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Ulterior Motives
A quick fic in celebration of me finishing this semester, and with one of my fav Tecchou frames (i love my husband mwah)
Scenario: Passing class is literally impossible when your professor has a nice ass. So in order to pass, you show him your tits
[Reader is an adult here. also NSFW warning but like it's really not explicit.]
This course had been a nightmare - it was the second time you had taken this class, and your second attempt was just 'barely passing'. Straight C grades across each test and paper, it almost made you want to scream.
It was nearly impossible to pay attention to your lectures when your professor wore tight pants and button-up shirts, like a whore. He was like candy for your eyes, walking around the front of the room and pointing at the board with his authentic Kyu Gunto sword.
Jesus. What a nerd.
How were you supposed to take notes on the history of pan-Asianism when he didn't even know how geeky he was? And when his shirt couldn't even contain his shoulders?
It was so distracting.
Of course you were close to failing.
Why did you sit in the front again? It wasn't a full class, half of them had dropped out throughout the semester, you could have always sat in the back if you really wanted to.
Last semester had sealed your fate - you had failed so badly that he asked you to personally take the course again, discussing personal study groups and even asking 'Is everything alright?'
No, nothinh really was. But you can't go up and say 'Professor Suehiro, you're too distracting' when it's just his face.
Professor Suehiro was either ignorant or a masochist, forcing you to watch him stroll across the room and talk about the Russo-Japanese war with a warm voice; you prayed he didn't notice how much you shifted your legs.
But god.
Every time you made eye contact and saw the spark in his eyes at the passion for his subject - it made you so happy you had a few more months with him. It was hell trying to focus when he looked at you, but it was so exciting each time he did.
Fortunately, it was the last day you had with him. Which meant that the man who tortured you with his existence would be just another page in your life.
Unfortunately, it meant passing your final exam.
You were pretty sure you were going to pass. This time you had studied and really tried, which was better than you could say than last semester - you had stayed up the entire night and got...distracted. (Professor Suehiro had a public Instagram. Of course, you were obsessed)
But you had a card up your sleeve this time. If you failed, then you had a photo of your tits with your number on the back.
Parts of you were really hoping he would call - if you can't use your brain to get through college, surely you can use your body, right? Professor Suehiro was attractive, you would have slept with him anyway, grade or not.
It was pretty obvious what the implication was. You spent time trying to position the camera right, getting the right bra and lighting so you would look as fuckable as possible.
Hopefully he didn't notice that your apartments floors were from the 18th century and belonged in a horror film. It was hard to make the photo attractive when you had such a poor workspace.
But you needed every card you could pull to pass.
The smarter part of you was screaming at you - this was weird. It's really weird, actually.
So against that small intelligent part of your brain that was beaten to death by regurgitating the semester's course material on the exam, you snuck in a photo of your tits and number into the stapled-together papers, praying to god that at the very least, dealing with the consequences later.
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"Oh. Hello Y/n."
Professor Suehiro smiled gently towards you, shuffling papers that you were sure was among the hundreds he had to grade. His hands were elegant as he moved them around - his veins were so beautiful you wanted to bite them.
"You emailed me about my exam? Is there an issue?"
The smarter part of your brain was winning now that you were released from your test anxiety - right after you had left the room, it had won and had stayed winning, making you wish you had never left that stupid photo.
"Not exactly. I did wish to congratulate you on passing this semester - the minimum you needed was a 30, and you scored a 52. That brings you to a 79 as your final grade, if you're alright with that."
His deep voice drawled out the numbers, having them languish on his tongue as he looked down on you.
It was hard to maintain eye contact, so you stared a little past him, observing how his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show the definition of muscle between his chest and collarbones.
"C's are A's for me. I'm happy enough."
"Are you sure? Student's ask me to round their grades usually, so I offer extra credit."
It was like a piece of your anxiety left - finally, this class was over. After you walk out of this room, you would quite possibly never think of the Meiji era again. Ever.
Or the sexiest man alive, which was frankly a little disappointing.
The brunette tilted his head like a puppy, his golden eyes calculating something as they grazed your form.
Today was one of the few outfits you had worn that wasn't revealing - you weren't even wearing a bra, instead opting for a large shirt and a jacket in order to avoid the discomfort.
Maybe he noticed? Fuck. You hope he noticed.
"What is it?"
Maybe it was a date. Or something better.
Was the photo actually paying off?
"I can text it to you if you'd like, you seem to prefer that."
You couldn't tell if he said this with sarcasm or not, but you nodded anyway. He smiled a little - maybe it was the right thing to say?
Casually, he pulled out the photo you left him, staring at the front for a long, hard moment. His face didn't tell you anything about what he was thinking, but you could feel your face warming up in a normal amount of shame, as his eyes turned to look back at you.
"Oh! Yea."
Silently, he turned the back of the photo around, typing in your phone number. His face cracked into a smile, his cheeks chasing his eyelashes as they pulled into little crescents.
"I don't think you meant to leave this."
Professor Suehiro wasn't well known for understanding social cues, but you could feel his knuckles graze against your chest, with only your thin T-shirt to protect you.
He was definitely far too close into your personal space.
His fingers tapped the photo against your chest, causing a furious red to spread across your face.
"Right. Um...you can keep it, if you want."
Why the fuck did you say that?
The older man just took the photo and stared at it for a moment again - it was so embarrassing, feeling like your chest was some sort of science exhibit.
His golden eyes moved back towards you again, after torturing you for the last few minutes.
"Thanks. Nice bra, by the way."
"I appreciate it, Professor Suehiro."
Was that a compliment or just a statement? His voice was hard to really know anything by, and his face currently didn't say much - he was just the same handsome guy who had been torturing you for half a year with your existence.
"Just call me Tecchou."
He leaned in closer, deciding that your personal space was his own as he fixed the collar of your shirt, tugging it around your neck and dragging his fingers across your skin.
What the fuck was that extra credit going to be?
This is very self indulgent but like *shrug emoji* anyway im gonna be a bit more active now I guess
Also edited cuz who is letting me post this while fucked up?
#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#tecchou x reader#bsd x y/n#tetcho x reader#tecchou x you#tecchou x y/n#tecchou suehiro x reader#professor!tecchou#should i make that a tag#idk
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After I finish this exam I wanna write some self indulgent ass fic ahhggggghhgg
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rereading my own posts and how many FUCKING times have i written "feeling his hot breath on your neck" like I've written this EXACT line in like 15 different fics. what is my obsession with it im going mad (i will proceed to write it again despite my complaining)
#i love rereading my own fics for a fix#and then cringing because i wrote that and im realizing that i could have done so much more....#bleeehhh#but rn im on the search for tecchou charactarization#i feel like im losing the plot a lil#for my jouno dad fic#anyway sorry im rambling hehe#but seriously why do i love the neck breathing so much
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not to say anything but has anyone ever seen their own IRL images uploaded for an x reader fic? because i was just thinking like how fucked up it would be if you posted a pic of holding ur bf's hands on Pinterest and then you see it on a 'how billionaire!gojo FUCKS you in the Mcdonald's ballpit' fic
like has anyone had that experience cuz i personally think it would be hilarious
#ive always wondered#like who are these mysterious people#do they know whats happening with the pics of their boyfriends weird veiny ass hands#why do people think thats sexy#anyway
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Can I ask for rayne and Finn x elder sister reader who is a triple liner? But her magic comes in the form of sniper rifles (which also means that she has a crazy good aim)... This is a random brainrot that came into my head after playing valorant for too long LMAO
this!!! this is so cool!!! slight kaldo x reader, but i think you'll like it anon!
reader is fem! reader
ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ !!
being the oldest ames includes...
defending the hell out of your brothers during your time on the streets.
i don't imagine orphans to be treated well, so you'd have to go through hell and back trying to keep your brothers safe and fed. even when you manage to get a good job and find a small cozy place to live, you're overly vigilant of your surroundings. it's basically second nature for you to be quick to notice if something is off.
rayne occasionally fights you when you're neglecting yourself to take care of them, knowing full well that he and finn were done for if something happened to you.
so the two of them take care of you as much as you take care of them, even when you have to use your personal magic to defend them.
at first you utilized small pebbles and rocks to use them like projectile missiles to people who bother you. you sometimes create wood chips as fake bullets too, which essentially made you a silent machine gun of sorts.
it isn't until you're recruited by the bureau of magic after the flame cane at the time (the title of flame cane is inherited from heir to heir in the gehenna family) noticed your potential, so they recruited you to start receiving proper training under them.
rayne and finn were more than happy for you, thinking that they would be able to stick with you throughout your training.
only for that to be untrue, but rayne and finn were given full scholarships to easton academy, which how they started attending in the first place.
it's was difficult for them to adjust to a new life without you at their side all day every day, but they had to get used to it at some point. rayne had fully committed himself to becoming a divine visionary so he could give you and finn a good life, especially you to thank you for the hard work you've put into taking care him and finn.
finn, though much younger than you, wanted to be someone you could be proud of. he didn't have a direct goal of being a visionary, but he was willing to do it if that's what would make you happy.
your brothers write letters to you often, asking you how you're doing, how people are treating you, if you're eating okay, and so on.
you answer all their questions, living with the flame cane in the gehenna's estate where you meet and befriend kaldo. you also tell them about your training, how you've started training with the bow and crossbow to fully utilize your personal magic.
it's also around this time that the gehenna family start talking about arranging a marriage between you and kaldo because the two of you have hit it off really well, you're only a little bit younger than kaldo, and you're plenty strong and deserving of being his future wife when he becomes the next flame cane.
you don't tell your brothers that though, because you're only fifteen. rayne is eleven but has the stubbornness of a grown man. finn's nine years old and already so shy, and you could tell they were going to attack you from both sides and say that you're too young to get married, and how the whole situation should be avoided.
granted, the marriage won't happen unless kaldo fully proves himself to be worthy of the title and officially becomes the flame cane, so there was time before you'd eventually have to tell them.
by the time rayne is in high school, your relationship with kaldo has gone public, and it was only in due time you receive an angry letter of complaint from both your brothers, asking how you could do this to them and how they're so sad you never told them about this nobleman guy you've never breathed a word about.
if they weren't in school, they would've gone to the gehenna estate and nagged you in person, but they can't so the letters have to speak for them.
they both get over the shock quickly after you send them a letter saying that kaldo is a great guy, you've known him for years, you just didn't think he liked you back which is why you never said anything about him until then.
they trust you more than anything, so they try to mentally accept the fact that you're barely an adult and already going to be married off to some guy they've never met. (it didn't work)
the first time you visit the academy is when you're accompanying kaldo to oversee the divine visionary candidate exam, which is where you finally meet rayne face to face after so many years.
you can imagine the smug grin on kaldo's face when he allows you to go see rayne personally, knowing that you've worried for many days and nights about your brothers.
finn, despite being in middle school, is also called up to the stadium to meet you, and the three of you have your little reunion in the waiting room.
this is also when they meet kaldo for the first time, finally seeing who their future brother-in-law was going to be.
they really didn't expect you to marry such a... eccentric fellow, but kaldo obviously loves and respects you, and you treat him with the same love and respect, so neither of them feel like they need to say much.
rayne does give him a glare before you and kaldo leave and say something like "you make her cry and i'll butcher you" only to get smacked on the upside of the head for it.
you give finn a kiss on the cheek, a very extended hug, ruffle his hair, and plant another kiss on his head before you leave, while rayne grumbles in the corner.
when kaldo also officiates his position as the flame cane, he proposes to you DURING THE CEREMONY
it's the one thing that's broadcasted nationwide and for all people to see, and kaldo thought it was a great idea to introduce you to the world as his bride.
finn and rayne were watching it too, thinking it wasn't anything special- wait, what's their sister doing there? IS HE FUCKING PROPOSING??!?!?
finn nearly passed out from shock.
rayne's head went blank because he doesn't know how to deal with the whole situaiton.
they're obviously invited to the wedding, but no, rayne wasn't crying, finn may have cried himself a river, but that's not shocking! (rayne was fighting back tears for his life, even more so when you started crying because of kaldo's vows)
by the the rayne finally becomes a divine visionary, you're there at the ceremony with kaldo. heavily pregnant.
kaldo... really did not waste any time.
whatever y'all did on your honeymoon, it worked. but rayne's just happy to have a niece or nephew soon
you've sent finn a letter explaining your condition and photographs of his niece/nephew-to-be.
both of your brothers are praying day and night the baby looks like you just because they're petty kaldo swiped you off your feet.
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sorry i overreacted i had no idea everything would be fine
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it's so foggy out on the road i can't make out (makeout?! 😳😏😳🥺⁉️❤️❣️?💗💓💕💞💖💛💚💖💛💝💋?) a thing 10 feet infront of me
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Marcille x Male Reader headcanons!
She leaves you for a woman.
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i finally updated this fic lol
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tired of trying to be normal around people. i want to be a freak
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lowkey thinking about uploading nsfw idk, i've written so many setups but god i wanna finish the rest
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baby daddy!tecchou also didn't win but.... pretty please 🥺🙏
baby daddy tetcho ! who stares at your stomach in amazement after you tell him the news. he’s not surprised that you’re pregnant when you two had been trying for a while after getting married. he takes your hands in his soon after and swears an oath to you that he’ll support and protect you and his unborn baby no matter what.
baby daddy tetcho ! who keeps the pregnancy secret until you feel comfortable sharing it with friends and family. it’s not like he’s carrying the baby and going through everything—you’re the one making most of the decisions involving your pregnancy and baby. a firm believer in trust, he never goes against what you say or request of him.
baby daddy tetcho ! who does the Hunting Dogs missions a little more quickly so he can come home earlier and help you around the house. cleaning, massaging, cooking, you name it—he’s got it. his taste for peculiar food mixes goes quite well with your cravings. nor does he judge you. grapes and jam go quite well together, in both your opinions.
baby daddy tetcho ! who likes to prod and poke at your belly. he’s never personally been around pregnant women. he’s seen them, sure, but never actually be involved with them. and to top it off, it’s his baby in there. he wants to know what’s going on and why is it kicking and moving and having a party in your tummy.
baby daddy tetcho ! who goes to all those parenting classes and sonogram appointments to make sure you’re okay. his big hand is always resting on your arm, providing a small bit of protection and comfort for you.
baby daddy tetcho ! who takes a month off of work—multiple vacation days and sick days were saved for this moment—for the final month of your pregnancy. he’s waiting on you hand and foot, insisting that he must carry you everywhere if you get out of bed or need anything. no smidgen of stress will touch you as long as he’s there.
baby daddy tetcho ! who can’t wait for his child to arrive. he’ll teach the, everything he knows. how to keep justice in the world and why protecting the innocent is so important for one’s way of life. after all, he’s your guardian and protector—always and forever.
Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx
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