#sabotaged enjoyment in learning

[furiousgoldfish]

Wanting to learn new things vs triggering the shame and self hatred from not knowing already and being bad at them at first, as well as internalized voices of discouragement, humiliation and scorn that your parents installed in you

[shaisuki]

❝ A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE. ❞

✞ FEATURING. BULLY! GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

▶ SERIES MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS bullying + university au + heavy bullying + degradation + humiliation + threats + blackmails + she/her pronouns + sabotage + bribes + blow jobs + cunnilingus + name calling (slut, whore, being called pig related names) + noncon + dubcon + dacryphilia + penetrative sex + implied spanking + anal sex + double penetration + nonconsensual recording + DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

NOTES. it's been long since i've paid attention on this one and for @bimbosandbubbles, vanny. thank you for inspiring me to finish this one. semi part 2 here. part 3.

SYNOPSIS. evading your bullies isn't a good idea so they take you to learn your lesson.

at the start of your uni days, you expected life would open a new path for you. meeting new people from different cities or in the international, new experiences and a way for you to start a new life with a degree after college but you shouldn't have planned anything for yourself as life had different plans for you. to mock you and spat at your face for being naive.

stuck in the endless game of cat and mouse with the university's golden duo.

his bright blue eyes peering behind his dark glasses while he watch the busybodies of students walks through the busy hallways of the university. searching for a certain someone that has been the sole enjoyment of his for the last few months. the only one who have lasted them for so long.

spreading his long arms at the back of the bench. legs spread in an inviting manner as he leans back, head thrown back. looking at the person sitting besides him.

“suguru, are you sure she'll show up?” gojo whines, asking the dark-haired male with the same footing as his in the university. looks and popularity-wise.

taking a puff from his cigarette, geto turns his eyes to him before looking at the students coming out for their next classes. blowing out the smoke before replying to him. his purple eyes glints.

“patience, satoru. she will show up.” anticipating the return of their favorite plaything. you could such be a tease at time like this.

it was time. your eyes rapidly searching for them. hoping to avoid the duo that everybody have singing their names. you don't want to deal another humiliation nor degrading remarks coming from them. you prayed. prayed and prayed, hoping someone will hear your pleas. clutching the straps of your bag tighter as you step outside of your class.

you began to made your way to your next class. you were glad many students were still present and crowding the hallways but you could never be so sure. passing the crowd with an apology to your lips as you occasionally bump into them but you keep your guard up, avoiding to look in the courtyard. you keep your sight straight ahead but you could feel your eyes tear up when a sudden shove from a busy student hit you. the collision making you look in the direction where the duo was waiting for you.

even at the distance, you can see geto's eyes fixated on you. a smirk curls in his lips. shooting you a playful smile at your direction.

your prayer wasn't heard that day.

scrambling into your feet and pretends you didn't see him. making yourself blend in the crowd and disappeared into the place where you only know. your heart beating a mile per minute, running away from them.

“there she is, satoru.” geto called out to his friend. making gojo straighten himself up and looks where geto is looking at. you're running away from them. how sad. how stupid.

thinking you could easily escape them and blending in the crowd. clever girl. they thought but they couldn't miss you. like predators marking their prey to be devoured. they know you more than you know yourself. exchanging looks and geto smirks while gojo chuckles. fuck, you interest them more.

two cats letting the mouse escape and corner it again before they can fully escape in their grasp.

looking around, you made sure there's no one following you. no signs of the white hair and dark long hair best friends lurking around. taking the more quiet place that students use as shortcut when in a rush.

you just wanted a peaceful college life. not being a playtoy for the duo who passed you around like you were some cheap whore. you want to ask someone to help you but how could they help you. some attempts were made and the good souls who believes in you where blacklisted from the university for some unknown reasons.

you didn't know how much power gojo held and the words coming from geto's mouth enticing people who hang from his every word and realizing it only at the end.

gojo satoru is the only son and the heir of a multi-million company. who made a name for himself in the campus. the pretty boy who have different arm candies hanging in his arms weekly.

geto suguru who you doesn't know much but made himself popular along with gojo in the campus. charming he is and had a fan club made for him and to his best friend. they're the best if people were asked about them.

and you. you were just nothing but a toy to them. a past time when they're bored and you're left like nothing when they're done with you.

they won't follow you, do they? looking behind you to check and you almost let out a breath of relief. you barely escaped geto earlier. your nerves still working you up.

“i didn't take you the type to ditch us, (y/n).”

you almost jump, making you stop in your tracks as you look up in front of you. hand in his pockets while waving the phone in his other hand. a grin in his face while stepping closer to you.

with every step he take, you took backwards. not wanting to face him or geto. you don't want anything from them. tentatively taking your steps backwards. you just could blend again with the crowd. your mind formulating a thousand escape plans. you only look at him in contempt. a last chance of bravery against him.

spinning your heel and you made a run for a life. you could taste the escape in your lips. away from him. away from the people who made your life hell.

flashes of light blinded you for a second before realizing you were stopped. the tight grip in your arm, the smell of cigarette clinging into his shirt. it almost made you gag.

“nice one, suguru. (n/n) thinks she can escape us.”

there was a stinging sensation behind your eyes. the hope you're once clinging ripping into shreds. falling once again to the madness this two seeks for the pleasure of their own entertainment.

geto pulls you closer to his. wrapping his arm in your shoulder. your back against his chest while his hand went to cup your jaw. raising your head to meet his smile. you sure could punch him if you have the guts but looking at his face, you couldn't deny that geto suguru is attractive. maybe it's the lightning or how his hair is elaborately tied in a bun where the other locks of his hair is loose underneath and the single strand of his hair falling down. acting like bangs in his face. the warm light of the sun illuminating his face like halo. it's almost— godly.

you felt stupid for admiring one of the people in your life who made it hell. it's a realization how small you felt, how powerless you are with this two and they remind you of it every single time of your life.

your lips is curled up in a frown and gojo take notice of it. the latter grinning and walking forward where his friend got you trapped.

grasping your chin in his slender fingers, blue eyes inspecting your face behind his dark glasses. leaning closer to brush his lips to yours and the immediate reaction earns a laugh of amusement to his. tucking back your lips and moving your head to the side. blinking back the tears and he'd be lying if he didn't like the tears on you.

you weren't special. you're nothing worthy of praise nor attention but you do give them a hell of a time. you didn't even look or close to the numerous bitches they had fucked. they were naturally submissive which they like and the worst is they got clingy which is incredibly annoying for them. skanky bitches like them think they can have a piece of them. thinking they're now hotshots for sleeping with them when they're just holes for them to fill and to leave.

you — you got a fight in you. they wouldn't tell you that aloud. they didn't need to shape a bitch for them. bitches are made for them and you, even a dozen times they break you, you're still standing up and perhaps they could keep you longer until you submit to them and throw you away like a trash. follow them like a lost puppy that is still coming back even kicked and worship them at their feet. they needed you to break.

your eyes betrayed you, no. it wasn't tears instead it was the impalpable glare you have given to someone and not just to someone. it was one of your bullies.

his shit eating grin turning into one of a coldest lines forming in his lips before turning into one of a condescending smile. an immediate silence taking over and geto didn't missed that despise being behind you. harshly yanking your arms he was holding and earning a whimper from you.

“ah, ah. what's that? acting brave now are we? who taught you that or perhaps we didn't teach you enough what happens to fat slut like you acting up? mmm?” he hums. closing his eyes as his lips crooks into a smile. his bangs covering one side of his eye and the other opens or both. you couldn't tell when his bangs is covering the other.

“suguru, don't be like that. we've been just too lenient at her and now — acting too brash. we don't want this for our pet suguru, do we?” gojo tuts. tapping his fingers to your cheek, eyes locking to geto. the eye contact generating the sickest of punishments they can sentence you to.

“please — i-i need to go....” your voice stumbling at the words and your false courage starting to crumble. you couldn't think how stupid you were for glaring at gojo. he deserves it and it's not enough. you thought. bitter memories starting to surface while you think of all the humiliations you had to endure by his hands and if you were getting punished which was already placed into you, you should have glared at his friend too.

gojo tuts.“nuh uh, where do you think you're going? this is what you get for avoiding us. you need to learn your place.” the snow white haired boy jeers at you.

suguru only smirks, grabbing your arm to drag you from wherever they wished to punish you. gojo following suit whilst humming a tone from a random song.

you ended up in a vacant classroom in where the area is currently renovated and staff and students alike are forbidden to enter minus the construction workers who were taking a lunch break. giving the duo the time to punish you in their own ways. you can feel the bile rising in your throat and the familiar sparks of tears stinging behind your eyelids. your heart quickening its beats from the nervousness and the shame you have to face on or it will never end. it never ends.

“strip.” the black haired male ordered you. seated in one of the chairs in the vacant room. his friend is also comfortably seated too. a huge smirk plastered on his face, resting his head in his palm while those blues in his eyes glints in anticipation.

“n-no.” you stammer out. your hands trembling. clenched in fists in your back.

geto fakes a frown. twirling his phone in his hand while he types the password in his phone.

“no? such a shame if the whole uni would see what kind of a slut you are. you look good in this one, pretty i might say. taking satoru's cock so well. hm?” tapping the phone in his fingers while showing you a clip of a video they had previously filmed from the past sessions. both had a copy in their own phones. they may never say it but it's a video they treasured whenever they misses you. “poor mommy and daddy. they will know how much of a slut a daughter they had raised.”

“you can't do that. you have no right.” there's a sound similar to a whisper in your voice. a cruel smirk etched in his face, looking at your helpless state. they know the power they hold. what would you do report? ask the others? too bad, they'll never believe you as long they're around. people worship them. what's the power of a peasant against them? nothing.

“he can, (y/n)-chan. just one tap away and the whole world will see you for who you really are. a slut who's desperate of attention. now, follow suguru's order or we'll post it.” satoru warns. playing with the arms of his dark glasses. the action making you see a peek of what's under them.

and just like that, like a puppet you obey them. your hands trembling along with your vision blurring from the tears that started to spill from your eyes. forced to follow what they ordered to you. you couldn't risk to be find out. knowing full well that you would just be shamed even it's not your fault. who would believe you after all? you were an unfortunate being that got thrown in a tiger's den. you think of your parents — who worked so hard for your education. if hardwork and determination would reward you along with their sacrifices. you will be the first one to graduate in your family. you just have to endure it. give in to their demands and maybe — just maybe. it will end faster and you could wallow in shame on your own.

retracting your arms and you unhooked your bag slinging in your back. placing it on the nearest table. there's a soft thud along with the taps of their shoes in the wooden floor. impatiently waiting for you to completely strip of your garments.

your head hung know as you hesitate to reach out for the lower buttons of your blouse. your fingers wobbles as the buttons enter the holes of your blouse. one by one. the buttons coming undone and you blinked back the tears again but no matter how many times you blinked the tears came running down your cheeks.

you couldn't run. not when the fate of your education and dignity are stored in their phones — or maybe. you'll let them and disappear forever — away from their hungry gazes and hands that turns filth whatever they touches.

a pair of blue and purple dances at your snivelling form. that look suits you better than being a stubborn bitch you are. all bark and no bite. who's the the loser now?

it's getting quite annoying how you slowly take your clothes off and the modesty of it. a red long sleeved blouse and underneath it a black tank top paired with a long black denim skirt that preserves and gives you the impression of being a modest and goody two shoes person. boring. they make sure to put in mind what clothes you are allowed to wear for immediate contact.

satoru sighs but it's closer to belching. growing impatient as he taps his shoes in the floor before standing up and walks towards you.

he holds the tops of your shirt before tearing it up. the last buttons flying away as they got ripped. you panicked and grasping his hands to stop it but he's stronger than you. easily pulling your arms away as he yank your shirt. the action resulting in your skin burning and welts starting to form where the cloth had touched your skin.

“no! no — please! i—i'll do anything you want but not this!” you cried, hands squirming to take it away from his tight grasp. “tsk. too late.” gojo taunts. turning his head to look at geto who was enjoying the view. “suguru~, lend a hand will you? little mousy-chan is real stubborn today” asking his friend nonchalantly.

geto shakes his head, cupping your jaw harshly that it started to hurt and leaves bruises to the skin. forcing you to raise your head to look at him. “this wouldn't happen if you were obedient. we could have shown you mercy and instead what did you do? running away from us like a squealing pig. accept your punishment.” his pupils darkening and you watch it through your glossy eyes.

“a bad, bad — bad girl, you are. who taught you this? ahh, maybe it's mommy or daddy. run away from the big bad wolf eh. it's that what they taught you. they're wrong. you're a swine who lures men at your undesirable self.” he continues to sneer at you.

you didn't know what's hurting at this point. your body or your soul. you didn't know. you couldn't even shield yourself from the spite of their hatred and disgust for you. if you were really this ugly and undesirable for them. why would they bother for it. you know it wouldn't be difficult for them to get their dick wet. girls swoon and was more than willing to give their body for them and if they want another to give the same treatment you receive, they can. a much more appealing person for their taste. a far cry from what you are.

he lets go of your jaw, the sound of your tank top being ripped from the back resonating in the room. geto grabs your head, your face pressing on his chest while he holds you to avoid interrupting his friend who was having the time of his life tearing your clothes off. your bra following suit. your denim skirt being tugged away and that made you cry even more, leaving you only in your panties.

gojo continues his torment at you. slapping and pinching the muffin top in your waistline. chuckling while his fingers digs marks into the skin. amused from the fat of your body jiggling and swaying with the assault it was taking.

his eyes twinkling in pure glee and it returns to normal meeting geto's gaze at him. looks are exchanged, a quiet agreement that they both fully understand what it meant coming for you.

geto places his hands into your shoulders before pushing it down, forcing you to kneel with no consideration for the bruises that will later bloom. gojo watches in pure amusement while his friend manipulates you into his will. this is what suguru is. his true colors in full display.

geto is not the person you want to be messed up with. striking in the place where you don't expect it. nothing can hinder suguru when getting what he desires and a shame for those fuckers who tried to help you. what they did get? blacklisted from the university with a anomaly he conjured up.

flickers of sunlight and dust mingles in the room. gojo shakes his head watching as his friend switched his charismatic demeanor into one of a sadistic. “suguru, don't get too hasty. i thought you were the cool one here.” he said nonchalantly, eyes hungry with desire and need from raking through your half naked figure. kicking your torn clothes strewn in the floor.

“i don't tolerate defiant bitches who can't follow rules and begs for mercy from their mistake.” his voice cool with hint of malice behind them. “i should put you in your place, (n/n). ” he smirks, relishing on how hope simply vanishes into your eyes.

“now don't be like that to me, (y/n). please me and maybe i'll change my mind.” his eyes narrows down at you while you're in the verge of tears. your lips are wobbling. faced with suguru's crotch and you regret looking in his eyes. a silent plea for him to change his mind. a condescending smile only and you received your answer.

you blink back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes while you reach for his belt loops. shaky hands unbuckled his belt and you were shook that you were fumbling and when geto took a breath, you quickly managed to unhook the loops and pulling the zipper of his pants down.

you never wanted to make it worse than it was when geto would show his impatience towards you and in your situation you can only obey.

he's huge. always was. the outline of his cock is pressed against his boxers. “i presume you won't be needing my help to get it out, princess.” his tone velvet smooth with a hint of impatience dripping in it. you accepted your fate when you tug his boxers down. his cock springing free and it slaps to his abdomen. “suck.” he orders you with no hesitation and you think you could cry at this moment and then you remembered how cruel the two are when disobeyed especially the male above.

you take a experimental lick in the tip of his cock before enveloping it with your tongue. you feel him shiver. a grunt can be heard next as you swallow half of his cock. bobbing your head in a slow motion while you stroke the other half of his cock.

suguru stare at the scene below him. his cute piggy taking his cock in your mouth. he places his hand behind your head. forcing you to look at him and it makes his cock throb more at your mouth. your round cheeks in display and your lips wrapped around his cock and that teary gaze of yours meeting his own. “take more of this cock, princess.” tapping your cheek and you obediently followed. he let out a curse as you take him deeper. closing his eyes for a brief moment and he returned to watch you take more of him. “you can only follow an order if you're being threatened. might do more of this—shit—haaah.” grunting as you fondle his balls.

satoru watch in pure amusement as you take his friend's cock. slobbering all over it as you suck him deeper and he's a little jealous. not used in his spotlight being taken by someone and suguru was no exception and your attention should be also on him. his blue eyes peering through his glasses. he watch as your round face struggled to swallow more of his friend's girthy cock. drool seeping from the corner of your mouth as you bob your head back and forth.

gojo shudders at the blood rushing in his cock. he began to palm his cock through his pants. groaning and the little puffs of breath he was taking. unable to contain his excitement he pulled out his cock. stroking his veiny cock in a slow torturous manner as his cum dribbles down from the tip of his cock.

“suguruuu~” geto winces at the call of his name. eyes half-glaring at his friend for interrupting the haze he was in of your mouth sucking him. “you're not the only one allowed to fuck (y/n)-chan's mouth. sooo let me have her mouth.” gojo smiles at him and suguru scowls for a moment before giving your mouth to suck satoru's cock.

gojo grins. “f-fuck... suck me more...” the white haired boy stutters. burrowing his dick deeper in your mouth making you gag but he didn't care. feels too good to notice that you're almost choking on his cock as tears appeared in the corner of your eyes. your other hand still occupied jerking suguru's length.

the duo loves nothing more than this. their cute, little toy being used by them. you spent the last minutes alternating between their cocks, both covered by your spit. you were currently sucking him off and suguru groans at his impending orgasm and satoru isn't doing good either but before their orgasm bursts. they made you stop.

“open wide baby.” gojo pants. both of them pumping their cocks in unison before shooting their load in your mouth. spurts of their cum dropping in your tongue and some landing in your face. “what do we say after giving you our cum?” his face remaining passive as he reminds you and if you answer it wrong, this will last longer.

“t-thank you.” you shyly mutters. voice low and sounding so obedient. that seems to satisfy suguru as he replied with a hum. holding your jaw between his thumb and index finger. swiping the sticky cum glazed in your face with his thumb, he smeared it in your face and without further adieu you swiped the cum in your lips with your tongue. the bitter taste of their cum coating your taste buds and it would linger for days to come.

“you could be such a good girl, you know that, sweets.” satoru commented. admiring your face covered in cum. “even you could be such a bitch sometimes and you choose today to act up and we know what happens when you break a rule, you get punished.” squishing your round cheeks before staring at you dead in the eye with his blue eyes glimmering more than ever. “and punishment starts now.”

breathing is not the same as it was anymore. you sat in suguru's lap uncomfortably. your ass stinging, covered with handprints as it starts to form welts. air became lacking as suguru continues to kiss you.

“mmm...” the small sounds is all you can manage while suguru shoves his tongue deep inside. it's been minutes and this punishment gets worst as the clock ticks.

suguru can be gentle as he is rough. the dried tears sticking in your cheeks are the evidence of it and your much demure attitude after a spanking does the trick of it so he's rewarding you of kissing you until you're breathless. your soft lips perfectly melding in his and suguru enjoys every minute of it. you taste of the sea and something sweet or it just could be him. licking your tears before this. it was humiliating to you while he savors every minute for it.

geto smirks in the kiss when he hears gojo speak. “she's so fucking wet, suguru.” gojo laughs. watching as slick flows in your dripping hole. your thighs are spreaded by him and preventing you to close your legs away from his gaze. “all that spanking got you, hah. i barely touched you.” mocking you as he laughs. your body tensed and geto noticing the change in your body chuckles. “getting shy, are we? let satoru do what he wants and maybe we're going to be gentle to you this time.” it wasn't much of a request but an order. you simply nodded. “good girl.” suguru mutters before dipping again for a another kiss. holding you closer to him while his hand in your back gripping the rolls on it and the other hand in your breast. his finger brushing to your stiff buds.

satoru let suguru have his fun and so is he. what's in front of him is going to tastier and he can't wait to dig. parting your thighs wider, satoru first bestowed a chaste kiss to your doughy thighs. making sure they are given equally the amount of being worshipped by him. he won't say it aloud but your thighs are his favorite. smooching the expanse of your thighs and sometimes resting his cheek to your thigh just to feel that softness over it. he will get both of them to squish his cheeks or crush his head. he doesn't care.

a smack sound can be heard as satoru took his first lick to your fat pussy. humming in delight for diving back in. his tongue lapping in your sweet heat and more obscene noises grew from his desperate feats of licking your slit with his tongue. alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue to get more of that goodness.

your plush body jerks involuntarily. all the places with the extra bits jiggling at the sudden intrusion of his tongue. moaning in the kiss where suguru had you locked. “mmm...hah—mmm...” is the only sound you can produce as suguru licks your tongue and going back again to take your lips in his. drool covering both of your mouths. eyes half-lidded and you're drunk in this haze and you take a peek of satoru in between your legs. his white hair moving so gracefully as he slurps loudly the juices spilling in your cunt. his large hands holding firmly your thighs. sinking in the softness of it as your thighs gets bigger at being squish. the flesh spilling in his thick fingers.

satoru let goes on your clit with a loud pop before you can cum. your whines muffled by suguru's lips on your own and satoru chuckles. wiping the juices covering his mouth. “i got on her pussy first, suguru.” satoru reminded him and the man in front of you smiles. “no need to remind me, satoru. i'll take her ass.” he nonchalantly commented and your widens. squirming in his lap to get off but suguru clutches your flabby arms in his hands. “don't be scared. it will feel good like your pussy does.” he convinces you but you don't want it. “who cares about that, it's part of the punishment.” suguru growls and that puts you in your place. accepting what they decided for you.

“hey, suguru. frightening our dear (y/n)-chan will get her holes tight. you might want to loosen her.” gojo commentated whilst rubbing your slit with his fingers.

geto tsk. visibly annoyed, a rare occurrence for gojo to see his friend like this. “satoru, punishment is punishment.” the purples in his eyes darkening and gojo shrugs. “whatever. i still get to fuck her fat pussy.” sticking out his tongue towards suguru.

it was painful to swallow the lump in your throat that never existed again and again. your hands are clammy while the duo began to position themselves to you. satoru slapping your ass before hooking his arms behind your knees and his hands holding the back of your thighs hoisting you up. wrapping your arms in his and the other in suguru.

the black haired beauty holds your ass. suguru spreading your ass cheeks and the tip of his cock prodding at your tight hole. “please, geto. not in there please. i—i'll do any—mmph” the sharp thrust of his cock interrupted your plea. making you cry at the burning sensation in your hole. clenching your fist in a tight manner. your eyes hot and warm tears came rolling down your cheeks from the pain like rivulets. “and what? you'll do anything. too late now, sweetheart.” suguru examines your face as it twist again in the thrust of satoru's cock in your cunt.

“fuck!” satoru curses out. chuckling at himself. “the only good thing in you is tight pussy of yours.” your velvety walls clenching around his cock. “are you crying?” satoru teases taking a mental note of your tears.

both of them adjusts their hold on you. beginning to move their hips in an upward motion to thrust their aching cock in your warm holes.

it burns. everything stings with every move. your muscles begging to rest as it tears from how they stretched your muscles and your limbs put in a uncomfortable manner. this is how your day supposed to go on. why you must be in this position. unwilling and unlucky to escape this kind of situation. you're always in trouble with this two and maybe if you weren't so fat for this two to mock and make fun of you wouldn't be here.

mistaking the tears in your eyes as being overstimulated which is true but you're troubled with the inner turmoil of yourself so you get lost and the two began to harshly pound their lengths deep inside you. groaning and throwing at curses.

satoru rests his forehead in your shoulder and behind his glasses, his eyes, the prettiest shade of blue seems to shine in astonishing sight of your pudgy belly. squished together and like dough being stacked together. jiggling at the impact of their thrusts in you and his sight lowers. his cock disappearing inside your pussy as it glistens and the wet squelch it was making, it was simply music to his ears. biting the junction of your neck. he stare at suguru who's smirking at the sensation of your tight hole gripping his cock. “she feels so good, suguru—ahh.. this pussy's trying to choke my cock.” satoru commented.

“you hear that, you feel so good.” suguru holds your jaw forcing you to look at him. “open your mouth, baby.” parting your lips at his order, suguru spits on your mouth. a glob of his spit hitting your tongue in which you didn't hesitate to swallow and suguru smiles. “good girl.” he praises.

hard muscles are a contrast to your soft body. sandwiched between their bodies while they keep their pace steady in bullying your holes with their cocks. a moan is ripped from your throat when satoru hits the spongy spot in your cunt. knowing what he had done, satoru grips your thighs firmly as he angles his cock inside. hitting that spot repeatedly until you can't stifle the sounds coming from you. involuntary moans come spilling from your mouth and gojo swells with pride that only him, well both of them. he and suguru could make you moan like that. how did he know? silly to ask that. they're the only ones who had fucked you since you started college and the first to take your virginity. they didn't even allow men to approach you.

suguru wanting you to make you feel good like satoru does have to speed up his thrusts usually than what he always do. it's not even a work up from him. his desire for your asshole to only know the shape of his cock and he's the only one who can fuck this ass of yours.

“'too much. too much.” you babbled. the pleasure and pain is getting overwhelming for you to take. instead in pitying you it earned a chuckle from the two. “since when did it became too much for you, huh? you're a slut. sluts don't go to tell that it's too much. all they can do is shut up and take it.” satoru taunts you.

gojo hisses when your cunt squeezes around him. the creamy white ring forming in the base of his cock as you came. “shit! she came suguru.” satoru said in amusement and even he's like that he's getting close too and so is suguru. they exchange looks briefly before putting their strength in reaching their end.

you can't speak. they've taken your ability to speak. you can only moan in silence as you feel another orgasm bubbling in your abdomen again. you're going to cum and it's going to be more intense than the last one. you feel them both. hot and throbbing. the veins in their cocks making ridges in your soft walls. taking and molding their very shape.

harsh thrusts are back to back being blown to you. the tips of their cocks hits deeply as they can before releasing their loads. both groaning as spurts after spurts of their cum are being loaded inside of you. never did you felt to be so full and warm until they've released their loads inside of you. hot and sticky.

it took a few more thrusts before the both of them had ridden their high. handsome as they are and wicked even after fucking their favorite plaything. removing your arms around their shoulder. you slowly descended on the floor. both of their cum escaping your holes. dripping and staining the cold hard floor where you sat. you ignore them and you know the drill after being fucked by them. it's time to leave and slowly, you began to gather your clothes. your blouse are useless. tattered and shredded and it won't cover you. you're lucky your denim skirt are still intact.

reaching out for your bag to get the spare clothing you packed for when it happens. you grabbed the wet wipes. patting where their release had stained you, mostly in your face. a stream of tears you didn't even notice falling from your eyes got you wondering why the floor below you is getting wet. the realization dawning into you and you can only cry silently. dressing yourself and trying to be more decent.

satoru and suguru busied themselves fixing their clothing. not leaving the sight of their toy cleaning their self. suguru crouches down to meet your position. “crying after what you've put yourself into.” he commented. “pathetic.” satoru mutters as he watch you beneath him. “try not to defy us again, okay? it would be much worst than this one.” there's a hint of softness in his voice and maybe you could convince yourself that he wasn't a jerk from the way he spoke but you know better. they had humiliated you until you hated yourself. degrading you like you were nothing a dirt and not a human being.

“i understand. i'm sorry.” you say. bowing your head in shame for being disobedient at them. for not following simple orders. “good.” his only response to you.

“can i please go now?”

suguru hums and with that, you slowly made your way outside. your bag tightly secured in your back with your ripped clothes, you left without saying a word again with tears streaming down your face.

when you disappeared from that door, the duo both left at the building. going on with their lives again as the golden boys of the university and you were left with nothing, not even a shred of your dignity.

satoru reviews the newly recorded of you being impaled by their cocks. feeling hard again from the way your pussy wrapped around him along with your soft body pressed against him. “the best, satoru.” suguru commented after seeing what his friend is watching in his phone. “send it to me.” whipping his phone in a second and quickly typing.

your phone buzzes. alerting you with a message. you were wiping your tears after you nearly trip. absentmindedly wandering in the campus and if it wasn't for you almost tumbling you wouldn't break out from your stupor. more tears rolled in your cheeks, dripping down in the screen of your phone after you've read the message.

suguru: see you later.

[kwamiwayzz]

I'm all for fluffy Jeckole longfics but there's gotta be an exploration of their fucked up issues throughout the years. Give me the long grueling process of them healing over the time. Give me Nicole and Jecka arguing over petty shit that escalates because they don't know how to communicate well, and their respective individual problems keep them from having normal and healthy conversations. Give me Nicole still being trapped in high school and not knowing how to grow up. Give me Jecka getting sick of Nicole but ultimately always taking her back because Nicole is the only person who understands how fucked up she is underneath the preppy, good-girl, overachiever persona she's been given by her family.

Give me Jecka who doesn't realize that she's continuing the cycle of abuse from her dad by yelling, screaming, and almost physically hitting Nicole whenever they get into heated fights. Give me Jecka who selfishly gets mad at Nicole for not "progressing fast enough" in therapy.

Give me Nicole wanting to try to get better (initially just for Jecka) but ends up self-sabotaging along the way. Give me Nicole learning how to live and learning how to find some enjoyment in living.

Give me them being so absolutely messy and being a hot mess around each other, but learn how to make it work either out of codependency or what-the-fuck-ever. Give me a long fic that has them living together but now have to deal with their environment outside of high school--except this time, both grow together, end up well-adjusted, and genuinely a little happier than they were as teenagers.

At this point, I think I'm just asking for a Jeckole-version of How Do We Relationship.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

When Insanity Works

Summary: In a world where men have learned not to summon succubi for their own pleasure, Mingi decides to try it anyway. Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!Reader Genre: Smut, Fantasy, Horror(?), One Shot Tropes: sub!idol, succubus!AU Word Count: 1.3K Contains: mention of the existence of sexual assault (no details), mind reading (kinda), demon contracts/summoning, somnophilia, big dick!Mingi, oral (m. receiving), scratching, reference to porn-watching and masturbation, pet names (kitten, pet, sweet angel, toy), unprotected sex, creampie, multiple rounds (not overstim though)

Normally, when your kind is summoned by humans, it's by women trying to get back against their assaulters or men who want to sabotage their crush's current relationship. With the obvious downsides of interacting with succubi, men haven't requested for themselves in decades. So, why have you found yourself summoned by the one man who insists he'll survive despite all the warnings?

"No. Send me to someone else, just like people always do."

The tall man sitting against the bed's headboard insists, "Let me choose for myself. If my life is at risk, that's my call. I'd like for you to bed me."

"Why in Hell's great name would you want to risk your life for some sex? I assure you, it's not special enough to place your life on the line for."

No, wait. Why are you even fighting him on it? He had to do a lot to summon you, so he had plenty of time to change his mind, and yet he's still so adamant about it. Who are you to deny him? Especially when you came here to eat anyway.

Cutting him off midway through his monologue you weren't listening to, you cave, "You know what, fine. I have to start when you're asleep; I'm sure you know that. So fall asleep and I'll do it."

Happily, the lanky man slides under the covers with the biggest smile on his face. Without the context you know, you would've assumed he met the love of his life or scored his dream job based on that smile.

Strangely enough, he falls asleep rather quickly. Hovering over him, you peek into his mind to find some of his desires. In this way, you learn his name, his urge to be used, and some of the names he'd like to be called. Finding more than enough substance to use, you move the covers off of him to find him in nothing but a loose pair of boxers. You rub him through the fabric until a sizeable bulge forms. The scent of his eagerness fills your nose as you lower his underwear and release your meal.

Starting slowly, you leave kitten licks upon his tip while stroking his length. Although you've seen countless appendages - human and otherwise - this one has a length you only find on creatures who had to adapt after struggles to mate, surely not in humans. You enjoy his small whines and twitches as he reacts to your tender touches in his sleep. Dragging your hand down his thigh, you find muscles perfect to grab hold of. When you move that hand back up to his waist, you begin to understand his desires more. With each simple touch, his body reacts in multiple ways - tensing, twitching, whining, and even flailing around at times. It almost feels like he's meant to be used for others' enjoyment.

Learning enough about him, you increase the intensity. As you suck on his tip, you drag your fingertips around his waist, your nails scratching him enough to mark but not quite enough to tear the skin. With these increased sensations, his whimpering gets louder, even so much as mumbling incoherently in his sleep.

You move up to look at his face, checking to make sure he still hasn't woken up, and ask him, "A deep sleeper? Is this how you want to be used?"

Upon kissing his temple, you gain the answer for yourself as you witness him watching somnophiliac porn to pleasure himself. With a giggle, you find the new information as delectable as his massive size. You return to his crotch with a newfound mission. Sloppily, you continue giving him oral with the sole intention to prepare him for your pussy.

As your saliva glistens on his length, you position yourself above him. With your hands resting on his chest for balance, you lower yourself onto him, feeling the addictive stretch as you take all of him in. Settling onto his lap, you watch his face contort from the sensations. You stay still as he twitches inside of you.

"Shh... don't worry, kitten. You'll get what you want." You cup his face and lean in to kiss his nose before adding in a whisper, "Just be a good little pet and be patient."

After repositioning yourself upright again, you allow your natural urges to win. You grind yourself on him, thinking only of your own pleasure, exactly like he wants you to do regardless. As his whines grow to a higher pitch, you work yourself faster, enjoying the sexuality you're gaining from the insane man who requested you for himself despite all the warnings from his ancestors.

Suddenly, his hands wrap around your butt, his fingertips molding the soft plushness. Looking down, you see him looking lovingly up at you with barely-awake eyes. Averting your gaze, you lift your chin to the ceiling and focus on feeling him inside of you. With him now awake, you flex your muscles to tighten around him, wanting to play with him more. In stark contrast to the high-pitched whines from his sleeping form, he releases a deep, throaty growl as he feels you grip him tighter.

"Oh, sweet angel, that sound is music to my ears. Keep it up and I'll suck your soul out with your juices. Be careful, now."

Through gritted teeth and a fuzzy mind, he muses, "Take it. It's already yours."

Fueled by his lust, you focus on his enjoyment for a moment to continue hearing his magical noises. You adjust your movements to be better for him and work him to his first high. As his seed shoots up into you, his fingernails dig into your flesh and his back arches from the pleasure. Curses mix into the devilishly good noises erupting from his throat.

You lean forward and lock lips with him as you return to moving in ways that'll pleasure you. You dip your tongue into his mouth to occupy his mind, trying to remove his focus from his sensitive dick still getting attention despite the violent orgasm moments ago. You hear him beg in between your lips, unsure whether he wants you to stop or give him more. When he glides his hands up your back, you understand that he wants to make things more intimate, so you console him.

"My lovely toy, you asked me to play with you. Are you already done playing? Should we stop?"

"Not stop. Just a break. Please, let me recover for a few minutes. That was the hardest orgasm I've ever had; it was almost painful."

"Almost? You weren't in pain, kitten?" Shocked, as you often leave your victims in tears with their first orgasm, you halt all movement to look at him.

"N-no. It only stung for maybe a second. I'll be ready again in a few minutes. I'm sorry I need to recover."

Running a hand through his hair and removing the strands that stick to his forehead from the sweat, you admit, "Don't apologize, Mingi. You're stronger than I expected. Most men are in tears already. I'm amazed, not upset."

Sure enough, his grip loosens after only four minutes of waiting, and he asks you to move again. Despite the intensity of his previous orgasm, he still wants more. With a smirk, you understand why he called you for himself, even if he didn't quite know himself.

As the night continues, you earn three more orgasms from the beast of a human, following the same cycle of rest between them. Not a single tear falls from his eye, and you find yourself full before you can completely exhaust him. Due to this, you aren't allowed to return to hell to seek out another victim, so you decide to help each other out by continuing your service with him as a demon contract rather than your typical succubus call.

Now tethered to him until he wishes to release you, you find yourself itching in anticipation for the nights to come - something you've never expected to do with a simple human. But, he's clearly not just a simple human, not with that libido and stamina combination.

[instaspacenoodles]

Hallo! I noticied your requests are open

Can I request a dabble or a fic on Jiyan with an S/O who’s part of the fractisdus

He wouldn’t have known beforehand, but he’s just on the battle field and there they are

whichever way it goes it’s up to you, but maybe an angsty ending perhaps 😋

✧₊⊹𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥

✧ Jiyan x gn!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 — Angst, Fract!Reader, Mourning, Death

In order for the Fractsidus’ plan to succeed and ensure the revival of the Threnodian Ovathrax, you were tasked by Overseer Scar to keep an eye on the Midnight Rangers. Gather intel, sabotage when the opportunity arises, and keep your cover - kill anyone if you must. It wasn’t too difficult but you managed to blend into the city, presenting yourself as someone who wanted to live a quiet life.  

The quiet life didn't last a month. Your bad luck striking again when you accidentally ran into the general - the very person you had to avoid. You just wanted a late night snack for heaven's sake! The man escorted you home like a gentleman with not much to say but... he was still a threat nonetheless.

Ever since then it was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you. You just kept running into that General Jiyan no matter where you went. You didn’t know if this was a blessing or a curse. Well, if the universe was offering the best source of information to you on a silver platter then who were you to refuse.

Each time, you played the innocent card while skillfully weaving in questions about the frontlines and the Midnight Rangers. Jiyan wasn’t the type to share classified information so easily unlike his loudmouth comrades. He only shared tidbits about the Rangers and what was happening behind the scenes - much to your frustrations. He was lucky he was cute. Maybe from a different angle, you could earn his trust and learn more of the secrets he holds. 

The next time you met him, you extended an invitation to join you for dinner at your home. He grew quiet for a few moments and a part of you watched with bated breath. Would he decline? Maybe it was too soon? You tried to take it back with an awkward laugh, however, he shakes his head and accepts your invite with that small smile of his that made your heart beat just a bit faster. 

After that night, there was a tone shift between you two. Conversation with him was actually… enjoyable. A small part of you wanted to know more about him - his childhood, his time as a doctor, his favorite things. His presence filled your days with a sense of calmness similar to that of blue skies after a rough storm. It made you realize that you haven’t been this close to someone in a long time. This recent change felt weird but it wasn’t unwelcomed. 

However, happy moments are quick to disappear. There was a tightness in your chest when Jiyan tells you that he was called to the Frontlines. You understood it was his duty as Jinzhou’s General and you should be happy that he was finally out of your hair. Though all you felt was a squeeze on your heart when he departed from the city and all that was left now was a void of what was.

You were constantly reminded of him everywhere you go, of all the beautiful moments you shared together. You wonder what he would say if he saw you moping around like you- wait a second. Did you miss him? That realization made you freeze in place as heat started creeping to your face. It couldn’t be that you… actually fell for Jiyan, could it? Shit. You liked him, you missed him, you liked him.

When the word arrived that the General returned to the city victorious, that feeling you worked so hard to suppress came back full force. So there you were at home, making sure that everything was perfect if he came knocking. It felt like hours before there was a faint knock on your front door and you nearly trip over the table trying to get it open. There he was in all his glory. Jiyan was back, back home. In a swirl of pure glee and relief, you launch yourself at him. Surprised by the sudden hug attack, he caught you before you could do much damage. A laugh bubbling from his chest as your arms wrap around his neck. Everything was right in the world now.

It took a while to build up the courage to confess your feelings for him. Every time the right moment appeared, a little voice in the back of your head kept saying that you weren’t worthy of his hand. You were supposed to be enemies for god sake! The Fracustius wanted the General out of their way and here you are getting cozy with him. Feelings were hard and putting them into words were harder. Action was better instead.

 It was during one of those midnight walks that you forced your hand to move, reaching out to gently hold his own. Slowly, he intertwined his fingers with yours and gave your hand a tight squeeze in return. Your heart was pounding in your chest the rest of the way home but the smile on your face shined so brightly. He liked you back. There was no doubt of his feelings when leans down, holding your check with his free hand, to plant a small kiss on your lips. The faint flush of his cheeks was certainly a sight you wanted to keep seeing on the normally stoic man. 

Deep down, you knew peace wouldn’t last. Tacet Discords started to appear more frequently due to Threnodian’s resurrection and Jiyan was forced to the frontlines permanently. War was basically on their doorstep after all. Yet the true catalyst, the quiet before the storm, was the golden light descending from the sky that morning.  As confusion and anxieties rumbled through the street, only you knew what it meant. The Arbiter had arrived.

 It wasn’t before long that you were summoned to Norfall Barrens with the rest of the Fracustius members to assist with the resurrection. You had your orders and you too couldn’t go against your duties. Mask on, weapon in hand, and red cloak draped across your shoulders - your side was already chosen from the beginning. You just hoped that you both survived this.

A loud roar cut through your thoughts and you barely had time to dodge the large teal dragon that was thrown in your direction, with a certain General following suit. Of course, how naive to think that you would be able to avoid him here. Your heart nearly stopped as a sense of dread built up in your throat. Right now you both were on opposing sides. Both of your blades clash with a loud cling as the fighting continues. Jiyan was skillful in his attacks and certainly made good use of his duel wielding abilities - beautiful yet dangerous. 

Adrenaline and pain burned through your body with each slash you received. You managed to put some good wounds on him though it was clear to anybody that your body was in a worse state. You were no match for Jinhzou’s General. Jiyan caught you off guard with a swift kick to your gut that sent you flying backwards and rolling into a rock nearby. The world was spinning - shit.

His blade was pointed at your throat. Your body froze and wide eyes stared down at the broadblade. The will to fight vanished without a trace as you were at his mercy- mercy that he was unwilling to give. A shaky plea came from your lips as your hands reached up to pull the mask away as a last resort. At the same time, there was another flash of teal in his other hand and his spear was plunged right into your chest. The mask was pulled away as your body crumbled to the ground.

Jiyan catches the sight of your now revealed face and his whole resolve turns to dust. A mix of anguish, shock, and betrayal bloomed in his chest. You were with the Fracustius the entire time? No… that couldn’t be right. This had to be a sick joke, an illusion due to the retroact rain. He called out to you and watched you sluggishly stir to the sound of his voice. How could the beautiful eyes he stared at so many times faded to nothingness this easily? Though the damage was done and you were slipping through his fingers. 

Jiyan fell to his knees and pulled you against his body. He didn’t care about the dirt and the blood that were now staining his clothes, leaning down to whispering apologies in your ears with tears burning his eyes. A pained smile pulled at your lips and you could only gasp out a raspy ‘I love you’ before darkness swallowed you. As you take your last breath and your body goes lifeless in his arms, Jiyan could only stare at the moon in agony. He didn’t get to say he loved you too. 

[oh-no-its-bird]

Been thinking about your team ro time travel and team ro defect crossover and I just. I've been rereading keanblade's stuff recently so i have a very specific tobirama in my head and the idea that he'd take one look at this group of sad dissilusioned young adults/children and be like guess i'm a father of 5 now and rewrite his entire priorities around that. Like, you mentioned in the of team ro time travel you liked the idea of having half hatake tobirama in the mix and i'm an enjoyer the idea hatake tend to just adopt children wily nilly like oh look more pack, I think i will thank you very much. Just tobirama absconding with this entire group that has no incentive to return to their own time and being like i'm the dad now (yes some of them are barely younger than him, no that doesn't change that he's everyone's dad fuck off). He gets to teach kakashi all kinds of hatake things! Show him how to be a little wilder like the hatake of the warring states! If you subscribe to the theory he helped hashirama learn how the mokuton worked he could tenzo with his mokuton. The funniest option is that somehow all of this leads to peace without izuna dying and they werent even trying for that. Like, tobirama just straight up ditching everything to take care of a bunch of depressed teenagers and a kid, over half of which are uchiha, and being SO fiercely protective of his little pack of murder children and the uchiha seeing this and being like. Huh. I thought that guy hated us? He just. Is living in the woods with three uchiha and treating them like his specialest little guys. An uchiha patrol runs across them and tobirama is patting itachi on the head for a good job learning whatever insane jutsu he's currently teaching team ro because those are his kids and of course he'd teach them to be as strong and terrifying as he could. Makes them think. Bonus points if this also somehow leads to madatobi and/or when the village does get built tobirama always looking to team ro before agreeing to any plans cuz they know what didnt work the first time, having not only been affected by it in the worst ways but left because of it in their time. Does this make the village better? Who knows. But they're certainly trying.

Sorry for the long thing, this has just been plauging my thoughts. I dont even know if i explained my idea well it's just been banging around in my brain for too long and i needed it out

Based off [THIS] au about Team Ro defecting from Konoha after Kakashi, having been told the truth of his fathers sabotaged mission and the slander campaign against him by Orochimaru, interrupts Shisui's murder at Danzo's hand, leading to the entire team + Sasuke to flee Konoha-- and then accidentally time travel into the warring states era, years before Konoha was set to be founded.

(This is already long, so the reply is below the cut ->)

OK FIRST OFF IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS OOPS I HOPE I DIDNT KEEP U IN SUSPENSE

Woahh Keanblade mention !!! I love their stuff, they have some great fics and I love their brain. I haven't read their fics in a while actually, I should like go brush up on my keanblade lore / characterization at some point

IM YELLING THO IM SO ?? HONORED ?? TO HAVE SPARKED SMTHN IN UR BRAIN ACTUALLY, IM EATING THIS UP I LOVE IT THANK U SM FOR SENDING ME THIS I HAD SO MUCH FUN READING UR IDEAS !! AND YOU SENT ME SO MUCH TOO, SO MUCH FOOD TO DEVOUR ! Thank you for sending them to me I am giving you a little kiss right on ur brain

Tobirama really said "wow I can't believe I have to adopt these guys now"

Hashirama, probably: "Otouto you really dont have to--"

"I can't believe the world itself is making me adopt these sad, lost children."

"Children? Otouto, they aren't exactly--"

"I MUST take them in. I'm FORCED to, even."

"Tobi, no one is saying you--"

"I really have no choice in the matter. There are NO other options for them."

"Tobirama, please--"

The fact that Tobirama is like literally the same age as Kakashi and then they're just barely older than Shisui and Tenzo makes the whole thing so much funnier. It's probably for the best that he didn't try to dad them fr fr bc Im pretty sure the only one here without some form of daddy issues is like. Sasuke. Who is also 7.

(Which could be argued against tbh just depending on ur specific interpretation of Fugaku's dynamic w his kids on any given day)

So I imagine trying to actually parent various members of team ro comes with the risk of accidentally stepping on a landmine and potentially causing incredible violence and years of baggage to explode outward. I love my traumatized shinobi boys !!

Big brother Tobirama my beloved tho !!! Do u think he has complexes about being a big brother I think he has complexes and also that we should totally explore that, send tweet

Tobirama cave hermit arc !!! Madara had his turn, now it's his!

Team Ro really showed up, immediatley got thrust into an (unwilling, unwanted) custody battle, then got fucking SNATCHED by Tobirama before they could try and make a run for it, and just kinda,, decided to go with it? I guess? Fucking gold, actually. How the actual fuck did Tobirama convince them all to stay with him, the world will never know.

The man teleported the group of them into a forest alone, (instantly outnumbering himself) and went "this means I won the custody battle btw." and team Ro just went "I mean its better than being stuck with Uchiha Madara I guess." and went with it

Im not going to lie I fucking pictured Madara stumbling across the cave and team ro yapping at him like little chihuahuas and fucking lost my mind actually, needed to take a second to regain my sanity (in a good way)

Do u think Hashirama yells at Tobirama when he comes back home for publically kidnapping some mystery uchiha (plus others who were not very recognizable and thus do not matter as much) in front of the uchiha clan. Does Tobirama come back home? Does he just decide to become a cave hermit somewhere in the woods with his hashtag found family who may or may not fully want to be there? (they must, to some degree, want to be there-- if only because Tobirama Senju might be talented but he is also 18 at the time and nowhere near the height of his power. And Team Ro is many things, but unskilled is NOT one of them)

I forgot Tobirama knew ab the time travel for a sec and pictured him looking at Sasuke, this little clone of Izuna, and going "Hmm. You look exactly like my rival does and no doubt belong to the Uchiha main house."

"Does this mean you'll give us to the uch--"

"No."

(Finders keepers !!)

"Madara, the most uchiha uchiha in who knows how long before itachi and sasuke came along to give him a run for his money" is so fucking funny actually, I am internalizing that line and will probably suddenly think about it later at work and giggle to myself, I can already tell

If Izuna and Hashirama are both being little bitch boys in this I do need to advocate that they should totally get to kiss and be little bitch boys ✨ together ✨(the hashiizu agenda never dies) (let them begrudgingly get a drink together--though its Izuna who does most of the begrudging--get drunk while whining about their brothers, and then share a very ill advised kiss or two that Izuna will now deny ever happened till the day he dies)

I still think Tenzo should get to bond with Hashirama bc I love them getting to interact, but Im hearing your 'bad brother Hashirama' vibes for this spin off and nodding respectfully, so like. Maybe Hashirama can be sad about Tobirama monopolizing Tenzo, literally THE only other Mokuton user in the world's time, and be mad ab that too? I dont usually write explicitly bad brother Hashirama so I'm not too good at proposing how that could go tbh but I love the soap opera / dogblood drama vibes, it's so fun

I do think that some of team Ro could be useful at the peace talk / village planning meetings if they spoke up !!

Itachi may be young but is clan heir, and no doubt knows most of the modern day clan laws that Konoha would one day put in place, so he can suggest those knowing that it's what they'd eventually land on anyways.

Meanwhile Kakashi is the student of a Hokage, who watched over the shoulder of two different Hokage's, from ages 13 to present, so he absolutely knows a thing or ten about politics and running a village (at least from an outsiders perspective) Which. Actually technically makes him the most eligible / knowledgeable person like. In all of the peace talks when it comes to running a village which is fascinating. I'm jotting that one down to reference later in my original team ro time travel fic actually, there's a lot that can be done with that

ALSO !! If this is the 'team ro time travels to warring states era' au but like, with the team ro that defected from Konoha, they totally have Opinions(tm) about Konoha, which is so fun. I feel like Shisui has the sort of personality where he might actually be vocal about things when it comes to founding Konoha.

The way that the team stood whenthey left the village, Shisui and Itachi were both still majority village loyalists (though their loyalty had been deeply shaken)

Tenzo was high key "whatever my teamamtes say I will follow" but still has Konoha's roots buried deep into his heart.

Kakashi was the most complex-- the only one who it could truly be said was against the village, and for that I think he's interesting to play with and has motivation to get inolved in village making-- or the opposite; Want nothing to do with it.

IM YELLING ACTUALLY AT TEAM RO GENRE CHANGE THTS SO FUNNY

It was actually never time travel, it was straight up dimension travel. They fr went from a grimdark angst fic to a silly fluffy cracky fuckin, blessed eyes au where Tobirama is actually secretly a Good Boi(tm) and his indescribable riz and way with children make Madara forget about the whole mutual genocide thing

(Plot twist: Izuna and Hashirama arent actually bad brothers, they're just not aware of the genre they're in and reacting accordingly to their brothers doing a sudden 180 and ending the war with the ✨power of love ✨ and also adopting several teenagers (some of which are literally their age) who appeared out of nowhere, have no credentials, two of which are technically CONFIRMED BLOODLINE THEIVES (Kakashi willing and Tenzo unwilling, lab grown mokuton stolen from Hashirama's dna is STILL BLOODLINE THEFT, thanks Orochimaru) and are losing their GODDAMN MINDS over the turn of events)

Anyways this whole thing was a riot, I loved it and u are a master at silly fluff and comedy, I had a lot of fun reading what you sent me !!!

Ik u were aiming for silly fun so I hope my additions didnt take anything too seriously, I am in my shinobi politics 'writing everything as being played straight' era, so tried my best to stick with silly fluffy fun time comments instead of tripping and falling into the political implications of, like, a disillusioned with Konoha nukenin Kakashi, at the age where he was near his most depressed and apathetic, who is also technically the most qualified person in Fire to discuss making a village, being let in on village planning with implicit backing from both the Uchiha head and Senju heir. Or how itachi in the original (non nukenin) au was down to kill Madara, but the him in this au now has even more motivation to do it. N other fun implications like that

BUT LIKE I LOVE THE FLUFF I LOVE THE SILLY

politics free zone !!! we are not making eyecontact with the drama bc this is team Ro's vacation, actually

anyways THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME SUCH A WONDERFUL AND DETAILED ASK !!! UR BRAIN IS SO BIG FOR IT, I HAD SO MUCH FUN READING IT AND THINKING ABOUT IT AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO AND I JUST HOPE I REPLIED WELL ENOUGH SDKFJHDSFJKDSHFJSDk

umm and then they all lived happily ever after, the end

[sequinsmile-x]

You're a Mean One

Snapshots of three Christmases that Aaron and Emily spent together as she helps him learn to love the season.

-x-

Hi besties,

I think we all know there will be a number of Christmas fics from me over the next couple of weeks and I make no apologies for it. I am not feeling festive at all so I am hoping writing these fics will change that haha. I also will make sure I write non-Christmas fics as I go haha

Anyway, I wanted to write some sad Aaron because it's been a little while, and this is what came out.

As always, let me know what you think <3

-x-

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He’d never been a fan of the holidays. 

When he was growing up they’d only highlight how dysfunctional his home life was, his classmate's excitement about two weeks off school and scores of gifts at complete odds with how he felt. He loved school because of the escape it gave him, the structure, and whilst summer always took that from him for longer than Christmas did, he’d never hated it quite as much. He’d return to school in January and hear his friends excitedly discuss their new bikes or games. He’d join in and pretend that anything he had been given hadn’t been tarnished by his father’s actions and his mother’s determination to ignore them. 

Haley, on the other hand, loved Christmas. Her whole family did, and as soon as they were married he started celebrating with them instead of his family. Guilt for what felt like abandoning his brother and his mom would colour everything, even though his dad was long dead. It would seep into the taste of the eggnog he’d be passed endless mugs of, and dull the Christmas lights Haley’s dad had carefully wrapped around the tree, but he’d do his best to push past it. He’d remind himself he was building his own family now, that he was doing his best to start from scratch and build a solid foundation to ensure any future children they had would not have to grow up like he did. 

As with so many things in his life, it hadn’t worked out as he’d hoped. Any vague enjoyment he’d found in Christmas started to fade along with the life in his marriage. It disappeared entirely when Haley died. A part of him that she’d curated buried along with her. He did his best for Jack. Would paint a smile on his face and drag a tree slightly too tall for their apartment in through the front door. He’d buy gifts, decorate their home and do whatever he could so Jack would enjoy himself, but he couldn’t get past the block that he’d build brick by brick. A form of self protection that blurred the line with self sabotage as he told himself that maybe, he just wasn’t supposed to enjoy the happiest time of the year. 

Then he fell in love with Emily. 

Her love of the holidays, which outmatched even Haley’s, was something he’d known about long before that warm summer day when he’d finally found the courage to ask her out. He hadn’t thought about how she would bake everyone Christmas cookies and have a tiny tree on her desk when she smiled at him, her eyes shining brighter than the setting sun when she leaned in to kiss him. A breathless finally against his lips when she eventually pulled back. Even if he had thought about it 6 months ago it wouldn’t have made a difference. He loved her more than he’d ever thought possible, the way he felt about her the stuff of the romance books she liked to pretend she didn’t enjoy, and there was nothing that would have stopped him from moving forward with her. 

Her love for Christmas only seems to make Jack even more excited about it. She comes with them to buy a tree, but only after checking with him several times if it is okay, and he takes a step back and watches as Emily walks from tree to tree with his son on her hip. Matching looks of wonder on their faces as they debated the pros and cons of each one until they finally made a decision. He’d done what he’d done for years. He smiled and enjoyed his son’s enjoyment, and now his girlfriend’s, but he couldn’t get into the spirit of it himself. He knows Emily has noticed. He would wave off her concerns, would smile and then kiss her and say he was fine even though they both knew he was lying, his underlying frustration and sadness something he was used to hiding. It felt like so much a part of him now he didn’t know who he was without it, a pit low and heavy in his stomach that felt like the punishment he deserved for robbing Haley of every Christmas he got to experience that she didn’t. 

It comes to a head when they are discussing their Christmas plans with the team. She was spending the day with him and Jack, something else she’d also checked was fine multiple times before she’d yes, and when they told the team that they had the expected reactions. A squeal of joy from Penelope, a curt nod from Spencer, and a knowing smile from Dave and JJ. He’d even expected Derek’s reaction, a well-meaning joke that had added to the weight in his gut.

“Santa’s head elf and The Grinch spending Christmas together? I’d love to be a fly on the wall on the big day.” 

Aaron doesn’t get the chance to react because Emily does first. She narrows her eyes as she throws her pen at Derek, hitting him square in the chest, as she protests both of the titles he’d given them. Defending her love of Christmas and Aaron’s grumpiness with a vague threat and a raised eyebrow.

“I slipped a little brandy in your eggnog.” 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, and he smiles as he looks up at her, taking the drink she hands him before she sits next to him. She presses her shoulder against his as he arranges the blanket over his lap over hers, and she links one of her arms through his, her other hand tight around her own cup of spiked eggnog. He takes a sip of his and lets out a breath at the burn of it as he swallows, chuckling as he turns his head to kiss her temple, “By a little brandy…did you mean the whole bottle?” 

She laughs and turns to look at him, the warm lights from the nearby tree never as beautiful as when he saw them reflected in her eyes, “I thought I’d loosen you up a little,” she says, winking before she leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth, “Make sure I can have my way with you later.” 

“We both know I never need any encouragement for that,” he says, kissing her firmly, tasting the eggnog she’d clearly snuck a sip of in the kitchen on her lips, “You don’t need to spike my drink for that.”

“Good to know,” she hums and rests her cheek against his shoulder as she continues to look up at him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she studies him, her eyes flicking over every fine line and the first shadow of his beard, “Are you okay, honey?” 

He suppresses a sigh, capturing it behind his lips as he presses them together, and he tightens his grip on her thigh, “Em-”

“And please don’t tell me you’re fine,” she says, sitting up a little straighter, something close to desperation shining in her eyes as she shakes her head at him, “Because you clearly aren’t, and I don’t know why you won’t just tell me.” 

He wants to tell her but can’t. He doesn’t want to put this burden on her, to do anything that might ruin her enjoyment of what she’d told him was her favourite time of year. 

“Em-”

“Is it because of what Derek said? I’ll kill him,” she grumbles, shaking her head as she carries on talking, seemingly unaware she’d cut him off, “I know this time of year must be hard for you anyway because of Haley, but-”

Later, he’d know that it was the mention of his ex-wife that tipped him over the edge, that it was the final straw after years of repressing how he felt, but at the moment he’s talking, yelling, before he can stop himself. 

“Emily, will you leave it alone,” he grits out, raising his voice without meaning to, “I’m fine.” 

The shocked look on her face, the hurt that flashes in her eyes, fades as she chuckles dryly, “Clearly,” she says, looking down at her cup of eggnog before she separates herself from him entirely. She stands up and puts her cup down, her arms tight over her chest as she clears her throat, “I should go home.” 

Any misplaced anger he’d felt disappears the moment she’s by the front door, draining out of him as he slumps forward, his head in his hands as he listens to her zip up her jacket and pulls on her shoes.

“Sweetheart, wait-” he says, standing up and walking over, his hands in his pockets as she looks at him and cuts him off. 

“Aaron, it’s fine. You clearly don’t want to talk about it,” she smiles tightly, “I’ll go home, and you can call me tomorrow, okay?” 

He watches as she turns to leave and he swallows thickly as he reaches deep down inside of himself to find the bravery he’d felt on the day he first asked her out. 

“Please don’t leave,” he says, and she tightens her grip on the door handle as she turns to look at him, an expectant look on her face as she waits for him to continue, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted. I…I’m sorry.” 

She nods, finally letting go of the door handle as she crosses her arms over her chest again, “No, you shouldn’t have,” she says, her tongue sticking out to wet her lower lip as she steps closer to him, “But I forgive you. The holidays are hard sometimes.” 

He chuckles and nods, scratching at the back of his head as looks at the ground and admits something that makes him feel exposed, even though she’d seen him naked countless times, “I don’t remember a time they weren’t hard.” 

When he looks back up she’s standing just much closer, her jacket back on the hook next to his, with an understanding smile on her face, “Why don’t we go sit down and you tell me everything?” 

He nods and reaches out to squeeze her waist, another apology pressed against her as he holds her steady as she slips her boots back off. When they sit back down, once again wrapped around each other, his arm hugged against her chest and his head resting against the top of hers, he tells her. He tells her about his childhood, about how Christmas never meant for him what it did for other kids, how Haley had been the only one to ever make him enjoy the season and that she’d taken that enjoyment with her when she died. 

She listens intently, one of his hands sandwiched between both of his, her touch gentle and soothing as she runs her thumb back and forth over the heel of his hand. She only responds when she’s finished, tilting her head so she is looking up at him. 

“Did I ever tell you why I like Christmas so much?” She asks, and he shakes his head, “Christmas was always a spectacle when I was growing up. All of it was for show and none of it was for me,” she smiles sadly as she thinks about it and he squeezes her hand, “I decided then that when I grew up I’d make Christmas everything I always wished it had been,” she looks around his apartment. Looks at the tree and the gifts they’d already wrapped and the ornaments on every possible surface, and she scrunches her nose up, “I promise to tone it down next year.” 

He shakes his head, his heart growing in his chest at the casual mention of next year, as he cups her cheek, “No that’s not-”

“I never want to make you feel uncomfortable, honey,” she says, turning her head to kiss his palm, “We’re building a life together. That’s all about give and take,” she smiles, “But you have to tell me these things, okay? You know I’ll never judge you for it.  But I can’t help if I don’t know.” 

He nods and leans in to kiss her, making sure to rest his forehead against hers when he pulls away. “Okay, sweetheart.” 

___

He makes sure he quietly pulls Jack’s door closed behind him, although he’s sure after the excitement from the day he could slam it shut and the little boy wouldn’t wake up. 

It was their first Christmas in their new house. They’d signed the deeds just two months ago, Emily’s hand tight in his when they looked around it again once it was theirs, her excitement palpable as they walked from room to room, her smile close to shy as they stepped into the room the realtor had said would be perfect for a nursery. It was home now. Pictures of the three of them, the team and Haley scattered around the house, memories printed and framed that were ready to be joined by new ones. 

He smiles as he walks downstairs, following the sound of his fiancee’s humming in the living room. She had toned down the decorations as she’d promised the year before, but they had a bigger tree this year because they had more room so it was hard to tell if you didn’t look for it. She’d made a point of keeping it all in one room. She stopped short of wrapping a garland around the handrail on the stairs, her smile shy as she laid it over the mantle in the living room instead, making sure Christmas didn’t spill out from the living room. 

When he walks into the living room he finds her kneeling on the floor near the tree, carefully arranging all of the gifts they’d kept hidden until Jack went to bed. 

“He’s fast asleep,” Aaron says as he joins her, raising an eyebrow at her at the smile she throws him when his knees click, “I think the excitement wore him out,” he says, taking a gift as she passes it to him to lay it under the tree, “He should sleep through until the morning.” 

She hums, “Well if last year is anything to go by he’ll wake us up insanely early.” 

He chuckles, “We both know you were up before him last year sweetheart.” 

She sticks her tongue out at him but leans in to kiss him, her hand on his cheek as she holds him in place, drunk on him and her favourite time of year, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he says, stamping his lips against hers before they carry on arranging the gifts, “I don’t remember buying this much.” 

“Me neither,” she says, scrunching her nose up as she turns to look at him, “We’ll have to be more careful next year if we have a baby by then,” she adds, her smile turning shy, “Otherwise it will take all day to open them all.” 

They’d started trying shortly after he proposed to her, both of them more than aware they wanted a baby desperately and that time wasn’t necessarily on their side. The thought of it never failed to warm him from the inside out, the idea of her pregnant with their child, of watching her snuggle with a baby that was half him and half her, was enough to make him forget every awful thing that had ever happened to him. Each one of them something that he’d survived to make it here with her. 

“The first year, babies are more interested in the boxes and paper anyway,” he says, winking at her when she places her hand on his arm, her hope about what their future could hold as infectious as his, “Jack was only two months old his first Christmas, but even by his second one he was just fascinated by the wrapping paper,” he smiles at the memory of it, of the last Christmas he’d had with Haley before their marriage fell apart, “We ended up making a game of it. We’d toss a balled up bit of paper and he’d chase it.” 

She laughs, loud and booming and gorgeous, and she raises an eyebrow at him, “So what you’re telling me is we’ll play…fetch with our kid at Christmas?” 

“Not just Christmas,” he says, leaning in to kiss her again as he places the last gift in place, “Birthdays too.” He stands up, groaning at the ache in his knees, and then he offers her a hand to help her up. She leans against him, her arms hooking around the back of his neck as she kisses him, her moan stamped against his lips as he pulls her closer, his palm wide and warm on her lower back. 

“I’m looking forward to it,” she mutters, barely pulling back to speak before she kisses him again, her excitement and hope for their future sweet and addictive on her tongue. 

“Me too,” he replies, kissing her once more before he pulls her in for a hug, his cheek resting on top of her head as she sinks against him, her cheek against his chest so she can look at the tree next to them. 

“Are you doing okay?” She asks, pulling back to look at him whilst she tilts her head at him, “I know this isn’t easy for you.”

He smiles gratefully at her and he nods, “I’m okay. I promise. Watching you and Jack enjoy yourselves this time of year is enough for me.” 

She smiles sadly and she scratches at the back of his head, her fingers trailing through his soft short hair, “I know, but I wish I could make sure that you enjoyed it too,” she says, “And not just for us - but for you.” 

The truth was, she had started to help him find joy in it all again. He no longer felt like a spectator all the time, no longer felt like he was behind a glass wall whilst everyone else enjoyed themselves. It was still hard, but it felt manageable with her by her side. 

Everything felt manageable when she was with him. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make me enjoy Christmas,” he says, a hint of challenge to his voice that makes her smile, “If anyone could, it’s you.” 

She smiles and kisses him, “You’re right,” she says, winking at him as she finally pulls away, her hand tangling with his as she leads him over towards the couch, “I’ll find a way.” 

___

He wakes up to the sound of crying. 

He sits up immediately, unsure when he’d fallen asleep at all, and he almost stumbles when he tries to stand, his limbs more uncoordinated than usual. He looks up when he hears his wife chuckling, her tired eyes meeting his as he walks over to the bed, drawn in by her. 

By them. 

“Daddy’s tired, Sophie,” she says, lifting the newborn from the bassinet next to the bed, soothing the little girl as she settles her into his arms, “You’d think he was the one who gave birth today.” 

He smiles apologetically as he sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on his girls together, “Sorry.”

She winks at him, “I’m joking honey,” she says, gently rocking Sophie as she tries to stop her from crying, “You’ve been up just as long as I have. I think she needs feeding.”  

He hums as he leans in to kiss her cheek, before he helps her undo her gown, “You're the one who had her, sweetheart. I just held your hand and brought you ice chips.” 

“You did a lot more than that and you know it,” she says, raising an eyebrow at him, her nose scrunching up as Sophie latches on, the sensation still new and strange to her “Besides, it’s never easy watching someone you love in pain.” 

She was right about that. By the time Sophie was born, it was close to 24 hours after Emily’s contractions had started. She’d taken in her stride, had refused most of the meds the doctors had offered her and walked around her hospital room as long as she could. He’d been there every step of the way, had been there to lean on - quite literally at times - as her body was pushed to its limit. Every contraction, every tear she’d shed, every time she’d insisted she couldn’t do it, disappeared the moment she was handed Sophie. He’d placed his hand over her shaking one on their daughter's back as he told her how much he loved her, how much he loved them both. 

“She’s worth it though,” he says, smiling as the newborn's eyes start to drift close, even though she is still eating.

“So worth it,” Emily replies as she lifts Sophie when she unlatches, smiling at her husband, “Want to burp her?” 

“Of course,” he says as he takes the baby and rests her against his chest. He stands up to pace with her as he pats her back, something he does without thinking - a ghost of a memory from when Jack had been this small. 

“Was Jack okay when you said bye to him?” Emily says, on the same wavelength with him as always as she reties the front of her gown, “I know this probably wasn’t the best way to spend Christmas Day.” 

Jack had spent most of his day with Jessica and Roy, eagerly waiting for news that he could go and meet his new little sister. By the time Sophie was born and they were settled, there were only a few hours of Christmas Day left. Even though Emily was exhausted, and even though Aaron suggested that Jack came to visit the following day, she’d insisted that he came - desperate to see their eldest on Christmas Day even if it was just for an hour or so. Watching the three of them together, Emily’s arm around Jack as she helped him hold Sophie, Aaron couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so happy, let alone the last time he’d been so happy on Christmas Day. 

“Are you kidding?” Aaron asks, raising his eyebrow at his wife as he looks at her, “He told me she’s the best Christmas present he’s ever had,” he smiles, “So I told him we’ll return that bike we bought him.”

She laughs and shakes her head at him, “No you didn’t.” 

“No,” he replies, smiling when Sophie burps, “I didn’t.” 

Emily holds her hands out to take the baby back from him, and he passes Sophie back as he sits on the edge of the bed again, “I’ve to say, when the doctor said December 25th was my due date, I didn’t actually think I’d have her today. Everyone kept telling me I’d go overdue because she’s my first.” 

It was something that he knew had driven her crazy the further into her pregnancy she got. The thought of being pregnant a moment longer than she needed to be, of being so uncomfortable a moment longer than she needed to be, enough to make tears shine in her eyes. She was insistent she wasn’t going to go overdue until the moment she went into labour on the evening of Christmas Eve, when the reality of their baby girl's due date seemed to finally hit her. They’d taken Jack to Jessica’s on the way to the hospital with some of his gifts packed into a bag and promised him they’d open the rest when they were home from the hospital with the baby. Aaron had imagined some kind of pushback, the boy's love for Christmas well established, but he’d agreed without argument - his eyes bright and full of excitement as he said he was going to share his toys with his sister.

“What was it Reid said?” He asks, shifting so his arm is around her so she can lean against him, “Only 5% of babies are born on their due date.” 

She hums and traces her fingers over Sophie’s cheek, “Hear that, Soph? You’re already special.” 

“Of course she is,” Aaron says, kissing Emily’s temple, “She’s our little girl,” he rests his chin on Emily’s shoulder so he can look down at Sophie, unable to stop himself from staring at her, desperate to learn everything there was to learn about her, “You really were serious about your aim of getting me to enjoy Christmas more.” 

She laughs and turns to look at him, her lips catching his temple before he tilts his head up to kiss her properly, “Yeah, well. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do,” she says, as if she could have ever actually planned this, “It’s not just Christmas anymore though,” she says, kissing him again before she turns to look back at Sophie, her temple against his, “It’s her birthday too.” 

“Yeah,” he smiles as love and warmth and joy flood his chest in a way it hadn’t in years, “It is.” 

[npookie0]

mc x actual devil ronin?

The Saint Becomes the Sinner.

Satan, Devil, the creator of all that's filthy and sinister.

Those were only few of Ronin's many titles given by humans. He found it funny, how they all acted so scared of him, praying to God for protection and still sin, turn to desires, wealth. Oh how pathetic the little humans were to him.

He even decided to mix between them, played a serial killer, got rid of abusers who deserved the greatest punishments. He found their fear and cries for mercy so amusing.

One day, when he was coming back from his work, he spotted an interesting sight. A human. A human with the soul as pure as white, as clean as an angel. It felt so interesting to him. Humans other than children with pure souls were a rarity, and he wanted to destroy every soul like that.

Corrupt it with filth and dirt, make it so utterly disgusting that the saints would cry about their lose while he would dance devilishly and laugh in their faces.

He was following the soul's owner around for a while, watching them very closely. They were a poet of sorts, pouring their feelings into poetry, or into prayer. Ronin found it pathetic. The gods won't answer either way, they never do. He saw it all, people begging gods to save their children, help them, protect them. Yet, their prayers stayed unanswered, ignored, tossed aside.

It took Ronin weeks to learn the human's patterns. Their routine wasn't too complicated, their life was rather boring. Maybe that's why they managed to stay so pure? Oh, then breaking that pureness will be even more enjoyable. Seeing how he can shape this mundane human into something absolutely destroyed will be an experience worth the wait.

Since his day to day job as a human was a mechanic. he decided to maybe sabotage the human's car so they could get a more or less natural way of meeting for the first time.

"Good afternoon sir, I'm so sorry to bother you, but the battery in my car died."

There they were. The star of the devil's little puppet show. All innocent and polite. He had to stop himself from grinning or he would ruin his chances with this human.

He turned to look at them, wiping the motor oil from his hand into a cloth. He approached them, slow and calculated steps.

"This thing is yours?"

He looked at the car. Acting like it's the first time he sees it.

"Yeah, I got it from my dad, he will kill me if I break it."

They chuckled, he answered with a small smile, oh yeah the human jokes. He never understood their jesting over the eternal demise. Maybe they feared it so much that they wanted to laugh at it? He will never know.

"I'm sure I can make this baby live again."

He used his more flirtatious tone, he had to amour them in some way after all. And as the snake sly games wre his speciality.

The human bought into his little game. Smiling a little as they looked away sheepishly.

"I sure hope that you do, who know maybe I'd like a coffee with my hero?"

Here it was. Humans are so easy. One provocative gaze, the right words, tone, body language and they are all wrapped around his finger. He didn't even try too hard to make the move, maybe it were the days of watching, or how well he knew the human nature by now.

Time flew by. Ronin spent quite some time with the pure hearted individual. Feeding their mind with filth when they were too focused on his facade.

Watching as their soul was getting tainted with more darkness, with this chaos. Oh, what a beautiful sight for sore eyes it was. A true spectacle.

Every time the human and him indulged in more dangerous, or intimate activities, he could feel their soul giving in to his darkness. Living in it, loving all of it. He felt this strange attraction for this human.

Maybe it was how they looked? Or maybe how the effects of Ronin's hard work was showing in their behaviour? The looks full of desire, the fire burning deep in them. They were almost as devilish as him.

Their passion felt hot, heated even. The sin they were committing was almost beautiful. After all, loving the sin itself was the worst thing any being could do.

Ronin couldn't even begin to count how many angels lost their lives for loving him, and he? He felt satisfaction. Destroying the holy laws was his favourite game, watching the world burn was his dream.

And perhaps, this new little lover of his might've joined that dream. Side by side, watching the world fall. An alluring vision indeed.

Maybe the Devil got a little too into that game of his.

[multishipper001]

I don't see much discourse about Study Group, although it's an absolute masterpiece, so let's put some content out here!

1.) The characters

Oh my babies. Hats off to the author, because he really can make a diverse set of people! Each character has a fleshed out backstory, defined goals and ideals (that are shown to clash with others, be it enemies or allies).

They're all very-human like in some way, with just enough cliché to make it enjoyable but not predictable.

(spoiler for chapter 252-253: I didn't know what choices Gamin and especially Geonyeob would make until the very last moment. Geonyeob had two choices ahead of him, and it heavily determined his future and showed a glimpse of what kind of person he is, how far he's willing to go for revenge... It surprised me, but boy was it an interesting chapter!)

You can't help but root for each and every one of them, prepare to get emotionally attached to them all!!

2.) The plot

This part deserves its own category.

The synopsis tells the base of the story. A high school boy that forms a study group, with the goal to enter university.

Easy, right? Simple goal, one that can be achieved if you study hard, right?

THINK AGAIN

First of all, and this is not a spoiler, our mc SUCKS ASS at studying. Like I'm not the best at studying either but he's on a whole new level. He puts time into it, is dedicated, tries his hardest... And still can't.

(I read theories that he may have a disability that affects his studying, like dyslexia or something, and it's very much possible!)

He's in an environment where people don't expect him to study since he's bad anyway, and actively try and sabotage his every attempt to get better grades & enter uni.

(Sounds cliche and weird but it makes sense if you learn about the plot later)

Every new character comes into the plot because of the study group he forms —directly or not directly, but they get in contact with the study group in a way later on.

And you know what's good about it?

The main character DOESN'T CHANGE.

He's not going "I'm powerful and cool now, so I'll choose the easy way out/focus on fighting instead/aim lower/etc," NO.

He's had a goal since day 1, and he's clinging to it like a fucking LIFE LINE.

There are arcs ofc, but the main goal is set, and the characters are slowly marching forward, doing their best to reach it.

3.) Realism

One more great thing? NO CLICHÉS

I'm taking about the story here.

There's NO "the power of friendship saves the day", no "the evil villain gets defeated simply because he's the evil villain", no "mc gets what he wants easily because he's the main character".

(and no "every girl falls for mc and he builds a harem around himself bc he's the mc". There's barely any romance in it, and it's not forced or unrealistic)

There are forces in front of the main character which affect his story, yet he cannot fight them because he's still a child, or a student, or a part of a system that is made to oppress him. Corruption, manipulation, crimes... It's realistic in the best way, with no easy way out.

There are highs and lows for our characters, and for a few moments, after a cool fight where they won, you might fall into the mistake of thinking about this story like any other : "oh, they're going to win after all! They're the main characters, they'll make it! "

... Just for the issues of the plot to slap the naive thought out of your head not even a chapter later.

Corruption is rooted deep, and this story portrays it beautifully : how getting rid of one, two or several causes won't make it all disappear.

To what extent people can be controlled by money and power.

How the powerful uses the weak, how the wealthy use those below them for their own benefit.

How adults would rather destroy children's futures and lives just to squeeze a few penny out of them and get rich from their misery.

The main character is idealistic in a corrupted world, refusing to give up on what he thinks is right —where most people around him choose the easy way out and give up their beliefs, their present and future for quick cash, for promises of wealth and power.

He is their mirror, their proof that you can stay true to yourself and fight through your misery, even if it's hard, even if it seems absolutely hopeless.

There are many arcs, and each show different approaches to this, but this is the core essence of the story. That you can choose the easy road, but you don't have to. You can fight for your goals even if everyone says you'll fail.

And so many people can't see past the fight scenes and the "action manhwa" tag, thinking that if the story doesn't show them some peak badass mc-gets-what-he-wants-through-fighting moment, the whole thing is trash.

Yes, this is an action manhwa, with fights. But it isn't about fighting.

And lastly, honorable mentions to this gem:

4.) Portrayal of stereotypes

Best parts coming up!!

As usual, every story has stereotypes portrayed in them.

How men are stronger than women, how gangsters act or rich kids behave. How bullies and nerds interact.

They don't gloss over these stereotypes.

Women are physically smaller and weaker. Rich kids are assholes, bullies are cruel and victims are weak.

They don't make them magically gain courage, change their behaviour overnight OR make these things seem cool.

They make changes.

Step by step, they are influenced by each other (not just the mc, but other characters as well: they exist even when the mc isn't present). They're weak, and powerless, but they learn to be brave. They find a way to fight : maybe they don't become martial artists overnight, but each one of them develops their own method to survive in their fucked up life.

If they need to study better, they ask their friends and teacher for help. If they need to fight, they do so for the sake of protecting themselves and what is important to them : family, friends, a cause.

None of them are made as a gear to move the plot forward, they're their own characters. And they have clichés. They have stereotypical behaviours, and maybe even look stereotypical. But even so, they're not making it their only personality trait : they're complex, and flawed, and make mistakes.

And it's beautiful.

Oh god I love this story dearly.

[thoughtfulchaos773]

Syd, Carmy, + Anhedonia

(and some back of the house season 4 news below)

Anhedonia- the inability to experience pleasure from activities usually found enjoyable.

What's frustrating and relatable about Carmy is his experience with anhedonia. He knows he should have pleasurable experiences, and he has an inkling of what it could be, but his self-sabotaging and his regression block any sense of joy.

One of the signs of character development is when Carmy experiences longer bouts of pleasure. A smile that lasts, a laugh that comes straight from the gut. That joy channel needs to open up! What's funny is even though he doesn't know what he's feeling most of the time, he knows he does not like striving for outside achievements like Michelin stars, and the show hints that the only time he enjoys it is working with Sydney. It's listening to her stories and jokes, that shows the viewers his contentment and open expressions. Hopefully, in season 3, Carmy will learn how joy is within. The question I ask through watching Carmy's struggles is whether anhedonia is from nature or nurture? Perhaps both.

Carmy told us he'd let Richie know what's fun and enjoyable for him, so we had better get that answer. Because there are some hints on what or who could help him find happiness from within.

Another hope I have for season 3 is seeing Sydney and why she experiences anhedonia. Season 2 Episode 2 hints that Sydney may experience the same thing. Season 2, Episode 10 answers that question when she only has a few seconds of the joyful moment of getting her father's approval and utter dread for the future. Hopefully, they will give us answers about Sydney's pursuit of achievements over pleasure.

Give us season 3!! I'm ready!

BTW, some BTS news:

They'll finish filming season 4 around June 15th. It's all i know for sure. So I'm guessing they're editing season 3 now.

[fairytail-whathesays]

may i ask for some platonic lucy and juvia? or romantic whatever fits your fancy!

you know i'm gonna make it lesbian if i have the chance!

One of Lucy and Juvia's bonding activities is tutoring Lucy on how to cook. Lucy was surviving well enough to get by without help, but she doesn't have a chef's eye. Early on, when Juvia is still obsessed with Gray, she tries sabotaging a lot of Lucy's efforts...but Lucy turns out to be really intuitive and survives a lot of the lessons by getting resourceful.

This creative spark does not help her when learning to bake, however. Everything is very precise and Juvia doesn't have nearly as much success passing on her knowledge, so Lucy eventually has to pick up strict recipe reflexes from Levy instead.

Juvia's secret punk goth side clashes a lot with Lucy's pop princess enjoyer qualities. However, Lucy tends to appreciate it more when she looks at the state of pop music and all the chart obsession--thank heavens that aspect of the music industry didn't connect with Juvia's competitive streak. Juvia is surprisingly knowledgeable about music, genres, and subcultures, and is happy to talk to Lucy about them for hours.

Lucy is subject to the same embarrassing habit of Juvia's to make clothing for people she loves, that she knits herself. The difference between Lucy and Gray is that Lucy will actually wear them, because a) a girl gets cold sometimes and b) Juvia's actually really good at knitting and sometimes the stuff she makes is cute af.

Juvia tries not to over-idealize people anymore after getting over Gray. However, she does associate Lucy with stars and this ends up with a lot of affectionate nicknaming from her. Sun and star nicknames are particularly common.

Juvia and Lucy have performed Unison Raids before, to wildly different effects. Leo's version ended up hitting a bunch of baddies with rain that turned to falling stars, which was spectacular, but he took a long time to leave afterward due to being annoying about two pretty women summoning him.

Lucy is delighted by some of the sea facts Juvia knows and will actually take any opportunity she can to go to the aquarium with her, especially if there's moon jellies or stingrays she can pet.

Two girls go to the beach and you'd think the men there had never seen a woman before. It gets downright obnoxious, and if it gets bad enough, neither of them has qualms using their magic to force a clear zone. This beach is now the property of the aquatic lesbian community.

The two of them have a thing for lilies. Lucy gets Juvia a bouquet of water lilies for her birthday, and Juvia responds by getting a bouquet of stargazer lilies for Lucy's. Not only do their houses smell great, Happy very quickly learns not to damage them.

In fact, the two of them are pretty much nature lovers. They're very harmonious with plant and animal life, and between them and Lisanna, the zoological and botanical programs of Fiore are never without guests.

[deadzonedenizen]

Gibby's Reference Sheet and Description:

Everyone knows who the Monkey King is, but what about the three other celestial primates? The Six-Eared Macaque is rumored to lurk the shadows, while even less is known about the Horse Mandrill.

But once you hear little bells ring, that's how you know Gibby is near.

Gibby, or the Long-Armed Gibbon, was once a captive of the calabash, and was freed by Guanyin on the condition of guiding Bell through a mission involving the other passengers. She would then be tethered to the water hero, effectively making her visible only to him.

Gibby can be described as someone who is childlike, which is effectively what Gibby is despite being older than Red Son. Like a child, she can be easily bored and impatient if not given anything fun to do, and values pinkie swears like a blood oath.

She used to be a lot more unpredictable, but simmered down after the incident that led to her imprisonment. Despite this, she still tries to brighten up people's day, even if it meant getting Bell to it in her place.

Due to being tethered to Bell, she temporarily doesn't have access to most of her powers. The only powers she can currently use is astral projection, and her 'gut feelings'. Or better known as her ability to distinguish the auspicious from inauspicious. But she thinks that's a really weird way to say gut feelings.

Out of all four celestial primates, Gibby has the most whimsical abilities. She can breathe out stardust that can send people to sleep. The stardust can also form clones, not too different from Wukong's hair or Macaque's shadows. Her other abilities aren't that well documented, so they are currently unknown.

Gibby is an easily excitable person, especially when it comes to meeting and befriending new people. That extends to animals as well, assigning names to every little critter she meets. She likes learning new things as well, and tell about it to as many people as possible with the excitement of learning something new.

Despite her childlike nature, Gibby has her own secrets hidden away from view. There are many events about her past that she'd rather keep unspoken, something she and Bell have in common.

What is known is that she has known Wukong for a long time now, harboring some resentment over an event she refused to elaborate on. Even with that in mind, she decided to give Wukong a second chance, slowly repairing their sibling-like relationship. She isn't as familiar with Macaque, only finding out about him after being tethered, and her knowledge on the Horse Mandrill is completely null.

Another known fact about her past was that she was once a jester-like figure in the Celestial Realm, being an enjoyable person to be around for most celestials. She doesn't see the Celestial Realm as the joyful place she once saw it as, though, her view now slightly soured.

The title of the first person to notice that something was wrong belongs to Gibby, her gut feelings predicting the Lady Bone Demon enacting her plans. If Gibby wants to be untethered, then she'll have to give her all to guide Bell through the mission Guanyin gave them. But she won't be able to do that with the bone demon sabotaging it for her own goals of achieving destiny.

Of course, this might be a bit more difficult with Bell being the only one that can see her. Well, that's assuming that she can't be seen through golden vision.

"Catch me if you can!"

[socialjust-ish]

One thing I think is often overlooked when discussing the excellent message of the Good Place is that redemption is possible for everyone, not just the humans.

Michael is a demon, and he starts off as a cunning, manipulative, and sadistic villain (though we only realize that in the finale). But by the end of Season 2 he is a through-and-through good guy. It took hundreds of iterations of the good place to get him there, but her got there.

But for most of the rest of the show, he is largely seen as the exception. The rest of the demons and devils seem innately bad. Michael's fascination with humanity allowed him to learn empathy, and that was the tipping point. But the other demons don't have that curiosity - they don't see people as people, just torture subjects. And it seems like that mindset is just... innate.

But in the finale, we see that's not the case. Yes, the demons still like torturing people and coming up with personal situations that cause harm or stress, but it is ultimately for the people's growth now. But I think the most important change is the round table meeting.

The round tables were held because Shawn disliked the plan, and was so convinced it would be bad for the demons, and less enjoyable, that he wanted to be able to sabotage it. But by the end, the most conservative (in the literal sense that he wanted the status quo of the good place/bad place to never change, not that he was politically conservative), unmoving, uncaring person realizes this system is better for everyone. Is his happiness with the new system born out of self interest? Probably. But when the system changes to allow "bad" people to do good work, they're just as content and satisfied as the "good" or "normal" people.

It's not just systemic change for the benefit of humans, it's systemic change for the benefit of all.

And maybe I just don't read about it in the right places, but I think this little detail is often overlooked. People gush about how the new system lets the people improve, but often miss that it also lets the demons improve.

If you fix the systemic issues, then the bad actors exploiting the old system not only can't do that anymore, they have no need or want to do it.

It's why, I think, Eleanor's line to Michael as he's about to become human that Shawn might try and start a coup isn't ominous: they both know that's a theoretical possibility, but there's no real fear of it happening.

[greencheekconure27]

More Blake's 7 season 4 (spoilers ahead)

* Games

I loved Vila's little interactions with Gambit.Wish they got more time together, or at least a chess game. This could've been the start of a beautiful friendship.

Vila having seen Zen die & him learning about Gambit's self destruct orders...ouch.

Solid trickster figure/conman in this one which I appreciate.

At this point in the season Avon mentioning a "brilliant scientist" already means the scientist is doomed.

* Sand: I knew this is a Tanith Lee episode before I knew this is a Tanith Lee episode 😁(Wish there were more of those.)

One of my favourites so far. Servalan in particular shines. Vern is such a fascinating setting and while the special effects aren't the most convincing here it just contributes to the eeriness. 10/10.

Poor Avon is never going to live down the "dominant male" thing is he 😂. Good.

*Gold: Heist episode.Why not.

I like the idea of the sham pleasure cruise and the heist plan is pretty interesting. Overall pretty enjoyable even if Avon is clinging to the idiot ball like his life depends on it.

Is it just me or does this season get a bit repetitive with the"Main characters want something, they go through hell to get it, and then they don't?" and Avon withholding vital information from his crew? (You know the thing he got mad at Blake for in season 2? I know mistrust is one of his fatal flaws and Anna Grant made it worse but it shows up more often than Cally got possessed.)

*Orbit: Ouch.

When will Avon learn random people contacting him with offers are Always Servalan's traps?

Servalan's interactions with the scientist are priceless.

How DO they tell the king from the queen in those overly stylized futuristic chess sets? I already get annoyed looking at them.

Poor Pinder.Even Avon is uncomfortable with his treatment.

Vila's "I know I'm safer with you ".Oh no.

Avon's face expressions when Orac says "Vila weighs 73 kilos?" Incredible acting 😭

Vila guessing what will happen and already hiding seconds after hearing this? Especially combined with how he's routinely treated as expendable in this show? Heartbreaking. Would he also have hidden if it was, say, Tarrant on that ship? I'd say yes.

Avon finding the solution so quickly after this but having already completely lost Vila's trust and chance of getting his help? Excellent writing.

Warlord: another good one.

I love Zeeona and her anime hair. She and Tarrant are adorable. Wish we'd gotten a bit more of her being a scientist though.

Lol Avon dragging Tarrant away😂

I liked how Soolin is written in this one and her standing up for Zeoona's right to choose. Too bad Zeeona only showed up in episode 12 I would've liked to see more of these two.

Of course it's diabolus-ex-machina Servalan again. This is getting repetitive to be honest. I would've preferred the warlord(s) sabotaging this hugely important alliance and dooming everybody for their own petty selfish reasons without Servalan needing to pull the strings for once.

Oh nooo Zeeona....just as I was getting a tiny bit of hope they'll let you live for once.I shall pretend this never happened 😌

[martian-hermit]

On the topic of The Bear again, the more I learn about Carmy, the more I find myself relating to him in multiple ways. I recognize that isn’t necessarily a good thing, but interesting to talk about regardless.

The most relatable thing about Carmy for me is the fact that he is apprehensive about allowing himself to enjoy things or indulge in anything fun because he’s scared of it being ruined. While it’s super depressing, it’s unfortunately an extremely relatable part of his character. The saying “all good things must come to an end,” once being words of wisdom eventually became a warning to me because of a lot of enjoyable things in my life being tainted or entirely destroyed has caused a sort of subconscious apprehension to joy. Obviously Carmy’s reasons for this and mine are different but the overarching idea is the same, I can’t allow myself to enjoy something because it’ll end horribly anyway. What’s worse is the effect that has on relationships of any kind. Simply withholding the feeling of happiness from yourself really shows to other people, and it’s a guaranteed way to end any relationship (platonic or otherwise) you ever have. It’s happened plenty of times, and it’s self sabotage, but you ultimately continue doing it because you feel safer.

Next major point of relatability I have to Carmy is his extreme awkwardness. He is exceedingly bad at articulating his emotions and even worse at conveying how he feels to people if he allows himself to do so at all. With all that, he usually just stays quiet. This is a part of his personality I unfortunately possess as well. My inability to convey my thoughts or emotions to people effectively leads me to simply avoid doing so entirely, and the way I talk to people often comes off as dismissive because I am absolutely horrible in conversation. The biggest consequence of having a major character flaw like this is that you often internalize everything, from every thought you couldn’t pitch in conversation to all of the things you bottle up despite desperately wanting to connect with people, you’re prone to outbursts. Thankfully mine are nowhere near as drastic as Carmy’s, but they definitely exist. While it could be cathartic in the moment, it’s absolutely devastating to see the effects afterward.

Lastly, it’s not as specific as the others above, but it’s more about the general state of Carmy’s social life and why I feel for him because I’ve got a similar issue. Carmy’s stated in the show that he never had relationships and he just had less and less friends as time went on, which hits extremely close to home for me. While I have had a relationship in the past and that’s not the same between Carmy and me, the having less friends over time is absolutely true. It’s a pretty typical experience to have short lived friend groups throughout school, but you still have friends regardless. Most people graduate and still have friends from high school or college that they keep around, and sometimes make friends through mutual friends or through work. I used to have friends, but over time my group got smaller and smaller until there was no one. As Carmy states at Al-anon, “the more people I cut out, the quieter my life got.” Only difference is I didn’t cut people out, but they cut me out, which is devastating. On top of all that, Carmy ruins his relationship with Claire because of his rambling about how he thinks their relationship was a waste of time. Sometimes I feel the same way about the last person I was genuinely interested in being around, but mostly regretful about ruining it. Ultimately, another really shitty aspect of Carmy’s character that I unfortunately relate to deeply.

I think the relatability of his character is one of the biggest reasons why I really loved the show. And despite Carmy often being a complete ass, I still root for him a lot. Because I don’t wanna see him worse off or to fail because if I can see him succeed, it feels like encouragement, like someone’s telling me “if someone you relate to and are similar to can improve and succeed, so can you.” It’s really powerful stuff, especially when you listen to his monologue. You feel for him, and if you’re unfortunate, you relate to him. And maybe that’s why Carmy is one of the most influential characters in fiction I’ve ever seen. It’s because there’s multiple parts of his character that I have personally. I felt called out by some of the shortcomings Carmy has, and that was a huge wake up call.

[houseofchirontx]

New Moon at 11º Virgo

September 2nd, 2024

The New Moon in Virgo at 11º represents a moment of recalibration and practical intention setting. Virgo is the sign of service, health, and refinement—an energy that calls for precise planning, attention to detail, and organizing aspects of our lives to function more smoothly. The New Moon’s opposition to Saturn retrograde in Pisces, however, creates a dynamic tension between structure and fluidity, order and chaos, practicality and dreaminess.

Saturn in Pisces represents the dissolution of boundaries, spiritual responsibility, and the struggle between material and ethereal realities. This opposition can bring up themes of overwhelm, where the desire for clear direction (Virgo) clashes with an inability to pin things down (Pisces). The evolutionary task here is to learn how to integrate structure without rigidity and flow without losing sight of purpose.

Psychologically, this transit may trigger anxieties around control, feelings of inadequacy, or fears of failure. It’s essential to recognize where perfectionism or escapism might be hindering progress and to instead focus on creating flexible routines that honor both tangible goals and the need for rest and introspection.

Predictions and Advice for Each Zodiac Sign:

Aries (6H): The New Moon in Virgo lights up your house of daily routines, health, and work habits. This is a perfect time to streamline your day-to-day life and adopt healthier practices. The opposition to Saturn may reveal areas where you’ve been pushing too hard or neglecting self-care. Find balance by integrating discipline with compassion for yourself.

Taurus (5H): This New Moon brings creative inspiration and an urge to find joy in practical hobbies. However, Saturn in your social sector may have you feeling distant from friends or community obligations. Consider where you can make realistic commitments while still leaving space for personal enjoyment.

Gemini (4H): The focus is on your home, family, and emotional foundations. You may feel tension between your need for stability and a sense of drifting or uncertainty about the future. Use this time to create routines that nurture both your inner world and external responsibilities, allowing room for emotional flow.

Cancer (3H): Your communication skills are highlighted, with opportunities to refine how you express yourself. Saturn’s influence might challenge you to take a more mature approach to conversations and to address misunderstandings with patience. This is a good time to establish clearer boundaries in your relationships.

Leo (2H): Financial matters take center stage, urging you to review budgets and spending habits. The opposition to Saturn can trigger fears about scarcity or control over resources. Trust in your ability to balance practicality with intuition, making long-term plans without succumbing to pessimism.

Virgo (1H): With the New Moon in your sign, this is a powerful time for personal reinvention and setting intentions that align with your values. The opposition to Saturn may feel like external pressures or self-imposed doubts. Focus on self-compassion and setting realistic goals, rather than trying to fix everything at once.

Libra (12H): This New Moon activates your subconscious mind, making it a time for introspection and releasing old patterns. Saturn’s retrograde in your sector of health and routines suggests that hidden anxieties or self-sabotaging behaviors could surface. Gentle self-discipline and mindful habits will support you through this process.

Scorpio (11H: Your social circles and long-term goals are under the microscope. You may feel torn between maintaining commitments to others and pursuing your own dreams. Evaluate whether certain obligations are draining your energy and realign with groups or goals that uplift you.

Sagittarius (10H): Career matters take precedence, with the New Moon offering an opportunity to re-establish professional goals. However, Saturn’s influence may challenge your confidence or require patience as you work towards these aspirations. Trust that even small steps can lead to significant progress over time.

Capricorn (9H): This New Moon encourages expanding your horizons through learning, travel, or spiritual growth. The tension with Saturn may reflect a struggle between embracing new perspectives and holding on to old beliefs. Embrace flexibility and explore ways to blend structure with curiosity.

Aquarius (8H): Financial and emotional investments are highlighted, with a need to redefine shared resources or address power dynamics. Saturn retrograde may bring past issues around trust or intimacy to the surface. Take this time to establish clearer boundaries and prioritize mutual respect in your relationships.

Pisces (7H): Partnerships and relationships are under review as this New Moon pushes for clearer communication and realistic expectations. Saturn in your sign can amplify self-doubt or make it difficult to assert your needs. Lean into healthy boundaries and ensure that your connections are built on mutual understanding and respect.