Hello!! I was wondering if you could write something for Dennis Whittaker x attending reader or a student doctor reader? I lurb him sm and I’m just so sad at the lack of fics for him
Hi, sorry it took me so long to get to this! I hope you don't mind that I'm going to use his personality in season 2 for this work. I just finished watching ep 1 and I have it on my brain right now.
Also I'm sorry, this is going to be short. I'm just getting back into writing for The Pitt.
Yearning & Denial
You were an attending, a good one at that. You had always been professional with your coworkers, knowing how messy relationships in the Pitt could be. Distractions couldn't be afforded when lives were on the line.
So why were your eyes stuck to Dr. Dennis Whitaker and the way he slowly became more confident with each shift he had? Why couldn't you get his smile out of your head?
Leaning against the nurse's station, you watched the younger man work to save an older lady as she coded. His muscles rippled beneath his scrubs as he did compressions, his movements well-timed as he had been well-prepared and well-taught on how to do this procedure.
It was as if you could not focus on anything else, like there was only you and Dennis despite the ED being full as always. You breathed a sigh of relief when he did, the patient coming back from death's door.
"Dr. {Last Name}," Perlah called out to you from across the large room. You turned your head towards her and she continued. "You're needed in Trauma One."
"I'll be right there," you said, pushing off the desk.
There was a need to look back at Dennis and you lost the battle to resist it. As your eyes found him, his locked onto you. Your heart pounded in your chest and your mouth grew dry.
He gave you a smile and warmth washed over you. The little wave he gave you made your heart flip.
All you could do was nod and smile, thankfully not giving the urge to walk over. As you headed towards Trauma One, you resolved yourself to talk to him later.
You told yourself that attendings were supposed to check in with their subordinates. You knew the truth.
You ached to hear his voice up close, not from far away.
"You need to get a hold of yourself," you murmured to no one but yourself. "You're on shift."
Pushing all thoughts of Dennis aside, you opened the door to Trauma One.
MDNI & Support Dividers made by @/cafekitsune
Again, this was short, but I hope you enjoy it. This was mostly Reader yearning, but hey. Who wouldn't be entranced by Dennis Whitaker?
Some time ago, Kento decided to give up his life as an office worker and put into practice everything he had learned at Jujutsu High. Enduring Gojo Satoru shouting in his ear like he did in high school was the worst of the problems, the big "x" of the issue now was dealing with the curses that arrived in the city.
Sukuna's return seemed to have brought a streak of bad luck to everyone else, and it stressed him, God, how it stressed him.
He had fought against a curse called "Mahito". He was all patched up, had blue hair, was tough and very ironic, the kind that brags about their deplorable exploits. His stupid actions meant that Nanami had to spend more time at work, as he was going to finish his shift at 6 p.m., but Mahito was persistent and stupid, forcing him to work overtime.
He left office life so he could stop working like a convict, and now he was forced to work overtime because of this stupid curse?
It's incredibly disrespectful.
He arrived at the apartment tired, just thinking about taking a relaxing shower and sleeping. Maybe this vacation to Malaysia should be brought forward.
He unlocked the main door and when he entered, he turned on the orange lamp next to it, casting dim light across the room. He was already loosening his tie and muttering some swear words when he came across a peculiar figure on the sofa. You were lying on your side, resting your face in your hand, looking at him with a mischievous smile and slightly shaking your tail.
The tail, as well as the horns and wings were part of your real form, but you made them disappear to be more comfortable sometimes.
━━ What are you doing in my house? — the blonde questioned, without paying much attention to you.
━━ You know how it is, no big deal... — you slid onto the couch. ━━ Just checking if my favorite blonde is okay...
━━ I am very well.
You giggled indiscreetly.
━━ You seem stressed to me...
━━ I can ease my stress on my own, I don't need another curse bothering me today.
You got up from the couch, walking over to him with a hand on your chest, pretending to be offended.
━━ Aww, too bad. I'm not a curse, you know this... — you said, making your most fantasy features disappear, looking like a normal human. ━━ Are you going to treat me like that night was nothing?
He grunted, taking off his tie to make himself more comfortable.
━━ It was a dream. A fucking dream.
━━ It wasn't a dream... — you teased. ━━ But I agree with you on the fucking part. Wow, we fucked so much!
You kept remembering about it, with a mischievous smile on your lips.
━━ What did you come for, you devil? Feed? If so, I'm tired, I don't have any energy to give you.
Well, that's the truth. Succubus feeds on a person's vital energy through sex.
━━ Do I look evil, Kento? I'm here to take care of you. You let me feed myself, I think it's fair that I take care of you.
You took a hand to the blonde's defined jaw and slid your fingers over his skin, watching as he shivered.
━━ You'll see... I can wash your hair... — you took one of his hands and brought it to your face, so he could feel your warm cheek. ━━ Kiss your pretty lips and we can explore each other's bodies, so you will sleep very happy afterwards. Don't you think you need some love?
His mischievous smile was a beautiful invitation. And the blonde gave in to the temptation and desire you emanated. You calmly convinced him, and now you were in the bathroom, in the shower, moaning and feeling the warm water slide over your skin. Nanami's strong body hugged yours from behind, while his hands were covered in liquid soap with passion fruit and chamomile essences.
His huge hands slid over your wet skin and went to your breasts, playing with your nipples between his index and middle fingers; giving you an awesome stimulation.
You could feel his hips grinding against your ass and his cock slides through your tight insides, giving you as much pleasure as you were giving him. The blonde's deep moans were close to your ear, making you bite your lower lip. Your hands were on the blue tiled wall, providing you with some support as he delighted in your body.
━━ I told you... you would be happier- ugh, fuck...
━━ I think you're right, I can't resist that fucking pussy... — he kissed your shoulder. ━━ Goddamn, if these curses keep stressing me out I'm going to need you every week...
━━ I'll always be here for you, darling... — you smiled, biting your bottom lip and brought a hand up to his wet blonde hair, while his lips were on your shoulder, tasting your wet skin. ━━ Every time you need... to give you the sweetest dreams ever.
[...]
⭑ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ⭑
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 can be irritated and stressed, like ordinary people. With Sukuna's return, there were other curses with Kenjaku causing problems, such as a stranger called Jogo. They didn't seem like a big problem, nothing he couldn't handle, but it was certainly something that would irritate him and require more strength and patience.
He had to balance this with his teaching duties and training the host of the king of curses, Yuji Itadori.
Sometimes Satoru fantasizes about what his life would be like without the responsibility of being a special grade sorcerer. Maybe he could be like most who don't have to worry about literally being humanity's last hope if the curses ever want to claim dominance again.
He had lost his best friend a few years ago, and it still hurt him. He had to take care of Yuji, Megumi and Nobara, as well as put up with hearing shit from other elitist sorcerers.
All of this made Satoru frustrated.
This caused erotic dreams to happen with a certain frequency, and the figure that satisfied him was you, a succubus. You're wrong if you think that your relationship with the most powerful sorcerer was just sex, nothing like that, you also talked a few times, flirted and even saw each other in real life.
At that point, you could already consider each other very close.
Now he had arrived home and removed the bandage that covered his vibrant blue eyes.
━━ I know you are here, sweetie.
He hadn't turned on any lights yet, but then you emerged from the shadows when he turned on the yellow lights in the living room. The lights were in a weaker tone, precisely so that he could be more relaxed and rest, providing a cozy atmosphere.
You were wearing a button-down shirt he had. A long-sleeved white shirt that had a few buttons lazily closed. Your thighs were bare, your smooth skin perfectly visible and your seductive scent carried far and wide. Your horns were not visible, nor were your wings or tail.
He went feral just by seeing this.
━━ I can see in those pretty eyes how tired you are... — you walked closer to him, hugging his neck affectionately. ━━ Wanna tell me what happened?
A muffled laugh echoed between you, a laugh coming from him before he slid his tongue across his lower lip gently.
━━ It's amazing how you always come up with the right words, and that lovely voice... — he wrapped his arms around your waist. ━━ It doesn't even feel like you're here with the purpose of sucking me dry.
You laughed at the audacity of the perfect white-haired sorcerer's words.
━━ Do you think I'm a mercenary who only cares about your life energy, Satoru? What we have is special... — you looked at him with your best puppy eyes.
He smiled happily upon hearing this.
━━ Don't you think you're needing some love, handsome?
You looked at him with your pink eyes, like a shining gemstone. Glowing with lust.
Gojo's response was his lips immediately being pressed against yours. His warm tongue slid against yours, allowing you to taste the mint gum he had been chewing all day. His hands held and squeezed your waist, making you moan against his lips, and he bit your lower lip lightly.
When you realized, you were on his bed. Your clothes were making a trail that led from the living room to the bedroom, and your bodies were sweaty on the sheets. You were on your side, with your head on the pillow, feeling one of Satoru's hands squeezing your breasts while the other held your thigh, slightly raised so that he could thrust his hips with precision against you.
The blue-eyed man bit your neck a little between kisses, probably leaving your skin marked, but he liked it. He liked to have the feeling that you were his.
━━ This pussy calms me down in a way... — he moaned, never stopping moving his hips against you, making the sound of your bodies echo throughout the room. ━━ It's like it was made for me...
━━ Take it easy, love... — you gripped the sheets tightly, feeling his body against yours as your vision was clouded with pleasure. ━━ Or you'll get addicted...
━━ Fucking hell, I already am... — hearing him go crazy was priceless. ━━ I need that damn pussy sliding on my cock every night...
[...]
⭑ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 ⭑
𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 that even though it was half a curse, the human feelings of this man who was almost two hundred years old were the strongest. He — who had exhausted eyes — was lost among difficult and confused thoughts.
His current mental state lived up to his appearance. He was as worn out as his eyelids and his dark circles. The physical and mental exhaustion of the blood handler was increasingly evident, he no longer knew what to do. He had constant and massive existential crises, which made his head scream.
Being by Kenjaku's side felt right, but something in him told him that wasn't the only option he had. Halloween was coming, the coup in Shibuya was going to happen and Choso only thought about running out of there and never coming back, evaporating like water in a hot pot of rice. But on the other hand, he must avenge the death of his brothers.
Why did life have to be so difficult?
He entered the room, throwing himself on the bed and burying his face in a pillow as he sighed heavily and tried to clear his thoughts. That was when a shiver ran down his spine and he looked at an armchair next to him.
There you were, with your horns and wings and your tail, slowly swaying back and forth like a cat.
━━ Hi, baby.
You smiled and waved calmly at him.
━━ W-Who are you? What are you doing here?
━━ Oh, don't you know who I am? — You were surprised. ━━ Well, let me put on a friendlier appearance to talk to you then.
In the blink of an eye your mystical features disappeared.
━━ Better, right?
You fixed your hair softly.
━━ I'm a succubus, by the look on your face I can assume you've never met one, right?
He nodded shyly.
━━ Well, Choso... I noticed you're so stressed. So tired, so depressed... — you walked over to the bed, running your hands through his silky hair. ━━ That brought me here.
━━ Can I assume you want to kill me...?
You laughed at the man's naivety.
━━ Kill you? No, no. Why would I kill such an adorable guy like you? — he was so adorable and cute. ━━ All I need is a little bit of your life energy, and don't worry, you'll recover in time.
━━ And how do I give it to you?
━━ You'll have to cum for me.
His pale cheeks turned red like ripe strawberries.
━━ W-What!?
━━ Feeding me during sex is the best option, and the best thing is that it doesn't hurt you either... — your hot pink eyes glowed at him, in a tone of eloquent desire. ━━ Don't you think you need some love, baby?
Yes, Choso had to assume that this was the best option for him at the moment. He might have to give you some of his life energy, but at the same time he would be rewarded for it. He was a bit inexperienced, and he didn't hide it — maybe he couldn't even try to hide it.
While you were kissing, he ended up asking to taste your pussy. That was the most promiscuous and shy request a man had ever made to you, two extremes at once. He accepted, and now he was eating you out with a desire that not even an extremely experienced man had ever eaten. His eyes were closed, his hands were squeezing your thighs and his face was buried between your legs.
The desire left him intoxicated, too focused on making you feel good.
Your legs were draped over his shoulders and you held onto his beautiful dark hair, squeezing it every now and then just out of sheer will, as you let him dictate at his own pace. Kamo's tongue slid inside you and his lips worked together to make you moan more and more.
At that point he couldn't take it anymore. The noticeable erection inside his pants was making that piece of clothing tighter and tighter, and if you kept moaning like that while he tasted you, he would probably end up cumming in his boxers. It had been a long time since he had tasted pussy this sweet, and now he felt like he was being bewitched or something.
━━ Hmm... you're so sweet, hm... — he kept eating.
━━ Such a good boy, you're doing well... — looked down, seeing his lips on your soaked sex. ━━ Don't be shy, rub your face on it...
Without even blinking, he held your thighs tighter and rubbed his face against your pussy, making you moan loudly and grip his hair tighter. That was unexpected, as you didn't expect to be dealing with a man who would obey so much.
Choso Kamo is indeed a good boy.
[...]
⭑ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ⭑
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 was far from being a bed of roses. Unlike what is shown in movies or comics, it is a sad, strange life with a growing sense of death because at any moment there could be a sniper waiting for you. Or another hitman who was hired to kill you as personal revenge for some of your work.
It was no different for Toji, who had to kill people almost every day.
The smell of iron coming from the blood was no longer something he found strange, as it was like smelling the good smell of a disinfectant or a perfume that was pleasant. Most of his clothes were black, just so he wouldn't worry about blood stains, his house didn't have light-colored carpets, precisely so that he wouldn't have to do such intense cleaning if blood leaked through a trash bag.
He lived in an extremely simple apartment, in a suburban neighborhood where the rent was very cheap.
Perhaps if his gambling addiction hadn't consumed him, he might have been in a better situation, as he was paid very well for his services. It was no surprise, after all Toji is a professional at what he does.
Today he was hired to kill an extremely important man, and he was protected by some very experienced and strong sorcerers, that was a lot of work and Toji got hurt a little. Now he had taken a cold shower and put on black sweatpants, lying down on the double bed in that small room, lit by the orange light from the streetlight that invaded through the window.
You teleported to his bed, laying down next to him.
Upon smelling her sweet scent entering his nostrils, Fushiguro wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
━━ I was already thinking about summoning you, my little devil...
His deep voice shook your bones, reverberating on it.
━━ Missing me, my love? — you teased.
━━ Always, honey.
━━ Had a bad day?
━━ Bad as fuck, but now I have you here.
━━ I think you're needing some love, don't you agree? — you turned to him, smiling mischievously and running a hand over the scar he had on his lip.
━━ I need all the love in the world right now.
And so you started kissing. It was an intense kiss, with a lot of desire and lust as your tongues touched and he grunted against your mouth. His kiss always seemed to take the air out of you, leaving you shocked at how good he felt.
Toji Fushiguro is ridiculously good in bed.
Right now, he was reminding you why he's the best you've ever had. This man was fucking you in a deliciously sinful mating press, holding your thighs as his green eyes were locked on yours and he was thrusting his hips against you like there's no tomorrow.
Fucking looking into the eyes was something so intimate and serious that you had never done with anyone; Toji could consider himself a big important milestone in your centuries-old succubus life.
━━ So fuckin' good f'me... — he was going crazy, just like you.
It felt strangely good, feeling him thrusting while you were stuffed. This man had already come and was still hard and needy for more, so much so that some of his hot cum was dripping down your poor little hole.
━━ You're such a whore, aren't you? This pussy is dripping and you still want more...
You smiled mischievously, biting your bottom lip and looking at him.
━━ What can I do? You're irresistible...
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⭑ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ⭑
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 was not satisfied with his concubines.
Yes, you did not read it wrong. No, that wasn't a doubt, it was an affirmation.
You, like a good succubus, had been watching him from the shadows for a while, because after all, his life seemed to be extremely interesting. Realized from the beginning that he had four concubines, all of them beautiful, with the most different bodies, different shapes. Always dressed in flashy lingerie and wearing jewelry.
But somehow, he no longer looked at them with that hunger and desire he had at first. You wonder why?
The truth is that there was no answer to this notorious question. He had probably just lost interest in them or sex in general for a while because of the problems that were plaguing him. After all, he is the king.
With this in mind, you decided to pay a visit to the lonely king.
You entered his throne room, wearing beautiful red lingerie, adorned with some rubies, which framed your curves very well. Your soft skin was completely exposed and you made a point of letting your perfume emanate far away, as well as your pheromones.
━━ Sukuna... long time no see.
You teased him, laughing softly. You never had to bow to him, he "forgave" your audacity.
━━ Little brat... can I know why are you bothering me?
━━ I came to offer you help.
━━ Help?
━━ I noticed you don't care about your concubines anymore... from afar I feel your dissatisfaction.
He laughed mischievously, in his classic way.
━━ And what did you come here for? Apply to replace one of them?
━━ Sukuna, speaking like that, it seems like you don't know me — you made a subtle gesture with your hand. ━━ I just came here to propose a deal.
━━ What type of deal?
━━ You give me some of your vital energy and I give you pleasure...
He would have said "yes" right away the way he was, but playing hard to get was part of his personality.
━━ What makes you think I would accept this deal?
You smiled mischievously and began to crawl towards him, slowly climbing the steps that led to his throne at the top. Like a cat, it crawls slowly until it reaches the ball of yarn.
━━ Oh, my king... — you knew how to play dirty. ━━ I was watching you the whole time, I can see how frustrated you are.
You rested your head on his thigh, covered by the white kimono.
━━ You're needing some love, my dear...
And he agreed to this deal the right way. You knew you would have to put up with all the brutality of the king of curses, and you were willing to do that, especially because he didn't go beyond the limits, but he really was remarkable.
The white kimono he was wearing was already open, exposing his beautiful body with the marks that were his striking feature. You were kneeling right in front of him, while he held your hair and moaned, with his eyes closed and tilting his head back. Your mouth slid over his huge cock, feeling how his precum slid over your tongue every time you played with his sensitive, pink tip.
Sukuna's moans were as profane as his dark, morbid nature.
But they were truly a pleasure to listen to, and they were so good that it was making your thin panties weat with your desire, which ran down your slits as you used your mouth on him.
━━ F-Fuck... what a good fucking slut you are... — he pulled your hair.
You gagged on his cock a few times. Which was completely acceptable since he was indeed huge.
You were still going to have a lot of fun in that room, you couldn't even imagine that you could fuck in as many positions as he was going to fuck you on that throne.
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⭑ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ⭑
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 was on the verge of going crazy.
Summer was a difficult season, as curses were everywhere and spread like plagues. In fact, the heat was so intense that it could kill the curses on its own, but he, as a sorcerer, had the obligation to act against them.
All that stress was already becoming unbearable, Suguru was already one step away from freaking out and killing everything and everyone in sight — whether it was a curse or not. He no longer cared about anything, and only thought about how complicated his life was and that maybe he wished he could have been born without this gift, so that he could do what "normal people" do.
Fortunately, or unfortunately for the man with long dark hair, you already had an eye on everything. I analyzed him from afar at various times, and thought about when would be the right time to approach him. You heard that he had been having these outbursts since Jujutsu High, now he was an adult and was still trying to control himself for not causing a giant disgrace.
Now he was on the balcony of his bedroom, it was a moonlit, starry and hot night.
His hair was tied up at the top and loose at the bottom, so he felt a little fresher. He was only wearing gray boxers and had picked up a cigarette, when he was about to light it, he noticed that he had lost the lighter.
━━ I always leave it here on the balcony table...
He muttered to himself.
━━ Looking for this?
He heard an unfamiliar female voice behind him and immediately looked to see what it was about. It was you, you were there looking at him like a predator looks at its prey, with your hot pink eyes.
━━ Don't get closer, or I-...
━━ What? Are you gonna eat me? — you teased, while holding his lighter. ━━ I mean, depending on how it goes, I accept it...
━━ Who are you?
You took the cigarette from his hand, politely asking "excuse me", and brought it to your lips, lighting it with the lighter and inhaling the smoke before bringing it to his lips. Suguru should assume that was a very sensual thing to watch, more so than he would like to admit.
You introduced yourself, saying your name to him and offering a gentle smile.
━━ Are you a curse? — he was smoking his cigarette calmly. ━━ I can feel your cursed energy.
━━ Succubus and incubus are not curses, but we have cursed energy.
━━ Then why are you here? I don't think I have anything that interests you, except my skills.
━━ I think your skills are formidable, but I don't want them, don't worry — you leaned over the balcony and took the cigarette from his lips, smoking it before giving it back. ━━ I want something else, and it can help you.
━━ I'm listening.
━━ I want to have sex with you.
Suguru almost choked on his own smoke at that moment. A creature appeared on his bedroom balcony in the middle of a summer night and suddenly said it wanted to have sex with him? That's weird.
━━ Sorry, I'm usually pretty straight to the point, haha.
━━ Can you explain? — he was recovering from his surprised cough.
━━ I feed on vital energy, and I need yours. Don't worry, I won't take everything, and you will recover pretty quickly because of your cursed energy level.
━━ What do I get from that?
━━ I have been watching you during this time, I know you are stressed and exhausted from having to deal with curses. So... I can make you feel good, really good, trust me...
━━ I won't sell myself for lust, not even if... holy shit.
While he was talking, you took off the thin t-shirt you were wearing and left your breasts exposed, leaving now only your denim mini skirt.
━━ C'mon, Suguru... don't you think you deserve some love? — you told him, in your seductive way.
The answer after that was clearly yes, and he buried the cigarette in the ashtray before kissing your lips eagerly and holding you in his arms, dragging you to the bed. Even though you had just met, it wasn't difficult for you to find the harmony between your bodies because somehow, you had the perfect fit.
You told the sorcerer that he just needed to let you ride him so he could be calm and sleep happily. He didn't think twice before accepting the proposal, and now you were there, in his lap.
Geto was lying down, with his eyes closed and moaning slyly while keeping his hands on your hips. You kept your weight on your knees, resting on the mattress as you moved your hips up and down, feeling your pussy milking his cock. His fingerprints would stay on your hot skin for a long time, you never wanted to forget this.
He looked beautiful with his hair messy like that, begging for more and being sensitive.
━━ W-What kind of black magic is this? W-What are you doing to me? — he moaned frantically. ━━ Oh my fucking God... that's so perfect...
You giggled mischievously as you continued moaning and said in your most promiscuous tone:
━━ I put a spell on you... — you brought a hand to his face, sliding it across his lower lip. ━━ Because you're mine...
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۰ ࣪📂 ٬٬ 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: maybe it's a random topic but i was fantasizing about it one day and decided to write :) everything was written by me, don't take it as yours or get inspired without giving credit.
anastasia au now has an official fic! first chapter posted today for anyone interested 😁 linking my ao3 account directly because the fic is only available to registered users. thanks!
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Ah Cop Tenzou, a fan favorite from my work. I still get kudos on that fic hehe. But for YOU Jinx, lets do yamagai <3
Thanks for the request!
TW: Semi-NSFW
Enjoy~
Sargent Tenzou seems to get himself in the weirdest situations all the time.
While on a protection detail for the world-renowned billionaire Maito Gai, some hooligans' tried to disturb the important meeting Gai flew in for.
But they couldn't find him.
What they didn't know, is that Gai was currently preoccupied with his detail service.
"Mr. Maito, I-I don't think this is what you flew in for," Tenzou stutters, as the eccentric man pins him against the wall of a janitor closet, nibbling above his uniform collar. Tenzou doesn't know what he flew in for, but this certainly wasn't it.
He hums against the thin skin, goosebumps rising up Tenzou's arms. "No, not initially but when I saw you I just knew I had to," Mr. Maito laps at the thrumming vein in his neck, "Taste you. Your youthful essence was calling to me."
Tenzou didn't know doing his job of following Mr. Maito around to protect him, would lead to this. But as he rubs his cock, which is fast filling up with precious blood from his head, he loses the ability to think that what they're doing is anything, but right.
It's not his fault, that's he's a nice person.
This isn't what he meant when he took the oath during the academy, to serve the public. But as Gai pushes more of that strong body against his, the thin string of will that was holding him back threatens to snap.
But when Gai moves to tear the velcro of his bulletproof vest, Tenzou flips them around, the impulse to keep the vest on more powerful than Mr. Maito's strength.
"Mr. Maito, don't touch the vest or my utility belt, please. It's my only line of defense for both of our lives."
The clean-cut man stares at him like he's never been handled like this before when Tenzou does it on a daily basis when detaining people.
"Call me Gai, Maito was my father's name." With just one hand Gai pushes Tenzous arms away, standing at his full height.
"Your dedication to protect and serve is stronger than the bases of sin and I shall respect that," He straightens his dark green suit, and looks at the orange jeweled watch for the time. Fixing his slicked-back hair, he opens the door but stops to turn back to Tenzou, who is still disheveled, with tiny red marks shining below his shirt collar.
"For now at least. We'll see how strong your will of fire really is during this trip."
He flashes a sharp smile and leaves, the door slamming shut on its own.
Tenzou breathes out a heavy sigh, smoothing down his uniform. This was only the first day with this man. Three more weeks can't possibly be that hard.
ooh ooh!!! if ur still doing the au hcs, can u do childhood friends logince?? - @falsehoodx :)
No clue when this was sent so it’s probably super old @falsehoodx
They basically lived in the same house they went over to each others places so often
The other ones parents would just call to see if Logan/Roman was at the others house.
Logan used to be able to tell Roman anything and Roman would believe it
Even if Roman started questioning it Logan would just say because science and Roman went back to fully believing it
But they were like five and Logan believed what he was saying so it was fine.
Logan learned all of the constalations and you can bet that Roman was forced to learn all of them also.
Roman would ask Logan how a dragon could spit fire from it’s mouth one day
Logan came back the next day and what do you know? There’s like two different ways they could do it and he had notes to explain them to Roman.
Roman would come up with complicated dream worlds and tell every last detail to Logan. Logan would listen completly and ask questions about these worlds while taking notes about them.
They both had an achint Greece phase, at the same time.
It was chaos
Their parents knew everything about everything about Greece and then some.
Logan was more interested in the myths
Roman in all the stuff that was made and the kingdoms that were overthrown
As they got older they were less tied at the hip, even though they still hung out a lot.
Roman was in theater and Logan was in debate
They did speech together as a way to spend more time and preform together.
They both dont study
It’s a problem
Logan does not practice what he preaches at all
Roman does though
Who has a sleep schedual?
Who drinks a lot of water?
Who does anything health related?
Roman
Logan is busy drinking his fifth cup of coffee and learning everything about the history of Sony because of some long wikipedea trip that somehow left wikipedea
“Truth or dare Logan”
“Truth”
“When was the last time you slept?”
““
“Dare”
“I dare you to go to sleep”
“...fine”
At some point they made up a language
Neither knows how it happened
It just sort of did
They are always in group projects together
Even if the teachers assaign it
They saw what happened if they didn’t go together
They always make either the best thing in class or the worst thing in class but it technically meets all the criteria
“Fuck school”
“Ok same but if either of us got a B we would cry”
“I know”
“But still fuck school”
Either of them could say any part of this, it would still be correct
Logan understands art he just can’t do it right
Roman doesn’t understand art, he just does it
They got split up for a group project once and that is when they met the others
Logan met Jamus and Remus
Roman met Patton and Virgil
All of them thought Logan and Roman were dating
Logan and Roman did not know what to think of that when they found out
They just looked at eachother and said something along the lines of..
“Are we dating?”
“I have no clue”
“Well...”
“I guess we are?”
“Kinda?”
“Does that answer your question of weather we are dating Patton”
Meanwhile everyone else is just laughing
When they were like Sophtmores they found a stack of Logan’s old notecards from when he was five
They counted them
They stopped once they got to a thousand
There’s still more that they’re going through
They also found some of Romans old drawings
There was also a lot of those
But it was nothing compared to the note cards
(Until Logan’s parents showed that they had more of Roman’s drawings)
They started up the fantacy world again with a nickname the imagination
Logan also started learning how to code at this point
They tried to make some of the fantasy world stuff into a game
Logan forced Roman to try to code as well
“Please stop complaining about me making the game slowly unless you do more then throw ideas at me and don’t help code it”
Roman is not good at coding but starts making the sprites and backrounds
And also stops complaining about Logan doing it slowly
The test runs are hilarious
“Ok talking to the person should work now”
*Roman tries talking to the person*
*The game goes to night mode, enemy music starts playing and Roman falls through the world*
“No.. it doesn’t”
“Well it didn’t crash this time”
They drag in their other friends to bug test it once it starts working well enough to play
Remus does everything to try to break it as Roman screams in the backround about him doing it wrong
Logan just laughs as he reliases how much he’ll have to go back and fix
Patton somehow just becomes a farmer in the game
“That wasn’t even an option but good job Patton”
Virgil plays it correctly
Janus murders the king and overthroughs sociity
Virgil somehow found the most glitches and bugs in the darn game
At some point Logan takes a programing class with Roman
“I think the imagination fits all the criteria”
“We are turning that in for the final project, nothing else”
They got an A
Somehow
Neither knows how they survived school this long
“Logan what’s studying?”
“I was about to ask you that”
They both are always a moment away from becoming really dramatic
Logan somehow got the image of being sirious at some point
Probably because he brought the notecards back
“If I’m going to forget everything anyway at least I have no excuse now”
Roman steals his notecards to prove his points at times
Logan has many notecards that explain long words in case someone asks
Roman caused the infinisesimal thing by changing out one of Logan’s notecards for a different, wrong one
Roman dared Logan to wear a tie to school for a month
Logan dared Roman to sing at every opportunity he had
That was a very fun month
They both developed a liking of poetry seperatly
They had a rap battle
Logan won
Remus caught it on camera
They ended up making part of the imagination a game that somehow got on steam
Suggestive Content Under The Cut, Bottom Male Reader!!
The first time Dr. Abbot calls you a good boy, he's saying it jokingly.
You followed his instructions for a new method you hadn't done before and you had done it perfectly on your first try. The patient lived and you had not-so subtly looked at him for validation, so the praise slipped from his lips.
He sees the way you perked up at it.
The second time Dr. Abbot calls you a good boy is when you two are alone and drunk at a dive bar.
He was leaning in close to you, his arm brushing against yours as he leaned in and listened to whatever you were talking about. He heard you call him formally and he told you to use his first name, since you two have made it a habit to get drinks after a shift together. You do as you were told and he rewards you with those three words.
He means it that time.
The third time Jack calls you a good boy, you two are tangled in bed together.
A long shift after work led to stresses you two needed to get rid of, so you ended up beneath Jack. There was a haze of pleasure surrounding you two as he placed your legs on his shoulders and pushed into you. The praise fell from his lips as you let him in, the two of you intertwined in such intimate ways, you'll never be able to go back to what you used to be.
Hello again! Can I request something for Dr Abbot and male nurse!reader? Just something about Dr Abbot finding someone who is comfortable in his darkness (maybe they work the night shift together)?
Anyways have a nice day
Thank you for requesting! I hope this is up to your standards.
Shrouded in Darkness
As a nurse, you were surrounded by dark, gritty stuff. You had more blood stained on your hands than most people ever would in their lifetimes. You journeyed to hell and back every time you went for your shift in the evening.
And yet, you wouldn't change a thing.
You were comfortable in the darkness, comfortable with seeing the gory things and working long shifts in the dark of the night. You were there when people were panicking, desperate for medical attention in the middle of the night.
Sure, it could get overwhelming at times but you loved what you did.
You just didn't have a partner who understood that. Not until you met Jack.
Jack understood the relief and safety you could find in the darkness. He understood the way you didn't complain about not being able to sleep, the way you smiled every time you saw the sun rising in the morning despite the long shift you just got done with. He understood the need to hide away from the light, to not be seen clearly.
He understood you.
Perhaps that's why you two were perfect together.
You understood each other. You didn't need more than a single glimpse in each other's direction to know what the other wanted and how they wanted it. You two were in sync, bonding over your love of the darkness to build a relationship that was strong.
Jack could be bright and gentle when the time came, and so could you, but you two preferred the not-so quiet nights together. You two preferred to be in the heat of it, to be thrown into the deep end with only your wits to save you.
You were shrouded in darkness but so was your boyfriend.
Thinking about Jack Abbot and how he reacts to you being a veteran too.
Imagine it's your first day and you casually talk about your time in the military, making Jack's ears perk up. Maybe you have a leg prosthetic like he does or maybe you just came out of the military with only scars.
Either way, you two can bond over the fact that you two are veterans. That you two have seen shit most people will never see in their lifetimes.
Imagine that during your shift, you and Jack are working on saving a fellow veteran and it's a case that hits close to home. You two are using every method you know, whether it's protocol or not, just trying to save them. But you two ultimately fail because sometimes, soldiers come home and die despite having survived through war.
Imagine you two ending the shift and going to the same bar, just two ex-soldiers trying to comprehend the loss they faced during their shift. After all, you two are the best at understanding what the other is going through.
Imagine you two swap war stories together and spend the rest of the night together. Imagine you make this a thing that happens after each and every shift.
