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captainaikus · 3 years ago

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Back with a brainrot so it doesn't seem like im dead lmao

So the thing with virgin Gojo is when it comes down to finally doing it with his s/o, he ain't gonna be all shy and give up control completely, i strongly believe that Gojo is confident no matter what. So naturaly he is playing it cool but he is exposing his vulnerable side, he's just so touch starved and wants u to shower him with kisses and love and touch him all the time. But when you wrap ur hands around his dick he's already so far gone, moaning, whimpering and telling u how good it feels, how much he waited for this, how much he wanted u and how much he loves u.

(sowwyyy but virgin Gojo be livin' in my head rent free no shame)

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♱ 𝔄 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔴

♱ Pairings : Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♱ Ratings : Mature

♱ MDNI, minors stay the fuck out.

♱ Synopsis : You come to know a side of Satoru you never knew, over an unordered parfait and a woman from the past.

♱ Warnings : Reader is straightforward and blunt, Handjob, a very shy and naked Satoru (istg it's adorable), heavy petting?, submissive Satoru, dom! reader, mentions of masturbating, masturbation and cum eating.

♱ Note : I've had this in my box for a bit, and I took my time with it cause I didn't wanna half ass this. And I really liked how it came out... And yes, I used japanese. Translations are given at the end of the fic. Happy reading!! ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

(I know I'll come back to edit this)

Status : Requests : closed (I have many things planned), askbox : open for thirst posts and brainrots.

Feel free to rant or ask about my fics <3

(❄️ anon!! Virgin gojo is the most adorable thing I can write. But I've been thinking about Kitsune! Gojo, for a halloween prompt - been watching tale of the nine tailed. Let me know if you'd like a part 2 to this)

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Standing in front of the mirror, Gojo looked at himself one last time. Turning around, he made sure to look appealing before picking you up for a date. From previous encounters with topics on dating on social media posts, he remembered reading about what women find appealing in a man. Taking his nimble fingers towards his chest, he unbuttoned a few shirt studs at the top, exposing a bit of his pale smooth skin. Rolling his sleeves on either sides of his arms, he rotated his fists back and forth to make sure the veins that ran through the expanse of his skin was visible. Lifting his arm towards his forehead and flipping his hair back, he smirked at the mirror. After having had enough of watching and turning around to see his reflection and making sure everything in the right place, he grabbed his keys from the bowl and headed out into the quiet yet busy streets of Tokyo.

Staring at your watch, you realized Satoru was over 15 minutes late. You turned your head left and right to make look at his familiar face in the crowd, but the only ones you saw were those of strangers, conforming to the ever moving crowd. ‘Maybe he won’t show up’ you thought, dropping your watch bound wrist to the side. Turning away to leave, you heard a familiar voice “(Y/N) Chan!!!”

Turning yourself around, you could see Satoru approaching towards you from the corner of your eye. Waving as he came near, he came to stop mere centimeters before your face. Gazing at his attire, you found him to be overdressed but you paid no heed to it. “You’re late Gojo” you said simply in a monotone voice.

“Whew…But I made before you left right?” Satoru answered in a chirpy voice. You felt the ghost of a smile on your face on hearing those words. In the time that you have worked with Satoru, you realized although he had a childish exterior, he was very assuring as a colleague as well as a teacher. Although he seemed to not have a care int he world, he was worried about the safety of others even if he seldom showed it.

“Oi… (Y/N) Chan?” Satoru said, waving his hand in front of your face, breaking you away from your train of thoughts. “Hm?” You hummed staring at his shade covered eyes. “Genki ka?” Satoru asked, taking a step back to give you your space. Looking at his figure, you noticed the wild tufts of his hair. If you were to run your hands through his hair, would it be as soft as it looked? Looking at the corner of his covered eyes, you wondered how they would look while the sun’s rays fell on them or how the color of them would be dark with your shadow if you leaned into him. Trailing down to his lips, you mused about the feeling of them on yours. Would be they soft from the gentleness he showed…or would they be rough from the passion and aggression he held? You felt your expression deflate at the thought of this being a mere piece of fascination. The closest you had ever gotten to Satoru was during times in the Academy when you would pass anything from a cup to an extra sweet you had, but never were you able to get close to the feeling of his fingers touching or grazing past yours.

“(Y/N)” he said once more. Raising your eyebrows while staring at his lips, you tore your gaze from them to meet one’s that were hidden beneath his glasses. Nudging his glasses down the bridge of his nose he asked, “Is everything alright?”. Blinking a couple of times, you processed the question before answering,“I’m doing alright”.

“Really? Seems like someone was distracted… maybe you shouldn’t make your line of vision to my lips so obvious” Satoru said with a smirk, leaning his face into you. Clearing your throat, you decided to change the topic of conversation. “So… why exactly did you call me out here? It’s the weekend and I could have been at my place or gone out somewhere. Yet I am stuck here with you, adding the fact you’re fifteen minutes late” you said to the white haired male.

“You make it sound more like an obligation than a fun activity (Y/N) chan” Satoru said with a pout, tutoring his head to the side.

“Considering the fact that you’re more of a colleague than a friend and the time you told the kids they were going to Roppongi, but instead took them to a haunted building for performing an exorcism says otherwise. Also the fact that you don’t do these activities with your colleagues that often and choose to go out on dates with women outside of work is fishy. So why specifically choose me who is your colleague but not someone who is a friend? To add on I’m definitely not a romantic interest either” you explained in a ‘as-of-fact’ manner with a wave of your hand towards him. Meeting Satoru’s gaze you could tell he wasn’t happy about the way you spoke. His lips were pursed into a thin line towards the very last sentence of your rambling. Rubbing your thumb and index together, thinking of a way to remove the air of awkwardness from the conversation, you asked “So… where are we going?”.

Satoru said nothing as he walked to your side. Grabbing the sleeve of your coat, he said “There’s a place I know”. Tugging at your sleeve, he continued to walk with you in pursuit. Footsteps faded for the crowded street of Tokyo into a lane where no dared to wander.

“It’s nice to see a not exorcised building for a change. But… what are we doing here?” You asked looking at the building that stood before you in awe. The entrance was grand with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Looking up, you could see the grandiosity of the building, littered with paintings and statues.

“I came here to try a parfait and the view is amazing from what I hear” Gojo said in thought, taking his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Looking at him slight skepticism, you probed,

“And who exactly are theses people you ‘hear’ from?”

“Mostly Mei Mei and Butahime” he said with a shrug. Rolling your eyes at the mention of MeiMei’s name you said, “You know, it surprises me that even though you claim the fact that you’re one of the ‘strongest sorcerers’ you can be so dense”. “Daijobu” Satoru said holding up a black card.

“Just enjoy your time with me here. ‘Kay?” He added in a flirtatious tone.

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As the elevator doors of the topmost floor of the building opened, you could see neon lights of the city that ever sleeps. “May I take your coat ma’am?” One of the waiters asked. Turning around you looked at Satoru who had his coat taken off by the waiter and waited for you to do the same. Stretching your hands out, you felt the coat being removed from your shoulders. “Right this way please” another waiter said with a smile waving his hand towards the direction of your table. Following close behind you till you reached your seat, Satoru pulled your chair and waved for you to sit. Snorting through you nose you remarked, “And they say Chivalry is dead”. “(Y/N) Chan hidoi” Satoru said while feigning hurt by placing his palm over his heart. Chuckling you took your seat, while Satoru pushed you towards the table. From the peripheral of your vision, you watched his figure walk around the table and take a seat. After getting comfortable, he placed both his arms on the table and entwined his fingers. You could hear noises of the city as the silence between the both of you. Turning your head towards the gigantic window beside your table, you stared out into the Tokyo night sky. Placing your hand under your chin, you watched cars passed beneath and barely visible dark clouds litter the sky with an occasional plane passing by.

“That’s the fifth plane so far…” Satoru said. Turning to look at him, you watched his eyes twinkle with fascination as he watched machines with twinkling lights flashing beneath them pass by.

“Since when were you fascinated with planes?” You asked in a teasing tone. “There are a lot of things that fascinate me, but you never bothered finding out now, did you (Y/N)-chin” Satoru teased back. “Never was the type to be interested in pretty boys. Easy on the eyes, a charming smile, but is the one that breaks another’s heart in the most quick and brutal way possible” you said in a monotone voice, turning to look outside the window once more.

“And… how did you come to that kind of a conclusion” Satoru asked, placing his knuckles under his cheek out of curiosity with his pale eyebrow raised from beneath his glasses.

“I’ve had a fair amount of sleepovers consoling a friend over their rash decisions with these kinds of men. All they ever want is one or a couple nights of fun without responsibility… however, I’m also aware about how every man is different, but pretty boys are something I lost interest in a while ago. Not to mention that I have a colleague in the academy who goes with at least” you said in mockery, raising your hand and using your fingers to count “four women a week?”.

“Sore wa uso desu” Satoru said with a smirk, pointing towards you. “Please. The number of times I’ve heard a ‘Satoru-kun, why don’t you answer me’ ‘ ‘Toru-Kun, you forgot our date!’ is astonishing that even Yaga had to chase them out with his puppets” you said in a dramatic manner.

Throwing his head back, Satoru laughed at your way with words. “When you put it that way, it does sound like I’m one of them. What can I say? I’m popular among women” he said, realizing into his chair and crossing his arms. “If you’re so popular, then why am I on this side of the table?” You asked, raising a brow at his previous claim. Hearing your words, Satoru’s lips were pursed into a thin line once more. Looking to your side, you could see his fist clenched around the fabric draped over the table. Resting your arms over the table, you took a hesitant breath before continuing to speak. “Gojo, you don’t have to beat round the bush when you’re with me. Even though you’re my colleague, we’ve worked together for over a year now and we’re not strangers. Inviting me out to parfait for bait doesn’t work and neither does small talk. I maybe rude, blunt and a lot of things, but it was never my intention to chase you away with it. So, tell me. What’s on your mind?”.

“(Y/N), I- ”

“Aha, and what do we have here?” A voice interrupted Satoru’s. Looking at the end of your table stood a women with a hand on her hip. She wore a sneer that was directed toward Satoru. She had a long black dress with her hair tied into an elaborate braid of sorts. Behind her was a man, who seemed just as perplexed as you.

“What do you want Ayumi?” Satoru said in a grave tone, glaring at the girl. “What is it I could possibly want from a man who hasn’t been with a real woman before?” the said girl scoffed. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at Satoru who stared at the girl while clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. Turning towards you, Ayumi eyes roamed from analyzing your hair to your face. Taking a step back, she also looked at the kind of clothes and shoes you wore before turning to Satoru with an amused expression on her face.

“And you brought this tramp to a place like this…?” She asked with the raise of her hands, pronouncing the ambience of the room. Breathing out a sigh from your nose, you knew your patience was running thin. First were the incomplete answers from Gojo and second was being interrupted by a girl who had the nerve to make a comment about you even though she had never seen you before. “Gojo, your standards have failed to meet my expectations day after day. First, you take to me a restaurant then we go back to my place, only to run away when I found out you were a virgin”.

Eyes widening in surprise, your head snapped towards Gojo, only to see that he had become unnervingly quiet and stiff. Slapping your palm against the table, you caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” You asked with a dark chuckle. “Huh?” Ayumi asked with arrogance.

“Look. I came over to enjoy a parfait with my colleague and friend. Don’t you think you’re disrupting everyone in here by talking like that?” You asked, waving your hand over to the other side of the room where heads of several guests were turned.

“It’s funny how you call me a tramp and yet you act like one in a place as pristine as this. Ever heard the phrase of ‘pot calling the kettle black’” you asked Ayumi.

“Don’t you think you’re acting all high and mighty for a girl who should be getting on her knees and being thankful for being brought to a place like this? The most expensive piece of estate in Tokyo?!” Ayumi said with a snarl ready to lunge for you but was held back by the male behind her.

“For a person in ‘the most expensive piece of estate in Tokyo’ you sure don’t look or act like you would fit in the crowd” you said, cracking your neck from side to side. Getting up from your chair to move around her, you came to a stop, behind Gojo. Folding your arms together, you pressed yourself against he wooden back of his chair and probed the fuming girl, “So, what was it? Was it his looks? Or did you happen to see his black card and decided to play dog?”.

Ayumi grit her teeth in response.

“No answer huh… guess your silence answers everything. Even though Satoru is a virgin, he still has some dignity unlike a dog who followed him for the sake of his looks and money” you said to the seething girl.

“Well then, we’ll be on our way. Get up Satoru. Let’s go home” you announced, tapping on the side of his chair. Moving around the girl, you went towards the waiter for your coat with Satoru behind you, giving soft smiles to waiters and the manager who apologized for the inconvenience on the way out.

While exiting out of the building, you felt Satoru's hand reach for yours. You began leaning into his touch as his fingers entwined around yours. You felt all your questions being answered as his palm rubbed against yours. Yes, Satoru’s hands were big. Yes, they were smooth. Yes, his fingertips were cold. And yes… it did feel like fireworks.

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Standing at the entrance of your apartment, the empty hallway was filled with the jangling of your keys as they were slotted into lock of your door. Turning to see Satoru, you asked “Would you like to come in?”. Smiling in return, he threw himself into the house shouting a “Ojamashimasu”.

You chuckled at his childishness, closing the door behind you. Throwing your coat on the couch, you silently told him to do the same by titling your head towards the taken seat. Tossing your keys into a nearby bowl, you asked “Well, since you didn’t get to try the Parfait, would like my broke ass cup of tea or eclair?”.

Smirking he said, “I’ll take the eclair”.

Walking to your fridge you took out the cold eclair. Before you could set it on the plate, it was snatched out of your hands by none other than Satoru. “Itadakimasu” he said, before taking big bites of the eclair. You both sat and ate in silence, with sounds of water drops falling from the tap in the kitchen sink.

“Ne, did you mean what you said?” Gojo asked, taking a final bite of the parfait. You hummed in response. “You said about me being your friend…” he said in a small voice. Surprised at the conversation he chose to pick, you looked at his face. Even if his eyes were hidden away beneath his glasses, the frown on his lips was enough of a expression to show you what went through his mind. Moving away from the kitchen isle, you stood in front of him. With the call of his name you urged him to look at you. Snapping his head up from his shoes, Satoru’s face came close to yours. Raising your hands, you held onto the sides of his shades, retracting your arms behind and pulled them from his face until you found blue orbs staring into yours. “I know it’s an inconvenience given you have your six eyes, but I need to really see you when I say this”.

Tucking your arms behind you, you took a calmed your fast beating heart and spoke.

“I meant every word I said back there. I don’t say it to your face since your inflated ago doesn’t need another pump. I’ve worked with you for over a year. You can be selfish at times, and you have reasons… but, I also admire you for it. I don’t know much about your past, neither would I wan to prod into it, but whatever it is, I know you came out strong because of it. No one becomes a strong sorcerer in one night. And if you ever need me I’ll always be there. Sure, I can be an asshole at times, but I have my moments like anyone else-” your ramble was interrupted by a pair of lips. You could feel your vision shake from the sheer intensity of the kiss. It felt sloppy and inexperienced but it moved with passion and the feeling of intense affection. This kiss defined Satoru. Fisting your hands into his hair, you pulled him away from you. His eyes were half lidded with desire and need. His tongue hanging loose from his mouth in ecstasy from the taste of you. Whining in desperation of more, his hands found their way to your shoulders pulling you into him. Pressing a hand against his chest, you tried to separate yourself from him. “Why?” He whined at the loss of feeling your skin against. “You’re not thinking straight Satoru. Maybe you should go home” you said in a haste, turning to leave the kitchen. Making your way into the living room, you opened the door, only to have it slammed back into a place by a hand much larger than yours. You could feel his arms circling around your waist as his head dropped onto the nape of your neck. You could feel Satoru’s hot breaths against you and you realized this is the closest you had ever to been to him.

“Don’t… don’t send me away” he said in a voice barely audible. Placing your hands over his caused his grip to tighten around you. Remembering Ayumi back from the restaurant, you asked “You’re usually bad with names… How did you remember Ayumi? What if this is a gimmick and all you want is one night with me?”

You felt the baritone of his voice chuckle behind you, and you could feel your anger rise by as every minute passed.

“Never took you for the jealous type… but you’re quick to point that out. That’s what I expect of my (Y/N) Chan” Satoru said with a soft smile.

“Don’t fuck around with me Gojo and answer my question. It’s the only thing keeping you from being on the other side of my door” you responded with a grave tone.

Letting a few moments of silence pass, Satoru spoke.

“Ayumi was the last girl I ever went out on a date with. She invited me to her place after we went to a bar. It was one of the places I hated the most but I couldn’t rid of the thoughts about the woman who haunted me both during the day and at night despite the fact that I was away from her. It only seemed fair to drown my sorrows in the thing I hate the most… and it’s-”

“Alcohol. I know” you interrupted him, staring into the hard wood of your door, counting each line embedded into it.

“Shitsureiyo (Y/N) Chan. I wasn’t done explaining” Gojo whined, nuzzling into the nape of your neck. Not hearing a response from you, he continued to talk.

“The night I went to Ayumi’s house, I was drunk. But not that drunk to not be in my senses. She came over me. Let her hands roam my body” he said in a calm voice,“Before she could kiss me, I flinched. Thought I could man up by having a woman… but if it isn’t you, I want no other”.

“Why? You seemed to be comfortable with letting her hands roam your body, but the moment it’s her lips, you couldn’t take it? Are you even speaking in your senses right now Gojo?” You asked in an exasperated voice.

“Told you I wasn’t done. You never learn do you (Y/N) Chan?” Gojo complained in frustration.

“Fine. After this, you leave” you said in a cold tone. Neither acknowledging nor answering your question Satoru rubbed circles into the side of your torso and picked up from where he left.

“Alcohol made me see things. Felt I was in heaven when I thought about your hands touching me instead of Ayumi. Thought about how pretty you’d look under me. But when I saw it wasn’t you, I couldn’t go any further”.

“So… you’re…?” You questioned.

“Mhm” he hummed as a reply.

“Ah… then, what does it have to do with me?” You asked, curious and desperate to know if his answer is the one you’ve always dreamed of.

“Despite being a sorcerer, you’re pretty dense aren’t you” Satoru huffed.

“There’s lust and love, Satoru. The line between them is very thin” you quipped back.

“At this point you’re just itching for me to say aren’t you?” Satoru asked. You grit your teeth in annoyance knowing that this an would not give you what you wanted.

“And this is why I don’t deal with pretty boys-” you said rolling your eyes.

“Aishiteru” Satoru’s voice cut into yours. Getting no response back, Satoru repeated once more “Aishiteru. So’nanni Aishiteru”.

Feeling deflated, his grip loosened around your waist only to be surprised when he heard the sound of your footsteps, turning around to face him. Raising your fingers, you ran them through his hair, feeling the texture of his strands.

“I’ve always wanted to do this” you said with a smile. Nuzzling his nose against yours he gave it light kiss before moving to your lips.

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Making your way into the bedroom, you pushed him onto the bed. Kissing him, you ran your hands on the expanse of his skin.

“Are you sure you wanted this” you asked Satoru in a grave tone, “If you want, we can stop here”.

“No. I’ve wanted this for a very long time. Now that I’ve made it this far, I’m not stopping for anything or anyone else” Satoru said, reaching his hand out to caress your cheek.

Feeling a soft smile creep onto your face, you felt yourself being drawn in by the sight of his lips.

Feeling his tongue dance against yours, Satoru moaned into your mouth. Pulling away with a small bite to his lip, you began to unbutton the studs of his shirt. He looked down at you with fondness as he watched you undo the last button. Taking a grip of his pants, you pulled the zipper down to reveal his errection being held back by the expanse of his boxers. Combine back up, you placed yourself on his side.

“Satoru. I want to pay attention and answer me” you said, looking at him. He blinked at you in response.

“Tell me where did she touch you” you commanded him. Sitting up, Satoru pulled his arms back to shed his shirt onto your bedroom floor. Placing his hand onto this collarbone, he looked at you through half lidded eyes.

Leaning into the scent of his skin, you let your lips trail over it lightly before catching it between your teeth and giving it a hard suck. Satoru moaned at the feeling of your teeth and tongue over his collarbone. Pulling back after littering the patch of skin with kisses, bites and a bit of spit, you hummed in satisfaction at the sight of his skin turning flush pink, knowing it would bloom into colors of dark pink and purple the next day.

“Where else?” You asked in a seductive tone.

After marking Satoru on his neck, chest, abs and v lines, he whined at the pain of his erect dick being constrained by the fabric of his boxers that was starting to tighten on his skin. Using your thumbs, you pulled down his boxers. Tugging his legs free off them, Satoru threw his leg over the other towards the side, hiding the sight of his naked manhood from your gaze. Catching hold of one his ankles, you pulled his leg back to it’s original position.

“Uh uh uh. We’re having none of that” you said, titling your head to the side. Hiding his face into the pillow, you could his see a light blush on the apples of his cheeks. Chuckling to yourself, you used one of your hands to rub against his shaft. Satoru whined and shivered at the feeling of your hand rubbing his dick. Looking behind you, you saw the mirror at the foot of your bed.

Taking your place behind him, you made Satoru’s head rest against your chest.

“Satoru, look into the mirror there” you said.

Batting his eyes from you to the mirror, he shook his head from side to side in defiance.

“Are you refusing me?” You asked in a low tone.

Taking a large gulp, Satoru lifted his hand and grabbed yours. Taking it, he placed it at the tip of his dick and said “Ore ga yaru”

Sliding your hand up and down his dick softly, you could see his precum oozing from the tip of it. Trickling down, your palm continued to move in a rhythm. Your empty bedroom was filled with the filthy sounds of wetness being rubbed over skin and high pitched moans of Japan’s strongest sorcerer. Looking at himself in the mirror, Satoru threw his head back, losing his senses in the feeling of your hands on his dick. Using your other hand, you played with his balls that hung low and heavy beneath his shaft.

“You like that baby?” You asked in an alluring voice.

“H-Hah hai” Satoru answered, batting his white lashes at the mirror.

“Who does this belong to?” You asked, giving his dick a lightly squeeze. Satoru moaned loudly at the constricted feeling your palm was giving him. Changing the pace of your movements, you began to rub his dick at a fast pace. Meeting your gaze in the mirror, he said in a breathy voice

“Omae da”

“Who do you belong to?” You demanded.

“You” he answered right away, using one of his hands to press your face towards him.

Staring into your eyes, he felt his heart race. Opening his mouth, he let out choked sobs at he feeling his first orgasm. The number of nights he had to rub one out to the thought of your hands being over him instead of having to deal with it himself had turned into a reality.

Feeling his free hand dig into the skin of your hand, you knew he was close. Continuing to maintain your pace, you heard him moan your name loudly.

Looking down, you were met with the sight of white ropes of cum sliding down his abs. Strings of cum were seen between your digits. Taking your fingers, you sucked on one before using your middle finger to prod into his mouth. Taking your fingers into his mouth, Satoru sucked them obediently.

“That’s my good boy” you said.

After bathing for a few moments in the afterglow, you moved to fetch a rag for cleaning Satoru up. Before you could leave the bed, you felt Satoru wrap an arm around your torso, clutching your shirt tightly on the verge of ripping, afraid that you would disappear.

“Calm down babe. ‘M just getting a washcloth” you chuckled.

“Promise you’d come back quick?” He asked in a shy voice.

“Course. Can’t leave my love unattended now can I?” You cooed at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Wait here” you said. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, washing your hands off. Grabbing a wet washcloth, you headed to the kitchen to grab a bag of candy and a bottle of water.

Coming back into the bedroom, you saw Satoru waiting for you, looking at you with a soft expression as you approached him. Opening the bag of candy, you held it out to him. Taking your place beside the bed, you crouched down and rubbed at the mess that was stuck to Satoru’s skin. Once you were done, you tossed the dirty cloth into the hamper at the corner of the room with a small “score”, and turned to him. Satoru held out a piece of candy for you to take. Opening your mouth, you were about to bite into it when he pulled his fingers back and tossed the piece of jelly into his mouth.

“Too slow” he teased you while chewing on the sweet.

“Brat” you chuckled.“You want a shower?” You asked.

“iie. Daijobu” he responded, searching for colored candy in the bag.

“Alright. I’m taking one and we can sleep” you said, grabbing your towel.

“I’m staying the night?” He asked, his head snapping to meet your gaze.

“No. You’re staying the day” you responded. Hearing your response, Satoru pouted. Reaching a hand out to pet his cheek you said “Course you’re staying the night. I’ll not have it any other way”.

Smiling in response, Satoru nuzzled into the palm of your hand. Giving it a small peck he said, “Let’s start off right with tomorrow”. Giving a puzzled look, you asked him “With what?” .

He said with a soft gaze “A date”.

♱ Translations :

Genki ka : Are you alright?

Daijobu : It's alright

Sore wa uso desu : That's a lie

Ojamashimasu : Excuse me (before entering someone's house)

Itadakimasu : Thanks for the meal

Shitsureiyo : You're being rude

Aishiteru : I love you

So'nanni Aishiteru : I love you so much

Ore ga yaru : I'll do it

hai : yes

Omae da : You

iie : no

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whyiask · 4 years ago

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Just a Stupid Dare (ch.9)

Masterpost Ao3 Link tws: u!dark sides (not as much virgil anymore), peer pressure(???) i don’t know, Janus is just generally a Not Good person, some swearing notes:.....hahaha.....long time no see...... so things have been a bit busy lately and I'm almost ready to hop back onto my consistent posting schedule. For now, enjoy this update :) expect more consistent updates starting again soon <3 thank you all for reading (please feel free to drop by my askbox to yell at me about this fic! i would absolutely love it.)

Virgil swallowed nervously. Why wouldn’t he be nervous? What was he even supposed to tell them? ‘Oh, so you know how I was supposed to befriend Roman so that we could hurt him? Well turns out, I actually like being his friend and now I don’t know what to do.’

Yeah no. He had to think of something better than that.

Janus was staring at him expectantly, coldly. Virgil had to bite back a shiver at the downright murderous glint in his eyes.

Remus pushed past him into the house, pulling out a miniature metal detector and moving towards the pantry. Virgil watched him go, slightly confused but used to the odd behavior. Janus watched him leave impassively.

“What. The fuck. Was that about.”

Virgil opened his mouth to respond but Janus cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand.

“And don’t even think of lying to me.” The words were cold and quiet, and Virgil couldn’t stop the tiny flinch.

His mind raced. What did Janus want from him? To hurt Roman. To bully an innocent peer. Right. He could work with this.

“I- uh-” He cast his mind around, searching for an answer to the question. He himself didn’t know what the honest answer would be. What even were they anymore? Were they, dare he say it, friends?

No. He couldn’t get his hopes up. It’s too late for that. He was already neck deep in this mess, and it would be unfair to Roman to start being genuine now, ignoring his past malicious intent.

“Time,” he blurted out, panicking at the sight of Janus’s eyebrow slowly creeping up his face. “I just need more time.”

“Time to do what, exactly?” Janus’s stare was piercing and Virgil forced himself to commit to the lie.

“Time to befriend him. He doesn’t fully trust me yet. Today was a big step, he finally felt comfortable enough to come over, but you two showing up might’ve thrown that back a little bit.”

The lies tasted bitter on his tongue. There was no way he could carry through with the plan, he couldn’t. He couldn’t hurt Roman, when all Roman had been was kind and charming and ridiculously endearing and-

Janus’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. It was like someone had flicked on a light switch. His eyes cleared of their hard anger and distrust, and his lips twitched into a semi-smirk.

“That’s… actually not a horrible plan. I didn’t think you’d be sticking to this so much.” His tone was mildly impressed, and Virgil felt his heart swell a little in pride, before shaking himself. No. This was the guy who wanted to hurt Roman. (When had Roman become such an influence in his decisions? He didn’t know, he would never know.)

“Yeah, well, you know what they say about me.” Virgil shrugged awkwardly. Janus barked out a laugh and Virgil felt his muscles relax a millimeter.

“Oh, do humor me. What do they say?” Janus’s tone was teasing and Virgil hummed a reply. This felt so natural, so easy. He could almost forget about how scared he had been not a minute earlier.

“I never do anything half-assed. BS’ing my way through a project? I’ll go all out. Anxiety? Better go all out and make it severe anxiety. Befriending a nobody to ultimately backstab them? Well, never let it be said that I don’t try my absolute hardest to get it right.”

Virgil was almost ashamed of how easily the slander rolled off his tongue. This wasn’t right, he shouldn’t be talking about Roman as if he were just some random kid. Janus laughed again.

“Let’s say… a week, then,” said Janus, eyes glinting with mischief and glee.

Virgil was jolted out of his thoughts. “A week for what?”

“A week to befriend him, utterly and completely. If you flake out, I won’t blame you. I bet it’s pretty hard to pretend to like that absolute loser. I bet $20 that you’ll drop out before the week is over. Prove me wrong, Virgil Summers. Prove me wrong.”

The last words were barely above a whisper and Virgil gave Janus a mini mock salute.

“Maybe I will.”

Remus popped out of the pantry, effectively ruining the moment.

“He trusts so easily, honestly. The wimp tried to befriend me at first, but I showed him what’s it’s really like to be a Stone. He gets so attached and so so emotional. Like waah waah, I don’t want to be your friend, you fuckin naked mole rat.”

Janus laughed and Virgil forced out a laugh too. Remus ranted for a few more minutes about his step brother, before finally moving on. The Dark Sides stayed over for a few hours, and Virgil felt himself relax into an easy state around them again. It was only after they left that he allowed himself to think.

Virgil turned away from the door and something caught his eye. Roman’s jacket still hung from his coat rack. He lifted it off gently and held it gently. Looking at it closer, he nearly snorted with laughter. It was knee-length and dramatic and so unbelievably Roman. He could not imagine a single other person pulling off such a fashion statement, but with Roman, the long trenchcoat and round, tinted red glasses worked.

Roman could probably pull off anything, no matter how dramatic of a statement, if he was being honest. But like usual, Virgil’s main hobby included lying to himself and everyone around him.

Lies… weren’t his favorite thing. They were much more Jan’s thing, what with manipulation and the works. He preferred to work behind the shadows, where no one could see and question him, where he wouldn’t be put on the spot and forced to sound convincing enough to alter someone’s perception of reality. Sure, he might be fairly good at stretching the truth, but that was just that. Based on truth. Based on a solid foundation to work with.

He was getting away with so many lies, and that scared him. He didn’t want to be a liar, not to his closest friends. Janus and Remus and Roman- when had Roman made it onto that list?

As much as he hated to admit it, Roman was one of his favorite people, ever. He had one week. One week to figure out what to do. Who to pick. One week.

It was altogether way too much time and not nearly enough.

He looked down at the ridiculous coat in his arms. One week was all he had.

After that… who knew what would happen. It would be over. He wasn’t quite sure what was going to end, but in his heart, he knew something would never be the same again.

One week.

He didn’t have a fucking clue on what to do.

Only one week.

He took a deep breath. He would enjoy this, as much as he could. He would treasure this time with Roman and he wouldn’t think too hard about what was to come.

He’d burn that bridge when he got to it.

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kyberled · 7 years ago

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word meme: misery

Put a word in my askbox and I will give you a bad AND good memory from my muse’s past that associates with said word. || Accepting

GOOD MEMORY:

The cave tunnels dripped a melancholy rhythm, the pit-pat of condensation falling into puddles that were older than the tunnel itself, dripping down only to rise to the ceiling again whenever the rare warm day slogged by. The dampness was doing a nightmare on his muscles. He groaned in distaste as he rolled his shoulders, the muted pop still somehow being loud enough to send his companions’ ears perking. Ta’ule padded forward, the coarse hair of his mane scratching against Braig’s mangled tunic as he peered over his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Braig said, offering a small smile as he adjusted his scarf. “Just a bit sore, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. I probably just slept on it strange, is all.” Ta’ule tilted his head, one ear remaining upright while the other flopped down. Behind his hand-carved wooden mask, Braig could see his eyes reflecting the dim light, painting them into two greenish-yellow discs.

“How’s the old man doing?” Braig asked, turning his head to stare at the make-shift bed they’d set up.

“Not well,” Ta’ule replied, crouching to rest on his haunches. “Makula’s been busy for the past day or so, and it doesn’t help that everyone is restless. It puts bad energy in the air.” It was true; The men were pacing and restless, and Braig couldn’t blame them; He didn’t like staying in one place for any longer than was necessary, any more than they did, but moving on wasn’t an option, at this point. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he turned, gave Ta’ule a pat on the shoulder, and walked over to where Makula stood hunched over the prone form of Go’ann. Both looked up as the padawan approached. Makula turned to face Braig, and Go’ann laid back down against the bedding with a tired huff. Braig was about to kneel by Go’ann’s side, a smile already forcing itself across his face to mask the guilt and concern, but Makula stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Braig paused, smile stumbling into a confused frown as he was lead away. Once they were a few paces away, Makula turned to face away from the dying Go’ann, tilted his mask up, and placed both giant hands on Braig’s comparatively diminutive shoulders.

“There is nothing more we can do.” The older medic said, ears drooping and pressing back against his skull.

“Are- are you sure?” Braig asked, reaching slowly to put his hands on Makula’s wrists. “Maybe we can– We can try to–” Makula gave Braig’s shoulders a gentle squeeze, giving a soft chitter sound that Braig had learned to be similar to tutting. He silenced himself, and swallowed as he looked to the ground.

“Go’ann is old, little one. His spirit has touched many, and he has done much, seen much, learned much, and given more than any of us could ever hope to, but now is his time to move on.” Makula said, his voice gentle, before a cough drew moth medcis’ attention back to the bed.

“I may be old, but my ears are still better than yours have ever been!” It was a low voice, rumbling and earthy, like all the others; but this grated through the air like sandstone, and crinkled around the edges of every word like yellowed flimsi.

“It’s not secret to anyone I’m going to sleep! You could at least give me the dignity of talking about me to my face!” Go’ann punctuated this minor rant with a huff, and Makula returned it with an irritated grunt, flicking the tips of his ears and lowering his mask back into place as he loped over to the elder’s side. Braig frowned again, tugging on his scarf before slinking over to join them. Go’ann reached up to swat Makula’s hand away, tail swishing side to side in feigned irritation as he propped himself up, and turned to look to Prez, scratching at his greying mane before jerking a thumb at Makula. “Are the medics on your planet as bad as this one?” Prez paused for a moment, working through the translation for his response even as he stifled a chuckle.

“Well, you have seen Braig,” Prez said, motioning to the young Jedi, who arched a curious brow in concern. “Think of him, but ten times more fussy.”

“That’s hard to believe,” Go’ann replied, and after a pause (during which Braig let out a soft scoff of offence), the two of them broke into laughter.

“Hahaha,” Braig said, tone dry and sarcastic as he rolled his eyes. Still, he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face; Of all the troopers who could have bonded with the grumpy old man, he’d never expected Prez. Makula shook his head. He turned to Braig, nudged the padawan’s shoulder with his tail. The eyes behind his mask were half-lidded and tired, but Braig had come to know Makula well enough to know that, if Go’ann weren’t dying, this would devolve into another one of their infamous bickering matches. The mood was cut short by a sudden rattling cough breaking past Go’ann’s lips, and Braig and Makula didn’t have time to look at each other before they were back down at his side. Without his mask, it was easy to watch the former chief wasting away. His leathery skin was pale and wrinkled, with veins growing more visible as each day dripped by. The Force swam around Go’ann sluggishly, rasping and cold and hungry with invisible fangs bared, casting a shadow none could see. The tunnels weren’t the ideal condition for a medbay, or anything else aside from a hiding spot. Go’ann had been right; It was no mystery to anyone that he was dying. They didn’t have the supplies to prolong his life, and could barely keep themselves going, most days. They couldn’t even ease his pain (though, to his credit, he’d told them to save the medicine for someone younger). Ta’ule came over once more, this time carrying a small bowl of water.

“It’s not your fault,” he said softly as he knelt between the two medics. Braig wasn’t sure if he was being spoken to, but he nodded anyways. Go’ann regained his breath, growled once to clear his throat, and shot Ta’ule an almost venomous look.

“Oh, don’t you start, too.” He said, struggling to prop himself up on his elbow. Ta’ule’s ears mimicked his posture as he shot up straight, hands pressed to his chest in a gesture of surrender, before he ducked behind (the much smaller) Braig for shelter. Braig let out a squawk of protest, and Ta’ule changed his tactics to scurry a few paces back.

“Get back here!” Go’ann called, an affectionate rumble tinting the hue of his voice. Ta’ule let out a quiet chirp, backing up a few more steps.

“If you make me get up, these two–” A gnarled hand was waved to Braig and Makula - “Will weave my mane into belts, and that will be on your shoulders, you rascal!” In spite of himself, Braig smiled and shook his head, and he heard Makula chuckle. Life was hard, here, and would continue to be so until they got rid of Grau and his regime, but he supposed it wasn’t as bad as it could be, yet.

BAD MEMORY:

Every step he took burned. Every breath he drew was ragged and laboured. The air was thick with the scent of rust and burning iron and ozone and scorched earth. He’s grown almost used to it by now, almost finds this more familiar than the smell of his mentor’s robes, the smell of his journal’s pages, the ancient scent of the Temple corridors.

His fingers clutched at the dampened fabric of his robes. Red seeped out to stain his fingers, coarse fabric warm, but growing cooler as he trudged on. His balance was off, the steps on his right side falling heavier than on his left, but he pressed on regardless.

The wind blew in gentle swirls around his feet, kicking up eddies of dust and sand. His boots were covered, painted almost grey in contrast to their usual soft brown colour. He swallowed, scratching his tongue against the roof of his mouth and grimacing at the feeling of grit that filled his mouth. He was tempted to spit, but he knew that wouldn’t help. Besides, he knew he needed to conserve water. He’d already lost a lot, through the sweat that continued to drip down his back and the blood that leaked into his eye. Head wounds always bled worse than others, he told himself, raising his free hand to wipe at the trickle until his vision was at least somewhat cleared. The smear across his skin was marred with blackened ash, making a gruesome sort of war paint on the face of a veteran who was too young for the title and too old for his age.

Aside from the rhythmic cadence of his footsteps and the whispers of the wind, the only sound was the dull clang of dust and debris blowing into the discarded carcasses of battle droids, and a sharp, high-pitched ringing in his ears. They littered the ground at his feet, and he occasionally stumbled over them as he walked.

He didn’t seem to notice.

The earth under his feet was dried and cracked, devoid of any life aside from the flies that feasted on the remains of the fallen. (The only real victors of this war, he thought.)

Up ahead, he saw the smoking remains of a village. The shells of the buildings were stained black, their edges jagged and torn as they cast crooked silhouettes across the barren wasteland. He swallowed, thick and painful, and he tightened his grip around his tattered ribs. He thought it was cauterised well enough, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. His fingers twitch against the roughened, painful skin, easing a few more drops of red down his palms. He felt his breath hitch, though he’s unsure as to whether that was due to the falter in his concentration, or because of the chill that seeped through the Force.

He urged himself to continue onward. As he entered the village, the stench of poorly-cooked meat filled his nose. He let his shields fall just enough to probe for signs of life. He saw none, only charred corpses of people fleeing, hiding in their houses, laid out on the street like animals to the slaughter. He felt a stinging in his eyes and staggered, stopped, fell to his knees in front of a fallen woman sprawled over the bodies of her children.

All the fighting, everything they had done, had all been for nothing.

It hadn’t been enough.

(He hadn’t been enough.)

#long post //#death //#child death //#burns //#violence mention //#injury //#illness //#unsanitary //#ask to tag #moonscared #&& scars reveal us; grau tessk #&& brave new worlds; padawan #&& far far away; drabbles

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