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WRITING RESOURCES

The Pitt edition

The Pitt resources

The Pitt episodes transcripts

The Pitt season 1 transcripts (PDF)

The Pitt wiki : the PTMC (floors!)

The Pitt wiki : doctors

The Pitt wiki : nurses

The Pitt wiki : other staff

The Pitt wiki : patients

The Pitt wiki : patients' visitors

The Pitt timeline

Official floor plan of The Pitt

The Pitt hospital staff scrubs

Catalogue of stethoscopes in the Pitt

Medical resources

Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS)

Layers of the skin

Types of open wound

Wound closure techniques

Technique for chest tube insertion

Emergency medicine

Glos­sary for Emer­gency Med­i­cine

Top reasons people visit the ER

Reasons for immediate admission

List of ER medical procedures

Procedures allowed for Med Students

r/emergencymedicine (be respectful)

The good & the bad in Emergency Medicine

Patient per hour (PPH) averages

Patients influx increase in the ED

The ED boarding issue

Nurse Initiated Orders in the ED / triage

Hospital staff & schedules

How many doctors on a shift

EM attending : call shifts

EM attending : work schedule

EM attending : shifts per month

EM attending : 12 12-hour shifts

EM attending : salaries (2025)

Medical school / Residency / Fellowship

Med Student & Residency system

EM Residency curriculum (UF Health)

EM Fellowship programs (John Hopkins)

EM Fellowship programs (UF Health)

EM Fellowships : SCC vs CCM

Pittsburgh

PTMC external shots location

Pittsburgh's neighborhoods map

Pittsburgh’s richest neighborhoods

Pittsburgh’s neighborhoods house prices

Pittsburgh’s night life

Pittsburgh's summer festivals & events

Covid data

COVID-19 Deaths (graph)

COVID-19 pandemic in the US

COVID-19 vaccination in the US

Abbot resources

Abbot's prosthetic : details & type

Forearm vs. underarm crutches

US army medical scholarship

USU medical school

Kosovo War (1998-1999)

War in Afghanistan (2001-2021)

Iraq War (2003-2011)

Improvised explosive device (IED)

Combat support hospital

Langdon resources

Stigma and addiction : vocabulary

Opioids vs. Benzos

Hospital staff's substance use protocol

With links to some amazing posts by @cowardlycandy, @overtea, @hardlyinteresting, @renkyol, @sergeant-angels-trashcan and @fatherpo

POST WILL BE UPDATED AS I FIND NEW INFORMATION

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This and this essay by @microbiologistmusings about Jack and mobility aids are also a fantastic resource.

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LAW & RAW, ORDER & OLDER !

CONTENT WARNING. MDNI, fem! reader, law student! reader, lawyer higuruma, 6.9k words, age gap (24&36), fluff & smut, slow burn? game of thrones references, porn with plot, unprotected sex, office sex, rough? sex, sloppy makeouts, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, higuruma is an EATER, spit, praise, choking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, belly bulge, big dick higuruma, he loves eye contact, dacryphilia? he’s mean & cocky if you squint. enjoy!

your pen sits between your teeth as your eyes switch from the thick textbook splayed open on your kitchen island and your laptop screen.

the cursor blinks for the millionth time in your setup word document. countless words plastered in that irritating format of times new roman size twelve that you’ve done a thousand times over.

words mutter under your breath as you multitask in reading, taking notes, and applying the newfound information to your assignment.

“hey, is your prof still asking you guys to take internships?”

your roommate comes from hibernating out of her room, eyes glued to her phone as she saunters over to the kitchen.

you barely catch the words that fly out her mouth, brows furrowing as you look up from your work for the first time in hours. the swivel stool you sat on creaks as you sit up straighter, cringing from how long you held that crouching position.

“uh…. no.” you shake your head, confused as to why she brought it up. she was never the type to dwell on your life as a law student unless overhearing about a case study that seemed ‘too juicy’ to skip out on. “deadline’s like, next week so they’re just talking about the paper due the week after to describe our experience so far.”

“oh.” she says, sounding surprised. “well, did you find anything?”

you hum. “i’ve got an interview tomorrow. it’s multi-hire so i’ve got a good chance. why?”

“nothing really.” she shrugs, taking a breath as she scavenges the freezer, grabbing the first pint of ice cream she sees. “a friend of my cousin works at this law firm and i think she said they’re looking for a temp since she’s going out of the country for a while.”

you nod, chewing on the end of your pen. “send me their info. i’ll check it out.”

so that’s exactly what you do. your roommate helps you exchange information with this friend who you’ve learned to be is a young woman named shimizu. she worked as a assistant for an independent defense attorney, higuruma hiromi.

you’ve heard his name a few times from news outlets, primarily known to take on difficult cases but nonetheless highly skilled and quite honestly a prime example of what you hoped to become as far as talent.

shimizu was going overseas for a little over half a year. that’s entirely way more than what your assignment calls for but you would be paid well plus it could serve as the perfect job to strengthen your experience in law.

it didn’t take much for shimizu to hire you, her eagerness to hurry up and leave was clear. she sent you an email describing her normal routine, things to keep an eye on that higuruma normally forgets and a warning to just be patient for any cases he picks up.

naturally, you were nervous. palms sweating as you clutched your purse and tucked the folder shimizu provided tightly between your arm.

your heels clack with each step you make up into the building then finally, in bold letters, ‘higuruma law office’. you knock, looking around as you wait for a response.

“come in.”

the voice is so deep it sends chills down your spine. anxiety pools your chest as you twist the handle, making slow hesitant steps into the office.

it’s small but not cramping and fairly neat. you continue forward, making your presence known. who you assume to be higuruma sits at a chair, pen scribbling against a paper at an incredible speed.

he doesn’t look up at first, deeply sighing and too focused on the work in front of him. that is until he takes notice of your silence following your entry. his eyes immediately lift, dragging over your attire for a momentary second. “i’m sorry.” he clears his throat, standing then approaching you with his hand out. “how can i help you?”

“i… uhm… i’m y/n.” you meet his hand with a nervous smile. “i’m filling in for shimizu?” it’s embarrassing how unsure you sound as if you hadn’t met shimizu yourself telling you detail for detail about the duties of the job.

his brows furrow slightly as he slowly slips his hand from your weak grip. he checks his watch then runs his fingers through his hair. “right, right. i forgot about that…” he sighs, moreso to himself and then nods, pointing to the empty cubicle beside his. “take a seat, did shimizu already inform you on what we’re currently working on?”

you nod, carefully setting your belongings down and making yourself comfortable on the chair.

“could i see? if you don’t mind.” he stands over you, watching as you turn the monitor on with quickness and log in to your email account, surfing through the important ones you had starred before finally landing on shimizu’s.

higuruma leans over, his presence immediately makes you feel small and you can slightly feel the weight of his chest as he gently grabs the mouse from your hand.

you keep your eyes on the screen, fiddling with your fingers while he looks at the lengthy details relayed. suddenly, he takes a breath then clicks forward and slides the keyboard over.

“looks good.” he finally stands, eyes dropping down to you. “we’ll just be working on that for today. if anything changes i’ll let you know.”

for the first three weeks of working for higuruma goes the same way. coming into the office, saying hello, and him sharing any updates on the current case. some days call for extremely long hours, others are your typical. then there were days like today where you’d be traveling together and have to stay overnight at hotels.

one room, separate beds.you and higuruma hadn’t crossed that bridge of being comfortable with one another just yet. it was still awkward smiles and brief exchanges of conversation only in relation to work.

with the work day being over, you showered and decided to walk around the hotel for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat. you also brought your textbooks and laptop so you could use the time to study for the baby bar you have coming up.

you sat at a table, eating as you focus on your studies. no more than half an hour passes when a figure approaches your table.

“mind if i sit?”

your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higuruma’s. he stands there in a plain black t-shirt and same colored plaid pajama pants with a plate of food in his hand.

it was different to see him in a more cosy state rather than being suited up. when you focus on the fact he’s still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.

“yes—yes, of course. please sit.” you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.

it’s silent for a moment as you’re more frigid now, eyes glued to your book without reading a damn thing. higuruma pops a fry into his mouth, looking around the semi-packed dining area before returning his attention to you. “you’re still in school?”

you nod, “in my first year.”

he raises a subtle brow at that which you don’t even notice considering you’ve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.

“first year?” he hums, chewing down on another fry. “you’re young.”

“i guess…” you laugh shyly. “it’s not like you’re old.”

he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. “you don’t think so? how old do you think i am?”

you shrug, finally lifting your eyes to scan the features of his face.

he was obviously older than you but you only deduced that from the way he talks and conducts himself yet he didn’t share any facial features that gave away his age.

“thirty?” you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “no, but i’m honored you thought that low. i’m thirty six.”

“still young.” you smile, dropping your eyes back down.

“so what’re you learning?” he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.

“nothing really.” you mumble. “just studying for the baby bar.”

“wow…” he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. it’s been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. “you think you’ve got it? i could help you out.”

you definitely don’t got it. there were still at least another two months before you’d have to take the exam. all the current information you were learning was still processing and quite honestly you had a habit of doubting your skills and weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the score you’re aiming to achieve.

you shake your head at higuruma’s offer. “no, it’s okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.”

“i’m offering.” he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasn’t a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.

it’s only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when it’s contracted. you shake your head again. “i’ll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.”

higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. “do you drink?” he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.

“sometimes.” you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.

“would you like to drink now?”

the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if he’s urging you to loosen up for the night. he’s clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldn’t be so bad.

“i suppose…” you sport a bashful smile, clicking out of your tabs and shutting down your laptop. you set it aside with your textbooks as higuruma orders your first round of drinks.

it starts off timid as if he’s testing the waters with some cocktails then began to try a little of everything. tropical drinks, shots, beer, and wine. of course you limited yourself to one of each— aside from the shots due to the fact you had a busy day tomorrow but it was surely enough to get you a bit passed tipsy.

higuruma proved to be holding his liquor better than you, smiling fondly as you babble on about the targaryen family line. at first he was curious about a video you were laughing at from tiktok and had to explain it was from game of thrones. you then learned he never watched the show and thought he’d find major interest in it.

you would yap about the politics, power, family, loyalty, and corruption. though once you got to the targaryens, higuruma had to pause at the mention of inbreeding.

“so what’s the difference between velaryons’s and targaryen’s?”

“velaryon and targaryen are house names.” you giggle, toying with your straw. “family lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.”

“interesting…” he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. “and what’s the relationship between uh… daenerys? and jon?”

“i really shouldn’t be telling you this.” you laugh. “don’t you want to watch it now?”

“…i guess you’re right.” he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. “should we watch it tonight?”

you check the time on your phone, it was late. nearing midnight. it was tempting to indulge in a late night watch of one of your favorite shows but you’d probably regret it by the morning.

you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. “it’s late…” you sigh out. “we probably shouldn’t.”

“then let’s start now.” he urges, opening his wallet and dropping a few dollars to cover the tab and allow the server to end their night with a more than generous tip. “c’mon.” he gestures his head, holding his hand out to you.

even with being a little drunk, you still felt shy coming in such close contact with higuruma. as you lifted your hand to connect with his, he guided you through the hotel and it grew quieter upon reaching the elevators.

he’s still holding your hand, waiting for them to open. you attempt to ignore the way his thumb gently brushes against your skin rhythmically and how this must look to bystanders. the thought is cut short when the doors finally split open and higuruma lets go of your hand to palm your lower back.

higuruma follows you in, pressing the floor number. you stand side by side, him humming a soft tune whilst you stare down at your feet to avoid meeting his stare that you could feel burning into you.

it was like a breath of fresh air upon reaching your floor and seeing the doors open. higuruma places his hand to your back again, guiding you down the quiet hall before reaching your room.

he presses the keycard to the sensor, following you in. you take slow steps inside, dropping your laptop and textbook onto your bed.

“what’s it on?” he huffs, turning on the tv.

you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. “hbo.”

he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. “i don’t think this tv has that.”

“oh…” you frown then look at your laptop. “i mean, we could watch it on my laptop?”

he turns, thinking on what that means.

you both knew that meant laying down on the same bed, next to each other. he rubs his chin in thought. “only if you’re okay with it.”

your body grows hot but you nod slowly, scooting over to make space for him. he eyes the empty space for a few seconds, making hesitant steps forward. “are you sure? we could always watch it another time.”

“…it’s okay.” you spoke softly. “i want to watch it with you.”

he smiles at that, proceeding to lift up the covers and tuck himself under the covers beside you. the immediate warmth of his skin brushes yours and the two of you look at each other the moment he’s settled.

his eye contact is so intense and… unsettling almost that it has chills run down your spine. you want to look away but higuruma speaks up before you can.

“you’re really shy for a future lawyer.”

your brows furrow at his statement. “m’not.”

“you are.” he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.

“i think it’s just you.” you boldly argue.

he raises a brow. “yeah? what about me makes you so shy?”

you open your mouth but nothing can follow through especially with him so close you can feel your stomach churn when you catch yourself looking at his lips. “just… shut up.” you huff, grabbing for your laptop.

higuruma laughs, watching you log into hbo, searching for game of thrones. he steps out of the bed momentarily to turn off the lights before you can press start.

you settle the laptop atop both your legs, sighing as you press play on the first episode.

within the first thirty minutes, you fall asleep, your head rested against higuruma’s shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else he’d be having a rough day.

by the time the morning comes and your alarm goes off, you groan softly, eyes struggling to flutter open. you aimlessly search for your phone, shutting off the annoying sound before laying back down but then you feel a touch of skin.

you fully open your eyes, face twisting in fear at the sight of higuruma in your bed sound asleep. you weren’t that drunk where you didn’t remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you weren’t sure why he stayed on your bed through the rest of the night.

you poked him, the action immediately waking him up. he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering open. he turns his head to face you. “good morning.”

“…morning.” you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.

“sleep okay?” he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.

you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.

he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldn’t be meeting with your client until the afternoon. “do you want breakfast?”

“sure.”

“anything in particular?” he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.

“your choice.” you shrug.

he hums. “go shower. get dressed. i’ll be back.”

you do as he says, showering, getting dressed, then eat breakfast with him once he gets back.

the day follows on as planned, you meet with the client, discuss the case, write down details, aim to search for more evidence and layout options.

for the next few weeks, you spent long hours traveling with higuruma to collect more evidence in support of your case. for a time you were able to juggle all the work but the stress of your bar exam coming up was starting to take a toll.

you wanted more time to study but you also had to sacrifice a lot of time to help higuruma. so you start to force yourself to stay up most nights, hardly getting any sleep, caffeine intake drastically rising.

it not only began to present itself through your physical presence but with the way you interacted with higuruma. at first he could understand having been in your position of working between school, studying, and work but as the weeks passed he noticed your decline was starting to affect your work performance.

he’d allow for a few things to slide but not at the risk of a client's future behind bars. so when he asks you a question and you remain too zoned out to answer, he’ll sigh.

“y/n.”

“hm?” you’ll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.

“look at me.” he commands, tone still gentle as he waits for your eyes to meet his. higuruma was completely aware of your inability to do so but he couldn’t care at the moment. so when you only lift them for a second as if to show you were listening then drop them back to your computer screen he shakes his head with a sigh.

you don’t even notice him stand then come around to palm your chair until he shuts your laptop closed and snatches the pen from your hand. he ignores your surprised reaction. “is this becoming too much for you?”

you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you can’t follow through. instead you shake your head.

he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. “can you look at me when i’m speaking to you, please?”

“higuruma, i’m sorry—” you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.

“you don’t need to apologize. just look at me.”

it’s silent for a few seconds and you finally flicker your eyes up to look at him. a hand rests on the chair, the other on your desk completely caging you in. you can smell the strong but warm scent of his cologne that radiates off his skin and clothes.

“is this too much for you?” he asks again. “i can give you a break.”

“n-no.” you deny his inquisition. “the work is fine. it’s just… the studying. i’ve got my exam coming up really soon, i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine.” he assures, “look, on the weekends and on our breaks, i’ll help you study. it’s not nice seeing you like this, okay?”

you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. “take a nap. you look like you need it.”

there was about one more month left until you’d have to take the exam and higuruma keeps through on his promise and dedicates any moment of extra time he has to help you study.

his methods actually allowed you to gain more sleep, balance work more appropriately, and retain the information easier. you genuinely felt like you were learning. you even complimented higuruma on his skills of teaching, claiming that he’d make a great professor.

this continues throughout the month until it was time for the actual day. he helped you study in the morning for a bit, not too much as he didn’t want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.

“i’ll be right here, okay?”

you nod, looking at him with a solemn smile. you hesitate at first but overwhelmed by your emotions you reach over the console to give him a hug. “thank you…”

he lets out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, hands coming around to circle your body. his palm rubs up and down your back in a comforting motion. “you’ve got this.” he whispers. “good luck.”

you head into the building, gone for a total of three and a half hours. he fell asleep in the car for about an hour until he hears three rampant knocks to the passenger window.

he sees your figure standing there with other individuals following out the building. immediately, he unlocks the door, watching you hop into the car without a word.

“how do you think you did?” he sighs, turning the ignition of the car.

you can only shrug, anxiety riddled through your body. passing was the only option for you. you opted out in taking it the first month the exam is taken so you’d have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldn’t be able to advance in your studies.

higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. “should we go out for some drinks?”

you let out a small laugh, looking at him and nodding.

the two of you settle for some small bar, doing the same as before. indulging in every kind of drink but still keeping limitations. eventually, higuruma suggested to watching game of thrones and you in your slightly drunk state of mind couldn’t deny.

you end up at his home because you were too scared of what your roommate might say if you brought higuruma home. you step into the threshold, eyes wide as you stare around in awe.

“why is it so empty?” you giggle, noticing the lack of… anything.

it was as if he simply bought the house and disregarded buying any furniture, dishes, and utensils. does he even live here? was your initial thought as you scavenged through his pantry, cabinets, and refrigerator only to find nothing that could saturate your hunger.

“i spend most of my time at the office.” he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. “i mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.”

you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.

that’s sort of become your lifestyle too now. you’ve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommate— which supported why you definitely couldn’t bring him over without warning.

he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. “would you like to shower?”

“that’d be nice…” you nod, handing him your belongings to toss with his jacket.

he grabs an extra towel he luckily had and his pajamas for you to wear since you didn’t have any clothes of your own. “i plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?”

“dealer’s choice.” you smile at him. he nods, leaving you to shower as he picks on what to eat. you shower for about half an hour as you spent half of that time snooping around his restroom for any indication of a woman being here.

it was surely none of your business but you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it should’ve been obvious with the way he never spends his time at home and the simple fact of you being here.

you dried yourself off, putting on his clothes and unsure of where to put the used towel, you walk into his bedroom searching for a hamper. though you find yourself eager to just look around. there wasn’t much to find except for the basics.

you open his closet and find a wide range of suits all in black and white along with his pajamas that were the same color. he also had a distinct collection of watches and cologne.

you end up spraying the different fragrances into the air, adoring the mixture of them being woody, earthy, and citrusy. you take one, spraying it onto yourself.

“having fun?”

you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you can’t help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. “um… sorry…” you laugh nervously, placing the cap back on to the cologne and settling it back in its original spot.

he shakes his head, fond of how you looked, “it’s alright. i ordered chinese.” he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. “log in to hbo. i’ll go take a quick shower.”

you nod, heading back out and taking a seat on his sofa. you log into hbo and as you waited, you ended up using his phone to scroll through tiktok. you definitely could’ve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didn’t even have the app in the first place.

the food arrived and within ten minutes after higuruma was done with his shower, fully dressed. he was wearing the same thing as you with the exception of his clothes looking larger on your frame.

he takes a seat beside you, spreading out the arrangement of food he bought on the mini table he had. you press play on the show and hour after hour you felt happier, completely forgetting that you even had an exam today. forgetting that you spent months worrying about this very day all thanks to higuruma.

you always grew a certain amount of courage after drinking so it went without a thought for you to sigh after feeling full then lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder.

“thank you for today.” you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.

higuruma’s sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.

he doesn’t want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so you’d feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.

“you deserved it.” he squeezes you gently and you don’t say anything in response, just cozying up to him some more.

from that day, you and higuruma grew closer than ever and you began to notice that you often thought about him, smiled at him more, opened up, and gained the courage to look at him longer.

with every compliment, touch, and night that you spent at his house watching game of thrones whilst eating food, there was no denying that you shared particular feelings for him.

and as the weeks past, you began to wonder what you should do with these feelings until the time came where the scores for the bar exam were out. the two of you were sat in the office per usual, and you received an email notification describing that the scores for the exam were out and where to check them.

you swallowed thickly, logging in to your admissions portal.

“did you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?” higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.

his question is followed by silence and he’ll lift his head. “y/n?”

upon the continuous silence, higuruma rolls on his chair, peeking his head over to your cubicle to see you hiding your face and your shoulders shaking. concerned at the sight, he stands, and approaches you to palm your shoulder and that’s when he begins to understand that you’re crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.

his heart burns at the broken sound. “what’s wrong?” his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see you’ve passed.

a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isn’t due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. “come here.”

you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. you’ll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. he’ll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.

“you did such a good job.” he murmurs into your hair.

he continues to mumble praises into your hair and ear, holding and consoling you until your crying has calmed down. once he hears you letting out small breaths to control your breathing, he pulls back, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “i’m so proud of you.”

your body grows hot at the compliment paired with his stare as he gently cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the skin.

you let out a shaky breath, not sure if it was from your crying or that feeling pooling between your legs. your eyes drop down to his lips then back up to his eyes. higuruma does the same and you can’t help but curl your fingers around his dress shirt.

both of your breathing picks up and neither of you are sure of what to do in this moment. you can feel his free hand drop from your back then down to your waist as you each exchange flickering looks between your lips and eyes.

“higuruma…” you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.

“hiromi.” he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. “my name… say it. that’s all i need.”

you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. “hiromi…”

he gives in at the immediate desperation his name holds, roughly pressing you against him so your lips could meet.

the two of you have your hands moving everywhere along your bodies and a gasp rushes from your lungs as he frantically lifts you onto the desk.

items clatter everywhere as he knocks them away whilst dipping his tongue into your mouth. it’s frantic and eager the way your mouths clash together. soft groans and moans spilling into the air as papers crumble beneath your figure.

you kick off your heels as hiromi hikes your skirt around your hips, pressing your back against the surface and knocking your legs open with his knees, revealing the lace panties hidden underneath them.

he presses himself against you with a rough groan, one hand hoisting your leg at his waist, whilst the other taps your cheek then grips your face to press into them. “open.”

your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.

he’s hard and big.

it’s all you can think of as your tongues mesh together in perfect harmony.

weeks of built up feelings that you both tried so hard to fight all falling at the seams. you reach up to tug at his black roots as he unconsciously ruts himself against your clothed core.

you take advantage when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva following with him. his lips are swollen and covered in spit as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, then suck at the skin of your neck. you pant feverishly against his ear, gripping tighter onto him each time his bulge connects with your clit just right.

deep shaky breaths fly through his nose as rolls his hips, eyes squeezing tightly from the tightness building in his pants. it felt so fucking good to hear those soft whimpers and moans escape your lips. “feels so good.” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. you two practically rubbing against each other like bunnies in heat without even starting the main course.

you whimper feeling yourself clench around nothing. your hands grasp for higuruma and he hums, kissing just below your ear. “gonna cum?”

you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. “that’s okay, sweetheart.” he huffs, using his free hand to travel down between your bodies. fuck, he thinks the moment his fingers feel how drenched your panties are. your eyes blow wide as he pinches your clothed clit then rubs in tight circles. “you can cum, it’s okay.”

“oh my god.” you tremble and writhe against his lengthy figure, clawing at his back and arms as you feel lost on what to hold on with your orgasm building every second.

he stops the movement of his hips, grasping your neck so you’d be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “come on.” he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. “i wanna see you. you’re almost there.”

“hiromi—” you choke on the air, threatening to close your eyes but he shakes your head, warning you to keep them open as your body trembles from the euphoria that overcomes you.

“good job.” he wipes at your forehead and cheeks, standing to his full height. you use his tie to lift yourself up, meeting your lips again and immediately sloshing your tongue with his. while he fumbles to unbutton your shirt you do the same then aggressively toss off his tie. his large hands grope at your breast before unclipping your bra to flick and twist at your nipple. you moan into his mouth, fingertips caressing the light muscles of his abs.

he finds it quite amusing how you flinch with each twist and tug but nonetheless you let him continue his worship of your body. he leaves your skirt cinched around your waist, squeezing your hips then slowly tugs your panties down your legs.

you can’t imagine what he plans to do next until he drops both his hands behind your thighs, pressing them down as far as he can before bending down to dip his head between your legs.

his tongue flattens against your leaking hole, sucking up all slick your pussy produced. you reach straight for his hair, choking on a moan. “w-wait, i can’t.” you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didn’t help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.

“i just want to taste you.” his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. “is that okay, love?” he pulls back momentarily, mouth and nose coated in your juices as he presses a kiss to either side of your thighs.

what gets you is the fact he genuinely waits on your response. you nod feebly and he presses a kiss to your clit. “thank you.” is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and you’re not sure if you’re trying to push his head or pull him closer. regardless, your back arches off the desk, pulling at his hair as he holds you down to prevent any more of your squirming.

a sound of absolute satisfaction rumbles in his chest and higuruma loses himself in your taste. he’s quite filthy really. you would’ve never expected him to be the type of man that relentlessly switches between licking, spitting, and sucking the way he does. a small pool of liquid has likely formed under you by now.

“r-romi, m’ gonna cum.” he hears, feeling the way you buck up against his mouth and quite literally has to force himself off you at the announcement. he seethes in a breath, huffing and puffing, licking around his mouth.

higuruma stands straight again, unbuckling his belt, letting out a soft breath as he no longer feels constricted. your eyes fall when he drops his pants and briefs. shit. i mean, you figured he was big but not that fucking big.

you yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the table, slapping his thick cock against your drooling hole that pulses around nothing.

“can i?” he collects your mess between his fingers, spreading your folds and gliding his shaft between them.

you nod but higuruma shakes his head then grips your neck to pull you up. “tell me, sweetheart. can i?”

“p-please.” you look up at him, all doe eyed and desperate. his hand squeezes your neck and keeps you looking at him as he uses his other hand to pull you closer, prodding in just the tip then slowly pushes himself into your warm, gushing cunt. your mouth slacks open at the stretch, gasping for air as higuruma squeezes tighter from the way you sporadically clench around his length.

he’s only halfway in and it’s taking all his energy to not cum. your pussy is torturously sucking him in, so much so a quivering grunt echoes from his chest. he pats your thigh in response. “ease up, it’s just me, darling.” he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious he’s being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.

once he’s finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. “you’re always such a good girl… so smart and beautiful.” he praises, leaning in to peck your lips then follows with butterflies kisses along your jaw and neck then comes back up to meet your lips again. your mouths twist slower, fiery and brimmed with passion to distract you from the roll of his hips.

“so warm.” he moans against your lips, biting down and sucking on your bottom one. he finally lets go of your neck, pushing you on your back again then clasping both thighs as leverage to pummel himself deep into your pussy. he groans along to your whimpers and moans, dark eyes focused on the imprint that shows itself on your stomach with every thrust.

his light abs glisten with sweat, his brows furrowed as he zones into the way he disappears in and out of your pussy that sucks him in and coats his base white.

papers crumble beneath your fist as your moans are pulled closer together, the indication that your orgasm was fast approaching. the effect likely to be huge since you already had your first and was denied your second. hiromi grunts, fixing you into a mean semi-mating press, legs over his shoulders as his balls mercilessly slap against your skin to echo around the office space.

“gonna cum.” you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if that’s supposed to help.

“hold it.”

“i-i can’t.” you look at him, pouting.

his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. “hold it.”

he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, you’re completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. “romi, please. i can’t hold it.”

“shhh.” he huffs, pressing his palm over your mouth, viciously chasing the high of his orgasm. he rolls his eyes shut, sticking two fingers into your mouth. “go. hurry up and cum.”

it’s only a few seconds after his command that your waves come crashing down, body yearning to close upon itself due to the overstimulation but higuruma keeps you spread open, still thrusting for what feels like over a minute.

he pulls out, a hand immediately coming to pump at his length, the other angling your body just right so when he forces your mouth open, hot spurts of his cum land on your breasts, chin, and tongue.

hiromi takes a breath that sounds like he’s inhaling fresh air, squeezing at his tip to extract every ounce of his fill. he takes a good and long look at your weak body, collecting his remains that landed on you to push back into your mouth.

“so beautiful…” he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly can’t. “you alright? did i hurt you?”

“no… i’m okay.” you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. “was i?… okay?”

“absolutely, love.” his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. “more than okay. perfect.”

you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. “are we okay?”

“am i okay for you?”

hiromi has begun to understand your naturally shy and timid nature but it also crossed his mind that your sense of overthinking would come into play with your age gap.

it wasn’t drastic of course but he would never want to put you in a position that made you seemingly uncomfortable.

you nod with a small smile, gripping his bicep and pulling him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “more than okay… perfect.”

© teefushi × do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim it as your own.

[wakacchi]

"People Thought my Childhood Friend is Innocent but I Know How he Really is" (￢_￢;)

There is more of similar comic on my ko-fi here~

[rawme-price]

Reader who, after sustaining a career-ending injury on the field, is given an option to stay with the team and the only people who understand you. How? Well, the stress relief program, obviously :)

Honestly, it's not like you haven't fucked your teammates before, so you agree.

Which is how you end up attending multiple consultations before getting a portal pussy installed. It's weird, there's nothing more than a few markings there, but you can feel that somethings changed.

Price is the first one to use it, ensuring that the magi-tech is functional. He has you sit in his office and watch as he fucks the portal, feeling his fingers press around and explore the portal, his eyes crinkle in amusement at the way your squirm in your seat "feeling good, soldier? You need to tell me if anythings broken..."

After that, it's a free-for-all. They each have their own devices, but they lock when one of the others is in use. which does result in a bit of groaning about ghost hogging the portal during his solo ops. Soap calls dibs on the portal at night, there's nothing he loves more than holding it against his lips and licking his teammates spend out of you.

Kyle is the most likely to use you while he's on leave. He has to wake up extra early to get some cockwarming in before soap starts complaining. He always makes sure to be gentle about it, and you hardly wake up for the first few hours until he decides to actually fuck you.

The best part has to be when you watch football with them, sharing snacks and getting drunk. They pass the portal around between jokes like its completely normal, and no one even acknowledges the way you twitch and groan occasionally or how you sit on a towel to make clean up easier.

[mrigaaaa]

Voiceline Headcanons (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Featuring: Clove, Cypher, Fade and Phoenix

Y/N is on the team |

“Y/N c’here! We’re gonna win this thing, yeah?”

Y/N aces |

“Sin mo ghaol! Translate? Gotta earn that!”

Killed by enemy sage |

“Oh, you’re really lookin’ to be my enemy, aren’t cha Sage?”

Assists in Y/N's kill |

“Don’t steal all the fun now!”

Y/N clutches the round |

“That was… amazing! You gotta teach me!”

Y/N is on the team |

“No one is safe when we’re both around, شروق الشمس.”

Y/N is topfragging |

“Don’t worry little one, you’re better than theirs.”

Y/N kills tagged enemy |

“Just like I planned, they could never hide from you.”

Y/N kills their topfragger |

“I’ve trained you well, haven’t I? Think I deserve something for my services~”

Dies by enemy sova |

“البومة اللعينة, I’ll make you pay for that.”

Y/N is on the team |

“Rüya, show them why they should fear you.”

There's an enemy Fade |

“I’ll make her scared to lay her eyes on you.”

Y/N dies to the enemy Fade |

“Orospu! You won’t see the light of day again.”

Assists in their final kill |

“They tried, but still succumbed to their nightmares.”

Y/N aces |

“I’ll make sure you sleep like royalty tonight, you deserve it.”

Y/N is on the team |

“Y/N, Darlin’, let’s see if you can beat my highscore.”

Y/N is topfragging |

“Burning them up out there, but hope you know I’m coming for that title.”

Y/N gets first blood |

“Absolutely blood thirstly today, aren’t cha?”

Accidently hurts Y/N |

“Hey, hey, hey! Y/N, I’m sorry, let me find Sage for you!”

There's an enemy Y/N |

“Don’t worry love, I’ll always love you over them~”

And

“C’mon now, don’t go silent on me!”

[theyoruwhoru]

( part one ) Valorant discord,,,, val dudes x shy! introverted! reader | ( school au ) ( tw assault ) ( some angst and comfort ) ( nsfw mentions under the cut) ( reverse - harem ) ( god this is so self indulgent ) ( not about to proofread this whole thing so apologies for mistakes ) ( dub-con)

Discord nights were loud.

Phoenix often screaming into the mic whenever he died, Yoru telling him to shut up, and Chamber complimenting his own gaming skills.

You often play as healer or support, and are very good at it.

Although you are quite quiet compared to your friends, whenever you spoke the call would quiet, and you’d never be ignored or forgotten.

The first time you started playing with them, it had just been you and Phoenix.

Him being the overly extroverted and loud friend, you being introverted and meek in most cases, preferring to stay home and game then to go out and meet people.

But the two of you got along perfectly.

Easily flustered and with a tendency to overreact to jump scares or teasing, he just thought you were so fun to hang with.

Which led to you both hopping onto a discord call for at least a few hours a night every day.

You were both still in school, so sometimes the two of you would vc just to do work together, once in a while talking and just enjoying knowing the other person was there.

Then Phoenix met someone from his school named Yoru.

The first time Yoru joined the call, he hadn’t even seen awkward, just speaking confidently and mostly replying to Phoenix’s jokes with an eye roll that was almost visible in his tone of voice.

You took a while to warm up to him, but Yoru was calmer then Phoenix, and talked to you in a slightly more gentle way.

The only times he really raised his voice are when Phoenix team kills him, or when someone on the other team is trash talking too much.

His ego just can’t take the assault sometimes.

Yoru is often the carry in most games, and is known for staying calm and clutching most seemingly un-winnable rounds.

You and him often vc to play chill fps games together, as he’s good at guiding you to the win and giving tips on aiming.

Chamber joined in on the request of Yoru.

Yoru had been taking French classes, and apparently got along well with one of the assistants.

The French dude was self-absorbed and cocky, but was very polite towards you.

You often find yourself flustered whenever he comes onto vc, referring to you as “mon amour” jokingly (?).

The three of these were pure chaos in every game, and as a result Saturday nights on Minecraft quickly turned into all out battles and building competitions with you as the judge.

All three had ego’s the size of a house, and were constantly fighting, with you usually trying to calm the situations and add reason.

It got even worse when the three of them would put aside rivalries just to fluster and confuse you as much as possible, whether it be buying you skins in games or having pick up line contests, it was overwhelming.

That’s why you were slightly grateful that Sova decided to join.

The man was calm, humble, and kind.

He and Phoenix got along surprisingly well, and apparently had met in some school events.

Sova was the friend you went to when you wanted to play Stardew Valley, or when you wanted someone to talk with while you played Animal Crossing.

Him playing with the chaos trio was equally fun, as he was funny in a wholesome way, and was very matter of fact in pointing out mistakes in the others gameplay.

The dude has never raged or been toxic. Ever.

At this point your discord server was almost always active; there would be someone on at any time, and it was nice to always just pop into a vc and talk for a little throughout the day.

Over time more people joined in.

Cypher was the genius smart ass who was the most likely out of all of you to go to MIT, and Omen always had his status set to “life has no meaning” while his profile picture sported a picture of a cute cat.

Everyone got along well, and although you were the only girl you never felt excluded, if anything the other guys constantly talked about how you held the group together.

You felt loved and a lot of the time they were the ones who helped you not feel lonely when you were always home alone.

But nothing could have prepared you for how loved you’d really feel.

( nsfw parts from here )

( clarification : you’ve never seen any of the guys irl before, except for Phoenix, and even then that was years ago, when you were both dorky middle schoolers who played on your 3DS together )

They all had nice voices.

You would never admit it, but sometimes their voices were too nice sounding.

The first time Sova called you a good girl for getting dinner instead of eating ramen, you had to suppress a full body shiver.

You were mortified at the sound you made when Cypher called you a sweet girl, and had been so flustered at your own reaction that you had simply exited the call.

Yoru’s tired voice in the early morning of the day was unnecessarily sexy, and Phoenix’s pissed off voice had no reason making you as breathy as it did.

And that’s not even mentioning Chamber’s sensual voice when he talks about how much he appreciates your help with his English homework ( why does he keep referring to you as his goddess!?!? ).

And sometimes, on the rare occasions that Omen did speak, it was just to say how cute you were when you get scared on horror movie night, in a low voice that was just a little bit teasing, something he usually never did.

Suffice to say, you were having a hard time handling it.

On the other hand… the valorant guys were having some issues of their own.

Having one on ones conversations with you felt like heaven to Yoru at times.

He’d feel guilty as he crept a hand into his shorts as he listened to you talk late through the night, your soft voice making his chest tighten with longing.

Phoenix would constantly imagine what you looked like now, always pestering you to post a selfie in the chats or something, but you were always too embarrassed.

Being the genius and computer wiz he is, it didn’t take much for Cypher to find out what you looked like in real life.

The overwhelming guilt of having invaded your privacy would always be lessened when he jacked off to your pictures, matching your kind voice to the sweet girl he’d put up on his screen.

Sova started becoming flustered in your presence, stuttering a bit more and sometimes forgetting his train of thought whenever you spoke.

The ever lurking edge lord Omen would start talking to you very often, if not just to send a quick cat gif into your private dms, or to ask you to tell him about you day.

He had to replace his computer mouse after a night of playing horror games with you; your quivering voice and adorable squeals made him clench down on his mouse so hard it cracked straight through the middle.

He tells you that he just stepped on it by accident.

Even though you don’t know what your boys looked like, it was enough that their voices and presence was always there for you.

Until one night you’re walking home from a late night shift at work.

You’re busy thinking about what game you’d want to play tonight, and whether Sova managed to make it onto the archery team like he mentioned.

So busy that you don’t notice the dark figure creeping up behind you before it’s too late.

The rest is a teary eyed blur; you feel hands pulling at your shirt, the smell of booze on your assailants hot breath, and his greasy mouth on your lips.

It feels like ages before someone pulls him off of you, and starts speaking to you worriedly.

There are police involved and you numbly answer the questions of the kind lady across from you, and finally, a police car drops you off at your apartment, pushing a card with a number into your hand and telling you to get therapy if needed.

You stare blankly at the door after you close it. Finally, you start sobbing, falling against the door and crying brokenly.

You don’t log onto discord that night.

Or the next. Or even the next. Days turn into weeks and you haven’t logged into for almost a month.

You feel so gross and afraid.

You triple check your doors every night, you scrub at your skin till it’s red, you have sleepless nights about a greasy body pressed up against your behind.

You can’t even muster up the will to attend classes anymore.

It’s a Friday night when you hear a knock at your door.

You freeze at your spot on the couch, laying aimlessly about while a news channel played on the tv.

Standing up a bit unsteadily, you look through the peephole cautiously.

There’s a familiar face on the other side. Your eyes widen.

( part two )

[thegnomelord]

Devotion in Steel

How They Worship You After The Hunt: Dottore, Childe, Zhongli.

So this is based off This idea I had about a cyberpunk reader in a cult!Sagau genshin, so this is just me testing the waters. I spent wayyy too much time on this one lol but this brainrot is still going strong.

CW: Suggestive themes, cult/yandere characters, reader is GN, mentioned gore for Zhongli part. First time writing Yandere's so tell me how it goes lol.

Dottore: Silent Curiosity

He does not worship you openly; he doesn't sing hymns about your mercy or your cruelty, nor does he press his face into the ground whenever you pass, like certain archons wishing for redemption. His worship is quiet. To the unworthy, the way he touches you — with clinically cold hands, examining every gear, and bolt, and piston with the same calculating gaze reserved for one of his machines — may as well be the highest form of sacrilege. Who is he to act as if you are just another of his toys? Who is he to not even say a single word to you? Who is he to touch and pull on your mechanical components like some urchin child toying with an object they do not realize is precious? But they can't do anything, because You do not see it their way. You do not stop or punish him, you encourage him; it isn't rare to find you two alone, him on his knees with your arm held in his hands, silently watching the moving mechanisms beneath your plating as you explain the intricacies of your mechanical form to him in that synthetic voice of yours that makes his bones tremble. His touch is clinical, precise, but it is by no means cold; His worship is conveyed through his actions. With reverence he cleans the dirt and grime from the seams in your armor, happy to stay on his knees for hours, days even, so long as not a single speck of dirt is left to mar your perfect body. With piety he polishes every gear, with admiration he oils every piston, worshiping even the smallest piece in your body like it is a holy relic. To Dottore, being able to see technology millennia ahead of his own and learn of knowledge yet undiscovered would have been bliss. But to feel it beneath his fingers? To feel it in his bones as that artificial voice of yours reveals the world's secrets? Heaven.

Tartaglia: Eager Veneration

Once, Tartaglia had only known of you from the stories his parents had told him; of a loving creator, a place of safety and solace in this harsh world. Later, when he fell into the Abyss, Skirk told him new stories of you, passed down to her by the denizens of the Abyss — ones his parents wouldn't have dared to utter lest they tempt Celestia to punish them for heresy. So when you descended, full of harsh edges and your body geared for battle, he embraced you as you were. He would have loved you regardless of your appearance, but something about the mechanical version of you made sense to him; Children resemble their parents after all, why should you have appeared like the demure little thing the tapestries depicted you as when Teyvat could be harsh, and cruel, and cold? He remembered his parents teachings, tried to be respectful like the other acolytes, on their knees, with their heads pressed to the ground. He would have done so happily, would have kneeled before you until he was nothing but bones, would have slaughtered countries in your name... yet the abyss gnawed on his bones, needing your attention like a babe needed a parent. So when you showed him favor? When you offered him to touch the divine metal of your cybernetic body? He couldn't stop himself. Anxiety tempered his eagerness, he did not seek more than what you offered him, yet his hands still glided over your skin and metal with the same energy as the little gears beneath your outer shell. Trembling fingers traced old dents and scratches that ripperdocs had neglected to fix, words of absolute devotion leaving his lips as he put his head to your chest, listening to the tik tik tik of mechanical organs beneath your chassis. But your weapons enchanted him the most. It reminded him so much of the Foul Legacy hiding under his skin; the promise of danger and death lurking beneath the surface, ready to be used as soon as a threat appeared — a similarity between you two that no one else could claim. He could spend days simply kissing and lavishing the seams in the armor, feeling where fake skin transitioned into metal which hid your weaponry from the world. Though you never allowed him more than a look, he yearned to touch them, to kiss the sharp blades, to feel his bones bend under your mechanical strength, to feel the monowire burn through his skin... Please, won't you let him? He survived the Abyss, he promises that he's tough, he can handle the pain... just this once, let him worship you, all of you, please?

Zhongli: Desperate Absolution

Zhongli is afraid; to touch, to breathe, to even exist near you. How can he not be, when he is the reason for your missing parts? Your aching joints? When he was the one who harmed you, who tainted your holy body with his hate and prejudice? When he was so prideful as to forsake his creator because they did not fit his own imagination? When the truth was revealed, the real impostor laying dead and your mechanical frame speckled with drops of your golden blood, he understood he was in no place to anything but bow and pray your fury would be swift and merciful, though he did not deserve it. Yet even as he knelt before you, head bowed so low it was flush with the ground and eyes shut tight, not daring to even glance at your metallic feet, a part of him still yearned for a chance at redemption; to earn back the chance to worship you, to earn your forgiveness through devotion. He would do anything for it; Kiss and lick the dirt off your mechanical feet, be at your beck and call till the end of time... If you wished to regain your lost parts — he would scour the far reaches of Teyvat until he found all the metal pieces you had lost, and those that were permanently damaged? He would carve his bones into shape, until they fit... If you told him to forfeit his flesh like you had done — he would claw at his skin until not a single scrap of meat hangs off his bones. He would happily wander the earth as a skeleton, grafting pieces of old Khaenri'ahn technology to himself until he resembled you, just so you could inflict the same wounds he had done to you... Yet you did no such thing. Even as his thoughts gained a voice, escaping his mouth through muffled whimpers, all you did was watch him, your mechanical gaze racking over his shivering form as he tried to stop his hiccupping cries. Truly pathetic. Then your fingers found his chin, gripping him in a bruising as you raised his head to look at you. Your mechanical eyes reflected in the tears running down his cheeks, the metal joints in your fingers nipping at his skin. His eyes met your cold gaze, and he wondered what you will ask of him — His eyes? His tongue? His arms? The impostor would have demanded all that and more... He would give it in a heartbeat. But please, find it in your cold heart to forgive him.

[gwonty]

You can hear the whoosh of Toji taking a piss in the en-suite bathroom.

You waltz over with a yawn and lean against the doorway, his big shirt dangling off your shoulder. Toji doesn’t bat an eye at your presence.

You tilt your head at the beautiful sight of your big man in nothing but undies, cock out. He’s not even holding his dick as he pees.

“You got a license for that thing?”

His stream is undisturbed, side glancing at you with a sleepy gaze. Minutes ago, Toji’s loud groan and the rumble of the bed as he sat up awoke you. It’s still dark out, the middle of the night.

“We this comfortable already?” He speaks like it’s more of a statement, making you shrug with much amusement on your face.

“I can’t watch you pee? You’ve literally been inside me.”

He turns back to idly stare down at his dick. “I have,” he agrees and scratches the side of his abdomen.

Toji notes that you often seem to bring that up, like it makes you happy to reminisce with him on that fact out loud.

Your bare feet lead you to stand right beside him with your hands held behind your back, facing the side of the toilet. You stare down at his cock, he briefly eyes you.

“You don’t hold your dick when you piss?”

Toji huffs and shakes his head at your ability to be silly after being woken up mid REM. “You havin’ fun, baby?”

You idly teeter on the tips of your toes, glancing up at his panty-dropping, lopsided grin.

You nod with a smile. “Yeah.”

“Mmm,” he hums, content with your blatant joy, glancing back to his dick. “Don’t have to,” he answers your question.

You lean down and get a closer look at his sparse black hair leading up to his bellybutton and veiny, dark-pink cock with a steady stream coming out of the little slit. It’s a monster of a thing, really, but it fits a man of his size.

“How are you not getting pee everywhere like a flyaway hose? Do a lot of guys not have to hold it?”

He snickers as his stream turns into dribbles. “What kind of force do you think I’m pissing with?”

You chuckle and shrug. “I don’t know how it works. I can’t even tell if you’re hard right now. Are you hard right now?”

A little smirk befalls his lips as he gives his dick a little shake and flops it into his underwear. He drops the lid and flushes. “Questions, questions.”

He stretches his arms overhead with a loud grunt before pushing into your personal space, purposely making you stumble. He leans down and presses a kiss to the side of your neck.

“You want it to be?”

You hold back a laugh and push at his chest. “Toji, wash your hands. You still touched the toilet.”

He snags his sharp canines on your neck to hear that little squeak before pulling away to face the sink with self-satisfaction.

“You didn’t even wipe,” you tease, hopping up on the counter with your feet dangling.

He side glances at you as he washes with soap. “Don’t need to.”

“But isn’t your tip all wet?” You cringe. “Your underwear is gonna get all— bleh.”

He dries his hands on a small towel, sighing. He tosses the towel and pushes in between your thighs, leaning over you.

“The only way my tip gets wet is when you’re in a good mood.”

You roll your eyes, smiling. “Shut up.”

He grabs your hand and slides it down his hard tummy to his clothed cock. It’s warm, hard, and thick.

“I’ll tell you everything you wanna know, baby. Feel hard?”

You swallow, lightly squeezing his dick as you eye it. “I don’t know, it’s squishy and kinda hard but I can’t tell.”

He hums, moving his hand aside to let you feel his cock up as you please.

“Morning wood keeps it just hard enough to point downward some. Enough to piss with no hands.” He hisses when your little hand caresses the sensitive underside of his tip, “Easy, baby.”

“Oh,” you mumble glancing up at him with gleamy eyes, “So holding it for you while you pee is off the table?”

His brows furrow a bit, amused. “That’s what you want?”

You shrug, curious caresses turning into an idle, but thorough stroking of his dick over his boxers. “Maybe just curious if you’d let me.”

“You’ll get piss everywhere.” He loosely holds one of your hips, rubbing his thumb back and forth, soothingly.

“What happens if you get really really hard in the middle of peeing?”

“Why would I get hard mid piss?” He licks the corner of his lips, abs lightly flexing when your hand gives a particularly proper stroke.

“Like— if I kissed the side of your dick while you peed.” You smile, playful and adorable. The two of you aren’t really acknowledging the fact that you’re basically giving him a handjob now, it’s slow enough to be more of a heavy tease anyway.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, butting his head into yours, softly. He loves the domestic intimacy of you and him in times like these.

“Yeah c’mon, hypothetically.” You nudge your head into his in return, eyes briefly fluttering shut.

He leans back with a heavy exhale, wracking his thoughts.

“Well,” he looks down at you, “I’d have to hold it down so I don’t water the ceiling. You might get wet, baby.”

“Your dick never points up when you’re hard though, it’s so heavy.” You bite your lip, smiling and leaning into his lips to lay a nice wet kiss. “But, I don’t mind getting a little wet.”

He nudges your thighs wider and pushes a large hand between your legs to cup your thinly clothed pussy. You softly gasp, eyes trained on his calm eyes and scarred lips.

“You wet right now? Seeing me take a piss get you all horny?” He gently strokes your warm slit. “My dirty girl want some ‘heavy’ cock now?”

Your eyes roll back as his fingers and voice work tingles up your tummy.

“Fuck,” you urgently yank his boxers down, making his weighted arm of a cock twitch like it just knows its favorite girl is ready to give it a nice, wet hug. “Okay, yes actually. I wanna fuck. No more playing, wanna feel you inside me.”

Toji’s head sags as he chuckles, patiently watching you yank your panties to the side and shimmy to the edge of the counter.

“Ah ah ah,” he stops you just as you’re lining his tip to your throbbing folds, “You sure? Might have some piss drying on my tip, sometimes it gets stuck in there and drips out. Thought it was— ‘bleh’?”

He grips your chin, tilting your head upwards. He exhales right into your face and presses his lips to yours. “You don’t want my piss in your pussy, do you, baby?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you slur, aggressively smashing your lips harder into his. He leans over you as you lick and lick into eachother’s mouths, truly indifferent to how sloppy it is.

“Jesus,” he laughs, not truly expecting you to be so eager when he’s teasing you.

You jerk your hips forward to the best of your ability and the tip of Toji’s cock penetrates your pulsing entrance.

You moan right into his mouth as Toji slams his hands down to grip the counter behind you, coping with the warm, smooth pressure of your insides. His jaw ticks with the pressure of clenching his teeth, groaning in his throat.

His hips jerk forward, forcing your deeper insides to make room for a whopping half of his monster cock.

“Oh fuck!” You cringe breaking your stringy kiss to slap and grip his chest. “Have to— to go slower, Toji, fuck.”

“Shhh,” he hushes you, nudging your head to the side with his face to mouth wetly at your neck. His hips make nice little thrusts to aid your hole in warming up to him.

“Gonna feed you the rest,” he warns into your ear in a raspy soothing tone, “you’ve got it. You’ve got it. Gotta do it quick, baby.” He knows it hurts less when he gets this part over with.

You gasp as he shoves the rest in, but the warm sturdiness of his hips pressing into the bottom of your thighs helps to calm you. You’re so full, it’s slightly cramping right above your bellybutton.

“Ahh,” Toji breathes, throwing his head down over your shoulder. His cock jumps inside you, happy to finally be completely encased in its warm home again. “Shoulda spread your pretty little legs earlier so I coulda saved up some piss for your sweet pussy as a thank you for being so fucking good. Want me to say sorry?”

He chuckles with that lopsided grin, waiting for you to slap his chest and scold him for being gross like he intended with such a fuck ass joke— but you don’t! In fact, it seems.. did you enjoy that?

Your back arches dramatically, letting out a loud, breathy moan with eyes shut in wonderland.

Toji lifts his head to eye you with a quirked brow, a little confused and slightly wincing when your insides clench so hard around his sensitive dick.

His eyes widen when you slap both hands onto each of his asscheeks and use all the force you can muster to force him to thrust forward, into you.

“Oh,” Toji says in amused, mild shock, but it quickly turns into a groan as you force him to fuck you.

He drops his head back and closes his eyes blissfully, letting you do all the work with your own hands and arms that must already be aching. It’s like you’re reverse riding him. It’s more of a subtle rocking since Toji is quite heavy, but it feels fucking good to be pushed in and out of that slimy gripping heaven between your legs like this.

“God, fuck, feels fucking good. Okay, I got it, I’ll do what you want, give you what you want. It’s okay, shh,” he soothes your frustrated whine as he finally begins to do the work, brutal jackhammers that make your body literally jerk up and down. Your legs and arms curl around his big back for any semblance of balance as you whine and moan for the sleeping neighbors to complain about later.

His brow is furrowed in concentration as his hips snap on and on, gripping the counter rather than you, which makes you look like a little flesh light that can manually hold on like a spider monkey.

He huffs as sweat falls down his brow, kissing your neck affectionately.

“Look at me, Toji. God, you feel so good,” you whine, making him pull away enough to look you in the eye. With a dazed expression, you connect your lips like second nature, but the kiss is more of a choppy rubbing of your lips at best due to his relentless humping.

“Thought of my piss in your cunt really got you going, huh?” he chuckles into your mouth, unable to resist teasing.

But again, he does not expect such a drastic reaction of obvious pleasure from his fucked up joke. Your eyes visibly roll all the way back and you shove your tongue across his lips and begin licking his cheek and jaw like a feral cat, moaning and clawing his back. You even start to fuck your hips down into his with every thrust, making the mean impact of his tip smashing into your cervix that much harder.

“Jesus Christ,” Toji huffs in disbelief, eye wincing at the pleasure you’re enforcing.

“Do you have a piss kink, baby?”

You shove his hand down to rub your clit with his fingers, head thrown back and the next second you’re—

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

[yzzart]

꧁ PEACE & VIOLENCE ── KOTOYUKI TSUNEKI

✶ synopsis: they always taught you to doubt a fox; you never knew if she could be laughing, crying with her natural sounds. they always taught you not to trust her.

✶tags + warnings: F!reader, mention of the term "wife", similarity to manipulation, imprisonment, inspired by the song "PEACE & VIOLENCE" by faouzia, Reference to "Silent Hill F"

Perhaps, he only wants to fight for your honor, satisfying his desire to protect you as he always dreamed.

The wife he always dreamed of making you.

Settling for just words, comforting your vulnerability, seemed like a sweet decision; it didn't feel like an obligation, a prison, or any attribute that came from deceitful, envious lips. — They wanted to steal you from your loving husband; they did.

Little did they know that you were promised to him from birth; when you dared to open your eyes to the world for the first time. — No one could have you; your soul, your passion, belonged to him.

Perhaps, he would imprison you only to prioritize your health, well-being, and safety; he would tear out every fiber, his skin, every limb if a strand of your hair were removed by other filthy fingers. — Only your loving husband could touch your hair; the only one worthy of combing it with the pure bamboo brush. — Oh, you were angelically adorable.

Your only obligation was to sit on his lap and hum your favorite song; one he had come to adore. — The melody your mother had been introducing you to since you could understand words; it was so poetic, so pure. — He grew to loved it, always wishing you would sing it to his ears; he compared it to a prayer.

While your loving husband combed your soft, and so fragrant, hair, sometimes he would spend hours with the same lock, not wanting to end the moment.

Silly woman. — Only he could make your hair so beautiful and loose; just like your soul could be.

Perhaps, his words could be carved into your chest; pressed, marked as they did with animals to identify them. — Strange, you always found this action so cruel. — They did good for you, he made clear.

They were written in the papyri, in the books; mainly, in the accounts and domains of the ancestors. — No soul or carcass could rebuke or induce slander against what was truly decreed for their fate."

"All my pain is yours…" — Kotoyuki stated with those devouring eyes, yellowed by the mask, that could turn your entire life upside down; the one that had always belonged to him. — "So, i would die for you." — You wished you could feel certainty in the words, that doesn't mean you don't trust your husband.

Your husband. — He was your husband.

"I don't want, i can't tolerate anything anymore." — He grabbed your hand; the coldness of his fingers felt so spiritual, something he was beginning to get used to. — "I would fight, and i will, for your honor." — Kotoyuki kissed, slowly and with his classic patience, the tips of your fingers.

It was as if you'd pierced them with a needle and he wanted to remove all the pain and agony that had settled inside.

"Your pain is my pain."

Perhaps, he was telling the truth.

[lafleurperdue]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : demon king!sukuna x priest’s daughter!reader

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 : mdni 18+ · corruption · religious imagery · dark romance · possessive/obsessive themes · smut · power imbalance · blood symbolism · chains/crowns imagery · myth-inspired retelling of hades/persephone · enemies to lovers

𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 : before her first breath, her father bargained with a shadow — a covenant born of desperation, sealed in silence, and hidden beneath trembling prayers. but bargains with demons do not fade; they linger, like blood on sacred cloth. on the eve of her eighteenth year, the truth rises. the stranger was no man, but Ryomen Sukuna, King of Demons — come to claim what was promised. torn from her home, she is thrust into a kingdom where night reigns eternal, ruled by a sovereign of iron and cruelty, who knows no love. she aches for freedom, for her father’s embrace, for light. he demands submission, loyalty, her place at his throne. yet in the heart of shadow, rebellion stirs, and buried truths bleed into ruin. hatred begin to fracture, twisting into a peril far more ruinous than rage.

for what becomes of a daughter of light, when she learns to hunger for the darkness that stole?

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 :

꒷꒦ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 — the bargain

... more to come

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : open! comment or ask to be added.

𝐚/𝐧 : this october i'll be celebrating my first halloween event on tumblr — a mini-series updating every friday with the finale dropping on halloween night. ever since i wrote for sukuna i came up with the idea, but a huge thanks to @riveredmoon and @sugurusangxl for encouraging me. just a little disclaimer, i might just think of dropping a few surprises. i hope you enjoy the surprises waiting in candlelight and ruin 🕯️

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©𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬. 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐤 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 🤍

[tragicgirltheory]

Hanahaki Love | 0. the beginning of your end.

pairing: chat noir x f!reader

summary: chat noir was just a hero to you at some point, until that fateful day when he found himself on your roof.

a/n: hiii guys! This is a short chat noir series that I'm writing. It's also the first time I'm ever posting my writing- so there's gonna be some mistakes hehe (just lmk my dms are open!). Also no warnings bc it's chapter 0 (guys I wrote this at 3am don't come for me (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ). Don't be a silent reader! All characters are aged 18+

The first time you saw him was the second time stoneheart attacked the civilians. It was just your luck that you ran into one of those stone creatures while evacuation. The villain bought both it's fist up and your heart gave out. 'This is it, it's all over' you braced yourself right before the impact.

However, you didn't get the kind of impact you were anticipating. Instead of getting smashed like a bug, it was as if someone gave you a good shove that sent you rolling a long way. When you open your eyes you see completely green ones staring back at you. And honestly with how hard your heart was beating you couldn't even hear what this weird cat guy was saying, but you were pretty sure he was telling you to go home.

And home you went. Many months passed, many people got akumatized along the way and the heros of Paris saved them each time. And that one time Chat Noir shoved you was the only time you interacted with him.

Until you glance at your window one cozy night, only to see his face and palms pasted against the glass.

Okay let's rewind, shall we?

You woke up from one of those after school 'naps' that basically knock you out for an entire day. In a dazed and still kinda sleepy state, you decide to be a little productive, and walk to the kitchen. You make a cup of coffee while the microwave warms up some goods you got from the bakery.

Feeling nice and giddy about all the sweet treats, you grabbed your books and laptop and sat on the couch in your bedroom. Just as you turn to grab a book from your side- that's when you see it.

There's someone's in your window. It's Chat Noir. Oh, it's just chat noir, the hero of destruction- CHAT NOIR IS PEEKING THROUGH YOUR FUCKING WINDOW.

It was as if your heart said ciao and disappeared. Your body malfunctioned and you didn't know if it was a good idea to scream but you do it anyway, only to end up choking on the croissant you were munching on. As you try to stop your fit of coughing, you hear frantic taps on your window and a muffled voice.

"are you okay?" "Oh my god" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

After you calmed down, you walked to the window and slammed it open. "What the heck was that, chat noir! I almost died- what are you doing on my roof!?" (You lived in a small apartment on the roof of a building).

The hero apologetically put his hands up, "I'm so sorry, I was just uhh- patrolling around and I landed on your roof after some old guy threw a bucket of water on me. So I was trying to dry off but it's so cold and then I noticed the treats on your couch through the window and I-" And for the first time that night you noticed that he was completely soaked.

"Wait." You hold a hand up to put an end to his rambling and sigh deeply before disappearing into a corner of your room and returning with a towel. "Here you go," he looked at you- shocked at the fact that you didn't go to call the police on him instead.

"Thank you so much," his voice was laced with nothing but gratitude. "Didn't think I'd bump into any kind civilians tonight, thought my luck ran out- are you gonna eat all of that?" He flashed you a cheeky smile.

Greedy cat.

That was the beginning of your friendship with a brat called Chat Noir.

© girldisaster2007

[pomegranatelifethis]

star ın the shadows

Batfamily

A Crimson Dawn

New member

Sister

I think I'm dying

Echoes in the Night

I love you brother

From another universe

Escape

Brother

Little Trouble

Blood and Bonds

New Robin

Is it worth that much to you?

Ding dong

I am me

We love you

Shattered Bonds

Rescue Among the Shadows

A cat

Naughty fur ball

Seeking revenge

Broken heart

Broken Mugs, Unbreakable Bonds

It's so boring

Last time

Shadows and Silence

Excitement

I did it

Why doesn't anyone see me?

Family day

Aphrodite's Child Beauty

Did you forget?

New sibling

A Shattered Dream

platonic batfam x omega!reader

Justice League

The Clumsy Hero’s Big Secret

A Bond That Grows İn The Shadows

AWARENESS

The Forgotten Fox

Porcelain Doll(Draft)

Porcelain Doll (1 episode )

Porcelain doll (part two)

Porcelain Doll ( Part Three)

A mistake

Uncontrolled

Live in the moment

Lone Hero Hidden in the Night

In another universe again( 1 part)

Overlooked Treasure

Last time

Troublemaker Little Brother

Forgotten Pages

Forgotten Pages (part 2)

Broken ballerina

The first excitement

In the sky

Maternal Instinct

Don't move away

Missing piece (Preface)

Missing piece (part1)

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark(part1)

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark(part 2)

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark(part 2)

Q&A

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark(alternative)

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark

The Princess Forgotten in the Dark

spider-man: across the spider-verse

In the sky

Go with the flow

Collapse

In time

Let's try again

"A Shadow In Her Eyes"

"A Shadow In Her Eyes"(part2)

Zooptie

Secret Witness (part1)

Secret Witness(part2)

Shadow

Yandere shadows

Lone Hero Hidden in the Night

Lost in the Dark

Only One Bed

Monki kid

A Silent Flower in a Cage of Flames (Redson)

Broken chains

Fiery clash

Claws and confessions

Heroic Break

Miraculous

The darkness of Paris

A Rooftop Adventure With You

Who am I?

Avengers

What does it matter?

Is it that hard to see me

Culpa mia

sudden development

Requests

Father

Smut

Bruce wayne

Dick grayson

Wade Wilson(Deadpool)

Tim drake

Jason Todd

Deadpool

Jealous Dad

Second main list

[qdettos-deactivated20250821]

[ectstasy]

Jealousy

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 : 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝘼𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙤, 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

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1. Shintaro Midorima

During lunch period, you were sitting with the Shutoku basketball team when one of your classmates wandered over, looking a bit embarrassed.

"I have no idea what the hell we just learned yesterday, so I was hoping you could just teach me really quick. I really do not want to get yelled at by our teacher."

You smiled and motioned for him to sit beside you. That’s when your boyfriend's chopsticks froze mid-air as he stared at you and your classmate in disbelief. Takao already had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing, as he looked at Midorima's expression. Clearly annoyed by what was going on in-front of him. Midorima abruptly stood. His chair screeched across the floor, making everyone look up.

“Let me teach him.”

You blinked. “What??”

Midorima adjusted his glasses, stepping right between you and your classmate. “It would be inefficient for my girlfriend to spend her lunch period tutoring someone else. My mathematical abilities are more than sufficient, so I will explain in her place.”

The word girlfriend landed heavy in the air. Your classmate’s eyes widened a little, caught off guard. " Uh… alright, sure...as long as I understand..." Your classmate said, a bit of nervousness in his tone. Midorima sat down stiffly in the vacant space,directly between you both, and began to give a overcomplicated explanation of quadratic functions. His tone was far too fast for an average student, but the intimidation factor alone kept your classmate listening.

Takao leaned over to you and whispered, not even bothering to contain his grin. “Wow, Shin-chan, jealous much?” Hearing Takao’s words, you glanced at him and only shrugged.

Miyaji then snorted from across the table. “It’s funny how he can’t even hide it.”

A tiny smile tugged at your lips. Midorima didn’t look at you once during the entire “lesson,” but the way he angled his shoulder to block your classmate said everything you needed to know. But hey, at least your classmate walked away actually understanding quadratic functions… even if he’d never dare ask you for help again.

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2. Daiki Aomine

You were outside the convenience store waiting for your boyfriend after school when an old classmate spotted you. He stopped to say hi, and soon the two of you were catching up, swapping little stories and laughing. He then cracked a joke that made you laugh harder than you meant to. That's exactly when your boyfriend, Aomine strolled up, a can of coffee in hand. He slowed his steps, eyes narrowing as his gaze flicked between you and the guy. “Didn't know I was missin out on comedy hour.”

You blinked. “Daiki-"

He popped the tab on his can and leaned his weight on one leg, smirk across his lips as he stared your classmate down. The poor guy stiffened immediately. Could you blame him though?

"So what do you work as? A clown? You seem hella funny to make her la-"

Before he could finish, you clapped a hand over his mouth. “Daiki!” You were about to apologize but your classmate just muttered an excuse, and bolted. You sighed. “Seriously? You scared him off.”

Aomine shrugged like it was nothing. “Not my problem.” He said stretching his arms. “That joke was weak as hell anyway. Can’t believe you laughed at that.” You rolled your eyes, but before you could reply, his arm was around your waist, tugging you in tight. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple. "Listen, don't be like that. I like seein you laugh like that… but with me. So let’s go. I’ll give you something to actually smile about.”

That’s how you ended up at the arcade that night. Aomine was relentless, if you pointed at a claw machine, he was already dropping coins in. Stuffed animals piled up in your arms as he crushed machine after machine, flashing you a grin every time he won. By the time you were buried in plushies, you were laughing so much your cheeks hurt.

Aomine then leaned back against the machine, crossing his arms with a satisfied smirk as he looked at you. “Heh. Knew I was better at making you happy than that clown.”

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3. Ryouta Kise

You were at a train station waiting for your boyfriend to refill your train fare cards when a guy a few feet away walked towards you with a grin.

“Hey, you’re really cute. Can I get your number?” Before you could decline, Kise’s voice rang out, loud enough to turn heads.

“Her number?!?" He was at your side in a flash, slipping an arm around your shoulders, his smile bright enough to blind.

“Sorry, sorry, but she doesn’t give her number out. She’s already taken."

The guy scoffed, clearly irritated. “Whatever. Girls like her don’t stay with one guy for long anyway.” The guy mumbled more to himself but loud enough for you and Kise to hear him.

You stiffened, but Kise’s grin didn’t budge. “Oh? That so? Funny, because she’s been with her amazing boyfriend for a while now. And if she was gonna leave…” He smirked as his golden eyes narrowed. “…don’t you think it’d be for someone actually on her level?”

The guy blinked, thrown off, and Kise took the chance to gesture casually at the massive cologne ad plastered on the wall nearby, his own face staring down at the three of you.

“Someone like the guy on the wall over there. But too bad, she’s already dating him.”

You had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing as the guy’s expression soured. He muttered something under his breath before storming off in defeat. Kise then turned to you, immediately, puffing his cheeks in a pout before kissing your cheek. "You better not let losers like that get your attention ever again. I’ll die of jealousy!”

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4. Taiga Kagami

It was after school, and you’d dropped by the gym to bring the boys some snacks. You sat with Riko, chatting while watching the team practice, until she excused herself to the bathroom. That’s when a guy you vaguely recognized from the soccer team wandered over. “Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the railing. “Didn’t know you liked hanging around basketball practice. You should come watch soccer sometime instead. Or better yet…” His grin widened. “…you could just give me your number, and we’ll figure something out.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh-"

Before you could answer, a basketball slammed hard against the floor between you and the guy, making him stumble back a step.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?”

The guy frowned. “Relax, man. I was just talking.”

“‘Just talking?’” Kagami snapped, his face already red with fury. “You don’t ask for my girlfriend’s number while I’m standing right here!” The gym went dead quiet. The guy blinked, then raised his hands a little, muttering quickly, “sorry, man, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” as he shuffled off toward the exit.

You turned to Kagami. His fists were still clenched, jaw tight and eyes still fixed on where the guy had been. He muttered under his breath, voice low, “Swear to god… if I wasn’t on the basketball team, I would’ve dunked his ass straight into the hoop.”

You bit back a laugh, then tilted your head with a teasing smile. “Awww… are you jealous?” you cooed.

Kagami froze, the tips of his ears going red instantly. “Wh-jealous?!” He said turning to you, once he saw your smug expression, he groaned, dragging his towel over his face to hide. “I’m not jealous, I just… I’m not letting some random guy get away with that crap.” You giggled as you reached to hold his hand. “You’re so obvious, Taiga.”

“Obvious my ass,” he muttered, though his hand slid into yours without hesitation. “…Whatever. You’re mine. That’s all that matters."

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5. Tetsuya Kuroko

You and Kuroko had stopped by Maji Burger after school. You placed your order, smiling politely as the cashier handed you the receipt with a smile.

“So… you come here a lot?” he asked, leaning on the counter just a little too much. “Maybe if I had your number, I could make sure your orders are always perf-"

“She won’t need that.”

Your boyfriend’s voice cut cleanly through the cashier’s words. The cashier jumped slightly, startled at how Kuroko was suddenly right beside you, tray already balanced in his hands.

“Wha-where did you even come from?” the guy asked, clearly confused by Kuroko’s sudden appearance.

“I’ve been here the whole time. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with my girlfriend.”

The cashier blinked. “…Oh. Uh-sorry, man. Didn’t realize.” He then quickly went and busied himself with the register, avoiding Kuroko’s eyes.

You followed Kuroko to a booth, fighting a smile. “Wow. You didn’t even raise your voice and he backed off instantly.”

Kuroko set the tray down, sliding your drink toward you. You leaned in, teasing. “So… were you jealous?”

He sipped his shake, eyes meeting yours. “…Yes.”

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6. Atsushi Murasakibara

It was after school, and you’d stopped at the convenience store with Murasakibara. He had wandered off down the snack aisle (obviously) while you waited with your basket. A guy in a hoodie walked past, then stopped once he saw you.

“Hey, you’re cute. You live around here? Why don’t you give me your number?"

You blinked, startled. “I have a boyfriend…” you said, clutching your basket.

The guy just smirked, leaning closer. “He doesn’t have to know.” Before you could answer, your boyfriend appeared at the end of the aisle, arms stacked high with chips and Pocky boxes. He walked up silently, stopping right behind the guy.

“…I heard that,” Murasakibara muttered. He looked down at the guy, towering over him with a flat expression. “And I do know.”

The guy scoffed, not even glancing back. “I don’t car-"

He turned mid sentence and froze, his words dying instantly. His eyes went wide as he looked up, and up, and up, finally realizing he was standing under nearly seven feet of broad shouldered muscle.

Murasakibara’s pout deepened. He then dropped the pile of snacks into your basket. “…your annoying. If you don’t leave her alone, I’ll break you in half. Like a Pocky.”

The guy went pale, muttered a quick apology, and bolted down the aisle without another word.

You let out a breath, looking up at Murasakibara as he ripped open one of the Pocky boxes, popping a stick into his mouth like nothing happened.

“That was kind of scary, Atsushi,” you teased.

He shrugged as he chewed. “…don't really care. You know I don't like sharing."

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7. Seijuro Akashi

You were sitting at a café table after school, flipping through your notes while Akashi went to the counter for drinks. A college student from the next table leaned over with a smirk. “You shouldn’t be studying alone. How about I keep you company.”

Before you could respond, a tray set down on the table with a soft clink.

“She isn’t alone.”

You glanced up Akashi stood beside you, posture straight and gaze steady on the man. His tone wasn’t loud, but hell, it was sharp. A small smirk tugged at your lips as you rested your face in your hands as you continued to look at your boyfriend. You loved it when he used that tone.

The student scoffed lightly. “Relax, I was just talking to her.”

Akashi’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You misunderstand. I’m not asking you to stop. I’m telling you.”

The student blinked, thrown off. “What-"

Akashi stepped forward, his presence enough to make the air feel heavier. “I don’t repeat myself,” he said.

“Leave.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. The student muttered something under his breath, quickly gathering his things and retreating to the far end of the café.

Akashi then sat across from you, the edge in his expression softening immediately as he slid your drink toward you.

“Apologies, my love. I dislike when people think they can approach you and expect something from you.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “Don’t apologize. I love seeing you get like that… it’s hot.”

Akashi let out a quiet chuckle

“Is that so?”

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This is how I see every oc x canon for the eltingville club

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guys............ sniff.............. they're so underrated....... i need more fanfiction of them.............. please................. they are SO fine idc........