have strong outlines or, really the same type of shading to give it depth. Some colours looked quite good on it and others looked quite bad.

I tried redrawing that hair half a dozen times to see if I could make it look better while retaining the same overall look and feel and it just was not possible. I could have redone the hair but frankly. I didn't want to. And some of the other styles didn't look *amazing* recoloured. They were just okay.

I think if I want to revisit the slider in the future then I just need to approach the art with that in mind versus trying to add it to art not designed for it.

But in any case, Wil having only black/silver options was also originally with intent so I don't mind keeping with that set up.

In terms of other features that are finally in game we have affinity indicators, a newly designed music room, the bonus scene page, the gallery screen and things like that.

I did the affinity scoring up through Chapter 5 which is when the route gets locked in. That was primarily so I could test that section properly. But yeah. That's done.

And I've been working on coding sprite expressions. If you have been following me for a while you know that sprite expressions are an *ordeal* for me.

I have a lot of expressions coded in which means I tend to change the expression every 1-4 lines - especially for the main character. Gilded Shadows had about 6500 expression changes per route. Including the common route, that's about 60,000 expression changes coded manually. Which is a lot.

About half of those probably...were Morgan. She is on screen more than anyone else, of course. All the narration is her internal dialogue. She is on screen for it and her expressions are changing based on what she's thinking.

WSC is very much the same.

So the expressions are a lot.

I got Wil's expressions completed through Chapter 2. This chapter is about 50,000 words and of course I've been working on a ton of other things so I've only dedicated an hour or two a day to work on expressions. It's very tedious. It's also impossible to not edit as you go because you have to read the script line by line to decide what expressions people are using. Inevitably you see typos and stuff that you fix as you do expressions.

So it's just kind of a time sink that isn't *difficult* but does tend to take some time.

Upcoming Weeks:

My huge checklist has become smaller and smaller over the last few weeks.

The main things now are...CG creation, flowchart set up, coding expressions and getting my play test done. 

Those are kind of the things that have to get done before Episode 1 can go to beta testers on Patreon.

There are always features and elements I consider big milestones when they get ticked off the main list. The colourised sprite was one of the remaining "big ones" - the flowcharts are another.

Anyway, that is all for this update. I will hopefully see you all again in *two weeks* this time.

(I swear I need a less easy-to-miss reminder). LoL

[makedonsgriva]

Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know : A Review

So I generally don't do reviews. But going through the tumblr tag and then on AO3 and seeing the abysmal amount of posts and fanfics, I am writing this review in hopes of someone reading this and then getting convinced by my agenda.

Because Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know deserves to be read by yall.

IT. IS. SO. GOOD.

To summarize, we start with the leader of the demonic Xuanyuan Sect, Wenren E, getting a copy of a trashy romance novel, Abusive Romance.

What baffles him is that he, a logical, rational person who has never felt love in his life, is the second lead and falls in love with the Mary Sue female lead and gives up everything for her and dies in the end for her too.

What makes him even more confused that after he dies in the novel, his loyal subordinate Yin Hanjiang is driven to madness and is hell bent on revenge, pursuing the female lead to kill her.

Wenren E decides that this cannot be allowed. He is not afraid of death, (although he does mind that it was for a stupid reason and not on his own terms) but he very much minds the fact that his subordinate went insane after it. So he sets out to re write destiny.

Now let's talk about the highlights of this book

The Characters

DVAWTK is full of interesting, fun and exciting characters who will remain etched in your memory. Whether it is the sensuous, ruthless and ambitious Shu Yanyan or the wise, perceptive and kind Zhongli Qian, there is a multitude of characters to pick from to love and adore and all of them have deeper and hidden depths that give them layers of complexities.

Not to mention, DVAWTK has several strong and amazing female characters. I have mostly read MXTX books and this is where she lacks the most: hardly any strong female characters. She writes shockingly amazing characters but most of them are male and I mostly don't mind but I do wish I got some great girls to cherish in there too.

Cyan Wings does not disappoint in that aspect. All their female characters are wonderfully well fleshed out. Especially Baili Qingmiao. Seeing her go from the biggest girlfailure to an absolute girlboss over 70 something chapters is satisfying in a sense the way, and I quote the book here, "one feels about their first daughter finally grow up" Chef's kiss truly.

The Plot

The plot is engaging but nothing too crazy, if I am being honest. Apart from a couple of reveals and plot twists that were shocking, it mostly stuck to a more or less predictible story line. That does not mean it was not good; it was. Most of the arcs keep you engaged enough to keep reading without being able to put the story down and tie into each other seamlessly. As such, there are no plot holes and stupid or unnecessary story lines. It works very well to support the characters and their personal growth and arcs.

The Humour

Top notch. So well done. Got me laughing out loud multiple times and earned me a lot of weird looks from my roommate but all worth it. SVSSS was the funniest work I read but DVAWTK gives it a run for its money in terms of the comedy it has and also it's general unhinged-ness, mostly thanks to it's characters. Everyone at the Demonic Xuanyuan Sect is a goofball although they are not trying to be. The skeleton lady Qiu Congxue has no brains. Literally. A ghost ate it so you can guess just how well she is faring in the books.

(she still is immensely powerful tho)

The Romance

So far the biggest freaks I had found while reading Danmei are Mo Ran and Luo Binghe.

Yin Hanjiang is a hundred times worse.

He is an absolute psycho, a complete nutter, powerful beyond comprehension and hopelessly devoted to Wenren E. And Wenren E, once realising his own feelings, thinks it is all so hot!! (makes you really wonder just who is more insane among the two)

My subordinate wants to destroy the entire cultivation world after my death? He has my full support that's so cute of him <3

Freak4freak with some very beautiful and tender moments and an absolute badass power couple who kick ass together in battles. Truly amazing. I love love love wenrenjiang.

The World building

Wonderfully well done and also easy to follow! I especially liked how cultivation was viewed from a different light in this novel and how the book explores the ways it is actually harmful to mortals. I actually learnt a lot about various cultivation stages from this novel and came to understand some common aspects of xianxia novels. DVAWTK uses many technical terms in terms of cultivation and it is fun to read and learn about it

Found Family

Need I say more? Like what's better than a bunch of idiots coming together and growing on their journey thanks to each other? *gently holds Su Huai, Baili Qingmiao, Qiu Congxue and Zhongli Qian in my palms* they are so important to me

Final Thoughts

DVAWTK is a great read with a very satisfying ending. It keeps you hooked till the very end and I am honestly surprised it is so underrated. I am very glad it is getting an official translation soon so hopefully, it will amass more readers although the unofficial translation I read is also very good. It deserves way more hype and fans then it has because it's so silly, so good and so well done. Ugh I hope it also gets some kind of adaptation some day to make it more popular because it deserves it all.

Please read this novel. That's what I want to say. You will not be disappointed.

[bluegalaxygirl]

Blizzard Castle (Zosan X reader) Part 4

Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, reader is Female (Sorry)

Plot: A vampire has their sights set on reader capturing them and taking them to his castle. It up to Sanji and Zoro to save them.

Warning: Bad language, Drinking, blood, injury, making out, slight sexual content.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

With night approaching and the villagers happy that their nightmare is over they set up a massive festival in the town center a large bonfire being the focus, food vendors went all out with cooking Sanji of course wanting to help out sharing some techniques and recipes with the towns folk. Bars brought out drinks for everyone Zoro and Franky mainly trying to get their hands on whatever they could while Brook joined the band in music. Most of the crew were off the ship at the party enjoying the celebrations, dancing, singing, eating and drinking. Meanwhile, you and Chopper were on the sunny. You've had a few hours of rest and Chopper made sure you were patched up. it was hard for the doctor at first when Sanji got a good look of your neck and started fussing over you and Zoro refusing to leave the room even for a moment. Zoro wouldn't let Chopper deal with the cut on his arm until he knew you were taken care of and it ended up with you pulling on his ear telling him to just let Chopper work. It ended though thanks to Nami and Luffy who got the two to leave you and chopper alone for a few hours dragging the two away form the sunny and to the festival. Now that you were well rested, patched up and in a new change of clothes, you and Chopper headed off the ship and to where the party was being held.

"Thanks again Chopper and sorry about Sanji and Zoro. is your voice ok?" you ask since Chopper had to yell at the two boys multiple times almost straining his voice "Its no problem and my voice is fine. Although a cold fruit drink would be nice" the reindeer smiled up at you holding your hand as you two walked into the town "Well lets go and find you one then" You commented picking the doctor up in your arms and carrying him the rest of the way "I can walk you know, you lost too much blood to carry me" he yelled at you worried about you exhausting yourself "Oh but Doctor Chopper your super light plus you've been so hard at work being a great doctor how can i not help you out" your sweet words seemed to make the deer happy smiling big but trying to act like he didn't care. Making it to the village you walked up to one of the bars serving drinks only to hear one of your favorite voices "Oi. i was wondering when you would be joining us" Zoro laughed a large bottle of sake in one hand while the other went around your shoulder pulling you in closer to kiss your forehead "Thanks Chopper" The swords man smiles down at the doctor in your arms who squirm a little "Thanking me isn't gonna make me happy or anything" you giggle setting him down and ordering a drink for chopper and yourself both none alcoholic since Chopper can't have it and with the meds Chopper gave you there's no way you should be drinking.

With drinks in hand the three of you walked out the bar into the crowded streets immediately spotting Luffy and Usopp dancing together next to the brightly lite bonfire , a few other people joining them. Robin and Franky were sitting over on a bench nearby with a bunch of people around them as Franky showed off and Robin seemed to be talking, probably telling them about the vampire. Brook was on the big stage with his guitar and singing people cheering for him and dancing to his music while Nami seemed to be on the stage with him dancing away with some other girls. "I'm gonna join luffy and Usopp. Don't do too much ok" Chopper smiles up at you patting your leg before running off to join his captain and sniper. "Where's sanji?" you ask looking at Zoro who points over to some massive grills Sanji being in the middle cooking up something amazing while the surrounding cooks watched in aw. "Of course... showing off" you laughed the swords man join in and walking you over to the cook his arm now around your waist. He didn't want to show it, but he was still concerned for you, the bit on your neck looked bad and Chopper said you lost a lot of blood even though you acted perfectly fine.

Flipping knives into the air Sanji cut up fish, meat and vegetables throwing them into a wok on the big gill and frying them to perfection before adding some pasta and sauce flipping it all together so it mixed well. He was so focused on his cooking he didn't notice you and Zoro walk up to watch the show. Adding salt pepper and some spices he flipped it one more time before putting it into several bowls placing them down for people to eat. he kept two though placing them on the table behind him. The crowd clapped and thanked him for the food while the cook and food vendors starting asking question, your laugh thru the noise caught Sanji's attention looking up to see you and Zoro. He grabbed the two bowls from behind him and excused his way thru the cooks to get to the two of you a big smile on his face "Your up. i was going to head to the sunny and give you this" The cook smiles down at you but when you reached for the bowl and thanked him he pulled it away "Oh no my love, you need to save your energy so I'll feed you" Sanji laughs Zoro shaking his head and taking the other bowl off the cook after removing his hand from your hip "You just want an excuse to feed her" The swords man teased earning a pout from the cook and a look that told him to shut up.

The three of you sat yourselves down on one of the many curved cushioned benches Zoro sitting on your right side while Sanji sat on your left feeding you with a fork watching your face smile with the flavor of his food "Sanji, this is amazing" you say covering you mouth since it still have food in it, your words make the cook smile wider and blush slightly "Its always a joy to hear you say that my love" Zoro looks over at you two with a smile digging into his food "Aren't you eating?" he asks Sanji knowing full well that the bowl he's holding is for you and you only. "Oh I'll get something later" Sanji waves off the question only to have a fork full of food shoved in his face "Here at least have a little" Zoro held the fork out for the cook who took a moment before giving in and taking the food enjoying the flavor of his own creation. Zoro repeated this a few times while Sanji made sure you ate until the food was all gone. The three of you rested Sanji's back against the arm of the chair as your back laid in his chest between his legs, Your legs and one of Sanji's resting on Zoro's lap while the swords man leaned back and looked up at the night sky covered in starts. Music playing in the back ground and the warmth of the bonfire made this moment perfect in your eyes. Sanji's hands went to yours resting on your lap and interlocked his fingers with yours while Zoro rubbed your leg his light touch almost tickling you.

"What do you want?" Zoro's voice spoke out of the blue sensing someone staring at you three, a young girl stepped out of the crowd and walked over to you three. Zoro and Sanji remembered her right away the girl from the office, she was dressed nice but messing with her hands in an attempt to calm herself down "Hello again" Sanji greeted getting the young girl's attention, she smiled a little at him before turning her attention to you. Confused you look from Zoro to Sanji and then to the girl who quickly bowed "Im so sorry" she almost yelled staying down waiting for you to berate her. "For what?" you ask wondering why she was doing this "She's from the town hall, tried to hide where you were from us" Zoro spoke up trying to clear things up only for Sanji to nudge him with his foot "she did help us" Zoro turned to give Sanji an annoyed look "Yea after we kicked the shit out of her boss" Finally getting the picture you reach her hand out and place it on her shoulder, her head shooting up to look at it "Its ok. Its not like your the one who grabbed me" you say leaning back against Sanji as the girl stands up straight "But.. I- i was supposed to be in the line up. i watched you get taken and.." You stopped her leaning over and placing a hand on her small head "Hay stop that" you say ruffling her hair "Its over now and you made up for it by helping my boys out so there's nothing to be sorry about" you smile pulling away.

"Your too nice" Zoro mutters into his bottle with a smug smile turning your attention to Zoro you take the bottle from his hands hold it away form him as he reaches for it laughing watching him struggle for it "Hay that's not fair" He yells trying to grab the drink from you while also trying not to lean on you. Getting an idea Zoro's hands grab your ankles and pull you closer to him your legs being separated by his waist as he leans over you and grabs the bottle from your hands "Little shit" he calls you with a smug smile "You deserved that Zoro for being mean to the young lady" Sanji laughs watching the two of you, Zoro's free hand runs up the cooks leg "You want wanna go cook" The two playfully snarling at each other. The young girl couldn't help but let out a laugh, the three of you turning to look at her confused. She wipes some tears away trying to calm herself down "You know i didn't get it before but now i do" she states calming down and smiling at the three of you "I hope to have a relationship like yours one day" her smile grows bigger before bowing again "Thank you for everything" she says before running off.

"Strange girl" You and Zoro comment but shrug it off Sanji on the other hand blushing like crazy his hand over his mouth and cheeks to cover it up but you and Zoro notice. Zoro takes his last swig of the bottle before putting it down and leaning over you, your face almost in his bare chest as he reaches to pull Sanji's hand away from his face "Is my prince blushing?" the swords man asks feeling cocky enough to pull the cook by his tie and crashing his lips onto Sanji's. The blonde cook couldn't help but lean in placing one hand on Zoro's shoulder and the other sliding down to meet your cheek. You laid there enjoying the view of Zoro's bare chest and the two kissing above you the night sky barley visible. The two pull away before looking down at you, Zoro moved back a bit and places his hand on either side of your head leaning over you your noses almost touching "You want some too?" he asks earning a nod from you, his lips met yours and you could taste the sake on his lips and the slight hit of smoke from sanji's. Your hand reached up and into his hair taking a fist full to pull him closer prompting the swords man to shove his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help but moan into him using on of your legs to hook around his waist. he pulled away at the feeling laughing a little. "We're in public baby" he whispers down to you so only you and Sanji can hear "Sorry" you whisper back Zoro helping you sit up right.

Sanji moves his legs round so you can sit up right on the bench taking your hand and kissing it once your sat up "Come here my love, i want to hold you" Sanji helps you over onto his lap so your straddling him and your arms are around his neck. Leaning his back against the bench Sanji reaches out for Zoro who moves in closer laying his head on the cooks shoulder "Im so glad to have you back.. dont ever leave us." Sanji's hand runs over your cheek and down to your neck running over the bandage covering the bit. You take his hand and bring it to your lips "You know i would never leave you two willingly" leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. Sanji's hand went down to your lower back rubbing it lightly as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Normally he would ask for permission to enter by licking your lip or biting your lip, but he was needy tonight after almost losing you. You let him do as he pleased knowing he needed the comfort that words couldn't give. You stayed like that enjoying his lips on yours until air was needed pulling away panting and a little light-headed "You ok?" Zoro noticed holding your cheek "Yea i'm fine." you lie while laying your head down on Sanji's shoulder, Zoro seemed to notice keeping his hand on your cheek and watching your tired eyes "You're tired. Do you want to head back to the sunny?" he asks sanji running a hand thru your hair "No.. i wanna stay here" you whisper trying to stay awake. You wanted to stay here with them, just like this, you felt so loved, warm and comforted "Its ok love, if you fall asleep I'll carry you back later" Sanji's words made your body relax against him letting sleep take over you.

[givemeonereason]

Now I Want You

Photo credit to ^^^^ this individual. I cannot read kanji so I can’t point you guys in the right direction.

Rating: +18, Sweet and Spicy

Plot: When Suguru decides to kiss you as a way to piss off Satoru, it sets into motion your need.

A/n: Guys, while I was writing the rough draft for this I lost part of it due to an app crash. I was crushed! But I went back and finally finished it before going through and refining it.

I’m so happy it’s done 😌 I really want to write more Suguru pieces.

I hope you enjoy <3

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It’s definitely not easy living in the Gojo estate.

And its even more difficult being the younger sister of the greatest sorcerer of the modern age.

Satoru Gojo; older brother, six-eyes, infinity, popularity, fame and fortune.

He’s the hope of all sorcerers.

And you are a fraction of his shadow. None of the clans gifts were passed down to you. You have nothing that particularly stands out. You are simply, as you are, Satoru Gojo’s little sister to mostly everyone.

However, you’ve gotten used to your existence. You don’t bare the burden and ordered attention.

And burden and attention Satoru does have. His two best friends Suguru and Shoko always at his side. Along with numerous others, sorcerer and non-sorcerer.

They gather at your childhood home on the weekends. Sodas, boba, pizza, sandwiches, loud and full of laughter.

There are definitely times where you can join in the conversation, or just be present, scrolling through social media on your phone as they carry on.

Tonight, you weren’t allowed to join.

They were playing games like Would You Rather, 20 Questions, and Spin the Bottle. There were too many boundaries that could be pushed, especially with you. No one would dare cross them, and Satoru wouldn’t allow it.

Your resolve to exclusion was baking. It gave you something to do that wasn’t connected to what was going on his Satoru and his friends, but you can also be close enough to hear what’s going on over the music playing softly playing from your Bluetooth speaker.

The glass clinked against the hardwood as it spun counterclockwise between the group. It landed on Shoko again, a coincidence, most likely not. Everyone loves pissing her off. Kento leaned over and kissed her left cheek. They both relaxed enough to not let it bother them, but Satoru and Suguru were laughing at her being subjugated to mediocrity. The things she puts up with.

The glass spun again.

Some shouting and some laughter.

And again.

But it was time for a smoke break. Nanami followed you out to the garden for some fresh air.

Suguru turned again with a clank, but it fell between the temporarily empty space that both Shoko and Kento provided. Satoru reached out to grab the bottle again for a re-spin, but Suguru looked in the direction in which the bottle was pointing. The nose was pointed towards the kitchen where you were icing cupcakes and loosely singing along to the song that flowed out into the living space they were all huddled.

Satoru is going to kill me, but this is going to be so worth it. Suguru thought with a wide smile on his face.

He stood up from where he sat cross-legged and walked towards where you were working in the kitchen.

“Suguru, where are you going you have to re-spin.” Gojo was calling out to where he was laying on multiple pillows on the floor.

You didn’t even notice him until he came up beside you. His quietness almost like a cat and it made you jump and laugh at your sudden fright.

“Oh, hey Suguru.”

He smiles sweetly at you. “Hello.” He was looking over the blue buttercream icing atop the cupcakes you made. “Mmmm.” If his eyes could devour one while he would.

He looked back to you with those hungry eyes.

“Suguru!” Satoru shouts towards him. He looks up overtop of your head and smiles back at him.

Geto bends down and grabs both of your thighs, picking you up and sitting you atop the counter.

“Suguru, what the fuck man!” Satoru is yelling and complaining. He didn’t see how Suguru lifted you.

Suguru stood between both of your legs, your body close to him, but still not against him. He looks down at the cupcakes once more and to the bowl where there was left over icing. He swiped his finger, collecting a sugary dollop on the tip. His other hand reaching out towards your face, lightly brushing over your jawline up towards your lips. His thumb brushing and gently tugging at your bottom lip. “Open.”

“Ughhhhhhhh, what are you doing, we have to get back to the game. Nanami is back already.”

Shoko was standing at the threshold of the kitchen and living space watching Suguru slightly worried, but she knew at any moment Gojo is going to unleash hell. She took her phone out and started recording.

Suguru took his finger and put it placed it in your mouth. You closed your lips over it tasting the buttery sweet you mixed only an hour before.

“That’s a good girl.” He took his finger from your mouth and closed the space between both of your lips. The kiss is hard, but his fingers held the nape of your neck so gently. Wonton kisses, little moans leave your lips between kisses. His tongue swiping against your lip for entry.

Satoru was making his way towards the kitchen, but you we so lost in Suguru’s lips and ragged breaths. His hand at your neck and waist pulling you against him so that you could wrap your legs around him.

You open your mouth to grant entry for him. His tongue swirling against yours.

It lasted only a few moments before Satoru came barging into the kitchen, the sight of his best friend and little sister making him see red.

You were the only one who didn’t notice the shift when Suguru bit gently at your bottom lip before pulling away, a trail of saliva pulling between you two. “So sweet. You taste goo…I mean, the icing tastes good.”

Your face is flush red, your fingers reach up to touch your swollen lips. You have to catch your breath.

Suguru took off while Satoru chased him jumping on his back. He was yelling about defiling his little sister, he is his best friend, kick is ass. They wrestled each other and Shoko was sure to keep that video for a later use to tease them.

The kitchen was silent again as if they never came in. Back to where you started. Satoru Gojo’s little sister.

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You found yourself replaying that kiss over and over in your mind when you spaced out or when you dreamed at night.

Suguru’s kiss awoken a need deep within you. A need you could never seem to satiate.

How many nights did you lay a top of your blankets rubbing your overstimulated bud thinking about his mouth on yours, the warm aftertaste.

Your own climax not nearly enough to stop the ache.

An ache enough to need so much more.

You snuck out of your Jujutsu High dorm room and over towards the upperclassmen rooms. The night air nipping at your skin through your pajamas. You crossed your arms over your chest keeping warm against the cold.

Room number three.

You knocked four times and shifted your weight from sole to sole nervous.

A few moments later the door opens and Suguru looks at you through sleepy eyes. His bed hair lay against his bare chest. He rubbed an eye and yawned tensing up the muscles of his abs and arms. “Y/n, it’s late. What’s going on?” He braced himself against the doorframe.

“Suguru, I need some help.”

“Hmmmm.” He looks down towards room number four. “I don’t think Satoru is here. He’s been away on a mission. He might be back—“

“I don’t need his.” You interrupt him. “I need your help.”

That surprised him, he shook the sleep out of his head. “Okay.” He pushed the door, letting you pass through the threshold and shutting it behind you.

He motions for you to sit on his bed. You barely take up any space on the edge, trying not to encroach upon his personal thing. You could feel the warmth where he laid prior. You wanted to lay there with him.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

You shake your head no and he stands near the foot of the bed with his back pressed against the wall. “Well, What can I help you with?”

You’re staring at the ground. The dark room only cast gray shadows from the moonlight shining between the curtains.

“I can’t get it to stop.”

“You can’t get what to stop?”

You pressed your thighs together to ease the throbbing in your core. “This feeling I have inside of me. I just can’t get rid of and I keep trying, but nothing’s working.”

He sighs and closes his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. “You women speak in riddles.”

“That was my first kiss.”

His eyes shoot open at your confession. “Hmm?”

You didn’t hear him, “I haven’t been able to get rid of this feeling inside of me since then.” You cross your legs to stop pressing them together “and tried I rubbing my clit so many times, but it just doesn’t go away.”

His eyes are wide. His hand dropping down to his pants where his cock was becoming overly hard. He tried to hold back a groan when he tried adjusting the pressure in his pants. “And you want me to help you get rid of that?”

You turn to him with hopeful eyes, “I’ve tried everything. Suguru, please.” You begged him.

He rubs his hands over his face to calm the heat residing there. “Your brother really will kill me.”

You stood from where you were sitting and faced him, closing space between you both. You reached out, touching his chest. Your voice soft, but needy. “Please, I need….” You couldn’t even finish.

Suguru looked at you for a moment pondering on what he should do. “Are you sure this is what you want?” You nod your head in agreement.

He scoops you up into his arms and carries you back over to his bed. He lays you down against the cotton sheets. The spot remaining warm from where we slept prior to your intrusion. And he’s over top of you, his face nestled in the crook your neck. His long black locks draping over you.

You’re trembling beneath him as he trails kisses up towards your wanton lips. His hand resting gently against your waist. He can hear you soft moans.

“You’re shaking.” His fingers gliding up your side. “Breathe, y/n.” Your heart is beating so fast. Your skin hot with need.

He softly kisses your lips. He looks down at you smiling from his eyes.

“I’m trying, Sugu.”

He chuckled sweetly. “Sugu, hmmm? I rather like that.” He gently pushed the hair away from your pretty face.

His weight is pressed against you, hand gripping your waist, while the other is gingerly at your cheek, your nose against his. He’s looking intently at you. “I will ask one more time, I need to be sure. Do you want me to do this?”

You pick your head up to close the short distance between both of your mouths, but his finger stops you, pressed against your plush pink lips. “Do you want me?”

You nodded.

“I need you to use your words.”

“Suguru, please, I need you so bad.” You whine, trying to buck you hips into his to sully the ache deep inside.

He reaches down pulling onto your thighs around his waist, burying his face back down against the soft skin at your collarbone.

One by one he unbuttoned the top of your pajama shirt. Kissing and nipping at the plush of your breasts.

His eyes flashing up towards you face, relishing in the way your eyes flutter with each touch and kiss. The shape of your lips when you mewl. And the rise and fall of your arched back with every sharp breath, pushing you against his hungry mouth.

His raven locks sending shivers over your when he gently kissed at the space where your waist band rested against your hips. Slowly he peels down fabric you grab at his shoulder.

“Suguru, please…” you nails creating red crescents into his skin.

He had no point in teasing you any longer. Suguru removed your bottoms giving him full access to your already wet pussy. Two fingers split your glistening folds open to him. “So beautiful.”

He kissed your tiny bud making you yelp and buck your hips at the sensation. Pushing up into his face he was able to get his whole mouth over you, his tongue swirling in rhythmic motion.

And the more you moaned, cried out his name, clawed at the skin you could reach; the harder he sucked, the faster the flick of the tip of his tongue, fueling his motivation.

Three times.

He took you there, three times.

His mouth still lapping at your overstimulated cunt. “Suguru…mmmph…Sug…please.”

A lick to your pussy lips and a kiss at your back of your thigh. “Please, what?”

“I need you.”

He laughed, peppering your inner thigh with kisses. “You have me now.”

“No.” You whined, balling your hands with his sheets. If he keeps teasing you again you’ll scream from frustration. “I need you inside.”

The hungry taking over his gaze again, when he lines the tip of his cock against your entrance. Pushing slowly inside of you. He hums deeply in his chest. You were so tight around him.

He grabbed onto your hand, entwining his fingers with them. He brought them to his lips and he kissed each knuckle as he continued to slowly sheath himself inside of you.

It’s painful, he’s so big. When he sees you struggling he stops. “Y/n, breathe. It’s going to be okay.” He guides you through, letting you adjust to the sheer mass of him.

“You’re doing so good.” He brushes the hair out of your face and kisses your lips. He rocks against you and the wave of pleasure washes over you.

The ache.

You needed him.

Needed him inside of you. Just like this.

He was gentle enough to gage your pleasure. Looking at your expressions, listening to the sounds you make underneath him. The face you make when you’re clenching down around him.

Beautiful, Suguru thinks to himself. She’s so beautiful.

He kisses you passionately before picking you up and turning you around.

His body weight was against you, cock buried deep inside of you, both of his hands coming up to grasp yours. You felt

“More…ah!” He thrusts hard into you at your request. “Sugu, please, more.”

The faster he thrusted, the harder he gripped at your hips, the louder he moaned, your name chanted like a prayer to a peak, spilling his sticky, hot seed onto your skin.

He gently laid you down against bed while you caught your breath. You buried your face into his pillow exhausted.

I love him.

I love him.

I love him.

He cleaned you off a wet cloth, making sure to be gentle against your sensitive skin.

Suguru tossed the cloth to the ground, grabbing onto you and pulling you against his chest.

The room is silent, the early morning light peaking through the window. You pressed your face against him more. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you away from the dull rays of light.

You can hear his breaths, his heartbeat soothing you into sleep.

“Suguru.” You voice barely above a whispery sleep.

“Hmmm?” His thumb rubbing against the small of your back.

“Thank you.”

A hum emanated in his chest. He kissed the top of your head. “You’re welcome.”

There is some silence before he speaks again. “Y/n, please forgive me.”

“What?”

He gently pushed the hair out of your face. “When I kissed you, I was only doing that because I knew it would piss of Satoru. I never asked you if it was okay. I acted very selfishly. I never intended for this to go this far.” He kissed the top of your head, lingering there. “Forgive me.”

Sadness washes over you. In part it was due to the passion you two just shared. The other was that you felt like you were being used.

So is this love?

Or is this respect?

Or some aspect of both.

Is he mostly to blame?

You did play a part in this.

It takes two.

“I did come here to you. I asked you to do this.”

He tilted your face to look into his eyes. “That is true, but I could have refused you as well.”

You pressed your cheek back against him.

Love.

Please.

Love.

His voice quieted. “One thing I know to be true is that I genuinely do admire you, y/n. I think you’re smart, talented, kind and beautiful.”

He laughs before telling you, “honestly, I have no idea how you’re Satoru Gojo’s younger sister. He’s a bit much sometimes and that’s coming from me, who puts up with him.” Another deep chuckle.

His fingers playing with your hair. “I think you deserve someone who will be good to you and make sure that you know how valued you are.” He kissed the top of your head.

You lift your head and peak up at him over your eyelashes. He’s smiling down at you. He turns his face away to hide the red building in his cheeks. “I don’t know exactly what Satoru is going to say.” Shaking his head. “I can imagine he will try and send me into the void.” He looked back to you in earnest. “But if you would like to, maybe we can try this together. We can take it as slow as you like.” His arms wrapping around you keep your close to him. “I know it doesn’t change what we already did, but if you want me, I’d like to try to be the man you deserve.”

You buried you face against his chest. Your nose squashed against his skin. Your cheeks hot from your blush.

Satoru will probably be mad. You knew your brother.

But maybe this is working out for the best, his closest friend remaining close to him. Also, he can keep an eye on Suguru while he’s around you.

It might be worth a try.

Suguru Geto, special grade sorcerer, your brother’s best friend, your lover, rightful, honest lover.

You could get used to that.

To this.

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Suffering in QJJ

[vague spoilers idk]

I saw a post the other day and I've been thinking about it a lot. It was literally one sentence in a multi paragraph post but it lingers in my mind none the less. Someone shared their opinion that sometimes they feel QJJ wallows in the sorrows and pain of its characters. As someone who likes media that delves into dark themes, their take really stuck with me because, in a way, I disagree.

The narrative definitely isn't shy about giving the sadder parts of character's lives a spot light, but it's never felt "edgy" to me. It's always felt very purposeful to me. I know the victimization of women is a touchy subject for a lot of people, but it's also realistic given the setting and the types of psychopaths in positions of power. But what I think makes me hesitant to slap the "fridging" sticker on QJJ is it has multiple female characters literally address, fight within, or against the patriarchal society they live in.

None of the suffering any of the characters go through is taken lightly. Concubine Wei's murder is graphic, yes, but is clearly depicted as being horrific. Li Jianheng trembles as he asks if Xiao Chiye was behind it because even he's freaked out by it (which could also be a nod to Li Jianheng's past but I won't get into that just yet). Her death was cruel and ruthless; but once it's revealed who actually did it, it further shows how far that character is willing to go for their goals. Her death directly mirrors the perpetrator's characterization. And while, yes, this could be seen as a woman dying for the sake a man's development, her murder has greater implications for the entire narrative at hand. Her death isn't simply swept under the rug, but is acknowledged and scrutinized for the how it impacts many different people. From the beginning, Concubine Wei was a political pawn, but originally one for another woman! What?! The empress dowager was simply using her to get her hands on another puppet heir. Concubine Wei's fate was sealed from the beginning, which isn't me taking it lightly, but just that it doesn't feel like a case of "fridging" to me.

There are a couple chapters that discuss what happens to the women who get trafficked if they manage to escape; and while calling it a "hard read" is an understatement, it shows that the narrative clearly takes this problem seriously. The story doesn't flippantly use women's suffering as a simple plot device or shock value: It is depicted very realistically and is intrinsic to the story because of the happenings of their world. The narrative explains why the trafficking started, how it was able to fester to the point it is at present, and the different ways multiple forces tried to appease the issue. But what's most important to me is that the narrative doesn't diminish the victims to only being victims, but instead focuses on how the things these trafficked people went through affected them.

As for the various character's back stories, while a lot of them are painful to read, I also appreciate the depth it gives them. Now I WILL talk about Li Jianheng's past (but only a little). I had to put the book down for a bit after chapter 62 because it really recontextualized how I saw Li Jianyun and Li Jianheng's relationship. There are multiple characters that have been neglected by their families, but Li Jianheng's neglect shows that he was literally never given a chance to excel.

Throughout the narrative Li Jianheng is presented as this carefree good for nothing. But what his past shows us is that he wasn't given the tools to develop meaningfully for most of his formative years. And when he was finally "given the opportunity", he had been beaten down so much that he couldn't handle the struggle of learning, so he ran away. But his "laziness" just "proved" his family's suspicion and they stopped trying, completely giving up on him.

His past makes his attempts to learn from Hai Liangyi all the more powerful and inspiring to me. But it also serves as an incredible foil to Shen Zechuan. Shen Wei did everything in his power to make sure Shen Zechuan got little to no mental stimulation, and yet Shen Zechuan still craved knowledge. He would sneak out to listen to his brother's school and taught himself how to read a little bit. Honestly, their pasts are hauntingly similar. But the main difference is that practically any attention Li Jianheng got was negative attention, while Shen Zechuan got no attention at all. Li Jianheng believed the cruel things the people around said about him. While Shen Wei's hatred was clear, Shen Zechuan was left to his own devices and didn't have a cacophony of eunuchs making fun or him every single day.

Every character backstory gives us insight as to why they are the way that they are (as they should lol). Mu Ru's backstory makes it understandable how she could never allow herself to truly trust Li Jianheng, no matter how sincere his love is. Many characters have been taken advantage of and have various flavors of "I will never be under someone else's control again" and act as follows.

I know such sensitive subject matter can be uncomfortable for most people, and I will never fault someone for finding discomfort in it's precense. However, I do think it's important to recognize when such heavy topics are being explored in a genuine manner. I don't have a step by step blue print on "the right way" to discuss these things, but in my opinion, I don't get the vibe that the pain and suffering the characters go through is "wallowing" in it, but rather acknowledging and confronting it.

We see the consequences of characters' selfish actions. And we also see how those on the receiving end sometimes are given, take, or forge the opportunity to rise out of the ashes. And even those who couldn't, many of their deaths carry weight in one way or another.

None of the crazy stuff that happens to these characters feels forced to me. Whether it's presenting how evil a character can be or showing how resilient a character is, all of it feels meaningful to the story and taken seriously.

Once again, this is just my opinion and you can, of course, have your own interpretation. I really love this story and having read other books where the "dark content" is literally just torture p***. I don't think QJJ is that. Dark? Yes. But not violence for the sake of violence. Not suffering for the sake of suffering. I think QJJ is a good faith exploration of how these things effect people and the different ways they go about reforming the corrupt world around them. And bonus points cause they find love on the way <3