#author's note

Giyuu Tomioka x Male! Reader

Overstimulation, established relationship, long authors note, m! Reader, he has a thing for your eyes, AMAB, fdni

Overstimulated desire

(because I do)

9. Honouring Naomi Schwartz (2002)

1. Yoshi's Bar Mitzvah (2004)

7. Kendra's Job (2007)

3. There's a Mattress In There (2013)

2. Hannah's Dance Recital (2014)

5. Yoshi and Baby (2015)

8. The Intervention (2019)

4. Shira Can't Cook (2021)

6. Wolves (2021)

A/N: I talk about the corner of Chishiya's mouth curling upwards slightly and his eyes softening in so many of my stories

This gif right here is exactly what I'm talking about. Like it's barely there but you can see it

gif credits

I felt like I had to share this with you guys :')

Also a huge thanks to everyone who actually reads my sh*t and I'm sorry that my fics are a bit messy from time to time. Sometimes I get carried away and lose track of the actual plot line😭 And know that I'm really sorry if I haven't written your request yet, I have way too many WIPs but I promise you I'm working on most of them! Thank you to everyone who sends me requests and feeds me ideas. And I appreciate all the (anonymous) asks that I've been getting lately that included kind and encouraging words. It really means a lot to me!

Also I really hope this fandom will come back to life once the new season drops and people might rewatch the series. Chishiya deserves so much more appreciation

All right, that's enough of my rambling. Have a wonderful evening. ♡

Love, Elowen

just the idea of a younger resident reader realizing that jack hyperfocuses on their mouth, and they begin to tease him.

it started with pens, straws from coffees shen brought you--anything that could find a place between your parted lips, teeth leaving soft indents on the plastic. it's not like you were doing it on purpose. it was mindless, a reflex, something you've always done--an oral fixation--that formed early on, that lasted far into adulthood. it never seemed to bother anyone, except for dana who was sick of finding small bite marks on the pens at the nurse's station. but no one else really ever took notice of it, that is, until it was all your attending could focus on.

your hot older attending, who hadn't been with a woman in years, not since the last time he tried after his wife passed, a year or so ago and he found he couldn't even get hard---the girl was young, younger than him, pretty and worked in the coffee shop in the hospital---but the night ended in her grabbing her heels and purse and leaving with an awkward smile.

it seemed getting hard was all he knew what to do around you---one sight of you with something pressed into the warm heat of your mouth---and he'd be straining against his scrub pants, palming himself each moment alone he got, trying to rid his mind of your wet mouth.

one day he made the mistake of agreeing to a cookout at dana's house---most of day shift was accounted for, half of night, including you. kids were running around, cold beers being passed around as pool water splashed up onto hot concrete. he manned the grill with robby and dana's husband, but that only lasted until he almost burned a batch of burgers. all because you were sat near the pool, a popsicle slipping in and out of your lips, red food dye staining your tongue, your spit, it even slipping down your chin. he had to excuse himself when your tongue darted out, swirling around the tip of the frozen treat.

he was in the bathroom for over ten minutes, trying to ease the tent in his jeans, trying to keep himself from pushing them down and circling his hand around his cock. it took over ten minutes for it to ease enough that it wasn't noticeable, only for it to shoot back up as he opened the door to find you making your way towards him---popsicle stick discarded but red cherry flavoring sliding and beading along your skin, moving towards your cleavage. you were so innocent then, staring up at him, asking him if he was done with the bathroom.

jack abbot left the cookout after that, going straight home to fist his cock, to try and get it out of his system, you out of his system until your next shift together.

what jack failed to notice, though, is how aware you are of his eyes on you and your little fixation.

it then becomes a game on how far you're able to push jack until he finally snaps and gives in...

with love, your author,

“Well… there you are, Mikan. I’m looking right at you,” she said, softly stroking her cheek and then running a hand through her hair. When she looked at Mikan, she saw a few things. She saw Mikan Tsumiki herself, a beautiful woman like something right out of an old painting. But there was still so much more to her. She softly parted her hair and watched her sleeping face. She saw the sun, the moon, and all the other planets that made up the cosmos. She could see shooting stars and comets passing by. She saw a meadow on a sunny spring day, a feint breeze running through it and causing the grass to sway with it. She saw waves on the beach, crashing onto the shores and the rocks. She saw a whole other galaxy with its own solar system, where all the stars and planets aligned so that every thing that ever happened in it would make perfect sense. She saw an orchestra in the warm glow of the concert hall on a cold winter’s night, playing Der Rosenkavalier waltz. “Do you get it yet?” she softly asked Mikan, stroking her cheek again. “Maybe you do. Maybe you don't. I don't think I fully do. It contradicts me, and who I am in ways that everyone else I've met hasn't. It’s separate from the feelings I got from my classmates, from what I felt for my sister, what I felt for Matsuda. It is feelings that I should not have, and yet I do." She leaned in closer to Mikan, kissing her on the cheek and nuzzling her. “Do you get it yet?” She finally laid back again and closed her eyes, feeling sleep over take her. She dreamed of her, Mikan, and Akane going on a nice picnic together. The weather was nice, with the sky free of clouds and the breeze cool. There wasn’t a single trace of despair in the area, and yet Junko didn’t mind it one bit. Mikan Tsumiki loved Junko Enoshima, and Junko Enoshima loved Mikan Tsumiki right back. Even if Junko didn’t fully understand it herself, and even if Mikan herself didn't fully believe that latter part.

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