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BAD BUDDY EP 1 OUR SKYY 2 BAD BUDDY EP 1
#i don't really have a quote for this one but instead a series of observations because I Am Just Like This#this is another set of not exactly mirrored parallels#but in a really fun way#the ep 1 interaction happens after the fight where they settle the current issue between their faculties#the os2 interaction happens after the 'fight' that has set off some bad blood between the faculties#like pat mentions over lunch he can't give up the auditorium now because it's a matter of pride#not his pride but his faculty's#the first punch hit pat because it was the first time patpran had been conspiring together in 3 years#the new one happened because pran is focused on the work they both have to do#'it was not the time to be lovey-dovey' because he was thinking work#(also why he pushes pat away from the mosquito net kiss)#(if they start being lovey dovey now they're not going to get anything done and pran knows it)#the first one ends with pat walking away after a bit of teasing from pran after they share a moment#the new one ends with pat walking away after a bit of teasing from pran because their moment was ruined#but the one similarity#'happy now?' both of them ask#and both times the answer is 'kind of. but it's not enough. not yet'#parallels my beloved#bad buddy#bad buddy brain rot#bad buddy series#our skyy 2#our skyy bad buddy#kk.gifs#pdribs#uservid
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The Elite College Students Who Canât Read Books
Nicholas Dames has taught Literature Humanities, Columbia Universityâs required great-books course, since 1998. He loves the job, but it has changed. Over the past decade, students have become overwhelmed by the reading. College kids have never read everything theyâre assigned, of course, but this feels different. Damesâs students now seem bewildered by the thought of finishing multiple books a semester. His colleagues have noticed the same problem. Many students no longer arrive at collegeâeven at highly selective, elite collegesâprepared to read books.
This development puzzled Dames until one day during the fall 2022 semester, when a first-year student came to his office hours to share how challenging she had found the early assignments. Lit Hum often requires students to read a book, sometimes a very long and dense one, in just a week or two. But the student told Dames that, at her public high school, she had never been required to read an entire book. She had been assigned excerpts, poetry, and news articles, but not a single book cover to cover.
[...] Twenty years ago, Damesâs classes had no problem engaging in sophisticated discussions of Pride and Prejudice one week and Crime and Punishment the next. Now his students tell him up front that the reading load feels impossible. Itâs not just the frenetic pace; they struggle to attend to small details while keeping track of the overall plot.
No comprehensive data exist on this trend, but the majority of the 33 professors I spoke with relayed similar experiences. Many had discussed the change at faculty meetings and in conversations with fellow instructors. [...] Daniel Shore, the chair of Georgetownâs English department, told me that his students have trouble staying focused on even a sonnet.
Failing to complete a 14-line poem without succumbing to distraction suggests one familiar explanation for the decline in reading aptitude: smartphones. Teenagers are constantly tempted by their devices, which inhibits their preparation for the rigors of college courseworkâthen they get to college, and the distractions keep flowing. âItâs changed expectations about whatâs worthy of attention,â Daniel Willingham, a psychologist at UVA, told me. âBeing bored has become unnatural.â Reading books, even for pleasure, canât compete with TikTok, Instagram, YouTube. In 1976, about 40 percent of high-school seniors said they had read at least six books for fun in the previous year, compared with 11.5 percent who hadnât read any. By 2022, those percentages had flipped.
[...] Mike Szkolka, a teacher and an administrator who has spent almost two decades in Boston and New York schools, told me that excerpts have replaced books across grade levels. âThereâs no testing skill that can be related to ⊠Can you sit down and read Tolstoy?ââ he said. And if a skill is not easily measured, instructors and district leaders have little incentive to teach it. [...] The pandemic, which scrambled syllabi and moved coursework online, accelerated the shift away from teaching complete works.
[...] But itâs not clear that instructors can foster a love of reading by thinning out the syllabus. Some experts I spoke with attributed the decline of book reading to a shift in values rather than in skill sets. Students can still read books, they argueâtheyâre just choosing not to. Students today are far more concerned about their job prospects than they were in the past. Every year, they tell Howley that, despite enjoying what they learned in Lit Hum, they plan to instead get a degree in something more useful for their career.
[...] For years, Dames has asked his first-years about their favorite book. In the past, they cited books such as Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre. Now, he says, almost half of them cite young-adult books. Rick Riordanâs Percy Jackson series seems to be a particular favorite.
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where pride meets love
synopsis: in a u.a. highschool reunion, your husband is up next in introducing his family.
pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader
âč àŁȘ Ë notes: inspired by @call-memissbrightside
the gymnasium at u.a. is alive with activity, filled with faculty, students, and heroes from all walks of life.
katsukiâs standing near the back, holding your baby girl in his arms, her tiny hands clutching at the fabric of his hero uniform, her eyes wide as she takes in everything around her.
his expression is a mix of annoyanceâbecause honestly, this whole âfamily introductionâ thing is a bit muchâand tenderness, which only those closest to him will ever notice.
you stand beside him, your hand resting on his arm, and for a split second, you catch a glimpse of something different in his usual scowlâsomething soft.
youâve seen it before, but only in moments like this, when heâs looking at the little life in his arms or the family heâs built.
principal nezu steps forward with a polite clap of his paws.
âthank you all for coming! weâre glad to have so many wonderful alumni here today. if anyone with families would like to introduce them, nowâs your chance.â
the crowd goes quiet, waiting for someone to step up. katsuki glares around, crossing his arms over his chest, but itâs obvious heâs trying to look disinterested in the attention heâs about to receive.
it doesnât work, though. he feels all eyes on him, even before nezu directs them that way.
you give him a small smile, teasing him with a gentle nudge to his side. âyou ready to show your family off?â
he scoffs but doesnât pull away. instead, his gaze softens just a little when he looks down at your daughter, who smiles up at him with those same bright eyes you both adore so much.
his chest swells, and despite his usual gruffness, his pride is impossible to hide.
you feel it tooâthe silent understanding between the two of you, the knowledge that this moment, in front of everyone, is just another reflection of how far your life together has come.
with a sigh, katsuki straightens his back, shoulders broadening as he stands a little taller. âalright, fine. letâs get this over with,â he mutters under his breath. but then he clears his throat, lifting his chin just a bit.
he shifts his daughter against his shoulder, gently adjusting her so sheâs more comfortable in his arms, and with a look at you that says, here we go, he raises his voice for everyone to hear.
âthisââ he gestures to your baby, her tiny hands reaching for him in her usual, curious wayââthis is my kickass baby.â
he flashes a rare smile down at her, the kind that could melt the hardest of hearts, before pulling you into him with his free arm, draping it over your shoulders.
âand this here,â he says, puffing his chest out slightly, âthis is my kickass wife, y/n. the best damn woman in the world.â
you catch his eye, and for a brief moment, it feels like the whole room has faded away. thereâs only the two of you, standing side by side, as he proudly introduces you to everyone in his own way.
a few of the students near the front start whispering to each other, smiles on their faces. kirishima, always the supportive friend, claps katsuki on the back, his grin wide.
"man, you really went all out with the family introduction, huh?" kirishima laughs, his voice loud enough for katsuki to hear.
katsuki looks over at him, narrowing his eyes, but thereâs no malice in his gaze.
instead, itâs just the usual katsuki way of pretending to be annoyed. âshut it,â he growls, but his hand tightens around yours.
kirishima raises his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling. âIâm just saying, youâre looking like a proud family man.â
âdamn right I am,â katsuki mutters, his gaze falling back on your daughter, who is now gripping his finger as she babbles in her own little way.
his eyes soften again, a rare, unguarded moment that no one else seems to notice, but you do.
you always do.
as the buzz in the room continues around them, katsukiâs gaze remains fixed on your daughter, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles as he watches her reach for his hand.
sheâs talkingâif you can call it thatâher baby words tumbling out like sheâs already got something important to say.
you can hear the quiet adoration in katsukiâs voice when he responds to her, low and soft, âyeah, yeah, I hear ya, kid.â
you lean into his side, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders feeling like home. itâs one of those moments where everything feels right.
amid the chaos, in front of so many people, katsuki looks just like the dad you always knew heâd beâstrong, protective, and completely head over heels for the tiny person in his arms.
the crowd slowly starts to disperse, some students moving towards the refreshment table, others chatting amongst themselves.
katsuki stays still, barely noticing the shift in the room. his eyes stay locked on your baby, a tiny, content smile playing at the edges of his lips.
âwant me to take her?â you ask, nudging him gently with your elbow. âyou look like you could use a break.â
katsuki looks down at your daughter, his arms tightening ever so slightly around her. she stares up at him, her big eyes soft and trusting, and for a brief second, it seems like time stands still.
then, just as quickly, he shakes his head, but the fondness in his gaze remains.
ânah,â he mutters gruffly. âsheâs good here. Iâm fine.â
you let out a small chuckle and settle against him, your hand resting gently on his arm as you watch your daughter settle down against his chest, a soft yawn escaping her lips.
katsuki pulls her a little closer, his other arm winding around you, bringing you both in.
the way his grip tightens around both of you, the way his hand moves just a little bit to the back of your neck, drawing you in closer.
you rest your cheek against his shoulder, and the sound of the crowd fades to the background.
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Ooh shit I had the worlds worst thoughtâ Megumi snapping at Fushigojo mom OF ALL PEOPLE in the heat of some kind or argument or bad day or something and blurting out âyouâre not my momâ and then just AAAH IT WOULD BE SO SAD ALL FOUR OF THEM WOULD BE HEARTBROKEN AND MEGUMI WOULD BE SO UPSET WITH HIMSELF đđđđłïžđ¶ââïž
things have been difficult since tsumiki had fallen into a coma.
it's hard not to feel her absence at home. the empty seat at the dining table, the untouched laundry left folded in the hamper. somehow she's everywhere and nowhere, and it hurts.
you and satoru are heartbroken of course, but you can't begin to imagine how megumi feels.
at first he'd been quiet. megumi had always been quiet, but this was different. the two of you used to sit in comfortable silence, content to read quietly in each other's presence. now he shuffles to and from his bedroom barely uttering a word, silence hanging heavy as you try to coax him into staying.
then his grades had started slipping. you weren't awfully concerned. his teachers had been sympathetic enough to exempt him from final exams, and excuse any late or incomplete papers. despite his record of delinquency, he's always gotten high marks.
you could excuse these things. the silence, the grades. he's a little brother missing his big sister, and he's hurting.
but now he was starting to act out.
picking fights at school, talking back to faculty, giving attitude.
you startle where you stand in the kitchen when the front door suddenly slams shut, revealing a grumpy looking megumi. he kicks his shoes off, making a beeline for his room without stopping to greet you.
satoru holds a hand up before you can ask, walking over to the genkan to fix the sneakers.
"what now?" you ask, wiping your hands on your apron when your husband returns, kissing your forehead.
"suspended indefinitely for fighting," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "he has to write an apology letter to everyone involved, and the headmaster said that next is expulsion."
"he can't keep doing this," you frown. "one of us needs to talk to him."
satoru is quick to touch the tip of his nose. "not it."
you roll your eyes (like megumi would, is that where he got it?) "yeah, it's probably best that you don't. he'd bite your head off."
he leans back against the counter, relieved. "yeah, i'd justâ wait. you're doing that reverse psychology stuff on me again!"
feigning cluelessness is easy. "what are you talking about?"
"when you tell me i shouldn't do something and it makes me want to prove myself!"
"not my fault you're an incredibly prideful man."
"and just this once, i'll actually admit that talking to moody teens is not one of my many skills," he says. "this is your territory. you're the only one he might listen to. you've always been his favourite."
deep down, you know that he's right. you're the first one megumi goes to for everything. the first one he comes to with a new bump or scrape. the one whose side of the bed he squeezes into when he has a nightmare. the first one he talks to when he has a fight with a friend, or his sister...
you learned pretty quickly that megumi hated when people fussed over him (it came with his lone wolf tendencies) but he always let you.
so you steel yourself with a deep breath before knocking on his bedroom door.
"megumi?" you call gently. "can i come in?"
you decide to take his muffled response as permission, twisting the knob and slowly pushing the door open.
megumi's sat on the floor with his back pressed against the bed and his knees drawn up to his chest.
you close the door behind you. "thank you for letting me in."
he hums, peeking at you over his knees.
you sit on the floor across from him, rubbing your palms against your thighs. "i know that whatever we're feeling can't compare to how bad you're hurting, but we're worried about you."
"i'm fine."
"you're not, and you can't keep acting out at school."
"okay, i'll stop," he shrugs.
you should stop here. but you know megumi. he's only saying it because he knows that's what you want to hear.
you reach out, gently grasping his hand. "megumi, please. you can't keep this all in anymore. you always talk to meâ"
"i don't want to talk about it," he snaps, jerking away from your touch. "can you just leave me alone?"
you flinch a little, surprised by the slight raise in his voice. he's never yelled at you. never snapped at you like that.
you're pushing too much, you realize. he's not ready to talk yet, you have to apologize.
"megumi, i'mâ"
"justâ just stop!" he shouts, expression stormy. "stop fussing over me, you're not my mom!"
to his credit, megumi looks like he regrets the words immediately, lips already shooting off an apology you can't seem to hear.
it does nothing to soothe the way your chest aches, full of hurt and a touch of betrayal. those words shouldn't hurt you as much as they do. he's right, you're not his mother.
but you don't even get to utter a word before the door swings open, a pissed off looking satoru striding into the room. shit. so he had been listening. "listen here you little shitâ"
you stagger to your feet, stepping between your boys. "satoru, don't. don't! he's just upset."
"he can't talk to you like that!"
"let it go," you plead. "fighting is the last thing the three of us should be doing right now, okay?"
the three of you stand there for what seems like a lifetime, letting all the pain, frustration, and heartache fill the quiet apartment.
satoru shoots one last stern look around you before drawing a deep breath and focusing on you. you do the same as his hands come up to cup your cheeks, thumb swiping a stray tear away.
"we're just gonna give you some space, megs."
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"he didn't mean it," you remind satoru again that night, when sleep seems to be avoiding the both of you.
"i know. he still hurt your feelings though."
"well, he was right. i'm not his mom."
your husband tuts softly, reaching across the mattress and pulling you into his chest. "so what if you didn't give birth to them? you're something better because you chose them. you chose to love them and raise them when you didn't have to."
"of course i had to. they wouldn't have lasted a week in your care."
"oh? now who's being a little shit? i see where megumi gets his attitude from."
foreheads pressed together, the two of you laugh quietly. you feel light for the first time in weeks. the man holding you close, the boy sulking in his room, and the girl laying in the hospital.
they're your family, and you know they'll always love you as much as you love them.
waking up in the middle of the night to megumi squishing between you both (and satoru actually letting him) is as good a sign as any.
#gojo x reader#keeping up with the fushigojos#[đâinbox]#WOOOOO IVE HAD THIS IN MY INBOX SINCE LIKE JANUARY#anon thank you for this
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đđđđđ đđđđ đđđ (p.js)
pairing: doctor!jay x reader (f)
summary: youâve always thought dating a doctor was hot until you started realising his job was taking your placeâ but donât worry, being a doctor meant jay could always stitch your broken heart up!
warnings: fluff (like, 3am typa fluff), early 2000s au, childhood friends to lovers but theyâre already lovers, angst (with comfort) cuddling and kissing, a little suggestive (no smut), they grow up together (narration starts from 18), mentions of stress and fainting, mentions of pregnancy, fighting, if more lmk. NOT PROOFREAD.
published: 29th April 2024
wc: 10.5k (longer than i intended ;-;)
tag list: @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted @wtfhyuck @kim2005bomi @luvpjs7 @sundoie @sunghours @anittamaxwynnn @tinie03
It was the last summer of senior year at high school, the year that everyone would choose what path to undertake, the life they wanted to live, the job they wanted to get.
As scary as it sounded, you didnât want to think about it yet, just to focus on living your last summer as a teenager before adulthood kicked in with all its difficulties and challenges.
You were laying on the bed at Jayâs holiday cottage at the lake, the temperature of the afternoon was too hot to let you stay outside, so you seeked some escape from the humidity in his bedroom. The grids were only slightly open to let some sun rays enter the room, just enough not to turn on the light.
You were reading a pook, wearing only a dump swimming suit and a pair of jeans shorts, you drenched the sheets but you knew it would be perfectly dry by the evening, so you didnât really care.
Jay laid on the other side of the bed, your feet beside his head as he studied an anatomy book. You had a clue on how difficult it was to enter the medicine faculty, but seeing your boyfriend giving up his whole summer just to bury his nose in those headache-bringers books made you feel sympathy for all the doctors.
The book in your hand had become boring five minutes before so you just closed it, letting it rest on your chest. You nudged Jayâs arm with your foot âIâm bored.â You let out a small sigh
He looked up from his study material and gave you a soft smile before reaching out to pat your ankle. "I know you're bored, baby. But I'm only an hour away from finishing this.â Jay gave you a reassuring smile
âAfter Iâm done we could go outside and sail the small boat?â A couple of minutes of silence passed and he was ready to you making a fuss about how boring and dull studying was until you said âOr maybe I can help you with your studies?â
"You sure that you wouldn't mind helping me with my studies?" He replied, raising his eyebrows. He let go of your ankle, but he quickly pulled you by your knees while you were curled up on his bed and laid you on top of his lap instead, so now you were using his body as a mattress.
âIâm not as smart as you,â You murmured, snuggling comfortably on his chest as he placed the book in front of both your faces. The amount of latin and difficult words made you close your eyes right away âIâll just flip the pages when you need.â
Jay let out a low chuckle and pressed a featherlight kiss on your head. It was a small team game, he tried to involve you in his studies, making you ask him some questions to know if he had said it right.
You felt a warm sense of pride in your chest to know that your boyfriend was working so hard for the sake of his dream. You flipped to a page that had a big skeleton drawing on it, beside it there was a man with all the muscles without skin.
You scrunched your nose at the amount of names all the bones and muscled had âYou memorised all those names?â
âNot as easily as others do," He confessed, letting out an audible sigh as he caressed your head. "I find it easier when I explain the answers to someone who's willing to listen."
You looked up to his face, your eyes shining with endless love âIâm always willing.â
Jay gave you a sheepish smile, hooking one arm under your knee to intertwine both your legs together. He squeezed your hip in response and you two resumed studying together.
After around fifteen minutes, you started to become bored again. All those letters made your eyes feel heavy, you blinked them a few times âAre you done yet?â
He chuckled softly as he shook his head from side to side. "I still have to memorise more chapters," He sighed, looking up at you with an apologetic grin.
Despite his efforts, it was clear that he was having troubles memorising the contents of the page, and even he knew he was going to be up for quite a while more.
You caressed his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body even under the white sleeveless shirt he was wearing.
You toyed the necklace you had given him for his fifteenth birthday in your fingers, the same jewel he had sworn to never take off âWhat are you studying now?â
He raised his eyebrows and looked down at you, smiling as he watched you play with the necklace. "Right now I'm studying about different body systems and conditions, the respiratory system." he said, looking back down at you
You laid your ear on his chest and he fell silent, you tried to hear his breath and commented with a forced funny voice âYour lungs function well.â
âI guess they do.â Jay chuckled, rubbing your back as he continued to study.
The room fell silent once again but your head was full of thoughts.
You started thinking about your future, you pictured yourself in different situations or workplaces but none of them seemed good enough. Or maybe it was you not good enough.
"You know, it's admirable that you already know what you want to be in the future..." You murmured, snuggling closer to him.
The corners of his lips spread into a small smile as he heard your compliment. "Is it admirable for someone my age?" He asked softly, brushing your hair out of your face
âUh uh,â You hummed, flipping another page for him âI donât know what I want to be,â You confessed quietly âI donât see myself anywhere.â
Jay raised his eyebrows as he stopped studying for a long moment to give you his whole attention.
He then looked down at you and lifted your chin to face him. "Are you really unsure about what you want to be in the future?" He asked, his eyes searching for yours.
Your eyes met his deep brown once, and you shook your head, feeling vulnerable. âNo, I donât.â You sighed softly âMy mother⊠My mother wants me to go to some sort of job counsellor.â
Jay let go of your chin to caress your back again âThatâs a great idea, actually.â He encouraged, smiling gently. âI mean, itâs better to ask for help now than choosing something you donât want to do⊠ainât it?â
You hummed, dropping your head on his chest âI guess so.â Your tone went quiet and he had been with you enough to know you didnât want to discuss that topic anymore.
A few minutes passed by and your yawn caught Jayâs attention. He caressed your head, letting his hand run through your hair âYou should get some sleep, Y/N.â
âAnd whoâs gonna flip your pages?â You asked, your tone sleepy and your eyes clearly fighting to stay open
He chuckled, placing an incredibly soft feather-like kiss on your nose âI can flip them myself, you look like youâre going to pass out from your tiredness.â
âI guess I could.â You rested your head more comfortably on his chest and closed your eyes. âBut when I wake up you better be done studying.â
Jay nodded âAlright baby.â He smiled, watching as you drifted off to sleep right there in his arms. At moments like that, he thought he was the luckiest man alive to have youâ and he planned to never love you.
âȘ©âȘš
College years had arrived and to no oneâs surprise, you and Jay were still a couple. Seriously, you two loved each other too much to stay away from the other, even with your busy schedules.
You were laying on the lower bunk bed in his dorm. His roommates were out for dinner and left the whole house for you two. And obviously, what was Jay doing instead of spending time with you? Studying.
You acted like you didnât really mind, flipping through the pages of a magazine. But seeing his back facing you, his hand moving as he was scribbling things on his notebookâ you couldnât help but feel sorrow.
âAre you going to study the whole night?â You asked quietly, not wanting to sound rude as you rolled on your wide to face him.
Jay raised his brows and finally turned around to look at you. His face was tired, pronounced dark circles under his eyes and he had probably skipped his self care routine for a few days. That didnât make him less attractive, though.
âPretty much,â He replied âIâm kind of behind on a lot of study materials.â
âOh.â You nodded, shifting again to face the mattress of the other bed on top of Jayâs. He took in your bored expression and grimaced âYou know you donât have to stay here while I study, right?â
âBut we donât have time to spend together apart for some evenings,â You stated, looking back at him with a pout.
He chuckled softly, letting out a quiet sigh before closing his study materials and walking over to the bed. He climbed in beside you so he was under the covers with you. He then pulled you in and cuddled you tightly. "I know," He murmured, squeezing you a little tighter âI know baby.â
You rested your forehead on his shoulder. âIâm sorry, I don't want to disturb you.â
Jay laughed quietly as he kissed the top of your head. "You're not disturbing me in the slightest bit, so don't apologise,"
He said, running his hand through your hair gently. "I honestly don't mind having you beside me while I study." And you knew that, but sometimes you felt as if you were just an element of disturbance in his daily life.
It all started when you saw him fall into a deep slumber anytime he sneaked in your dorm, like he hadnât closed eye for weeks; then how heâd always find a way to escape your dates to review a few materials and like now, when heâd study with only you in the room.
You knew he didnât do it on purpose, he was just trying to survive college, and you felt guilty to have such resentment.
You looked up at him from his shoulder âI just⊠miss you nowadays.â
His eyes instantly softened "I miss you too.â He sighed âI know Iâve been studying a lot more lately, and I understand if you feel like I'm not spending enough time with you," He admitted.
âAnd I understand that youâre busy,â You acknowledged âYou always work so hard for your degree.â
Jay smiled sadly and rubbed your arm up and down "I know I study like crazy, but it's because all of these things matter so much in the future.â He started explaining âIt means that I'll be able to have a more secure job and..." he sighed again and paused before continuing âAnd i wouldn't have done this if I knew I couldn't spend time with you."
Your brows knitted âDonât say that.â You raised your head so you could look into his eyes.
âYouâve been wanting to be a doctor since we were kids, Jay, Andââ Your voice cracked a little âI canât guarantee weâll be forever together, but youâll always have a stable job with the degree youâre studying for.â
Jay nodded âI know that tooâŠâ He rubbed his temples, frustrated âI just wish I could spend more time with you.â
You smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek âItâs okay, when exams season is over weâll go on a small vacation, sounds good?â
He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your body while pulling you closer towards him. "Sounds nice." he murmured, planting gentle kisses on your forehead âAlthoughâŠâ
You asked in a quiet voice "Although?" Jay looked away, âI still have a big exam coming up next month," He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know how well Iâm going to do, honestly."
âOh,â You gulped, blinking âAnd why do you think so?â
Jay gave you a half-smile "I Just feel like I'm not studying enough. The material i need to memorise.. Itâs so muchâ I'm worried that I won't be able to remember most of it when the time comes."
You stayed silent for a few beats, trying to find any solution to help him âMaybe we should do a no-contract month?â
It took him a moment to process what you said "A no contact⊠month?" Jay repeated, looking away at the wall "Do you mean.. as in no contact with each other? For the entire month?"
You nodded slowly, not sounding sure of your own choice âSo you donât have any distraction and can concentrate on your classes?â
He raised his eyebrows, letting out a long and steady breath before speaking. "I understand it might help me with my studies, but.." Jay looked away from you again, unsure "Don't you think it's a bit too extreme?"
You fidgeted with the blanket, looking down âI know..â
âI mean... it seems pretty extreme." His fingertips then began to massage his temples. "You're right though, I do get pretty distracted when we're together, and my studies have been lacking because of that."
You tried to mask the pain you felt in your heart with a small smile âItâs just a month.â
Jay couldn't help but frown at the idea of not talking to you or seeing you for an entire month. "Yeah, butâ" he started, but then suddenly realised. "Wait, does this no-contact month also mean that we can't meet either?"
âPeople usually do it after a break up, but we can do it just to focus on college. Itâs like weâre off but we arenât, we just donât talk to each other for a month.â You exclaimed, nodding
He bit his bottom lip âWe really canât meet for a whole month? At all?â
âBaby, listen,â You caressed his cheek, propping yourself up on your elbows. âI donât like this either, but itâs for the best?â You asked âI donât want to get in your way.â
He sighed once again âYouâll never get in my way, never say that.â He then slowly nodded his head.
"I completely understand your point, but...it just feels way too bizarre.â His brows were furrowed. âI mean, we're used to talking every day, for us to stop talking for an entire month, it's just..." His words trailed off as he sighed and looked away.
You moved some hair away from his forehead âJust until your next exam.â You said âIâll work my part time job, save some money and weâll rent somewhere for a week, just us.â
Jay looked at you, worry painted all over his face âAnd youâre sure youâre completely okay with doing this?â You gulped down âNo,â You whispered âBut Iâll have to.â
He seemed to debate your suggestion, silence filling the room. After a couple of minutes, he caressed your cheek âFine, I guess it's what's best for the both of us right now." He murmured.
âJust stay with me tonight,â You begged, âWeâll start tomorrow.â
His heart broke a little at your wobbling bottom lip âLetâs make the most of the night, my roommates will be back in early morning anyways.â Jay was still surprised you suggested that weird break, and he was even more stunned he had accepted.
You took his face in your hands, bringing him in for a kiss. âI love you.â You murmured on his lips.
Jay softly smiled against your mouth before he kissed you back, wrapping his arms tightly around your body as he started to pull you into him. His arms squeezed you more as he deepened the kiss a bit more, letting out a soft groan into your mouth. "I love you more.â
âNo, I love you more.â You stated. He smirked and shifted position so he was now on top of you, resting his weight on his elbow not to crash you down âBet?â
His hand cupped your cheek before slowly sliding down on your chest. You gasped since it was cold. âJay⊠someone might hear us.â
âI don't care,â Jay shook his head, his tone breathless. His mouth claimed yours once again, full of unspoken but mutual feelings âBe mine for the night.â
âIâm always yours.â You said, letting him do anything he wanted, knowing you had made an oath to never leave his side.
âȘ©âȘš
Finally, college had almost finished and it was the last day before university. Anyone wouldâve been on cloud 9 but you felt a pang of sadness. It meant you and Jay had to part ways, the university he had chosen was in the big city, five hours away from your hometown.
You waited for him outside the graduation hall, seeing groups of overjoyed students throwing their hats in the air.
Jay came out of the room, rushing after having read your message. He wore his graduation gown and looked ever so perfect.
He saw you, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face as he started to walk to you.
He was incredibly nervous about leaving for college and it showed on his face as he approached you, but seeing you there made everything else seem a bit less threatening.
He finally reached you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You came," he said softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
You hugged his chest and whispered âHow could I not?â Jay squeezed you back as he grinned, "I'm glad that you did, but I was already sure you would.â
He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek âYou never miss a single big milestone of mine.â
âIâm afraid youâre stuck with me, doc.â You teased him with the nickname, but your teary eyes gave away your true feelings.
âThis year has gone by so fast.â He murmured, caressing the back of your neck "And of course Iâm stuck with you. I wouldn't have it any other way." His smile was so gentle it made you fall for him over and over again.
But the grin on his face disappeared as quickly as it appeared, making you frown âWhatâs wrong?â
Jay shook his head, âIâm just worried about us now since we'll have to do long distance."
Your lips trembled but you still managed to let your words out âWeâll be okay, right?â
His heart sank as he noticed your trembling lips. He gently squeezed you and gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Of course we'll be okay. If anyone's going to make long distance work, it's the both of us.â
Jay caressed your cheek with his thumb âI believe in us, and Iâm going to come back as often as I can so we have time together. It'll be okay."
âRight,â You forced out a smile âWeâll make it work.â
âIâll be back for summer, we can always go to the lake cottage,â Jay reassured, knowing youâve always loved your summer trips to his holiday house
âAnd whenever we have a holidayâ" He muttered, a small frown appearing on his face when he realised that you wouldn't be able to see each other as often as they used to.
You couldnât hold it anymore and a few tears fell down your cheeks, you sniffled âOf course.â
His eyes widened when he noticed you were crying "Hey... hey, hey, hey," He murmured softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "Don't cry right now, everything's going to be okay, mh?â
âIâm sorry,â You shook your head, smiling with sad eyes âI donât know why Iâm crying.â
Jayâs face contorted into a painful expression, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
He had always hated seeing you crying, but knowing that he was the reason behind your tears made his stomach close. âYou know that I'm going to miss you just as much as you'll miss me once we're long distance, right?" He asked.
You chuckled and nodded, sniffling once again âIâll be here waiting for you, Jay.â
"I'll be back for you every chance I get," He promised, squeezing you a bit tightly.
"Remember to keep in touch constantly, alright? No matter how busy we are, let's always make time for each other over the phone." Jay took out his phone from the pocket. âI bought this new Nokia only for you.â
You smiled widely and showed him your phone, a Nokia of the same type just in a pinkish colour âI bought this for you too.â
Jay pulled your face close to his chest, caressing your head and hair in a gentle manner, just like he always did.
He never failed to make you fall for him with every small action, treating you as if you were worth it. And to him, you were worth every fight, every difficulty coming with relationships. Heâd endure it all just to be with you.
âIâm sorry,â You took a deep breath, trying not to let your voice shake. âI didnât even congratulate you.â You smiled widely, âIâm so proud of you, baby. I really am.â
Jay hadnât realised how much he needed to hear that until he did.
âThank you. Seriously, thank you, for always being by my side.â He placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead "You know, since it was your graduation today as well... Maybe I should give you a graduation present.â He trailed off âI actually have a surprise for you, if you would like it."
Your brows shot up in surprise âYou do?â Jay nodded and motioned you to wait.
He battled a little with his gown before retrieving a tiny velvet box from the pocket âHere you go, baby.â Your eyes scanned it, âWhat is it?â
Jay bit his bottom lip to hide his smile âOpen it.â He held it out for you to take. You gave him a small stare before opening the small box, revealing two couple rings.
Inside there was also a note that said âOne day you'll get the wedding ones.â Your breath hitched.
He smirked as he watched the expression on your face change, becoming incredibly surprised and even a bit teary-eyed as you opened the box.
His eyes softened as he glanced down at the rings âI know they're not the actual wedding bands and it'll take a while until we get to that point... but I wanted to give you these as a symbolic gesture of me promising that we'll be married someday."
You mumbled nonsense for a few seconds, happy tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt overwhelmed by his sudden actions âI love them, I love them so muchâ I love you.â You blurted out.
Jay held you against his chest as you both embraced each other. "I love you too," He whispered, burying his head into your hair. "I love you so much."
âOh lord,â You stumbled a little back to look at the rings once again âHow much did you payâ They look so precious.â
âDonât mind that,â Jay wiped the remaining tear stains âYouâre worth it, so very worth it.â He tucked your hair behind your ear âAnd youâre right, theyâre precious. Like you.â
You rolled your eyes and hid your face in the crook of his neck âYouâre so romantic.â Jay planted a small kiss on your head âYou like it when Iâm romantic.â
You stayed like that for a few more minutes, just melting into each otherâs embrace.
You then sniffled and took one ring out of the small box âDoc, would you mind giving me your right hand?â He chuckled and held his hand out for you âNot at all.â
Jay smiled back as he let you place the ring on his finger, his heart instantly warming up when he realised how real this all really is.
He was finally going to be able to say that he was officially engaged, that he was soon going to be married to you. Jay looked down at the ring as you finished and his eyes started to tear up a bit.
"Thanks," his voice barely came out of his throat, but he was still able to softly smile.
You then gave him the small box and held out your hand for him. He gently squeezed your hand âShall i?" He asked as he motioned towards your finger, wanting to put the other ring on it.
âPlease, do.â You whispered, the anticipation killing you.
Jay carefully took out the ring and looked it over for a couple of seconds.
He then slipped the ring on your finger very slowly, making sure that it was fitted well âIt fits perfectly.â He commented, kissing your knuckles, barely brushing his lips on them, like a true gentleman.
You sniffled again and let out a euphoric chuckle before wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your lips on his, never wanting to get away from that boy.
The moment you kissed him, his arms tightened around you, not wanting to let go of you ever again.
He had never felt this way before until you came into his life, back in third grade. He had truly felt complete, that he had finally found the person he would spend the rest of his life with. âI want you always," he mumbled softly between the kisses.
âI want you forever,â You murmured back with the same sincerity. He kissed your lips once more, needing to fill his nostrils with your sweet scent, his mouth with the taste of you before he had to move away for five years.
âȘ©âȘš
A couple of years passed and between ups and downs, you and Jay were still strong. Long distance was difficult, you couldnât lie, but keeping yourself busy with your small cafĂ© and meeting whenever you two had free time was enough for you. Besides, you could still call with your matching Nokias.
Which was your plan for that afternoon, you sat down on a table at your cafĂ© and dialled his number, mindlessly playing with the ring on your finger as you waited for him to pick up, hoping it wouldnât go to voice mails.
One the call reached Jay, he smiled as he recognized your number on screen, picking it up immediately. It had been some time since you both had called each other, so hearing your voice brought a smile to his face before he opened his mouth and greeted you. "Hi, babe.â
âHey,â You whispered, relief evident in your tone âAm I calling in a bad moment?â You asked, hearing chatterings from the other line.
âNo, no, not at all.â He sat down on a bench outside his university building âWhat are you doing? Just working?â
âYeah,â You sighed âBut business hasnât been going well nowadays.â
His heart instantly sank as he heard about how business hadn't been well. He wanted to be your support system always, even when he wasn't there physically as much as before. âOh no⊠I mean, you're doing your best with it, right?"
âI guess I am.â You replied "No, you are." He quickly corrected you âDo you want me to come over so that we can talk about it? We can work on solutions or at least brainstorm."
You were quick to dismiss âNo, donât do five hours of train just for a small complaint of mine.â
Jay tried to recall in mind his schedules, he had finished lectures for that day, which meant he could come to you and then take the late evening train back to the city âBaby⊠Donât tell me not to come over if you need me there.â
"Iâm serious, Jay, it's okay," You murmured quietly "I just needed to hear your voice, if you have free time you should use it to rest."
The way that you cared for him made his heart beat fast. "I'll gladly come over," He said softly. "I have time to spare. plus.. if I come over, I can actually hug you and comfort you better than over the phone, canât I?"
âYou already came over three weeks ago.â You stated âI know, but like I said, Iâd rather spend time with you than not.â
You dismissed him once again âIâm fine Jay, you donât have to.â
âBabe, donât tell me youâre fine if youâre not.â Jay pleaded âI donât think you are, let me come over.â
You stayed silent a few beats âWhat about uni?â He knew youâd ask âI finished classes for today, I can come over for a few hours and then come back before classes tomorrow.â
You sighed, your voice cracking a little âI could really use one of your hugs.â
âOkay,â Jay breathed out âIâll be there, wait for me at your cafĂ©.â
Hating that he couldnât teleport right to you, he hurried to the train station and waited, knowing you were going through a rough path.
You hardly ever asked for help, and Jay was sure whatever was going on had been haunting you for a while for you to call him in such a state.
After a few hours, the door of your cafĂ© opened, making the small bell ring. You turned around and started saying âWelcomââ When you realised it was your boyfriend.
Jay entered the cafe, his eyes instantly searched for you and his face lit up when he found you. It wasnât hard, you were the only one there.
You were running towards him and he felt his whole heart melting. His arms were wide open and he smiled warmly, taking you into a warm embrace.
Jay immediately pulled you close to his chest, burying his head in your hair and breathing you in.
It had been three weeks since he last was at your side and the scent you had filled his lungs as he finally was this close to you again took him aback by how familiar and comforting it was.
You sobbed quietly, letting out all the tears youâd been holding as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, smelling the familiar scent of lavender of his clothes softener.
Your whole body quivering almost uncontrollably, and he knew you were hiding so much sadness behind those tears. âShhh... shhh.. It'll be okay," He hissed softly, his voice calm and soothing as he kept whispering those same words to you over and over again.
You pulled away slightly, your whole face contorted in a frown âThey wantâ They want to shut it down.â
Your sentence lacked context but he realised that your cafe was probably going to be closed down soon.
He didn't want your business to close, especially when he knew that it was your pride and joy. He pulled you back into his chest again, âIt'll be okay. We'll figure something out.â
âIt wonât!â You snapped, your voice breaking âIt never doesâŠâ
Jayâs heart hurt even more as you shouted, your voice sounding so defeated and sad.
He didn't like the harsh reality you were facing and the fact that you would be going through thisâ Jay was supposed to protect you from the world, but he had neglected you for too long.
âOh Godââ You blinked faintly, realisation hitting you âI didnât know why I shouted, Iâm sorry.â
The corner of his lips turned upwards briefly. "Hey, don't apologise for showing emotions." He gently dried your tears "Itâs just... so frustrating to hear how you're losing something that you care about, that you've put so much effort in and that you're so passionate about."
You let out a bitter chuckle âIt always goes this way.â Jay wanted to scold you for always thinking so low of yourself and never fighting, but he was in no position for that.
âI donât know what to do,â You shook your head to emphasise your words âIf it shuts down how will I pay the rent? I wonât have any money.â
Jay could feel you panic and didnât want that stress and worry to get to you. "We'll figure something out," He said as he gently cupped your face and lifted it up so that you were staring at him. "We'll figure something out. You're not going to be in this alone, I promise."
You shook your head once more, sobbing âIâll have to move back with my parentsâ weâll be even further away.â
The possibility of you moving into your parents' home still made him feel sick. He wanted to keep you close to him and wanted to share a home with you.
He wanted to move in with you, not have you move back to your parents' house.
"Y/N, it's not going to come to that," He muttered softly, kissing your forehead. You sighed and let yourself go, your weight pressing on him âIâm just so tired.â
âLet me take some of that weight off you, baby,â Jay whispered âIâm here.â
You stayed silent a few beats, letting the mere presence of Jay put back the shattered pieces of your soul. âYou just had five hours of train and all I did was complain.â You dried your tears with your thumb.
You showed him a faint smile âSit, Iâll make you a cup of coffee.â He nodded and walked to the nearest table, sitting down.
You made him a cup of coffee and sat down on the chair opposite to him, smiling âIt's on the house.â
He grinned softly as he took the cup, the smell of the coffee filling him with delight.
It was such a simple thing and yet it meant so much to him, given you made it. "Oh, so even though you're in a rough patch, your hospitality has not gone," he teased playfully before taking a sip.
âCall it boyfriend pass.â You winked at him. You then cleared your throat and fidgeted with the ring âHowâs uni?â
Jay took another sip âJust uni, lectures⊠assignments here and there, many exams.â He trailed off âJust very busy.â
Your brows knitted in guilt âIâm so sorry you had to come here.â Jay took your hand in his, your rings tingling as they touched âYou needed me, You needed comfort." He chuckled lightly. "And there's nowhere else I should have been other than here."
You answered with a smile and took your chair, scooting close to him. You put your head on his shoulder âWant me to stroke your hair for a bit?â He asked and you nodded âPlease.â
Jay started stroking your hair, sipping the coffee with the other âHow do you feel right now? Better?â
You chuckled âLess like a wreck.â A few minutes of silence followed until Jay asked âAre you scared of losing the cafĂ©?â
"I feel like all the efforts I made weren't enough." You closed your eyes "I should've settled for a more stable job."
"But that would've made you so unhappy, you know?" he spoke softly. "Baby, I feel your enthusiasm every time you talk about your cafĂ©, donât regret something that made you happy.â
âWhat about you?" You raised my head and rested your chin on his shoulder to look at his face "Do you ever get so tired of studying you want to quit?"
"Sometimes," Jay admitted. âThere were plenty of all night studying sessions that kept me up and made me question how I got to this point in life." He laughed, nudging your side playfully.
"But I would've never thought of quitting. I know it's going to pay off in the end." You hummed âOf course, You always work so hard.â
"And so do you," He whispered softly, squeezing your hand gently. "Sometimes I don't understand how you work at your cafe for so long and still have energy left to do other things... and sometimes I'm just worried about you overworking."
âYou donât push yourself too much right?â He asked, his voice laced with worry. Your sudden silence made him wonder if you were not telling him something.
âI fainted once.â You confessed. His grip tightened around your hand as he looked down at you, âYou fainted? When? Why didn't you tell me about it?"
âBefore Christmas break.â You whispered âIt was exam season, I didn't want to distract you.â
It was in moments like those that Jay felt like giving everything up. Because why on earth would you think you were being a burden, a distraction to him when you literally fainted?
"No, no... you should have told me, even if I was busy. I would've come to you then." You sat up properly âI didnât want you to.â
He was speechless for a minute, his mind trying to process what had happened. "Why wouldn't you want me to know? How could you go through it on your own?â
"Jay, Jay," You said, taking his face in my hands. "I'm grand, alright? I'm doing fine."
"I don't like that you hid something so serious from me," Jay muttered softly, his eyes meeting yours. "It's too important to hide from me."
âI know,â You nodded, letting go of his face âAnd Iâm sorry.â Jay nodded at your apology âHow did it happen?â
You sighed âI couldnât afford to keep other workers so I had to run the cafĂ© alone, I ran around and around and then I had a few other things.â You gulped down, recalling the moment âI went to bed feeling a little dizzy, I paid it no mind but the next morning as I woke up I fell flat on the floor.â
Jayâs whole world shuttered. He looked down to the floor, his jaw tense as he took in your words âYou shouldâve never ignored those signs, Y/N.â He called you by your name only when he was serious, his low voice sounding a little scary
âHow could youââ Jay took a sigh, trying to calm down âIt couldâve been worse, something could have happened while you slept, you couldâve hit your head..â He looked as if he was on the verge of tears.
âJay..â You murmured âIâm okay now, I know the risks I took, I was incoherent.â You took his hand in yours âIt wonât happen again.â
âI should just transfer back here.â He got up from the chair, pacing around the room âI can take the train everyday to the city, I can do that, yeah.â
âNo.â You stopped him âJay, no.â
âYes,â He turned around, facing you. His breath was heavy âY/N, youâ you couldâve died.â
âI didnât.â You tried to soothe but even you felt like your efforts were worthless. âThat doesnât change the fact that I almost lost youâ and I wasnât even aware!â Jay looked like a maniac, his hands in his hair and his eyes bloodshot from frustration.
There was a moment where you both just stared into each otherâs eyes, no words exchanged. Your eyes were full of regrets for having kept that from him and his were filled with the same emotion for not having taken care of you the way he shouldâve.
âDonât give up now, not for me.â You shook your head, slowly walking closer to him until you touched his forearm with your fingers, letting him know you were there. Breathing.
âYouâre worth it.â Jay breathed out the same words heâd been repeating you, looking down at you, studying out features. His glance was so soft it almost hurt âNot this.â You shook your head.
Jay pulled you into a hug, so tight and full of emotions âJust three more years and weâll be together.â He murmured âJust a little bit longer and we'll be able to share an apartment together. Just you and me."
You smiled on his chest, hugging him back âAnd weâll get married.â
His entire face lit up with glee whenever you mentioned the idea of marriage, his finger swirled around the ring on your finger. âAnd we'll get married," He whispered softly, his eyes still focused on yours. "We'll finally be married and our families will finally stop asking us about our wedding plans," He laughed, the previous tension already forgotten
âDonât even get started.â You laughed as well
"Yeah, for me it's my mom constantly bothering me with 'so when is it going to happen?'" He paused for a moment and cocked his head to the side playfully. "And for you? Is it your dad that's constantly bringing up the topic?"
You smiled and nodded âHeâs afraid heâs going to die before he can walk me on the aisle.â
âThatâs just a better incentive to wife you up.â Jay held your arms in his hands, gently rubbing them. You looked up at him and couldnât help but cup his face, bringing your lips to him once more.
Jayâs eyes lit up the moment you kissed him. He let out a soft murmur, his lips responding to your kiss softly.
âI missed you,â You murmured between kisses âI missed you so much.â
âI missed you too,â Jay responded, his lips travelling to the back of your head, tilting it to deepen the kiss âOnly three years and youâll be mine forever.â
âI think Iâve always been yours.â
âȘ©âȘš
Another year had passed and New Yearâs Eve came. A bummer that Jay could not come back to you those holidays because he had found a job to maintain his studies and was simultaneously studying for an extra course. After the small fight you had at the cafĂ© (that shut down not long after) you two grew closer, if it was even possible.
Despite the long distance, you felt so connected to him. You dialled his number, feeling as you waited for him to answer.
Your phone beeped a bit before hearing his familiar tone on the other end. "Hey babe," His voice was as bright as ever âDid you miss me?"
âHi,â You breathed out, sniffling due to the cold temperatures âI donât miss you at all.â You teased
Jayâs brows furrowed slightly as he heard you sniffle. "Hey, are you okay? Are you sick?" He asked instantly with concern, ignoring your playful joke and wanting to make sure you were alright.
"I'm outside!" You explained happily, looking around at all the people inside the main square "Fireworks are nicer if you see them from here."
He let out a sigh of relief when he heard that. âGood. you gave me a bit of a scare there, babe. Are you enjoying yourself?â As expected, the soon-to-be doctor always worried for nothing.
âNo, there are so many couples here," You joked "My boyfriend is so evil he didnât even come to me."
Jay chuckled softly "Oh yeah? Just wait until I'm there. I'll make all those couples in the whole square jealous." He groaned, "Ugh, I can't believe I'm missing being with my girlfriend when we should be spending the new year together."
"I understand," Yoh reassured, looking up at the huge clock ticking close to the new year, a feeling of both nostalgia and excitement washing through you. "What are you doing now? Donât tell me youâre studying".
âWell... you guessed it," He admitted softly, â...Studying. I have a final exam for my extra course coming up soon."
âNo, Jay.â You said sadly âNot now.â His brows furrowed at your sudden change of tone and he asked âWhatâs wrong?â
You sighed âCan you drop your pen and walk to the window?â
Jay was caught off guard by the unexpected request. Though he had no reason to resist you, he set his pen and his open study books aside and stood up. He walked to his window.
"Three more minutes before the new year," You murmured "Look at the fireworks with me, the sky is only one so it makes me feel closer to you."
His eyes immediately turned to the outside, looking at the fireworks and the sky that was lit up by so many bright colors. It was breathtaking, and his eyes took it all in as he stood in the window, watching the sky as the time slowly ticked towards the new year.
He could almost imagine you right next to him, both of you watching the beautiful display together. "Yes," He whispered, âI can almost feel you right next to me."
âOne more minute!â You squealed happily, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend.
Everyone started laughing and screaming, clapping their hands as the clock struck midnight, the sky lit up with more fireworks âHappy New Year, baby.â You told Jay and he said back the same words.
âJust one year and half until our big plan.â You stated, looking down at your ring.
âJust one year and halfâŠâ He repeated, a small smile displayed on his face
âWeâll be alright⊠Wonât we?â You asked, your voice quiet, barely audible with all the external noise. But Jay still heard you, he always did.
The question you asked was so simple, but it carried a lot of weight to it. "Yeah. We'll be okay, babe." His soft voice assured you of that. "Of course we will. We have always managed to find ways to deal with distance... we'll be fine."
You looked around and saw couples kissing and holding hands, spending that special time together. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, you stepped away from the square and back on the way to your apartment "Can you stay on the phone a little longer? Until I get home..."
âOf course baby,â Jay reassured, playing with the necklace he always wore. âIâll stay on the phone as long as you need me.â
You started walking, your nose red and cheeks hurting from the cold weather âItâs so cold nowadays.â You commented.
"Hey... you're okay, right? Are you sure you'll be alright making your way home alone? Are you wearing enough layers?â Jay asked softly, his tone of concern obvious.
You chuckled at his words âDonât act like my mother.â
He laughed along with you. "Sorry... I justâ worry too much about you sometimes. you know?â
You nodded though he could not see you. âI know, but I'm grand here.â You hummed âIâm an independent woman.â
âThat may be true,â Jay stated, his whole face shining from the light of the fireworks âBut your boyfriend here is worried about your health, especially in this cold weather.â
"Iâm about to reach home and then i'll take a warm shower and go to sleep," You murmured, placing your free hand in your pocket "You don't study until late night, ok?"
"Well..." His voice was playful "No promises, a man's got to get good grades.â But your tone wasnât âPlease Jay⊠At least not today.â
âOkay, alright.â He knew you were just worried for him the same way he was for you âIâll stop studying for tonight.â
âPromise?â You asked, âPromise.â He answered.
âThen, after you take a shower, can you stay on the phone for a while?â Jayâs voice was laced with vulnerability, the long distance taking a ton on him as well.
Your voice softened at his words âOf course baby,â You whispered âIâll stay with you on the phone.â
âHey, Y/N.â Jay murmured âYes?â You said, fiddling with the keys.
âI love you.â You stopped moving for a moment, âI love you more.â
âȘ©âȘš
Years passed by and vows were exchanged, Jay and you now happily lived together.
You still remembered that day when you got him at the train station, feeling all giddy to finally have the life youâve always dreamt of with the only person youâve ever loved.
You thought all your vicissitudes were over, that your many many years of patience had finally paid offâ but no, because Jayâs traineeship was taking your place yet again.
Despite the fact that your apartment that once looked lifeless was now hosting a couple, it seemed as if it had lost its previous colours with your gloomy demeanour.
Jay spent all his day at the hospital, learning new things and trying to build a good relationship with his superiors.
And itâs not like you werenât happy for himâ No, you were overjoyed⊠but what about you?
Since you two became a couple, it felt as if you had spent all your life waiting for him, waiting for the life you two had promised to build together, but the only effort came from you. And now that you were married, the crack in your heart started to become a chasm.
Everything went downhill when, one day, you woke up yet again to an empty bed, the wrinkled sheets the only proof they Jay had spent the night there. He came back late and got out in the early morningâ an endless circle that maybe he was used to when he was still a student.
But now Jay was your husband and you seeked all the things any wife wished for. Just some quality time would have been enough.
You got up from the bed and held your breath when you heard a noise coming from the living room. Quietly, you tiptoed to the bedroom door, peeking from the glimmer of the half-closed door.
A rather messed up Jay stomped around the house, in search of something. You got out of the door and walked inside the living room âJay?â You asked
Without even greeting you, he just said âWhereâs my spare gown?â
You blinked faintly, your mind still a little empty from sleeping âI donât know.â Jay let out a deep groan âI told you to wash it the other day.â
âI still need to hang it with the laundry.â You replied, now remembering âYou know I need it to work, Y/N.â His voice was low
âThe other one?â You asked âDirty,â He just mumbled, fumbling with some shirts âHey! I had folded them neatly.â
âFold them again.â Jay just answered âI need my gown, we have an important meeting today with the head doctors.â
âItâs dirty,â You stated âJust ask one of your colleagues to lend you one.â
âThereâs my name on the gown.â He stopped and dropped the clothes on the floor. âI canât talk to them while wearing someone elseâs name.â
âJust cover it.â Jay rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, âIâm trying to help you.â You said, noticing his distressed behaviour.
âWell, youâre not.â He tsked, making you open your mouth in disbelief. Jay looked at you, raising a brow âWhat?â
âWhat?â You asked back with a frown âYou just disrespect me and the work I do in our house and you ask âWhatâ?â Your voice was dangerously low.
He gulped, glancing down at the discarded ironed clothes on the floor. He picked them up and placed them on the chair once again âHere.â
You let out a sigh and looked away. âJust take your dirty gown and go to your meeting.â You said harshly.
Jay ran a hand through his hair, frustrated âListen Y/Nâ I didnât mean to be so rude.â You still refused to meet his gaze.
âPlease, love. Donât get mad now.â He walked a step closer to you but you just backed away, making him frown âWhatâs wrong?â
âEverything.â You muttered, your eyes full of hurt now locking with his dark ones. His breath hitched as he took in your pained expression.
âW-Why?â He asked, genuinely confused, âIf itâs because of thisâ Iâm sorry, Iâm just so stressed.â
âAnd I am tired.â You stated âI am tired of waking up to an empty bed and going to bed the same way, I am tired of spending all my holidays alone because of your work.â
You let out all the build frustration you had felt through the years âI am tired of waiting for you, Jay, when will all this end?â
Jay raised his hands to caress your arms but you stepped back again, not needing to break down now, but needing to set this straight.
âI know, Iâve been so busy lately.â You scoffed, âYouâve always been busy.â
âIâve been waiting for you my whole life, Jay.â Your tone was shaky, âIâve always supported you, since we were kids and even more after we became a couple. But I feel like I missed the most beautiful years of my life because of you.â
His breath sagged âDonât say that..â
âBut itâs the truth.â You stated âI said more âI miss youâs than âI love youâs in this relationship.â
âIââ Jayâs bottom lip wobbled. âIâm sorry..â
You sighed, shaking your head. You then glanced up to the clock âItâs already eight, youâll be late to your meeting.â
You turned around and were about to walk into the bathroom when Jayâs big and strong hands wrapped around your waist âI love you, Y/N.â He said, almost desperately.
You tried your best not to let your tears fall âI know,â You whispered âBut maybe you love your job more.â You shrugged away from his embrace and locked yourself in the bathroom.
Jay tried to open the door but you had already turned the key, he helplessly knocked on it âY/N, please, letâs talk this out.â
As much as you wanted it, your whole body and mind was drained from the constant feeling of sorrow you said in a quiet voice âJust go away, Jay.â
Yeah, he wasnât going to do that. âPlease, come out, letâs talk.â He pleaded
But you just dismissed him once again âI donât know the things Iâd say if we talked now.â
Jay knew he had messed up, really bad this time, and he wanted to make it right. To make it up.
How could he be so obvious to your pain? How could he have not noticed?
You had all the right to be mad at him, in fact, he deserved the slaps you shouldâve given him. He deserved your anger, your resentment.
He wasnât in his right mind that morningâ Truth is, he hadnât been for quite some time.
Traineeship was so exhausting, coming from a whole adulthood of self sacrifice and sabotage, he thought he was the only one suffering. Turned out you were as affected by his actions as him, if not even more.
Jay was so lost in thought he hadnât even realised he had been typing the same word countless times in the report of the previous meeting. As much as he tried not to think about it, his mind kept drifting back to you.
One of his colleagues noticed his gloomy demeanour and sat on the chair in front of Jayâs desk, tapping his fingers on it âHey there.â He waved a hand in front of his face.
âNot now, Jake.â Jay groaned, resting his face on his hand, his cheek slightly crushed against his palm âIâm not in the mood.â
âDamn man,â The doctor with the heavy australian accent commented âWho pissed in your cornflakes?â
Jay took a deep sigh, shaking his head âNo one, I just am an emeritus douchebag.â Jake raised a playful brow, âTell me something I donât know?â
But the death glare he received from the other party made him nod in acknowledgment âTroubles in heaven?â
Jay frowned âHowâd you know?â And Jake just smirked in response âYouâre so obvious.â
He then leaned his elbows on the desk âTell me everything.â
Jay tsked âWhy should I?â And Jake clicked his tongue back âDude, believe me, youâll feel better after you confess your sins.â
âWhy do you assume itâs my fault?â The Australian eyed him up and down âIs it not?â
Jay sighed heavily, running a hand on his face âI messed up really bad.â
He nodded, letting Jay know he was listening âY/N⊠Sheâs the best thing that ever happened in my life,â He started âShe is my first friend, my first love, my first kiss and time⊠It has always been her.â He smiled unconsciously.
âBut I failed her, I think, I havenât realised sheâs been suffering in silence all these years.â Jay shook his head at himself.
âDoes she regret your marriage?â Jayâs eyes widened at such a statement âGod, I hope not.â But then he bit his bottom lip âI wouldnât blame her if she did, though.â
Jake sighed âListen man, I met Y/N only once or twice, but I see the way she looks at you.â
âHow?â Jay asked âAs if you were the only one in the whole world, and I mean it.â
âBut maybe she doesnât anymore,â Jay sighed softly âMaybe I lost her for real this time.â
Jake raised a brow, âYou love her?â Jay looked at his colleague as if he had just offended him âIâve always loved her and I always will.â
âDamn right!â Jake smirked, âNow, go tell her.â He shook his head, âIâm on duty.â
Jake sighed and turned the computer screen toward him, he opened a few types and typed on the keyboard and he turned towards him as well and then smiled victoriously âNot anymore.â
Jay glanced at the screen just to see his name had been replaced with Sim Jaeyun on the file with all the rounds âWhy?â
Jake got up from the chair and patted his mateâs shoulder âGo get your wife back before itâs really too late.â
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âIâm coming home right now, Iâm coming back to you and Iâll make sure you actually stay, both physically and mentally. Iâm so sorry for everything baby, and I know this voice mail will probably find you in a desperate state and it breaks me to know I am the cause.â Sigh âI just hope you can forgive me, because I love you, definitely more than my job.â
You replayed Jayâs voice mail countless times, his voice breaking, clearly on the verge of tears. You sat down on the sofa, waiting anxiously for the front door to open, and when it did, you raised to your feet.
Jay rushed inside, almost stumbling as he took off his shoes and gown, discarding both of them on the floor. You both stared at each other, just taking in your presence âHi.â You breathed out.
Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Jayâs arms wrapped around your body, your head pressed against his chest âForgive me, love.â He whispered in your ear.
You pulled away, just enough to look inside his eyes âItâs okayââ âItâs not.â He cut you out, âDonât lie baby, not anymore.â
Jayâs deep, brown eyes were so sincere you felt your heart skip a few beats âIâve been foolish, I didnât realise your discontent for nine whole years. But I do now, I see all you sacrificed just to be with me. I see you.â
You smiled gently, looking up at him. He didnât fail to notice the swelling and redness in your eyes âI see you too.â You whispered, placing one hand on his cheek.
âYou saw me even before I saw myself.â Jayâs tone was gentle, he leaned on your palm âYou never miss a single big milestone of mine.â He repeated the same words he said back during graduation day, the day he promised your hand. âI feel like I crashed your dreams, ruined your life.â
âNo,â Your brows knitted âNo, Jay, donât ever say that again.â Sincerity filled your eyes âYou are my dream.â
A tear fell down Jayâs eyes, a quiet sniffle escaping him. You brought his head down on your shoulders and gently patted his back âWhy are you crying?â
âI thought I lost you again, because of my stupidity.â He shook his head, clinging onto your waist as if you were a lifeline.
You took his hand in yours and brought it on your chest âDo you feel it?â You asked. Jay raised his head and stared at you with teary eyes. He concentrated on the palm on your chest and felt your heart beating fast.
âThatâs the effect you have on me.â Jay looked like a lost child at your words âStill?â
âThen, still, always.â You nodded your head, your lips curling into a soft smile âWhat happened this morning, to both of us, it was the anger speaking.â
Jay gently held your hand and brought it to his lips, his knuckles brushing on your ring finger. âI want to focus on you more, to make up for all those years weâve lost because of my job.â
âWill you let me?â He asked, his head tilting to the side âYes.â You breathed out
âIâll take care of you,â He brought you closer by your hand, your chest flush against each other âIâll spoil you rotten.â He brushed your hair away, his breath hitting your skin, making you shiver âMy dear wife.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, murmuring on his lips âI want to have a baby, Jay.â His brows shot up in surprise âYou do?â
âYes,â You caressed the back of his neck. âI want to be the mother of your children.â
âDamn love,â Jay let out a shaky breath. âYou canât say things like that without bearing the consequences.â
You bit your bottom lip, bringing him down to you âIâm ready to bear them.â
Jay took you in his arms in a swift movement, carrying you over his shoulder and spanking your ass âTo the bedroom.â
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âHey, love.â Jay sat down beside you by the porch of the holiday lake house, placing a mug of iced tea on the table.
âThank you.â You thanked, taking it in your hand with a groan âI really miss coffee.â
âI know,â He smiled gently, caressing the swelling of your belly âBut caffeine isnât good for the baby, is it?â
âDad! Can I sail the boat?â Your eldest daughter asked, pointing at the boat near the shore of the lake âFine, but be careful!â Jay shouted so she could hear and you both watched as she sailed the little box you used to sail as well during high school summer break.
You smiled, recalling the old memory, and Jay did the same, watching your face as if you were the best view of all.
âDo I have something on my face?â You asked, feeling a little self-conscious âBeauty.â He winked at you and you nudged his shoulder playfully.
His eyes fell down on your belly once again, a warm expression displayed on his face âThank you so much, Y/N.â
You frowned at his sudden thankfulness âFor what?â
âFor everything,â His voice was full of sincerity âFor this baby, for our other daughter, for being by my side.â
âAnd thank you for loving me.â Jay added, once again kissing your ring finger, this time his lips lingering a little longer on your knuckles.
âOh, Jay.â You let out a shaky breath âThatâs very effortless.â
Your eyes then fell down on the necklace, the same one you gifted him for his fifteenth birthday. Your fingers unconsciously reached for it as you began playing with it âYou still wear it?â
âIâll take it in the grave with me.â
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Are you able to right a gojo fic? He pulls you aside after a meeting to a spicy makeout with you that leads to more than just a make out:,)
đ. đ§đšđđ: "more than a make out" indeed, lmao
âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit reader; minors DNI - canon divergence; you're gojo's partner who works in Tokyo jujutsu tech with him - kissing; making out - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - breast sucking - deep impact position - praising - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, princess, sweetie) - cameos: Ijichi and Yaga - Gojo is a touch-starved fool, bless him lol.
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âY/n~~!â
ââŠ! Oh, Gojo!â
âAhh, itâs Gojo-sensei!â
Being the strongest sorcerer in the modern world is a hassle, no matter how much Gojo loves to shake it off as if itâs not. Not that he doesnât mind it â no, no. If anything, he prides himself in it. It fills his ego, knowing that a scarce few could be compatible with his power. Heâs a dependable light for the jujutsu world, sorcerers of the nation thankful that he's not on the wrong side.Â
But alas, being the best has its taxing side, especially taking in tedious missions across the land and attending mandatory meetings with the entire jujutsu faculty body â not to mention being a teacher. The white-haired sorcerer was a busy man â no other way to explain it. However, the worst thing about it all was that there would be times when heâd have less time to spend with a certain someone who had him in the palm of their hands. And if he keeps being away from them, he might â no, will â malfunction.Â
You were Gojoâs partner, his sweet baby that he cherished more than anything. You were a faculty member of Tokyo Jujutsu High, making things a little easier for the two of you to meet and elope (professionally). Nevertheless, those moments seem to frequent less and less with how many meetings have Gojo backed up this past week. The poor guy canât even remember the last time he heard your sweet voice (which is a lie since you call every morning and night; he makes sure you do).Â
Although, today would be different. Once this meeting with the Kyoto officials ended, he made a straight beeline out of the room to find you. And to his cheerful chuckle, he skips in your direction when he sees you conversing with Yuuji in the hallway. The salmon-haired teen greets his teacher with a high-five and a bow from you.Â
Yuuji hears Megumi call for him from outside, so the boy dismisses himself with a goodbye and wanders off, leaving you and Gojo to yourselves.Â
âHello, Y/n~,â the man says your name with a happy tune, his lanky figure swaying to be close to you.
âGood noon, Gojo,â you greet him again with a modest smile as the tall man walks to you. âHow was your meeting? Did the officials give you a tough tiâMmmph!?âYour boyfriend surprises you with a kiss, taking in your perplexed moan with his pillowy lips. One peck comes after another while Gojoâs hands sneak to your waist. You quickly push him away, but his hold keeps you close to his figure. âGâGojo, what are you doing!?â You express your concern in confusion, covering your lips with a hand.Â
âMmm? What do you mean? Iâm greeting my princess with a kiss,â the blindfolded man says so matter-of-factly, beaming his delighted demeanor that nearly blinds you. âI miss you!â
âI miss you, too, but you canât justââ He tilts his head as you try to explain. You chew your lip with cheeks boosting in warmth, averting your glance away from his charming face thatâs inching closer and closer to yours. His eyes are masked by the black cloth around his face; however, you can still sense the intensity of his gaze. âN-Not in public, Gojo...â
He plays the whining card, bringing you in for a tight hug that could restrain your breathing. âEhhh, but I havenât seen or touched you in days! See, weâve been apart for so long that youâre going back to referring to me by my last name!â
âI always call you by your family name when in the school, no??â
âYeah, but thatâs only for when people are around, not just the two of us!â His complaints are genuine, swaying around with you in his arms. You roll your eyes, listening to him yap more. âCome on, Y/n; itâs been such a hectic week for me, missions after missions, meetings after meetings. Any more than this, and I just might combust â especially when I donât have time to see my angel.â
You hear him make fake crying noises to your shoulder, reminding yourself how much your tall, strong boyfriend can be such a whiny puppy if heâs away from you for too long. But you canât kid yourself; you missed spending time with him just as much as he did. âI know; I wanna see you more often, too. Donât you worry, okay? This week is almost over, so keep pushing through like the tough man you areâŠHehe, my strong Satoru.â
The snow-haired sorcerer springs up with a childish smile at the use of his name, his dimples present with the shine of his teeth. âIf thatâs what must happen, can your strong Satoru ask for another kiss to make his hell a little bearable?â
You give him a look at his request, but his anticipation doesnât falter. With a sigh, you smile and whisper, âJust a kiss, Satoru?â
He chuckles lightly, drawing his mouth close to yours. âYes, princess.â
His soft lips land on yours. Thereâs no restraint as you welcome him, your hands coming around to cup his cheeks before breaking the kiss. âOne more,â he says before your nose is brushed away from his. You comply and place another gentler peck, and the man sneaks a hand from your waist to the back of your head. You withdraw your lips again, but Gojo utters another âOne moreâŠâ Your stomach does flips knowing what game heâs trying to play. Another kiss is received, and his leg sneaks in between yours.
You mewl, finding yourself stuck in this predicament. Heâs now in control, using this opportunity to deepen the kiss and make it more passionate, sucking your bottom lip and running his tongue for more access. You have no choice but to accept him, whimpering at the tongue intruding into your oral cavity while his leg moves further and further.Â
Your hands come to his shoulders, gripping his jacket as the Gojo furthers himself into the kiss. The hand behind your head keeps you steady, keeping him focused on your mouth, where he sucks on your tongue in a way that leaves you breathless â like, actually. After he quits the kiss, you two are gasping for air so hard, and your lips are wet because of him.Â
âHahhh, âToru, stop,â you wipe spit from your mouth. âWe canât be doing this hereâŠâ
Your complaint falls on deaf ears, the sorcerer placing chaste kisses on your cheek. âHmmm, why not?â
âMmm..Someone, your students, weâd be caught hereâŠâ
Gojo smirks; itâll never stop being adorable how bashful you are around him, particularly when he expresses his undying affection for you in public. But he will respect your wishes, and the idea that pops into his head makes him giggle.
Before you can process anything, Gojo picks you up with your legs held up and a hand on your back. You squeak at the unexpected action, grabbing a hold of his neck to balance yourself. Your mouth opens to express your bewilderment. Yet one moment, you two are in a hallway of the school; then youâre transported to a familiar room with a bed the next â your bedroom.
You blink in perplexity as Gojo throws you on top of your bed, stammering to find the right words. âSatoru, I wish youâd stop teleporting without letting me know! And donât you have another meeting to get to!? Why are we in my apartââ You donât finish that sentence; you stop yourself once Gojo crawled up on the bed to you. Suddenly, you feel too small to utter a word.
âSorry, baby,â No, he wasnât. Not with that childish grin posted on his face. He brings his face to yours, placing more smacks on your lips. âBut youâre the one who said we shouldnât be doing this on school grounds. Heh, you act so cute when youâre shyâŠâ
âNo, Satoru, we canâtâMmmm,â silencing you with kisses was such a vile card, knowing youâd be whimpering under him just from him twirling his tongue with yours. âMmph..MmahâŠ! Youâre scheduled forâŠanother meetââ
âShhh, donât worry; I can be late for a few minutes,â another lie. If Gojoâs late to another meeting, Principal Yaga will put the younger man in a chokehold again. âIâll make this quick, I promise. So, just let me enjoy youâŠâ
Sucking your tongue is all it takes for you to give up on trying to persuade him out of what heâs doing. Gojo takes off and throws his jacket to the bedroom floor to let his black fitted tee breathe, and his hands initiate unbuttoning your blouse. He then slithers it down to the bottom of your long pencil skirt to pull up, greeting your undergarments with his digits. You jerk at the contact of his middle finger that presses on the damp spot of your panties, earning a faint, salacious laugh from Gojo.Â
âAwww, did my baby get wet just from kissing earlier?â He rubs the underwear further, soaking the spot more with your fluids. Your thighs tremble, âDid you miss me that much?â
âSatoâOooh!â He sinks his finger deeper into your entrance; the material barrier is so wet from your essence seeping through. âYour finger...Mmm.â
âWhat is it, cutie?â He whispers to your ear, and you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a moan. âYou want my fingers?â You nod sheepishly, amusing the snow-haired man. âNow, Y/n, you know I want to hear you tell me what you want. Use your words, princess.â
You gulp to satiate your dry throat. âYess, Satoruu, I want your fingers. Please, let me cum on your fingersâŠâ
âThatâs my angel,â he praises before straightening himself between your sheer pantyhose-covered legs. After sliding your damp panties off, he brings a leg to his shoulder and finally slides his blindfold off his face, his hair losing its spiky position and falling with gravity. Cerulean eyes catch a glimpse of your wet cunt in his sights, biting his lip. âMade such a pretty mess all for me, huh.â
His hand returns to your now bare chasm, sliding his ring and middle finger between your soaking folds. You hum to the touch, gripping on your blouse to use as reins. After a few seconds, he inserts the middle digit inside, immediately going to work after he pulls a gasp from your surprised body.
Slow motions sneak up on you, scraping your velvet texture with the blunt fingertip. His slender digit pushed and pulled from inside you, making sure you took him to the knuckle. He swirls it around, evoking shaky screams from him, scratching your inner walls so diligently. And your eyebrows furrow once the movement quickens.
âHooohh, ohhh!â You threw your head back to the pillows. âAhhnn, faster, go fasterâŠâ
âHmm? You want me to go faster?â He teases with a perched brow. He does as asked, but with a catch; he sneaks his ring finger inside with your slick as lube. You shriek, two fingers now ravaging your insides and pleasing you with faster shifts. âLike this?â Did you even have to answer that; were you gripping the sheets and hips moving on their own not enough?
âOooo, fuahhh, fuuckk, âToru, nooo, yâre making meâŠHoohh!â
âYeah, thatâs right,â he kisses your calf before placing his lips on your ankle to lick playfully. âJust let me make you feel all good.â
Fuck did Gojo miss this; itâs been more than a week since heâs had his hands on your body like this. The constant meetings have almost made him forget the warmth and plush of your frame. He needed this, like, BAD. Heâs barely containing himself now; the image of your slit taking his fingers so well is bubbling his excitement, and the tent of his pants that shields a boner grows painfully hornier.
You were bound to cum on his fingers in no time, howling with an arched back when he does the âcome hitherâ motion and scrapes your inner walls. They contract around his digits as your legs tremble with the surge of your orgasm. Gojo loves the sight and stirs the fingers to tease your keen nerves more. âGood job, sweetie,â he kisses your ankle again while slowly removing his fingers from you, inserting them inside his mouth to lather his tongue with your juices. He almost caves in just from the taste.
But a sudden buzz in the pocket of his pants alerts him. He brings out his phone ringing with a call and presses the green button before pressing the device to his ear. âYo, Ijichi.â
âAh, thank goodness you picked up. Where are you; the meeting starts in a few minutes.â
âMmm, Iâm at Y/nâs,â even if youâre in a tiny daze, your face morphed into an expression of shock at his nonchalant honesty. âIâm only here to grab something real quick, and then Iâll head back to the school.â
âAre you sureâŠ?â
He laughs, âNow, Ijichi, are you calling me a liar?â
That was precisely what he was â a whole liar.
ââTaahh, ahhhn, Saâoruuuuu! Yer hitting shoo deep inâSaaahh!!â
Itâs been a solid fifteen minutes after that call with Ijichi, and Gojo is still in the confines of your bedroom. He was very much late; of course, he was. Why would he not be? He finally has this chance to have you to himself, so heâs indulging it however long he wishes.
Gojo ripped you out of your clothes to meet with his clothing on the floor, leaving you bare and nude for him aside from your pantyhose. Youâre lying on your side with one leg up on Gojoâs shoulder while the other is between his, and his cock now pushing to and fro inside your chasm that was filled with his come.Â
His thrusts were sharp and rough, the curve of his dick jabbing areas in your vagina you never thought would be stimulated. Jesus, his length was dangerous, having you babbling incoherent words to the air and reaching so deep inside that you quaked under him. Your brain is stuck in a haze, especially since this is the second time heâs fucking inside you and made you cum a total of three times!
âOhhmy, Gohhhd! SatoâOhhhhâŠ!!â He grasps around your leg to plunge himself further and faster, the work of his pelvis having you see stars.
âHsshhh, God, you feel so fucking good, baby,â he coos sweetly, juxtaposing with the erratic pace of his hips that move your figure with every rut. Azure orbs take in the display before him; your naked body submitted to him to alleviate his week-long stress and please the both of you. Strands of his silverfish-white hair are drenched from the sweat built on his forehead. ââHmmgh! ShitâŠkeep clamping onto me like that.â
You chew on your lip, sneaking a hand down on your clitoris to whisk your fingers around it. Oh, it feels so good, playing with yourself as your boyfriend massages your insides. âMmaaah, sâ good...â
âHmm, whatâs that?â His hips now go slow; the stretch his curve causes when entering inside has your toes curl. âWhat feels good?â He then snaps his pelvis to startle you.
ââMmmph!! You! Yâu feel so good, âToruuu..!â
âHeh, you feel amazing yourself, Y/n,â returning to an erratic rhythm, Gojo pumps his cock til the base kisses your squelching folds. His balls smack onto you after every push. He then curves downward for his face to be closer for you to hear him, âHmmnn, you gonna be good and come again, right?â
You nod cursorily, your eyes shut to enhance the feeling of you rubbing on your bud. âYesshh, Iâm so close, I wanna cumâŠWant you to fill me uâUuuhhn!!â
âJesus, you look so fucking hot,â he grins before bringing his mouth to your nipple, his tongue dancing around the tip to harden. âLetâs cum together, okay, cutie?â
He sucks in your nipple as his thrusts go grim, and severe hits to your cunt result in you wailing far from your control. The tip of his cock picks at your silky walls so euphorically that you hum his name. A hand comes to your chest to keep you steady and synced with him, and he keeps rutting into you even when his body shudders as his load is exerted inside your tight slit. And youâre not far from him either; your orgasm seconds away from his hits you hard, and you quiver in the shocks coursing through your body.
As you two rock slowly through your crescendos, your essence mixes with his seed, and your sweaty bodies heave and pant for the third time this session. Gojo releases your nipple from his mouth after withdrawing his dick from inside, and his jizz seeps out of your frame. âPhew, man, how I needed that.â
You respond despite your brain feeling a bit all over the place. âAre you happy now?â
He laughs while kissing your cheek. âThank you, princess!â
âYouâre welcome, Toru,â you shook your head with a meek smile. âBut you really should get going; I donât want you getting in trouble withââ
KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!
An abrupt sound comes from the front door, confusing the both of you as the knock comes from out of nowhere. Nonetheless, you get up and wipe yourself quickly before putting your clothes back on. Gojo does the same as you walk out of the bedroom to see whoâs at your door. And once you open the door, your heart meets your stomach.
âY/n,â it was Yaga, the principal adorning his usual attire and sunglasses.
âPrincipal Yaga,â you greeted the older man with a hurried bow. âWhâWhat can I do for youââ
âHeâs here, isnât he?â
Your lips flatten at the question, using the silence to speak for itself as you move out of the way for the principal to enter. Yaga apologizes for the intrusion before marching into your apartment and presumably going after the person still in your bedroom, who lets out an exclaimed shout of pain from what you can assume was from a punch to the head from his old teacher.Â
The former instructor strolls back to the front door where you remained; Gojo is dragged on the floor behind him. âSorry again for the inconvenience,â Yaga puts his shoes back on before exiting your home. You observe the men leave with a heavy sigh, waving goodbye to your snow-haired sorcerer as heâs pulled across the hall like a toddler.
âSee ya, sweetie,â he cries out to you without regard to the neighbors hearing him, putting his blindfold back on. âI miss you already!â
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love in recovery â§.*
pro hero bakugou x reader
when pro hero dynamite, along with some other heros, step in to assist midoriya during the intense ua finals, he finds himself accidentally injured and in need of treatment from the new recovery girl. assuming she follows the same procedure as her predecessor, he expects a kiss on the cheek to heal his wounds.
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when you had started at u.a. high, it had been filled with excitement and anticipation. every day had felt like a new adventure, with the hallways buzzing with energy from the promising students. you were new to the area, having moved into musutafu for the job, leaving all your friends and family back home. it wasnât as scary as you thought it would be, and you had midoriya to thank for that. he started around the same time as you, and since he grew up in the area and graduated from u.a., he was more than willing to show you around.
you were no idiot; you knew about him way before his introduction. after all, the name izuku midoriya was synonymous with heroism, the man who had followed in all might's footsteps and become a beacon of hope for so many. but despite his accomplishments and fame, midoriya was incredibly humble. he didnât mention even once that he was pretty much the sole reason you were here, working this job, and pursuing your own dreams. he couldâve easily let his reputation speak for itself, but instead, he chose to connect with you as an equal, as if he were just another colleague finding his place in the world.
you couldn't help but admire him for that. his kindness and humility made it easy to settle in and find your footing. he introduced you to a few of his friends and they welcomed you with open arms, he was always there with a smile or a word of encouragement, and before long, you found yourself feeling more at home than you ever expected.
this was your second year as the new nurse at u.a. high. your quirk, aura of restoration, allows you to emit a healing aura within a certain radius, gradually mending wounds, restoring energy, and alleviating pain for anyone within its range. it's a powerful quirk, capable of providing much-needed relief during intense training sessions and after battles. you can also focus your aura on one individual, which is especially helpful when the injury is serious because all of the healing is concentrated on them.
however, your quirk comes with significant drawbacks. the more people you heal at once, the more energy it drains from you, leaving you physically and mentally exhausted. on particularly challenging days, even maintaining the aura for a few minutes can be taxing. additionally, your quirk is highly sensitive to your mental state; if you're stressed or anxious, the effectiveness of the healing diminishes. the aura might flicker or fail entirely, putting those relying on your help at risk.
despite these challenges, you take great pride in your work. you often volunteer at hospitals to strengthen the capacity at which you can heal. youâve become a familiar face to the students and staff, offering them not just physical healing but also a sense of comfort and reassurance. many students appreciate your presence, often stopping by not just for medical help but also for a few calming words or a bit of adviceâor perhaps just as an excuse to get out of class. you appreciate it nonetheless!
today the atmosphere in ua was even more exciting than usual, it was lovely, you knew your quirk would be extra strong today. you continued down the hallways waving hello to your colleagues and stopping by the faculty room.
âgood morning, mr. aizawa,â you greeted as you poured yourself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma began to fill the room.
aizawa glanced up from his papers, his usual tired expression softening just slightly. âmorning,â he mumbled, taking a sip from his own mug.
âwhatâs the deal today? the energy in the building feels differentâmuch stronger and very lively,â you remarked, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of your coffee.
aizawa raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting toward the window where sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow across the room. âsome of the pro heroes are coming in today to help with the students' finals. itâs got them all worked up. theyâre eager to impress,â he explained, his tone as calm as ever, but with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
âah, that would explain it,â you said, nodding in understanding, âits going to be quite a show with all of them here.â
aizawa smirked slightly, a rare expression for him. âand some of the teachers are also looking forward to seeing their old students,â he added, a knowing glint in his eyes.
âoh? so we might see some of your former students too, then?â you teased, trying to imagine aizawa in a more sentimental light.
he shrugged, but there was a trace of fondness in his voice when he replied, âmaybe. itâs always interesting to see how theyâve groâ
before mr. aizawa could finish, a cheerful voice cut through the conversation causing both your heads to turn toward the doorway âgood morning, mr. aizawa! y/n!â
âgoodmorning izuku! we were just talking about you,â you turned to aizawa and watched as he let out a loud and obnoxious sigh causing midoriya to raise a brow, but neither of you missed the way the corner of his lips twitched up, as if he was forcing himself not to smile.
midoriya continued toward the bagel arrangement, selecting one and slicing it open with practiced ease. âoh? all good things, i hope?â he asked with a knowing glint in his eye as he spread cream cheese on his bagel.
you took another sip of your coffee, a playful smile tugging at your lips. âwhat else could there be?â you replied, setting the mug down on the counter.
midoriyaâs grin widened as he prepared his bagel, clearly pleased by the compliment. âguess iâll take that as a compliment,â he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
you finished your coffee and placed the mug in the sink, quickly washing it before putting it away in the cabinet. âi heard your friends are coming in today. are you excited?â you asked, turning back to him as you dried your hands.
âof course!â midoriya beamed, crumbs falling from his bagel onto the plate as he spoke with his mouth partially full. âitâs not often we can all coordinate our schedules like this. itâs always great to catch up and see how everyoneâs been progressing. theyâve been training hard as heroes, so iâm really looking forward to seeing how theyâve grown.â
you leaned against the counter, your smile softening as you watched him enjoy his breakfast. âi just hope they donât rough up my students too much,â you said, a hint of concern in your voice. âi want everyone to stay safe and make the most of todayâs opportunities.â
midoriya chuckled softly, his eyes filled with reassurance. âdonât worry. theyâre professionals. theyâll push the students, but they know how to keep things balanced and constructive.â
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âDIE! DIE! DIE!â you swore you could feel the observation room shake every time that angry blonde yelled, even if he didnât set off any explosions.Â
you were stationed in a temporary office nearby the testing site. there were three battles at a time and you had nine screens, giving you three different angles for each fight.
you were in the middle of healing three students who had all failed their practical exam, the sadness in their voices was evident making you a little bit sad which caused your quirk to work a bit slower than you liked. the room was filled with the low hum of concern and the occasional sharp war cry from bakugou, whose frustration was clear even through the thick walls of the medical bay. his voice, filled with rage, echoed through the facility.
one of the students from tsukuyomis group, still visibly shaken, tried to explain the chaotic battle to you as you worked. âthat was so scary,â they said, their voice trembling. âone minute i was trying toââand then dark shadow, and the next, i wasâoh my goshâout of nowhere, everything just went boom!â
you tried to listen attentively, nodding in fake understanding while focusing on your healing. you were pacing around the room, allowing yourself to spread the calm and healing aura to each of the three students around you. all had very minor injuries, which is what most of the students had when they came in. you were really nervous for pro hero explosion god something murder the dynamites students though. âGET OVER HERE YOU BRAT!â you tensed up for a minute and sighed, grateful that you had already gone through your training and never had to experience a mentor like that.
as bakugouâs furious shouts reverberated through the medical bay, you couldnât help but feel a mix of emotions. his anger was intimidating, almost overwhelming, but beneath that fiery exterior was something undeniably impressive. it wasnât just his raw power or the way he commanded attentionâit was his unyielding determination, his refusal to accept anything less than excellence from himself and those around him. he pushed his group of students hard, maybe too hard, but it was clear that he did it because he believed in their potential. he saw something in them that they might not even see in themselves, and he was determined to drag it out, kicking and screaming if necessary.
âtry to focus on your breathing,â you gently advised one of the students, she was one of the students that failed. you placed a reassuring hand on their shoulder, your aura continuing to work its calming magic. âyou did well, remember, itâs all part of the process. everyone grows at their own pace.â
the student nodded, their breath evening out as they relaxed under your guidance. you could see the tension slowly melting away from their posture, and you were glad to see it. it was moments like thisâwhen you could help bring someone back from the brink of fear and uncertaintyâthat made your job worth it.
âletâs get you patched up,â you said softly, moving to the next student, who offered you a grateful, if somewhat shaky, smile.Â
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you had just finished up with the last round of students, sighing in relief as you began to tidy up your small office. the day's paperwork had demanded most of your attention, so you were completely absorbed in clearing your desk when a sudden, loud thump made you jump. heart racing, you spun toward the source of the noise, fear gripping you as you realized you hadn't even heard anyone enter.
"got hit." the voice that broke the silence was gruff and low, tinged with irritation. you turned fully to see himâpro hero great god dynamite murder explosion, something like thatâsitting on one of your beds, his usually fierce gaze narrowed slightly as he pointed to a small cut at the top of his forehead. your eyes widened, and your mouth hung slightly agape. bakugou was the last person you'd expect to see wounded by a simple training exercise.
but you quickly gathered yourself, professionalism taking over. "oh? pro hero dynamite got bested by a couple of kids?" you teased lightly, trying to mask your concern with a touch of humor.
his scowl deepened, though there was a flicker of something like amusement in his eyes. "first off, itâs pro hero great explosion murder god dynamite." he sank into the chair across from you with a grunt. "second, they made me go easy on those brats. 'course they got a hit in." he made a face, clearly mimicking someone else. "'told me i couldnât just fail them all, it would ruin their self-esteem.'"
you bit back a smile as you began to assess him more thoroughly. the cut on his forehead was minor, but your trained eyes quickly scanned for any other injuries. as you reached for his wrists, you noticed two quirk-suppressing bands clamped around them. one of those could practically nullify a personâs quirkâtwo were overkill, even for someone as powerful as bakugou. your gaze drifted lower, and he caught you staring at his ankles.
"they slapped these on too," he grumbled, pointing at the heavy weights secured there. "said it was to 'even the playing field.' whatever that means."
you hummed thoughtfully, gently inspecting the quirk-suppressing bands. "they really didn't want you going all out, huh?" you murmured, more to yourself than to him.
he huffed, crossing his arms. "if i hadnât been wearing all this crap, they wouldnât have landed a damn finger on me."
he then pointed at the small cut on his forehead again, a slight tilt of his head making it clear he was expecting something. you blinked at him, confused for a moment, before the realization dawned on you. "you want me to... kiss it?"
"what, you think iâm here for a band-aid? just get it over with already.âÂ
you stared at him, half-expecting him to crack a smile and admit he was joking, but his serious expression made it clear he wasn't. and then it dawned on you, he thought you were like recovery girl. he thought that your quirk required a kiss to heal.Â
despite the absurdity of the situation, you found yourself hesitating. he was in a foul mood, and it was probably best not to argue, so you let out a small sigh.
"right... sure," you muttered you. you leaned in closer to him, slowly activating your quirk before your lips lightly brushed against the small cut on his forehead, leaving a faint warmth behind. you pulled back quickly, your cheeks slightly flushed as you avoided his gaze,
âall set!â you say softly, you move over to your desk to once again busy yourself with your paperwork. he stared at you for a moment but slowly got up and walked to one of the mirrors in the room and stared at the spot where the cut once was, deciding that your work was good, he began to leave but paused when he heard you chuckle softly.
"whatâs so funny?" he asked, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.
"oh, nothing," you replied, "just picturing you going easy on a bunch of kids. it's hard to imagine."
bakugou grunted in response, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward just slightlyâa rare almost-smile.
"don't get used to it," he warned, "next time, those brats won't know what hit 'em."
you couldnât help but roll your eyes, finally allowing yourself to smile as you watched him head toward the door. "try not to get hit again, dynamite," you called after him, half-teasing, half-serious.
he glanced back at you, smirking. "donât hold your breath."
and with that, he was gone, leaving you alone in your now slightly less cluttered office, shaking your head in amusement.
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you didnât expect to see bakugou for a whileâactually, you didnât expect to see him ever again after healing him on the first day of finals. but to your surprise, he kept coming back to your office after every fight. each time, he had nothing more than minor scuffs and bruises, barely anything that needed attention.
he also always conveniently liked to show up after all the other students were gone. you couldnt complain though, it allowed you to focus on the students and it made it easier for you to maintain the little white lie that you were just like recovery girl. though you couldnât quite figure out why he kept coming back, especially when his injuries were barely worth mentioningâa few scrapes, a bruise here and there, nothing serious.Â
each visit left you more puzzled, wondering what exactly was going through his mind. was he really that concerned with every little scratch, did he have some sort of problem?Â
eventually, curiosity got the better of you. after yet another visit where his injuries were almost laughable, you couldnât hold back any longer. you leaned in slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "so, bakugou, are you here for the healing, or do you just enjoy my company?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. "because these tiny bruises hardly seem worth the trip." you gave him a quick peck, still activating your quirk.
he brushed off your question with his usual gruff attitude. âtold you, itâs about staying in top shape. canât have anything slowing me down, not even a damn scratch,â he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. âgotta be at my best if iâm gonna be number one.â but as tough as he tried to sound, the slight redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. his eyes flicked away, avoiding your gaze like he was hiding something. despite his words, you couldnât shake the feeling that there was more to his frequent visits than just wanting to stay in peak condition.Â
but you didnât push. instead you gave him a small smile before moving back to your desk.
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it was the last day of the students' finals and also your last day at ua before winter break. just like he had been doing for the past two weeks, bakugou was back in your office, sitting on one of the infirmary beds with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, waiting for you to finish up and give him a âhealingâ kiss.
you were helping midoriya with something before bakugou arrive, and when he walked in, you hald expected him to demand your attention as he usually did, but he simply took a seat and waited. you glanced at him, surprised by his uncharacteristic patience, but decided to finish up with midoriya first.
bakugou sat there, silently fuming as he watched you and midoriya chatting away. every now and then, a soft laugh would escape your lips, or you'd toss in a teasing comment that made midoriya blush slightly. each time, bakugou's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists as he tried to keep himself from blowing up right then and there. he was certain midoriya was dragging things out on purpose.
âthanks again,â midoriya said, glancing at the paperwork you'd helped him with. ânot sure why they make these sites so difficult.â
âsure thing, zuku," you replied with a grin, your tone light and teasing. "but i gotta say, you're pretty hopeless when it comes to this tech stuff, huh?"
the nickname made bakugou twitch in his seat, his patience wearing thin. he couldnât stand seeing you and deku acting all buddy-buddy, especially not when he was practically bleeding out of a deep wound in the middle of your office. it was about the size of a paper cut.
midoriya, ever observant, noticed the bakugou's odd behavior. a knowing smirk spread across his face as he decided to push his old friendâs buttons just a bit more. âi donât think iâve ever seen you visit recovery girl this much back in our school days, kachann,â he remarked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
bakugouâs glare sharpened, and he turned his head toward midoriya, practically daring him to continue. âwhat?â you asked, catching the tail end of their exchange, curiosity piqued.
midoriya's smirk widened, his voice lowering even further. âoh, nothing. just noticing how often youâre in here these days, bakugou. you know, back in the day, you couldnât stand being patched up, always rushing out before recovery girl could even finish. funny how things change.â
bakugouâs patience snapped. he shot to his feet, fists clenched at his sides. âscram, nerd,â he barked, his voice low and threatening. âdidnât want old lady lips on me back then, and i sure as hell donât want you flappinâ yours now.â
midoriya chuckled, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he stepped back. âalright, alright. iâm going.â he turned to you, giving you a warm smile. âthanks again. see you after the break.â with that, he left the room, leaving you alone with a still fuming bakugou.
you couldnât help but let out a small laugh as you finally turned your full attention to him. âyouâre really going to blow a gasket one of these days, bakugou,â you teased, walking over to where he was standing.
âshut up and just get on with it,â he grumbled, though the red creeping up his neck betrayed his embarrassment.
you couldnât resist one last tease before giving him what heâd come for. âyouâve really gotta tell me, are you here for the treatment, or is it my company you're after?â you asked, a playful glint in your eye.
âjust do your damn job,â he muttered, but you caught the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he sat back down.
you leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the small bruise on his arm as your quirk activated. bakugou watched you closely, his irritation fading as the warmth of your quirk spread through him. despite his gruff exterior, he always seemed a little calmer after these visits, like the tension he carried with him all day finally started to ease up.
as you pulled back, you noticed his gaze lingering on you, a question unspoken in his eyes. but before you could ask, he stood up abruptly, heading for the door without another word.
âbakugou,â you called out, making him stop mid-step. he turned to face you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. you gave him a playful smile, trying to keep the mood light. âbe careful out there, wont be around to patch all those little scapes and bruises.â
he raised an eyebrow, his usual scowl softening slightly. âso?â
you shrugged, a teasing grin on your lips. âsooo donât want those little injuries to add up and start slowing you down, especially with your fight for the number one spot and all.â
he huffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âno promises,â he muttered, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.
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àšâĄà§ LONELY EYES, LONELY BOY â gojo x reader. sfw. eventual fluff.
gojo satoru is the loneliness boy youâve met.
if you told anyone you thought that, theyâd laugh in your face and ask if you were talking about the same person. the guy thatâs invited to and attends every party on campus? the one who throws himself into all the sports and clubs he can possibly manage? you can admit that heâs a social butterfly but, despite the many faces that surround him and the constant smile playing at his lips, thereâs an emptiness behind gojoâs cerulean irises.
itâs strange, you think, that youâve picked up on this isolated variant of his. everyone knows of gojo but not many people truly know him and youâre no exception. although, the sneaking glances you steal when he thinks no one is watching are telling. you donât miss the way his bright blues stare off into space while he absentmindedly taps his pencil against his desk as the professor lectures. the way he slips away from the thick of the crowd to step outside onto the patio and take a silent moment for himself isnât lost on you. you wonder if heâs aware of how transparent he can be if someone cares to look hard enough.
even though you can only call him an acquaintance or classmate at best, those fleeting glimpses of loneliness and solitude you happen to catch lingering in his eyes blanket you with an air of melancholy.
how can someone so prominent, so well-liked, also be so alone?
you ask yourself that question a lot, especially during those moments when the gojo everyone knows and loves disappears and is traded in for the one disguised to hide his woes. heâs here now, at the university-sanctioned event held to honor and acknowledge the outstanding students on campus.
he wears a bright smile, one that doesnât quite reach his eyes, as he greets and converses with the many professors and advisors that approach him to share their congratulations on his academic achievements. not once do you see anyone aside from the faculty at his side.
when thereâs finally a break in the flow of bodies around him, gojo takes the opportunity to wipe his palms on his thighs before leisurely making his way to the door. all too soon, the white fluff of his hair is no longer visible. you quickly excuse yourself and scurry off to follow behind him.
youâre nervous that he decided to call it a night when you finally push past the heavy, metal door but the concrete steps leading down to the parking lot arenât unoccupied. heâs situated on the far right side of the stairs, hands folded together and head tilted up toward the star-littered sky. his eyes look bluer, brighter, in the dimness of the nightâbut theyâre blank, vacant.
heâs physically present but you have no idea where his mind is. and maybe it isnât your place to figure that out, but you want to know. thatâs why youâre feet are carrying you down the steps before you consider the fact that he might have come out here because he wanted to get away from everyoneâincluding you. but the scuffing of your shoes drifting through the air and the movement beside him doesnât even alert him of your arrival which is enough to convince you that he shouldnât be alone right now.
you quietly clear your throat. âhi.â
at your voice, gojo turns to you with his signature smile. itâs jarring how promptly and effortlessly the switch between the two happens. itâs clearly practiced which sends a pang to your heartâheâs been doing this for a while.
âwell, hello.â he returns your greeting naturally, running a hand through his windswept hair. itâs the only indication that you caught him off guard. if you didnât know any better, you would have thought that was all there was to it. âto what do i owe the pleasure?â
âoh, i was just getting some fresh air.â you nod as if itâll make your lie more believable. youâve never been one to pride yourself on your patience, though, and youâre almost sure your curiosity is going to kill you if you donât just spit it out. so you do, jerking your head in the direction of the parking lot before asking, âstill waiting on your parents?â
âhm?â he hums, the grin he wears slipping for a split second before itâs back in place, as though the lapse never happened. gojo shakes his head. âno, theyâre away on business. they send their congratulations, though.â he smiles as he says it, but thereâs a concealed bitterness lingering in his voice like he wanted them here but expected they wouldnât be coming.
you hate the thought of this being normal for him but you have no right to speak on his family life. thereâs one thing you think you can do for him in this moment. you nudge his shoulder with yours, lips curling up into a playful smile. âyou can have mine for the night. they have more than enough parental proudness to go around.â
he chuckles softly. itâs much different than the boisterous laugh youâre used to hearing bounce off the walls of whatever room youâre in. itâs a gentle noise that makes your heart flutter in your chest and the smile tugging at your lips widen.
âthanks,â and you can tell by his tone that the rest of his sentence wonât be what you want to hear, âbut iâm fine on my own.â
you shouldnât have to be, you almost blurt out before biting your tongue. you ask yourself why this sad reality of gojoâs frustrates you so much and it doesnât take you more than a couple of seconds to put your finger on it. itâs because no one else is. the people who should beâhis family, the ones who consider themselves his friendsâthey donât care. maybe thatâs why you do.
you turn your body so youâre facing himâreally facing him. you want him, need him, to know that someone sees past the shield he puts up to hide his silent struggle. he needs to know that you care. itâs a long shot, but you know youâll regret it if you donât try. âare you doing anything after this?â
âno,â he draws out the vowel, entertained by your question. he has no idea where youâre going with this but he certainly intends on finding out. with an elbow propped on his thigh, gojo rests his chin in the palm of his hand, putting his dimpled smile on perfect display for you. thick white lashes brush the tops of his cheeks as he blinks in curiosity. âwhy?â
âi was just thinking,â you trail off before finding your voice again, âthat you deserve to have someone to celebrate with. and i know of a cafĂ© that serves really good desserts nearby.â
the corners of his lips twitch before they slowly fall, not because heâs unhappy, but because heâs surprised. he wasnât sure what you planned on asking him but he didnât think it would be an invitation, especially not one to honor his accomplishments. no one else in his life bothered to even attend this event with him and he canât imagine they would have offered to take him out after if they had shown up. but you, someone heâs spoken to so little that he can count the number of times on one hand, just did.
it shouldnât, but his palpable shock makes you bite the inside of your cheek to hold back a smile. you were almost positive he was going to turn you down but his reaction has given you hope that he might accept your suggestion. you give in and let the smile pull your lips up as you place a hand on his knee and give it a gentle squeeze.
âso⊠how about it?â you ask.
maybe you can be the one to make this lonely boy a little less lonely.
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katsuki bakugo x Gn!reader
One week later
T-Minus three weeks until the dance
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 âGood Morning!âÂ
For so early in the morning, the rat principal was very cheerful. The same couldnât be said for his human climbing tree. Mr. Aizawa stood slouched, eyes dark and face heavy with lack of sleep. Nezu sat snuggly in the binding cloths on the tired manâs shoulder. Mitsuki had only spoken to the principal on a handful of occasions, and she always thought he was veryâŠunique. But he was damn good at his job, and he really cared about his students. That's why Mitsuki had such a good feeling about the request she was about to make, despite it being such a large one.Â
ââMorning. Thanks for meeting with me, I know your schedules are probably packed with everything going on around here.â
Nezu smiled cheerfully at the woman, waving a paw in dismissal. âNonsense! Iâm always happy to meet with a parent, especially you, Mrs. Bakugo. Young Bakugo is an amazing student and has done a lot for the country. We owe him a lot. Now, letâs get into the conference room. From the summary of your reason for meeting that you gave me, I figured it would be best that the rest of the faculty joined us as well.â
The three walked into the conference room, with Mitsuki taking a seat at the head of the table. Around the table sat the UA teachers, Hounddog, and Hawks. While initially shocked by his presence, she realized that it made sense. In her email to Nezu, she mentioned that the subject of the meeting had to do with bending an international rule, and Hawks had a lot of contact with other countries as the new head of the Hero Commission. She was grateful he was here, as she knew he had a particular soft spot for Katsuki. If she remembered correctly, he called him âA little asshole with a lot of spunkâ. She thought it was a fair statement.
After exchanging greetings and pleasantries, and accepting a cup of tea from Present Mic, she began the meeting.
âThank you all for being here. I recognize that you all are busy so Iâm gonna try and make this quick,â Mitsuki sat up straighter, folding her hands together as she looked around the table. âA couple of years ago, Katsuki met another hero student at the I-Expo. They stayed in contact for a while, got really close, and eventually started dating. They care for each other, a lot. They talk every night and are a huge pillar of support for one another. So much so that,âÂ
Mitsuki found herself getting choked up. She always did when she thought about the possibility that she would have to deliver that letter to you. She cleared her throat, taking a breath. She hated crying, especially in front of people. After a moment, she continued.
âRight before the war, Katsuki gave me a box to send them in case something happened to him. He truly cares about them. On that note, as you all know, the Spring Dance is coming up. Despite what most people think, Katsuki actually enjoys dressing up. I thought he would be excited about the dance, but he wasnât. In fact, heâs dreading it. All his friends have been talking about are their dates, and Katsuki refuses to take anyone but them. Now, for my request. Katsuki died for this country. This is his last chance for some fun before graduating and becoming a real pro. So please,â she bowed deeply as she spoke. Mitsuki had a lot of pride and was known for rarely ever apologizing or bowing to anyone. But Katsuki deserved to be happy. She just wanted her kid to be okay.
âPlease allow them to attend as Katsukiâs date. I can give you records, letters of recommendation, and even character statements. They are a great kid and an even better student. They would cause no trouble. I just want Katsuki to be happy.â
The room was silent as all of the staff looked at Mitsuki. They then looked at each other, all thinking the same thing. Finally, Hawks broke the silence. âTo be honest with you, Mrs. Bakugo, this is a complicated situation. Other countries still donât have a particularly great view of Japan. Trying to convince them that they should allow a pardon, just for a school dance? Realistically, itâs damn near impossible,â Mitsuki felt her heart sink, a disappointed sigh leaving her. Well, at least no one could say she didnât tr-Â
âHowever, you make a very compelling point. Young Bakugo saved not only Japan but the rest of the world. He is, without a doubt, a hero. I make you no promises on what the rest of the commission or international board might say, but I can promise that I will advocate for Bakugou and get you an answer before the end of the week.âÂ
Mitsuki broke out into a rare, wide, sincere grin. She bowed once more to the room, bending deeply.
âThank you all.â
ââââ
It was about 15 minutes before your usual morning talk with Katsuki when you got the call. Before the war, Katsuki gave you his parents' contact info in case of an emergency. You had only spoken to them on a handful of occasions, wishing them a happy birthday or anniversary, shouting âHello!â when you were on the phone and Katsuki was at home. But you had never really spoken to them one-on-one until Mitsuki called you.
You answered without hesitation, disregarding your normal early morning TikTok scroll. Something had to be wrong for her to call you, you figured. Your voice was frantic when you answered. âHello? Is everything alright Mrs. Bakugou? Is Katsu-â
âChillax kid! Jeez!âÂ
You blinked, confused at her tone. Okay, so clearly there wasnât an emergency.Â
âIâm sorry, I thought something was wrong. Youâve never called before-âÂ
âSorry, I should make more of a habit of calling my future daughter in lawâÂ
You chose to ignore her comment. âSo..if thereâs no emergency, not to be rude, why are you calling?â You could picture her shit-eating grin in your head, knowing it was where Katsuki had gotten it from.Â
âWellâŠI spoke to Hawks, you know the head of the hero commission here in Japan, he spoke with your government and pulled some stringsâŠhow would you like to be Katsukiâs date to the Spring dance?â
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CAN U DO COOL SEXY HOT READER TAKES SCHLATTS VIRGINITY?! but aged down like theyâre both in college together
this one had me giggling and kicking my feet when i received it
reader and schlatt are both 20 (my age :3) (ok so i have/will never go to college so i hope this makes sense also lc!schlatt because he will not leave my brain)
CW: breeding kink if u squint, does this count as corruption kink? idk
you had a few classes together, ended up being partners for a project
actually got along surprisingly well
hung out a few times a week for a month or two
and then it was more frequent
almost every day this dude would just show up at your apartment; you have no idea how he came to know your schedule
if it wasn't him you'd be scared
and like, it's not because he doesn't look scary- he does, he's tall as fuck and has this serial killer stare
but you're not afraid of him because every time he's around you he acts like a complete loser
he stares at you when he thinks you aren't looking, a look of obsession in his eyes
the focus he has on your reflection as you put on lip gloss in the mirror is unmatched in any of his classes
you were supposed to be going to a party together, evident by your outfit that he can't decide if he likes or not- it shows a lot of skin, and while that'd be fine if it was just you two, there's bound to be lots of other guys eyeing you up all night
and he just can't stand the thought of that!
so what is he to do but fake receiving a text saying some faculty were crashing the event and it would be best to stay home?
and you were astounded at this boy's nerve, you got this dressed up? you looked this good? and he pretends the function's cancelled?
but you go along with it, pretending to be bummed out, playing his little game with him
"damn. was really hoping to get some dick tonight," you sigh
his brain kinda short circuits
and he mumbles something
hook, line, and
"what? sorry, i couldn't hear you, the music's loud," you tilt your head, turning down the volume
"i said i'm right here."
sinker :)
you snort derisively at him
"what makes you think i want you?"
you two had talked a lot in the months you had known each other, and sex came up a few times
you knew (before even talking to him) that he was a virgin
and he knew (before even talking to you) that you were a slut
but god, he needed you the second he saw you- needed you to be his first. his only.
so he swallows his pride and looks up at you from his spot on your floor with the most pitiful eyes
"i don't think you want me. i think i want you and you need a service for the night."
"a service?? jesus, schlatt, don't kid yourself. you wouldn't be doing shit, i'd be the one doing all the work because you have no clue what you're doing."
"then teach me," he begs. his voice is like you've never heard it before, whiny and breathy
and you roll your eyes before giving in, reaching a hand down to help him up
you guide him to lay down on your bed and he just sits there all tense, unable to relax because he's so nervous
until you tell him to take his pants off
and he's tearing them over his thighs, and they're down on the floor
and the tent in his boxers?
jesus christ
you figured he would be on the bigger side, but he looked massive, and you couldn't even clearly see his length yet
you sit there for a bit, taking in the sight of him splayed out amongst your stuffed animals
only hot bitches have stuffies on their beds, btw
and his face is sooo red, his breathing is uneven, his eyes are running all over your body
"have you like... ever been touched?" you ask him, unsure of how gentle you need to be
but gentle is not what he wants, not at all
"yeah. just... not all the way."
he can't meet your eyes now
so you smirk and climb over to him, hopping on top of him and savoring the whimper he lets out when you sit down on his clothed bulge
"and you want me to be your first time going all the way?"
you use one finger to tilt his chin to look at you
and he just melts
nodding while he stares into your eyes with pure adoration
the eye contact is intense, you find it hard to tear your gaze from his
but eventually you lean in and kiss him, taking his head in your hands
schlatt moans into your mouth when you slide your tongue in, giving in completely and letting you explore his mouth
and when you bite his bottom lip slightly when you pull away?
he moans sooo sluttily
you're grinding down onto his lap at this point, enjoying the constant noises the friction pulls from his lips
he's fucking mortified but he has to grab your hips super tightly and try to get you to stop
because if you keep going like this, he's gonna finish in his boxers and he thinks he would have to leave and never see you again if that happened
so you take pity on him, stopping your movements to press kisses to his neck
which he finds out he also loves
"is it okay if i leave marks?" you whisper in his ear
and his dick throbs so hard
"please," he responds in a quiet voice, staring at the ceiling while he pictures his friends seeing the evidence of him fucking the hottest person on campus
you oblige wayyy too eagerly, biting down hard and sucking deep purple marks all over his exposed neck
only pulling away when he was littered with dark bruises and teeth marks
the whole time he was letting out the cutest noises, gasping and groaning and sputtering how good you felt
silly boy, he has no idea what he's in for
once you're done having fun marking your territory, you scoot back and peel his boxers off
and you try not to react, but your eyes widen at the sight of his cock springing up and smacking his abdomen
he takes in your hungry expression and mistakes it for something negative
"what? wha's wrong?"
he sounds so scared
it takes you a few gruelling seconds before you shake your head and respond
"nothing, just. holy shit," you mumble
"what???" schlatt asks, sitting up slightly
"you're fucking huge, dude!! that's all, jesus... i just needed a second to process, sorry."
ego boosted
you will never hear the end of that
but anyways
he stutters, unable to finish whatever he was saying when you take him in your hand and stroke him gently
your eyes are trained on his groin, his on your face while you greedily watch as you play with him
he's so fucking loud
bucking his hips up into your hand
you're barely doing anything, he's that desperate for your touch
when you take his tip in your mouth, he lets out a strained gasp and tries to cover his mouth with his hand
you laugh mockingly and pull it from his face
"i wanna hear you!! this isn't as fun if i don't get to hear those pathetic noises you keep making," you tease
he just groans, eyes fluttering, and tilts his head back, giving in to how good you're making him feel
you smile at him and take as much of him into your mouth as you can, plunging him deep into your throat and making sloppy noises as you suck on him
he sounds like a fucking WHORE, whining and fucking up into your face
you let him have his fun, but pull off when he starts breathing a lot faster
he opens his eyes in surprise and cries out at the loss of contact, chest heaving
"why the fuck would you stop???"
he's so desperate, it's adorable
"can't have you cumming down my throat, then i can't ride you, can i?"
you raise one brow as you ask him, and he reaches his hand to hold yours subconsciously
a glance at his large fingers intertwining with yours stirs something in your stomach and you realize for the first time that you're really enjoying this
"please..." he trails off, unsure of what he's asking for
you watch his face for a moment, inspecting his needy expression, and decide to take pity on him
he watches you so intensely as you take off your jean shorts
and nearly creams himself when you just rip a hole in your fishnets instead of properly taking them off
and the seconds are dragging by so slowly as you position yourself on top of him
until you meet his eyes, asking for permission, and he nods vigorously
and you just sink down onto him, plunging his entire length between your velvet walls
schlatt's eyes glaze over as he stares up at you; he's never felt anything so good
you give him a few minutes to take in how soft you are on the inside before starting to move your hips
he groans with every bounce, so loud that you make a mental note to apologize to your roommate later in case they're home and hearing this
"you can touch me, y'know? you don't gotta just lay there and take it," you pant as you work masterfully on top of him
a more passionate grunt than usual leaves his lips and he immediately snakes his hands up to rest on your ass, squeezing and kneading it like he's holding on for dear life
and, maybe he feels like he is. you're riding him so fucking well that he swears he's dreaming, and his grip on your behind may well be the only thing keeping him grounded
it doesn't take long before he tells you what you had expected, but what he adds at the end throws you for a loop
"i'm gonna cum, but please, please don't stop. just keep going, i can go a few more rounds. please, y/n, i'm begging you," he stutters out
you clench around him and he yells, nails leaving deep angry crescent marks in the flesh of your rear end as he paints your insides white
about a minute later, he catches his breath somewhat and asks, "can i fuck you now?"
he sounds so sweet
like he really wants to make you feel good
so you let him try, positioning yourself on your hands and knees in front of him so that he can hit from behind
takes him a second to get the position right but he slides right in and starts going at you hard
you can't help the moans that slip out, and every noise you make spurs him on to keep going harder, faster, deeper
he's trying so hard to make you cum, you can tell, but he's so inexperienced that he finishes in you again before he can get you anywhere close
so when he lets out a frustrated, "fuck!" you reach behind you to grab his hand and bring it around to your front, lining his fingers up with your clit
"feel that? that's what you're looking for," you pant, pushing your ass as flush against him as you could. "play with it, see if you can figure it out on your own, and it's okay if you can't, i'm here to teach you."
he lets out a deep breath and starts thrusting again, rubbing circles into your sensitive nub
you continue to let out noises so he knows what works for you and what doesn't, and you've gotta hand it to him, he's a really fast learner
because it takes like five minutes before him slamming into you combined with the pattern of figure-eights he settled on tracing on your clit makes you cum
you get unbelievably tight around him as you climax, and the sound of you screaming his name makes his eyes roll back into his head while he spills in you one final time
you collapse when he pulls out, instructing him to help you to the bathroom
gotta teach him the importance of aftercare, right?
so he picks you up and carries you to the toilet, setting you down gently on your feet before stepping out and closing the door behind him to give you your privacy
best believe he stays right outside the door, though
he's not going anywhere for a long time. you're his now
#x reader#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#jschlatt x you#schlatt x you#jschlatt smut#schlatt smut#jschlatt x y/n#schlatt x y/n
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Title: bakugos brother
Chapter:...4?
Fandom: bnha
Characters: Bakugo, kirishima, bakusquad and deku squad and a few teachers
Fic type: series
Pairings: kirishima x male reader
Warnings: male reader, reader insert, fluff, angst, teen romance
Notes:I lost the ask, so requester I hope you enjoy
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"Apparently he's like super smart"
"He plays chess, I heard he never lost"
"He seems pretty ordinary, I don't get why he's Nedzus personal student"
(Name) Ignored the comments as he left Nedzu's office, his uniform perfectly ironed and his school work organized to perfection as he went to his gen-ed classes, spending the first portion of his day with Nedzu then the rest with his peers as the faculty deemed it important for him to make friends and talk to those his age.
"Apparently he's brothers with Bakugo"
"He probably has serious anger issues"
(Name) Walked into the gen-ed class and took a seat in his chair, staring off as he began playing chess in his head as he waited for things to start "you're bakugos brother, right?" A voice asked beside him and (name) looked to see a guy "yes, I am" (name) said simply as the others glared slightly "your brother is an obnoxious asshole!" One student said "yeah! You two are so fucking cold to others, what? You think you're better than us?!"
"You know, it's impressive " (name) said simply as a student looked confused "what is?"
"That you can make baseless accusations on someone whom you haven't even had a conversation with" (name) said simply as the others looked shocked "you make claims about me that hold zero merit and frankly I think that's appalling" "how dare--"
"I think that's enough class" present mic walked in clearly frustrated with his students "is this any way to treat a new classmate?"
"But--"
"But what? I heard everything and frankly I'm ashamed of you all" the blond teacher said sternly "(name) was put in your class hoping you all would give him a warm welcome and you berated him for actions of another"
The students looked ashamed and (name) was awkward, fidgeting with his mechanical pencil as the others mumbled out apologies and the blond sighed "now pull out your textbooks to page 138"
When classes ended, (name) had a free study period and decided to go to the courtyard to play some chess by himself and get away from it all, he felt just as lonely as he did at his old school but he should have expected to be in his brothers shadow here as well.
"Hey... Uh were sorry about what happened" a few students came up, a purple haired teen and two others "it was pretty shitty of us to put that on you, that wasn't cool" the teens mumbled and (name) shrugged "I'm used to it"
"You shouldn't have to be though and it's uncool"
"Shinso Hitoshi" the purple haired teen offered and (name) looked at them passively "Bakugo (name)" his voice always so calm and collected as they nodded "so you play chess?" One student asked and (name) nodded "outside of school, I'm a professional chess player"
"Whoa! That's so cool! Is that why you're Nedzu's student?"
"Actually it's due to my quirk, I have an intelligence quirk" (name) explained and the three sat with him "whoa those are super rare!" The other said and Shinso looked curious about it "why didn't you apply earlier?" Shinso asked before realizing that was probably insensitive and (name) shrugged "didn't think I would be able, two students already got into here... A third seemed impossible" it was a lie but they seemed to accept it.
"So what's it like being Nedzu's student?!"
After classes, Kirishima was excited to see his boyfriend as the two hadn't seen each other in a few days due to conflicting schedules but now they could! Even if half the class wanted to join as well.
"I brought a friend" (name) said simply as shinso looked awkward, kirishima feeling pride at his boyfriend making friends independent of the redhead "oh! You're the one going through the transfer!" Momo said excitedly "yeah the one replacing mineta!" Ochaco cheared "and right before the sports festival! Oh we can train together!"
Hitoshi was startled a bit as he noticed Midoriya who was a calming presence "come on! Aizawa is only letting us out till 845! We only have like five hours!" Mina yelled as Bakugo grunted at her dragging him.
Hitoshi was dragged into conversation with tenya and kaminari about god knows what as Kirishima and a few others chatted away, leaving the Bakugo siblings to walk beside each other awkwardly "how's heroics" (name) said in more of a statement, uncomfortable as he tried to make small talk with his brother "fine" Bakugo grunted as Kirishima went with tsu and Ochaco "babe I'll be right back! Don't follow I want it to be a surprise!"
And then the siblings were left alone as the group seperated to grab the things they needed or wanted and to meet up after for food.
"You two seem happy" Bakugo was rarely soft, the concept of him being calm and tentative was something that would be laughable to anyone who knew him "he makes me happy, I hope I make him feel the same" (name) said simply and Bakugo make a soft hum "I'm glad you're at U.A"
"Didn't you not want me here?" (Name) Looked at Katsuki as they stopped walking"fucking--- I know I was shitty, dad's making me go to therapy with hound dog" this was new, something he didn't expect at all.
"Dad's fed up with the hag, he's forcing basically everyone to therapy so expect a call"
The two sat on a bench, small talk between them as they waited for their friends to come back.
It was strange for Katsuki to say he was finally meeting his brother, on equal grounds and no hostility but Katsuki needed this.
He needed his brother.
"BABE LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" Kirishima barreled in with bracelets "look, it has chess pieces! And you can customize it so I added a barbell!" Kirishima said excitedly as he handed (name) one and the calmer Bakugo took it curiously "this is cheesy" he said simply but the small smile as he put on it made kirishima fly to cloud nine.
Bakugo was surprised that his brother had such an interest like origami, seeming genuinely happy with the variety pack of designs "oo make me a brid!" Kirishima teased and (name) took that seriously and they could see the gears turn in his head.
(Name) Was happy when he returned to his form, putting the bracelet in a safe area with his other important items and sat down, thinking About the conversation he had... Bakugo apologized...
He had to talk to kirishima tomorrow about this.
"Hey shitty hair,.can I talk?"
#bnha x male reader#bnha x reader#mha x male reader#mha x reader#male reader#x male reader#anime x male reader#anime x reader#kirishima x male reader#kirishima x reader
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vision // edogawa ranpo
tw âą mutual pining, sexual tension, teasing, slight angst if you squint, wet dreams, public sex, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, pet names, nipple play
wc âą 5.8k
You had known Ranpo for as long as you could remember. The two of you were inseparable from the moment you became coworkers together at the Armed Detective Agency. His brilliant deductive mind and your keen intuition made you an unbeatable team on cases. More than that, you shared an effortless camaraderie that went beyond the workplace.
Ranpo was your closest friend, the person who knew you most intimately. You could spend hours together without uttering a single word, simply basking in each other's presence. He could read you like a book, preternaturally attuned to the subtlest shifts in your moods and thoughts in a way no one else came close to. Likewise, you took pride in being one of the few people who could cajole genuine smiles and laughs from behind Ranpo's typical affectation of eccentric genius.
In truth, you had come to rely on the warmth of Ranpo's companionship more than you cared to admit aloud. His humor, intellect, and strangely caring soul turned out to be curiously addictive sources of comfort and joy in your life. You never felt more understood and accepted than in Ranpo's presence.
Which is why his recent behavioral transformation had been so jarring and difficult for you to process...
It had started with a series of oddly averted glances and awkward fumbles for excuses to exit your company sooner than usual. You tried to brush it off at first, assuming Ranpo was merely sweeping into another of his eccentricities. But the distancing only increased, to the point where he was now actively dodging any attempts at casual conversation or even making eye contact when circumstances demanded you be in the same room together.
Puzzled and more than a little hurt, you found yourself riddled with self-doubt. Had you somehow committed a social transgression severe enough to make even your closest friend recoil? You wracked your brain but could find no rational explanation for why Ranpo had suddenly started treating you with such stilted formality and emotional distance. All you knew was that you ached for the lack of his easy presence and playful teasing.
Finally, after nearly three weeks of such inexplicable strain between you two, you could bear it no longer. You cornered Ranpo in the quiet study he had appropriated as his makeshift office den, where he jumped nearly a foot in the air upon your unannounced entrance.
"Ranpo-kun..." You fought to keep your tone calm and even rather than berating as you might have preferred. "We need to talk. About what's going on between us."
The brown-haired detective blinked owlishly before visibly attempting to smooth his features into a more insouciant mask. Still, you caught the fractional wince and throat-clearing before he responded in that deliberately arch lilt, "Whatever could you mean? Nothing at all is amiss between us, my dear friend. I've simply been preoccupied with an especially vexing case as of late that has demanded the entirety of my mental faculties, that's all..."
You leveled Ranpo with a deeply skeptical look, refusing to allow him to deflect and dissemble so easily. Not when it came to the sudden, painful rift forming between the two of you.
"Don't give me that, Ranpo," you stated, taking a few steps further into his private study so you could properly face him without obstruction. "We've known each other too long for me to buy such a blatant attempt at feigning nonchalance."
You watched the glass-smooth mask Ranpo tried so hard to maintain develop the barest perceptible fracture at your reproving words. His emerald gaze skittered away from your probing stare, adam's apple bobbing with an audible swallow as his fingers toyed agitatedly with the spine of whatever book he'd been pretending to read.
A tiny, insistent kernel of hurt took root in your chest at his obvious discomfort simply being in your presence these days. What had happened to your once-effortless rapport? You found yourself yearning with almost physical desperation to call back the easy camaraderie and playful teasing that had become such an ingrained, cherished part of your daily life.
"Ranpo..." You tried again, allowing a slight huskiness of pleading to unmask your voice this time. "Please, just tell me what's wrong? Why are you shutting me out like this? Have I...have I done something to offend you somehow? You know I would never intentionallyâ"
"No!" The explosive syllable had your teeth clicking shut in surprise as Ranpo abruptly dropped all pretenses, his countenance suffused with unmistakable anguish. "No, you've done nothing wrong at all. This, this distancing...it's entirely my own failing I'm afraid."
Despite the perdurable reassurance, your frown only deepened at the haggard edge clouding Ranpo's expression as he spoke. You waited with a weighty pause, sensing there was more the brilliant detective wished to divulge. And indeed, after toying with the pen in his hand for a few tense heartbeats, Ranpo seemed to come to a resolution.
"Tell me..." His gaze finally met yours again, and you felt your breath hitch at the sheer, unguarded molten heat searing through his irises. "Have you ever been, ah, afflicted...by a truth so paradoxical and compelling that it becomes nigh impossible to properly puzzle out or ignore, no matter how deliriously one might wish to do so?"
The words were so quintessentially Ranpo - profoundly cerebral to the point of near-incomprehensibility. And yet, you found yourself intuiting the deeper, infinitely more visceral layer of suggestion roiling just beneath his flowery prevarication.
Arousal, white-hot and illicit, licked through your veins as you held Ranpo's smoldering stare. Your throat worked convulsively against the desire to clear it while he watched you with that smoldering, leonine intensity further reducing your higher reasoning functions to cinders.
Finally, after what felt like an eon of crackling tension, you managed a faintly croaked, "I... I think I understand what you're trying to say, sort of..."
Surprise and dark approval warred over Ranpo's expression at your ambiguous acknowledgment. His free hand clenched at his side as though restraining the base prompting to reach for you, and you held your breath at the burning promise contained in that simple, abortive movement.
When Ranpo spoke again, his timbre was rendered low and husky with undisguised yearning. "Deduce this for me then, my dear friend...what sort of 'affliction' has been plaguing my thoughts and compelled me to shamefully withdraw from your brilliant presence as of late?" His eyes held yours as though they could convey all the scorching, ravenous desire and conflict roiling through that peerless psyche.
You swallowed thinly as your overheated senses catalogued the overall picture Ranpo was suggesting - his tormented avoidance, his thinly veiled innuendos about tantalizing, impossible truths, his mercurial shifts from anguish to intensity to open temptation as he devoured you with that ravenous stare. So much began to make a dizzying, dangerous sort of sense, unlocking new, forbidden dimensions in your relationship that you had never allowed yourself to fully acknowledge until now.
Still, more than anything, you craved to unravel this mystery laid before you in all its salacious, intoxicating totality. So you met Ranpo's burning look with one of your own guileless yearning and uttered in a breathless rasp:
"Very well...challenge accepted. I'll deduce the desire you've been so tirelessly trying to deny, Ranpo. For now."
Ranpo's eyes glittered with undisguised relish at your bold acceptance of his cryptic challenge. You could practically see the gears turning behind that peerless intellect as he avidly drank in your rapt, guileless expression of determination.
"Excellent," he purred in that effortless baritone of his, somehow rendering the simple affirmation into a darkly evocative caress. "Then allow me to start providing you with some...initial clues to unravel this deliciously paradoxical conundrum I've found myself in."
With casual, unhurried grace, Ranpo circled behind you so his presence was a scorching imprint against your back. You stifled a small shudder at the overwhelming mahogany and clove essence of his cologne that always managed to leave you just a touch light-headed.
His palm came to rest at the elegant curve of your waist, his deceptively slight frame radiating banked heat that seemed to scorch straight through the thin material of your blouse. You felt his lips, plush and soft, brush whisper-light against the sensitive whorls of your ear as he murmured in a molten undertone, "Tell me, have you perhaps noticed any...changes in my typical patterns of behavior beyond the distance? Any indications that something preternatural has been plaguing my restive mind as of late?"
Despite the innocuous phrasing, the timbre of Ranpo's words leaked unmistakable layers of carnal suggestion that had your skin prickling with gooseflesh. Coupled with the torturous graze of his breath fanning over your throat and the possessive drift of his fingertips drawing nonsensical patterns along your side, you felt utterly suffused by his masculine presence in a way you had never fully appreciated until now.
You struggled to collect your scattered thoughts enough to consider Ranpo's cryptic prompt. Had you noticed any peculiarities in his behavior aside from the unexplained avoidance that had sparked this entire situation? Now that you focused, casting your mind back over recent observations while firmly ignoring how Ranpo's thumbs had begun tracing feather-light, searing circles over your hipbones, you recalled a few...instances.
"Well," you finally managed in a slightly husky tone, proud that you only stuttered minutely over the words, "Now that you mention it, I do remember a few times recently where you seemed...distracted. Flushed, even, despite the room being perfectly temperate. And your breathing would become rather unsteady at seemingly random moments."
You felt more than heard the quiet rumble of approval against your back as Ranpo hummed his affirmation, his exhalations drifting hot and damp over your pulse point in a way that threatened to completely unhinge your powers of concentration.
"Very good, very astute deductions so far," he praised in a voice gone low and heavy with undisguised wanting. "And did any other...physical tells accompany these momentary lapses, I wonder? Some sign of burning distraction, perhaps? An inability to fully conceal certain aspects of my usual disciplined control?"
The words were cloaked in academic impartiality, but the sinuous inference lacing every syllable made your thighs squeeze convulsively together as you pieced together the image Ranpo was so delectably, dangerously insinuating. You sucked in a sharp breath, heat lancing riotously through your body.
"I...I believe so, yes," you whispered throatily. "There were times where your pupils would dilate unnaturally, your breathing turned shallow, and a faint sheen of exertion gleamed over your brow despite an obvious lack of any taxing mental or physical stimuli."
Ranpo released a shuddering exhalation against the slender column of your throat that had you reflexively arching with tangible yearning. His fingers traced back up your sides, tantalizingly close to the swell of your breasts, before reversing their path almost punitively. You bit your lip to stifle a desperate whimper, and felt the distinct twitch of reaction against the rigid plains of his abdomen pressed to the small of your back.
"Oh, you are good at this game, aren't you?" He growled with clear, undisguised approval and answering desire flooding his tone. "What other salacious conclusions can you intuit from these lascivious hints I've been providing? I beg you to exercise that matchless intuition to its fullest, because I absolutely crave to hear you give proper definition aloud to the desire rapidly becoming my undoing..."
The challenge Ranpo issued proved as maddeningly elusive as the brilliant detective himself over the following days. You found yourself utterly consumed by the delicious vexation of attempting to unravel the inscrutable riddle Ranpo kept dangling with teasing hints and loaded innuendos.
At times his clues came in the form of brooding stares that lingered a beat too long, his silvery gaze drifting over your form with a heavy-lidded promise you couldn't quite decipher. Like he was committing your every line and curve to the ruthlessly methodicalprocessings of his formidable intellect through those mercurial depths. You shivered at the thought, uncertain whether it thrilled or unnerved you more.
Other times, Ranpo's provocations took on a more overt, sensual tilt. You'd catch the Detective Prince's throat working subtly as you laughed and joked together like old times, feel his eyes track the reflexive motion with raptor-like intensity. More than once, he seemed to drift closer until the clove-and-mahogany richness of his cologne threatened to utterly intoxicate your senses.
"Ranpo?" You found yourself murmuring on one such occasion, very much cognizant of how his dilated pupils followed the rise and fall of your chest. "Is everything...okay?"
Rather than answer directly, he simply hummed a low, rumbly acknowledgment that vibrated straight through to settle liquid-hot in your lower belly. You tried not to squirm beneath the laser focus of his rapt regard, feeling somewhat like a specimen being ruthlessly catalogued and deconstructed for careful study.
"You seem..." The words caught in your suddenly dry throat as Ranpo leaned fractionally closer, his thumb grazing over the thundering leap of your pulse point with maddening suggestion. "...distracted."
The only response was another indecipherable, baritone rumble, but this time the heat in his eyes unmistakably spiked. You finally regained enough of your faculties to stammer a hasty excuse and retreat from the powderkeg of tension sparking between you both. But not before catching the bare hint of a smug, knowing smile ghosting over Ranpo's sensuous lips for just a breath.
Much later, in the quiet, still hours before dawn, you found your restless mind replaying that freighted moment over and over again. You tossed and turned, highly aware of the burn of arousal slowly simmering through your system as it gradually dawned on you.
All of Ranpo's veiled remarks, evasions, and simmering looks over the past while - they added up to a single, heady conclusion too illicit and tantalizing to fully credit even as it pulsed through your thoughts. As preposterous as it seemed, the weight of the detective's heated stares and suggestive innuendos hinted that his much-vaunted deductive logic had somehow become...consumed.
With thoughts of an increasingly intimate, fevered bent centered entirely around your most elemental reactions and fantasies.
Images unbidden began to assault your whirling mind then - Ranpo tossing in his sweat-soaked sheets, utterly assailed by improbable visions of deduction taken to its carnal limits. You pictured his quickened breath catching on a moan as he imagined uncovering every hidden, shameful secret of your body's deepest wants. His graceful hands wandering over heated expanses of bare skin as he sought clue after clue to chart the gasping pathways that led you unraveled and shuddering beneath him...
You awoke with a strangled cry on your lips, rendered tacky with sweat and near-delirious with need in the aftermath of that torrid fantasy. As improbable as it seemed, some part of you couldn't reject the notion that Ranpo had been pursuing a more...intimate understanding as of late. And based on the relentless tensions sparked between you, he seemed resolutely committed to achieving nothing less than your complete surrender so he could study the matter exhaustively.
The thought alone made a shudder of yearning convulse through you, leaving you profoundly unsettled and burning with a gnawing, thirsty curiosity. Just how far would the Detective Prince pursue the sublime riddles your body seemed to present him with?
And could you truly find the willpower to deny indulging whatever fevered, fastidious measures Ranpo wished to exercise in unraveling those delicious mysteries for himself?
With each passing day, Ranpo's smoldering looks and heated provocations descended into brasher, utterly unsubtle insinuations. While you had initially deduced that the incandescent Detective Prince was wrestling with scorching visions of an intimate, carnal nature centered around you, it gradually became apparent there were even more profoundly illicit dimensions to his forbidden reveries.
He wanted you to extrapolate the embroidered details, the lush sensory fantasies plaguing his unconscious mind with visceral need. Ranpo wished for nothing less than your complete discernment of every sordid image and dark craving that had awakened his body thrumming with desperation upon daybreak.
The evidence came in the form of lingering, assessing glances that drifted over the exposed lines of your throat and collarbones with shockingly rapacious heat. Ranpo made no attempts to conceal the undisguised wanting that flooded his expression whenever you unconsciously wet your lips or arched your back in an absent stretch, emphasizing your feminine curves before his hooded, devouring stare.
"Got a clue yet as to what's been tormenting me?" Ranpo would murmur on such occasions, his voice rendered low and husky with banked intensity. You'd freeze in instinctive response, feel your pupils blowing wide as your senses became hyper aware of the whisper-light scratch of your shirt fabric over your nipples, now peaking betrayingly under his incendiary scrutiny.
All you could manage was a strangled hum of acknowledgment as he stalked closer, seemingly to emphasize the added inches of height he held over your suitably disheveled form. The mahogany-and-clove tang of his cologne was heady in the minuscule space separating you, searing the insides of your nostrils, the latent promise in the set of his broad shoulders and tautly corded forearms as they twitched infinitesimally with the obvious effort of restraint.
"Do be more specific, won't you?" He purred, smooth as velvet and just as rich in the underlying implication. "I require your observations in extraneously vivid detail, so I can fully immerse myself in the...depraved scenery unfolding through that peerless intuition of yours. Don't spare me any of those delicious, poetic descriptions."
And like an iridescent vision pulled directly from the lurid seance haunting Ranpo's unconscious, you began to glimpse the full breadth of longing and forbidden temptation tangling his preternatural deductive mind in frantic knots.
You saw him shuddering awake in the dead of night, sheets clinging damply to his sweat-slicked, naked torso as he desperately sought to cling to the receding remnants of dreams that stirred with your every moan and shudder undulating against him. Imagined the searing stroke of his fingertips roaming over the mental topography of your quivering, splayed form as he catalogued every slick, trembling inch.
Dexterous hands methodically divesting you of all adornments before his singleminded, deductive focus. Elegant, kissable lips tracing a scorching path over your most intimate secrets, no possible shroud or compunction left to conceal the scope of your body's rapture from his ruthless, unflinching regard.
You found yourself utterly undone by these incendiary visions bleeding over into your waking reality in shockingly lurid detail. Your breaths grew shallow and uneven, nipples straining against thin fabric as Ranpo continued his relentless study and your imagination showed no signs of yielding.
Finally, he leaned in so unbearably near that the brush of his lips against your heated cheek felt like a brand. "If you're going to provide me with a thoroughly immersive reconstruction," he rumbled with dark bedroom timbre, "Then I desperately require a first-hand account your rapturous undoing made as the full thrust of my interrogation bore down on you..."
A whimpery moan nearly broke free from the cage of your constricted throat at those words, your entire being flashing alight with the visceral understanding of what torrid fantasies held Ranpo so completely transfixed as of late. He craved the consummate panoramic of ecstacy warring over your naked expression as you surrendered every filthy, lewd revelation scrap by scrap in delirious fealty to the unflinching intensity of his carnal inquest.
And based on the fevered look scorching his features as he drank in your guileless realization, Ranpo meant to allow for absolutely no evasions or half-measures in the pursuit of such lurid deductions.
"Enough dancing around it," Ranpo growled, his eyes blazing with undisguised hunger. "I want you to know exactly what kind of filthy dreams you've been starring in night after night."
You felt a full-body flush at his blunt words, trembling slightly as he closed the distance between you with predatory intent. His hands settled dominantly on your hips, thumbs stroking possessive arcs over the jut of bone.
"I wake up absolutely soaked, aching and painfully hard," Ranpo rasped against the heated shell of your ear. "All from visions of stripping you bare and tasting every single inch of your pretty little body."
A shocked whimper escaped your lips at the unvarnished carnality of his confession. You could feel his erection pressing insistently against your abdomen as he rolled his hips with dark promise.
"That's right, baby..." he purred in a tone made husky and seductive with naked want. "I've spent night after night imagining burying my face between those soft thighs, lapping up your sweet cream until you're squirming and mewling on my tongue."
You were panting harshly now, your body utterly aflame at the vivid, filthy descriptions tumbling so casually from the normally unflappable detective's lips. Ranpo seized the back of your neck in a dominant grasp, forcing you to meet his darkly salacious stare.
"And that's just the start," he promised in a gravelly tone that made your core absolutely throb. "Once I've loosened you up nice and sloppy, I'm going to bury this thick cock so deep inside you won't remember your own name."
Your eyes fluttered shut in a dizzying wave of wanton arousal at the absolutely indecent images he was invoking in such frank, explicit detail. You could practically feel the delirious stretch and burn from his impressive girth claiming your body so dominantly, so unrelentingly.
"That's it, sweetheart..." Ranpo's voice dropped to a gruff timbre of pure sin as he guided your shaking hand down to palm the rigid, throbbing length straining against his trousers. "Get a good feel for how hard I've been for you, how badly I'm gonna rail that greedy little pussy and stuff you absolutely full of my cum."
You cried out shamelessly at the graphic promise, hips jerking in mindless need against his calloused fingers now rubbing searingly over the damp crotch of your underwear. This was far beyond any provocation or innuendo - Ranpo was utterly unfurling the darkest, most depraved and sordid temptations that had gripped his subconscious night after night.
"So tell me..." he rasped hoarsely against the sheen of perspiration beading over your collarbone. "Now that I've properly educated you in the true nature of my lascivious dreams...are you going to be a good girl and let me live them all out in vivid, unrepentant detail?"
You could only whine and nod frantically, utterly transfixed and inflamed with unrestrained yearning to make this profane reality. Ranpo answered with a feral growl of approval.
"That's what I like to hear..." He yanked you harshly into the scalding brand of his lean musculature, teeth scoring biting kisses up the fevered line of your throat. "Now be a good little pet and start undressing...because I'm not stopping until I've explored and defiled every single one of your most shameless erotic mysteries."
Ranpo's ravenous words and commanding touch left you utterly undone and compliant as warm putty in his capable hands. You found yourself frantically divesting of clothing at his guttural urging, fevered desperation thrumming through your veins at the promise of experiencing firsthand the lurid fantasies that had plagued the brilliant detective's unconscious.
Soon you stood flushed and quivering in just your underwear, breath catching at the sheer heat and intensity blazing through Ranpo's lidded gaze as he drank in the sight of you revealed. His tongue swept deliberately over his lower lip as his eyes roamed with undisguised possession and longing over every newly bared inch.
"Exquisite..." he husked in a voice rendered gravel-rough from the strain of his carefully leashed desire. "Though perhaps we ought to remove these last scraps as well before indulging in the real main event, hmm?"
You bit back a shuddering moan at the blatant implication, fingers already hooking into the flimsy lace to comply. But Ranpo's hands seized your wrists in a punishing grip, halting your movements as he stepped in to loom over your suddenly diminutive frame with dark promise.
"Allow me," he growled in a tone that brokered no argument as he brought your hands up to bracket his shoulders instead.
The first intimate brush of your heated skin against his clothed chest and arms left you dizzy with acute sensitivity and gnawing craving. You shivered and swayed instinctively nearer as Ranpo leisurely trailed his fingertips in a feather-light glide down over the swell of your breasts and along the feminine flare of your waist. His blazing regard remained riveted on the journey of his exploring hands, flagrantly studying your every reactive shudder and quickly becoming mottled flesh with raptor intensity.
"My my..." he tsked softly, voice gone dark velvet and rich with undisguised sin as he hooked into the flimsy elastic of your underwear. "How utterly responsive and primed you are already, my dear...and we've barely even made the barest start toward enacting the wet dreams I've been forced to endure night after endless night."
With one smooth, unhurried motion, Ranpo divested you fully of your last tatters of concealment. The humid caress of air over your newly bared skin made you suck in a sharp breath, hips jerking reactively in seeking of some relief for the steadily mounting ache between your slickened folds. Relief that Ranpo looked eminently prepared to provide as he took a measured step back, sweeping you from crown to soles with a look positively blazing with carnal appreciation.
"Just as spectacular to apprehend in the flesh as my unconscious recreations dared dream..." he rumbled in a tone of quiet rapture, flexing his hands at his sides as if warring against the urge to touch. "But perhaps we ought to take things a bit further before I utterly ravish you, hmm?"
You were trembling oxygenless pants by the time Ranpo made languid, methodical work of stripping away his own concealing layers, unveiling the taut, lean musculature of his naked form to your prey-whetting inspection. By the time he finally stood fully and gloriously undressed, his substantial arousal stood flushed and iron-proud from the nexus of his thighs, you were an utter shuddering wreck of anticipation and need.
With smoldering intent, Ranpo stalked forward until all you could see, hear, and taste was the banked promise of his raw masculinity consuming your senses entirely. His motions were those of a jungle cat unhurriedly cornering its hapless quarry - controlled and weighted with imminent danger.
"I want to hear you..." he commanded in a hoarse timbre of pure sin. One large palm flattened scorchingly over the frantic kick of your pulse while the other boldly cupped and kneaded the soft weight of your breast. "I want to hear you moaning and crying out like you do in my dirty dreams. Don't hold back any of those delicious little whimpers when I finally get my hands on this body that's been driving me crazy with need."
Then his mouth was on you, claiming your lips with an utterly shameless and unapologetically greedy kiss that sent you reeling. Your mind stuttered to a halt as his tongue swept over yours in a slick, velvety glide that had your knees buckling beneath you. Only the firm band of his arm across the small of your back kept you upright as his other hand continued its sinful exploration.
Ranpo's palm felt searing hot as it traveled over the smooth expanse of your belly and down to cup the curve of your ass. You moaned into the kiss as he squeezed and groped shamelessly, fingers dipping in the crease and teasing just shy of your dripping entrance. He swallowed down your gasp with a rumbling purr, his mouth continuing to ravage and dominate yours until you were clinging weakly to his broad shoulders for support.
When he finally broke the kiss, you were left gasping and dizzy, utterly boneless in the wake of his masterful touch. Ranpo's lips skated a scalding path down the side of your neck, pausing to nip and suck at the hollow where your pulse thundered. He pressed open-mouthed, bruising kisses over the tops of your breasts, the edge of his teeth and tongue rasping against your nipples until they were tight, aching peaks.
Your body burned and yearned, reduced to a molten, incandescent puddle under his expert attentions. When Ranpo finally lifted his head to fix you with a dark, lust-blown stare, his breathing was harsh and unsteady, his skin flushed and shining with a fine sheen of sweat. You knew you must look an utterly debauched, wanton mess, and the knowledge had something primal and savage igniting in his eyes.
"Tell me, sweetheart..." he growled low and hungry, the pads of his thumbs grazing in maddening circles over the sensitive inner skin of your thighs. "Have you figured it out yet? The reason why I've been so damnably, insufferably restless and agitated as of late?"
You could only whimper, your mind utterly scrambled and addled from the onslaught of his touch. Ranpo chuckled darkly, his hands moving inexorably upward until they were ghosting feather-light over the feverish, slick heat of your pussy.
"The answer should be simple enough for even you to deduce, my dear..." he purred in a honeyed timbre that vibrated straight through to your core. "The fact is, you've been plaguing my waking thoughts and unconscious desires with an infuriatingly relentless persistence. So much so that I'm absolutely compelled to explore and satisfy each and every one of the torrid scenarios that have been playing out through my subconscious as of late."
Ranpo punctuated his claim with the slow, deliberate glide of two fingers along your slit, gathering the slickness pooling at your entrance. He swirled the tips in a lazy circle over your clit, making your hips jerk uncontrollably as your body sang in ecstacy.
"But more than that..." he continued in a voice rendered rough with naked, visceral wanting. "I'm utterly compelled to indulge in the filthy, depraved fantasy of you being spread out and helpless before me, allowing me to do whatever I want to this pretty little body of yours. Allowing me to completely defile and deflower you."
The words alone had your walls clenching, desperate for the thick, hard stretch of him spearing you open and filling you to the hilt. Ranpo rumbled a dark, approving noise deep in his chest, the sound resonating through you until your legs were practically shaking with the need to have him inside.
"You want it too, don't you, sweetheart?" he murmured with quiet conviction. "You want to feel the obscene, dirty, ungodly pleasure of me plowing this tight cunt with every inch of my thick cock."
Your answering moan was utterly broken, breathy and shameless. You were completely unraveled, ready to beg for anything and everything Ranpo could give. He rewarded you with another searing, open-mouthed kiss that left you seeing stars.
"So let's start making the illicit reality match the deliciously torrid fantasy," he whispered against your lips. "Every filthy fucking fantasy Iâve had about this tight, needy pussy has been a variation on the same theme. That you're going to spread these pretty thighs and let me fuck you absolutely senseless. And that starts with you bending over the desk, presenting this gorgeous little ass to me while I bury myself in this greedy, soaked little cunt."
The command brooked no argument, the unflinching dominance behind the words making your cunt positively throb. You were dimly aware of him steering you over to the nearby desk, maneuvering you into position with firm, unyielding hands.
Ranpo's fingers danced and teased, spreading the lips of your cunt and rubbing in gentle, teasing strokes against your entrance. He dipped in just enough to gather a few drops of slick, slathering them up and down the length of his thick cock. Then you felt the hot, blunt head press insistently against your folds.
"Remember what I said before, sweetheart..." Ranpo crooned dark and seductive, one hand splaying possessively over the small of your back as he lined himself up. "I'm not stopping until I've had you screaming and squirting all over this cock. Until you've given me the full, unfettered experience of your orgasm wracking this body, making you shake and shudder on my dick."
His free hand landed a stinging slap on the rounded curve of your ass, making you gasp and jolt. The slight shift of movement made the tip of his cock push past your entrance, stretching and burning as it slowly sank into the velvety clutch of your core.
You cried out at the delicious, agonizingly slow burn, feeling every inch of him impaling you as his hips rolled with measured control. He bottomed out with a low growl of satisfaction, his fingers digging into your hips as he began to slowly pump his length in and out.
"Oh yes..." Ranpo groaned, his eyes hooded and heavy with lust as he gazed down at where you were stretched and straining around his thick shaft. "Fuck, sweetheart, you feel even better than I dreamed."
You keened and writhed, struggling to take the immense, overwhelming pressure and stretch. Ranpo leaned down, pressing his chest against your back and molding your body to his. His hips never stilled their torturously unhurried pace, pumping in slow, deep strokes.
"You're being such a good little detective's pet for me," he purred against the shell of your ear, the praise making you whimper and clench involuntarily. Ranpo hummed his approval, his pace picking up incrementally as he drove you to the brink of madness.
"I'm going to make you come like this, sweetheart..." he murmured in a voice gone husky and low with carnal intent. "I'm going to fuck this sweet little cunt until you're screaming and gushing all over me. Then I'm going to bend you over and breed you so thoroughly, you'll feel the slick, wet mess leaking out of you for days."
You whimpered at the filthy promises, your cunt clenching greedily around him at the thought. Ranpo snarled and fucked harder, his cock driving deeper and harder with each snap of his hips. You could feel yourself hurtling toward the edge, your legs beginning to shake as the coil in your lower belly wound tighter and tighter.
"That's it, sweetheart..." Ranpo encouraged, his voice rough with the strain of holding back his own release. "Let go for me, let me feel that pussy squeezing around my cock. Show me how hard you can come on my dick."
You came with a wail, the coil snapping violently and sending you crashing over the edge. Ranpo fucked you through it, his thrusts losing rhythm as his control slipped.
"Oh, fuck..." he groaned, his grip tightening as his hips snapped forward, his cock twitching inside you. You could feel the warm, wet rush of his release flooding you, stuffing you full of his cum.
It was several long moments before you could catch your breath, both of you slumped over the desk, still joined together. You whimpered softly as Ranpo slowly pulled out, his hands immediately sliding over the round swell of your ass.
"Such a good pet," he murmured, his thumb dipping down to stroke your entrance. "So wet and messy for me. But I'm not done with you yet."
Ranpo straightened, tugging on your arm until you turned and faced him. "That was only the recreation of one dream. We still have many more to work through. On your knees."
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"Oh, big stretch." It's playfully patronizing; an affected air to hide the undercurrent of genuine pride. John's always liked watching you push your limits, but raw affection has no place here in his bed - always kept carefully at bay, dropped with his tac gear by the door, or maybe even further back, in the field, when he ducked his helmet against yours with a quiet 'well done, love,' barely audible over the din of exfil, ripped away in the impending whorl of hele blades.Â
He praises you here as well, but never as an equal. You're a plaything when he's got you pinned under him. He toys with you the way you imagine he's toyed with cute little things all his life. John doesn't strike you as a bully by any means, but you've seen first hand how he can turn a compliment into a debasement by simply dropping his pitch a few octaves. It leaves you unmoored, dragged in and out of your arousal by self-conscious turns which he soothes with sweet kisses and gentle touches.
They sting worse than the words.
He's got his thumb against the seam of you now, pushing at the tender skin where it is indeed stretched wide around his cock. He's overconfident when he mouths off about how good it must feel, but his eyes betray him as they always do: reverent, tender, yes. And envious.
It took you months to see it. As a rule, by the time he got like this, you were already too fucked out to notice. You fear you never would have, had this slippery slope you'd both found yourselves on not started declining further by the day. You might slip more often, but he's bigger. Falls harder.
It's the vulnerability that tips you off.Â
'You're only ever satisfied when you're taking my cock, aren't you darlin'?' it began, a mocking smirk pressed against your lips as you pouted about being given nothing but his fingers. 'That feel good, love?' he'd ask, palm grinding into your sex as he fucked you shallowly, watching himself disappear within your body. Then 'tell me how good I make you feel,' turned into, 'tell me how good it feels,' while 'need me to fix it?' became, 'fuck, sweetheart, please.'
Now you watch him back, entranced by the way he cannot look away from where your bodies meet. It's early yet. He has all his faculties. Still, his gaze is anchored to the stretch of your cunt. "You could cum like this, couldn't you?" he asks, thumb tracing up to your clit. "So full I don't even have to work for it. Just stuff you up and press this button, eh?"
You nod but he's not looking. His thumb pushes against you cruelly as punishment for your perceived silence. "Yes," you hiss and he hums, eyes bright with mischief.
"Show me, then," he says casually, rocking himself that final centimeter deeper as he starts playing with your clit exactly the way you like it. You bear it in stillness and silence for as long as you can, but the quiet sigh he eventually earns himself is like a floodgate. Once your mouth is open, jaw relaxed, your soft noises continue, and then your hips are canting just enough to work against his rhythm. You don't last long enough to test your theory that night, not when John stays as buried deep as he can get, rocking shallowly into you just so he can feel the head of his cock drag under his palm where he keeps it pressed into the soft flesh of your belly. It's vulnerable, makes you feel field dressed, gralloched.Â
His own tummy jumps when you palm him there in turn, his cock twitching within you as he groans like he's been gutshot, falls limp over you just the same.
You find out days later that you can make him a desperate, gasping mess by just leaving teeth marks there, working him in your fist while you hide your bite among the soft hair of his underbelly, the most defenseless part of him - too low for his vest to cover; mobility at the cost of exposure. But he trusts you here, holds you close after the first few flutters of his panic settle. His cum stripes your chin when your free hand palms his heavy sac, one finger settling lower, along the seam of him.Â
John does not ask you. You wonder sometimes if it would be a bridge too far, playing into the role more than he is comfortable with. Then, John being comfortable with any of this is a stretch, as evident in the tension of his brow when you finally get him on his back, the sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat when you work your second finger in alongside the first. You think it's more than he can take, but he outright whimpers when you go to pull back and you can't help but laugh when he wraps a strong leg around your waist to hold you close, his voice like gravel in a cement mixer when he chokes out a quiet, 'don't you dare.'
Don't laugh, don't stop - you're unsure so do neither as you settle yourself deeper within him, fingers probing, just exploring. Taking your time.
The toy he'd bought you - ostensibly - is bigger than he is. Will sit deep within him, proportionate to how he fits inside you. You're not worried it will please him, but it's hard not to be at least a little jealous of his big hands when your fingers can't reach deep enough to do anything but press fluttery pulses against his prostate, only make him tense and sweat when you want to make him cry and beg. It's an instinct that grows with each passing minute, John's impatience - and ability to articulate it - damn near hurting your pride.
He wants to be made vulnerable, has entrusted you alone with the task, though you can do little more than tease him on your own.
But you've always been resourceful. Learned from the best.
When you do pull away, John's hole tightens around your fingers so hard you imagine you would be unable to escape if not for the copious amounts of lube you'd used while working him open. He doesn't pout the way you would have, his frustration instead leaving him with a strangely bull-like huff. You shush him anyway, soothing the emptiness with two thumbs quickly hooking into his rim, testing his stretch with a quiet, disapproving hum.
"I don't know, cap. Don't think you're ready for this cock."
John's neck flexes when he tilts his head back, the thick cords on full display when he swallows heavily, jumping past the strain in his throat. "Oh, fuck you."
"Not tonight," you counter absently, sinking your thumbs to the knuckle just to watch his hole try to wink around them. When you remove them completely, you drag slick trails of lube through the coarse hair there. "It's these little fingers of mine," you pout, wiggling them at him illustratively. "Not gonna cut it, I fear. Be a doll and open yourself up for me, hm?"
He looks like he has something to say to that, but it gets caught behind his teeth and to your surprise he only rolls, gets his knees up under his hips so he can kneel before you, brace most of his weight on his left hand which he plants firmly on the bed. You don't comment on the practiced ease with which he reaches back and coats his fingers in the sticky lube which drips from his hole, nor the way his breath catches when his fingers do. Whatever this is, this practiced confidence, this was never intended for you and you're loathe to have taken it from him.
You're more loathe he's kept it from you at all, but you stay just as silent as him.
John works efficiently, doesn't even take enough time to let the pleasure build. You think about guiding his hands but falter, too scared to take too much control. Instead you keep his cheeks spread for him, warm extra slick between your fingers before letting it slip from your grip, watch as it slips into his greedy hole. You want to tell him how good he looks, but you don't want to embarrass him, either, and your words die in your throat, dry and brittle, because John is not usually so quiet as this during sex and if he needs the silence, you will not be the one to break it.
He doesn't speak when he's decided he's stretched enough, either. Simply lays down on his belly with his legs stretched out between your own. You hum appreciatively, chance to ask if he's ready for you with a quick, assessing swipe of your finger across his loosened rim. With the muscle lax and unfurled, your digit catches and tugs, draws a low, startled grunt from him before he clears his throat and nods, voice thick when he says he is.
You remember the way his stomach tensed under your palm, the way he cradles the back of your head when you get his balls in your mouth, pressing the ring of your teeth closer. John does not ask for this, at least not verbally, but you know what he wants. John's never led you astray before, and he doesn't now, so long as you know what to look for. He does not want to be responsible for this, to tell you when he's ready. The added tension of it, your expectation that he make a decision at the one time he wasn't expecting to, it collects tangibly in the iron of his spine, the clench of your jaw. In the silence of the room, you hear the spiderweb break of the fragile gift he's given you and you still, coltish legs on too-thin ice. Misguided. Not a concept you've had to worry about since coming under John's captaincy. You've grown lax
"Tell me how good it feels."
And maybe it's okay that you've let him crumble, just a bit, because he shatters beautifully when he knows you'll keep him together.
John's voice is still tight when the head of your cock catches on his rim, the words pulled from him like tangled fishing line, each confession pulling clotted debris from the silt of his vitals. It's good, a stretch, he's full.
You can't help the cruel laugh that builds at that last, flex your hips down into his to sink incrementally deeper. "Not yet, you're not."
The quiet snarl is the only warning you get, John's palm reaching back to wrap around your hip with the same quick reflexes that have kept him whole so long. He rips back whatever control he's ceded with just as much ease as he pulls you into him, a rough grunt the only indication he gives of any potential discomfort from the sudden intrusion. Still, you lean against him heavily so he can't move you manually again, create a rhythm for himself that you haven't authorized. You don't let the doubt overcome you, know this is no less than the last desperate gasps of any bound animal.Â
You settle him just the same, warm hands on his flank and soft reassurances, your low murmur spilled across his shoulder because he's far too tall for you to lean over properly. "Easy, baby. Give yourself a minute to adjust."
A dog that's slipped his muzzle, John still shows his teeth. "I can take it."
"Don't care what you can do," you counter, bearing more weight down on his back as you slip your free hand under his thick chest - a poor approximation of the way he effortlessly comforts you in this position, the tenderness he doesn't even mean to give. "Just care about what you want to do."
Though he remains unsettled, John's voice is less clipped now despite his words. "I want you to move."
Impertinence sits on your tongue - begging for it already? - but you know better than to test his patience when he's already got himself so wound up over nothing. He's a man unused to this position, figuratively and literally, and you take pity on the perceived bruising of his ego, even if it is self-inflicted. "I'll take care of you," you promise instead, and have to bite back the swell of pride in your chest when the tension of his back slackens incrementally.
"Know you will, love."
The first slow pump of your hips is shallow, experimental, your body acquainting itself with this new movement. John offers no encouragement, but you take his lack of objection for it anyway and gain confidence with each thrust, your strokes growing longer as you learn how to properly brace your weight.Â
The harness you've chosen rests low on your hips, the base of your cock digging into your mons each time you bottom out within him. It's a low simmer of pleasure, not distracting enough to keep you from your main aim, but enough to get your hips snapping slightly into him, a rhythm you double down on when John's breath stilts and he shifts subtly, bracing himself to ensure your movements are well met. It's unnecessary - his bulk far too much for you to move with so little engagement - but appreciated all the more because of it.
"Feel good, John? You like having me so deep inside you?"
When he looks over his shoulder, you can see the pinpricks of sweat collecting on his temple. "Let you know when you fuck me proper."
You laugh catches in your throat, more a startled breath than true amusement. "Cheeky," you grumble, then shift up onto your knees and brace your feet over the backs of his calves, using your too-wide stance to your advantage when it means you can't hold your weight on your own. You sink further into the clutch of him, the base of your toy flush tight to his rim, and John swallows thickly, throat flexing.Â
The angle is difficult to work but worth it, the way John's head hangs limp between his shoulders the only encouragement you need to plant your hands on the back of his tight waist and feel the way his abdomen flexes each time you let your weight drop back into him. You keep a steady pace even when he tries arching back up under you, inviting you deeper without speaking.
He didn't ask, but you knew.
You don't give him what he wants until he's biting back moans, his voice so low and shot you'd mistake them for the traffic outside if not for how acutely attuned you are to him, your pace quickening just to chase the harefooted pulse in his neck higher.Â
When he bites your name out through clenched teeth, his breath condensing in the hairs of his forearm, you tell him to beg.Â
"Shit⊠fuck." You see the muscles of his back bunch when he plants his hands under his shoulders, the tension in his spine when he debates bucking you off of him. And then you plant your feet under yourself, sacrifice depth for power on your next thrust and he whimpers, dropping back to the mattress with a reedy whine.Â
You give him a few more, exact copies - the movement already imprinted on your mind like a ballroom basic (Quick learner. Lethal. Brutal. You'd read his reports on you) - and peter off you hear him choke off the next thin groan.Â
"If you're not gonna beg for me, at least let me hear those pretty sounds." To prove your point, you grind in hard against him, hips angled to hit that spot that had earned you a whine to begin with. You chuckle when it works again, voice dripping with a cruelty you didn't know you were capable of when it came to your captain. "I've earned 'em, haven't I?"
Another noise bubbles in his throat, pops with a breathy huff. You slip away from him, snap back, and revel in the clench of his thick fist against the sheets. "Fuuuuck. Yeah, love. Just like that. Alright. You've earned it."
He's a veritable font after that, tongue loose and spilling every thought. You feel carbonated, fizzy and staticky, listening to each noise and bitten off praise tumble past his lips. You want to kiss him, get frustrated when you can't reach him. The hand around the column of his throat to arch him backwards surprises both of you, kiss forgotten as you pant against his lips, your glutes burning as you try to maintain your pace. Silent now, John's throat can do little more than flex weakly under your palm as his jaw works, swallowing the spit you want to drink from him. You can't help a whine of your own when the harness grinds too low, too hard, and you bunt your forehead against his cheek, spine sagging just slightly.
"'S'it good, love?"
He doesn't even sound like your captain anymore, voice too quiet, vulnerable. Sinking for a moment into that soft space with him. But when you open your eyes and see his own looking back at you, expectant and eager, you steel yourself again, lips feather light against his ear.
"So good, baby. Taking me so fucking well. Look pretty like this, John," you admit, rambling on over the whine it incites. "Should get you under me more often, hm? Let you take this cock the way I know you want?" He slinks back to the bed when you let him, your palm petting heavily along his spine as he slips away from you. He doesn't try to muffle his noises in the pillow this time, breaths heavy and high as you build your rhythm back up, ignoring the way the harness slips against your sweaty skin.Â
With your hands braced against his waist again, it's easy to watch the stretch of his hole where he accepts you so greedily. Even now it glistens in the low light, hair matted with the generous amount of lube you'd plied him with. Your cock is skin-toned, natural, glistening as if with slick when you work it free of him. You make it as loud as you can manage when you spit on him, delighting in the way his hole winks around the tapered head of your cock when he flinches in embarrassment, making it worse by taking the base in hand and slapping the head against the wet of it until he can't take it anymore, reaching back to try and grab your hip again.Â
You're ready for him this time, slap his hand away easily, an odd contrast to the way you coo filth at him, call him greedy and just to watch his hole clench down again, a futile attempt to keep you out. When you spit on him this time, a half-hearted bid to ensure he could still take you despite his tension, he groans unabashedly and flops back down, boneless.
"Whore," you chide, and slip back to the base in one steady move, filing the way your gamble makes him keen for later.
Despite his submission, rigidity coils low in John's spine as you work yourself deeper, the muscles under your hand pulling taut as he accepts you. It pools in your own as well, a baseline pleasure you've done all you can to ignore. Your thumbs trace his ilium, feel the tightness of his fascia. One palm pulls the meat of his cheek away to bare his hole to you and then that same thumb slips lower, past the seam of him, and presses softly against his rim.Â
You accuse him of being greedy and bite back a smile as John accepts this new intrusion with a slack-jawed moan, drool pooling on the pillow beneath him. You tell him he's being so good for you when your first knuckle slips past his slack hole, but you don't think it even registers, given the fucked out look on his face, the tight pinch of pleasure between his brows. You keep praising him anyway as you begin to fuck him again, your words a low undertone to the high pitched grunts he emits each time you slam home. With your hook him, John can't help but work his hips against yours, aborted little thrusts which you allow because there's not much you can do to stop him, not when he's so far past listening and you're no match for the powerful contraction of his thick thighs. It's a struggle to stay atop him but you manage, pushing him back down as much as you're able with your palms planted on his flexing glutes. To his credit, he regains some sentience when his cock receives sufficient stimulation, tucking his arms up under his chest to better work down against the mattress, slurring vague encouragement through spit-slick lips.
"C'mon, sweetheart, give it to me, please - fuck."
"Need more?" you ask, unsure how you could even give him what he needs when you're on the verge of collapse, untested musculature flagging by the minute.
"Just like that. Shit -!"
He cuts off with a cry when your second thumb slips lower, prods threateningly at the tight ring of muscle you've already worked too loose. "Big stretch," you warn, but make it no further than your nailbed before he's cumming with bitten off shout, hips stuttering as if he can't decide if he wants to fuck down into the mattress or back onto you more. You take the choice from him, bearing down with enough force to work your mound against the base of the harness, taking the edge off your own pleasure with deep grinds that have John babbling beneath you.
In the silence that follows, you slip free of him gently, massaging his glutes as you lay your toy between them, just listening to his breathing even out. For a moment you think it won't, and you slink down to lay across his back again, chest pressed to the lax muscles there to give him the same kind of grounding weight you love so much from him. John just reaches back to sink lazy fingers along your scalp, though, a satisfied hum leaving him when you tip off him sideways to spoon up next to him. Between you, your cock bobs ungainly, an unwelcome intrusion that keeps you from clinging to him. He laughs when you huff in frustration, watches you with one eye open as you fiddle with the clasps until you're free. He's good enough to roll onto his side when you lay back down, welcoming you into his chest with a warmth you're not used to seeing post-coitus, and despite the easiness of his hold on you, it puts you on your back foot, sends you spiraling back into reality - to your place behind him in the field, never his equal.Â
He mistakes your stiffness for dissatisfaction at first, his palm sliding down your front unprompted despite his obvious exhaustion, his whole body wrung out and relaxed. It fills you with pride that you were able to do that for him, but it's a sour sort of pride, a noxious gas which bubbles within you, has you pushing his hand away before he's even grazed the thatch of hair above your sex. John grumbles, peeks down past his nose to look you over. His free hand finds the nape of your neck when you avoid him, tilts your face for his inspection.
When he asks if you're broken, your throat constricts, the words like a mallet knocking your panic loose. Your voice falters, stuttering past a protest which you can't quite form. John frowns down at you and that insufferable feeling of disappointment, of having let him down yawns beneath your feet, your axis tilting you over the edge -.
"What's wrong, love?"
It's too quiet to be the voice he uses in the field, too soft to be that patronizing tone he adopts when he's got you underneath him. Closer to the quiet murmur he imparts on you when he drags you close before exfil, those secret words meant just for you, his softest soldier who needs the gentle touch. You shake your head, not trusting your voice, but he's not having it, dragging you closer so you've no choice but to hitch your leg up over his thigh, expose yourself to him fully.
"Can't fix it if you don't tell me," he reminds you, and even that aches - the knowledge he'd trusted you with all this, and he still has to keep you together.Â
"It's nothing," you assert, desperate to let him enjoy his come down. "I'm just being silly."
John just squints at you, testing. When he moves your hips down against his own, he tracks the slight flinch in your expression with open interest. "Doesn't seem so silly, lovie."
You still his hands, ask him to stop with regret tinging your voice. "I'm sorry, it's just -. I just -."
"You what, sweetheart?"
"Oh, don't call me that," you blubber, floodgates opening despite your best effort.Â
To his credit, John seems to take it in stride, pulling you into his chest and tucking you under his chin. His hands are heavy and warm on your back where they soothe along your spine. "Okay, no sweetheart. How 'bout lovie? Or honey? Or -?"
"John," you whine, pushing yourself away from him with a firm hand on his chest. "I can't take it anymore! You're so⊠soâŠ"
"So what?"
"So sweet! And it hurts too much, knowing I can't keep it, and -."
"Can't keep it?" he mutters, but you're too wound up to listen, rattling on about not know what this is, spilling your heart out about how you keep blurring the lines.Â
John silences you with a kiss, far too slow and sweet to have been listening to a single one of your concerns. When he pulls away he doesn't let you go far, keeping you in the tight ring of his embrace so he can pepper bittersweet kisses across your cheeks. "You were being silly, weren't you, love?" he starts, and chuckles meanly when you swat at him, trying to squirm away. "Easy. Listen to me, sweetheart, okay? It's important." He waits patiently for you to settle, heat boiling under your collar as you meet his eyes. "Do you think I'd have let you do all that if this were just casual? Hm?"
Clarity swells in you like ocean tide, briny and bitter where it creeps up your throat. You open your mouth to answer but close it just as fast, afraid of what might come spilling out.Â
"Just casual," John scoffs, pulling you closer and saving you from further embarrassment when he tucks you back under his chin. "If I find out you've been casual with any of the other lads I'm going to be quite cross."
You want to tell him it would be his own fault, or lie just to teach him a lesson. Mostly, you want to be offended. Instead you just shake your head adamantly, lips dragging across the coarse hair of his chest.Â
"Good girl," he rumbles, and must feel the clench of your cunt against his hip because his hand drags down to your rear, pulls you impossibly closer. "Now, let's drive those nasty thoughts out of your head, shall we?"
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Stress Relief
Pairing: Theodore Nott x reader
Content: comfort, fluff, bestfriend!Theo, friends to lovers, gender and house of the reader are not mentioned
Synopsis: reader is stressed by all of the school work they have and Theo wonât stand there an watch them deteriorate.
Length: short
A/N: I could write a sequel with smut if anyone were interested
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5th year had been hard, with O.W.L.s and all, but 6th? Bloody hell, you couldnât catch a break.
It wasnât until it was too late to change, that you realized you had overestimated your will to study and make everything fit into your schedule.
With Quidditch practice, advanced standard subjects (and donât let the âstandardâ fool you, there was nothing âstandardâ about advanced potions and transfiguration), care of magical creatures, runes, bloody arithmancy⊠curse your stupid self for voluntarily picking up magic math on meth.
You had considered begging your teachers to let you drop a subject once or twice, but you were no quitter, and your stubborn, pride-ridden heart would never allow that.
So now you were scrambling to get work done and sprinting between classes, earning yourself a few scoldings from the faculty.
You were so preoccupied with staying afloat study-wise, that the previous time you usually dedicated to your friends had now been turned in power-naps and more, incessant, work.
Most of your friends decided to give you time, but your best friend, Theo, just âcould not give you upâ. So, he decided to work around the problem and hang out with you anyway even with all your protests.
âTheo would you just please get out?!â
You exasperated eventually, after he would keep trying to strike up conversation or annoy you to get you to stop ignoring him.
âAnd where would the fun be in that, loveâ
Heâd reply nonchalantly every time.
This time you had had enough, though, and set yourself to do something you may or may not regret the next day.
âI AM DONE WITH YOU. I do not want to play around, I do not want to hear your insufferable jokes, or look at your stupid face. Your âfunâ is the LEAST of my concerns. ïżŒI need to get work done. GET OUT.â
You shouted, getting impossibly close to his face and poking a finger into his chest, in an effort to be as intimidating as possible.
Theodore stared down at you, unmoving and calm. A more serious expression on his face. When suddenly, he pulled you into a hug.
You tried to protest but he shushed you quickly.
âYouâve been going through a lot these weeks, havenât you?â His voice was soft, caring. It caught you off guard so off guard that you remained silent, mouth opening and closing at intervals.
âI know everythingâs been weighing on you. I just want you to take it easy every once in a whileâ he sighed, his hand caressing through your hair. âAnd I just want you to know that you donât have to keep up with everyoneâs expectations. Iâm proud of you, always.â
Tears started to prick at your eyes at his words. You hadnât realized how much the stress of everything had been affecting you. You melted into him and buried you head into his chest.
âI donât deserve youâ you sobbed âIâm sorry for how mean Iâve been to you these past few weeks.â
âItâs okay, donât apologize, love.â He kept you close to himself until you started to even out your breath again, holding you with such a firm tenderness, you almost forgot about your worries.
âFuck, I just wish there was a way to let off steam and get away from all that bullshitâŠâ you mumbled against him.
Theo cringed lightly at your words, his muscles unconsciously tensing.
âWhat?â You loosened the hug to look up at him once more. âDo you know a way?â
âUhmâ
He avoided your eye contact, a hint of pink displaying on his cheeks.
âThere might be a wayâŠâ
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Short Translation from Twst the 2nd novel: The Day of the Tournament (2/6)
"The march itself was suggested by the chair of the spelldrive tournament management committee, the housewarden of Octavinelle. He is likely the student wearing glasses, standing diagonally to Vargas' back. He smiles as he nods along, looking more satisfied than anyone else.
The thought of having to sit through such a spectacle was originally met with displeasure, but complaining students were mocked for being envious of those who had made the teams. By this point opposition has almost entirely disappeared, and the tournament adviserâVargasâis a huge proponent.
âListen up, you all. You are to show our visitors those bodies that youâve been training up so hard for this day. Like mine!â Vargas contorts his body, grabs his own wrist, and flexes his pectorals. 'Educate them on the excellent muscles of Night Raven College!â
Another collective sigh echoes throughout the auditorium. Unlike before, these are sighs of exasperation.
While Vargas and his impressive physique do have their fans, a far larger percentage of the student body has grown tired of his relentless demands that they achieve his level of physical beauty.
With a cough from Trein, Vargas finally drops his pose. âIt wouldâve been nice to broadcast the march as well, but it was added so abruptly that preparations couldnât be made in timeâŠthe TV broadcast will begin from the opening ceremony, right after the athletes make their entrance. Athlete or no, all students are to be on their best behavior once the ceremony has begun.â
The teachers, in a line behind Vargas, all nod with serious expressions.
The drawing for the tournament bracket also happens during the opening ceremony. It seem there was an incident last year where angry students had begun booing. Such undignified behavior must have caused quite the headache for the faculty.
âUnderstood?â Vargas emphasizes, his voice low. Then, he continues. âThe main gate will be opened shortly. Do not to be discourteous to outsiders. Do not forget your pride as Night Raven College students.â
The students nod together, and Vargas displays his pure white teeth. 'Goodâyou are dismissed. Confirm your check-in times again! Especially the athletesâyou are to take the utmost care to not be late for the march.â"
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there's something to be said of flint's anger in the scene he beats singleton to death.
but.
i think we should recognize that part of it stems from strategy as well.
the conversation with billy at guthrie's house-
"but now it seems they feel i'm..." "too weak." "i was gonna say unlucky. so that's the thinking. we've been attacking ships with lighter loads because i'm too weak to do otherwise."
up until this moment flint didn't know that's how he was perceived. but now he does, and that he needs to prove to the crew that that's not true. and what better way to prove your strength than beating a man to death with your bare fists?
of course the anger played a huge role in it, i'm not going to deny it. but it didn't have to.
the puzzle pieces fit neatly together to set the scene. flint came into that fight with the full intent of unleashing that rage, not merely because he needed an outlet, but also because he knew it would help his image.
this, plus going after a ship like the urca...
afterwards, the crew could think what they wanted about flit's mental faculties. they could think what they wanted about his arrogance, his pride, his lies and schemes.
but not one of them would think him weak again.
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