#Best bra consultant

[marvelfilth]

🎥girl 2 (18+)

Part 1

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: camgirl!Tara, bottom!Tara, smut, semi-public sex, oral, fingering, jealousy, pet names

Summary: "Was this your plan all along? Taking me here so I could fuck you in a dressing room?"

Masterlist

You have a simple unspoken agreement with your roommate - you never mention the night you've spent together, and in return she never mentions it either.

The agreement is not the best and neither of you are at advantage, but, considering the implications and possible complications that will undoubtedly follow a conversation about the night, you think you've fared well enough.

Really, it's almost like nothing changed at all, if it wasn't for one tiny little thing.

You caught feelings faster than her bra hit the floor the night you had sex.

See, when you existed in a limbo of accidental touches, lingering gazes and what ifs, you were safe. It was just a crush, an annoying infatuation easily explained by your roommates breathtaking beauty and her utterly adorable quirks.

But now that you've had a taste of her you're gone.

She looks up from her book, hair disheveled and her smile crooked? You're already by her side with a tray of tea and cookies.

She ends a call with her mom, a pout in place and her eyes watering? You urge her to get dressed and take her out to see the newest cheesy rom com.

She gets out of her room after filming for hours? You have a bath prepared, with bubbles and oils and fucking rose petals.

One could say she has you wrapped around her pretty finger.

You sigh for an umpteenth time, shifting from foot to foot.

In all fairness, it's almost perfect. She spends almost all of her time by your side, now barging into your room at the crack of dawn to get fresh buns from the bakery across the road - which you recently found out is owned by her sister - and enjoy a cup of tea at the table nestled in the back.

When she's not busy, she drags you to see the latest horror movie, and when she is busy you run back to your room and plug your ears just in time to miss her breathy moans and quiet whimpers.

"What about this one?" Tara holds up another dress, looking at you expectantly. This time it's maroon, with a lot of strings and loops. You shake your head, wrinkling your nose. She sighs, and goes back to choosing the perfect one out of hundreds of dresses.

You don't even know why she dragged you here with her. She's been grumpy all week, which is weird, considering the fact she's about to see her best friend after months of separation. Tara's been pretty pumped to introduce you, so you have no idea why she's being so sullen.

"Would you like a refreshment?" A consultant appears by your side with a wide smile and a squeeze to your shoulder.

You cringe internally. You've noticed her lingering gazes and suggestive words, and you're sure Tara did too, with the way she's been glaring at the poor girl.

Tara turns sharply. "You don't even offer refreshments."

You smile sheepishly and send the girl away, following behind Tara as she angrily searches through the racks.

"What about that one?" You hesitantly speak up, pointing at a black dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline.

She pulls it out after a moment of consideration, and that's when you notice the length or, rather, the lack of it. You're not even sure if it'll reach her thighs.

"Perfect." She smiles, triumphant. "Come with me."

She pulls you along to the dressing room, closing the door behind her and pushing you down on the small ottoman chair in the corner. You blush heavily, eyes pinned to the wall in front of you.

She doesn't waste another second and starts shimmying out of her clothes. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you're almost successful at keeping your eyes away.

Almost.

Your eyes snap away from the wall, trailing down her revealed body, getting drunk on the sight of her flushed skin after weeks of starvation. Your eyes catch on the freckles littered across her chest and collarbones. You note with a pang of sadness that the bruises you've left faded, leaving you itching to claim her again, to remind her how good it felt to be under you. You swallow, flexing your fingers.

You want her so much.

The corner of her mouth quirks up when you finally meet her eyes in the mirror, a devilish smirk taking over her features. She saunters over to you, throwing the last bit of her clothing away before planting herself firmly over your lap, her arms falling behind your neck.

"Enjoying the view?" She whispers, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

You nod tersely, not trusting your voice.

She leans close, so close, her breath burning your cheeks. "Good. It's yours to enjoy." With that she gets up, and takes a few steps away.

Your throat feels dry all of the sudden.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

She scoffs and bends down to pick up the discarded dress, allowing you a perfect view of her ass for a fleeting moment, and smoothes it over before hanging it up on one of the hooks. "Just because you decided to ignore what happened doesn't mean it didn't happen."

You blink owlishly, your mouth opens, then closes. "I thought you didn't want to talk about it. I mean, you left at the crack of dawn just so we wouldn't have to talk about it. So I assumed-"

"You assumed wrong," she gritts, almost tearing away her bra and pulling the dress over her head. It rolls down her body and gets stuck just under her shoulder blades, making her huff angrily and pull at the offending fabric. You get up before she can tear it apart, untangling the mess and sliding the dress down to her thighs, admiring the way it hugs her ass.

"You look beautiful," you whisper, before resting your chin on her shoulder, your hands landing on her hips.

She closes her eyes and sags against you, placing her hands on top of yours. "You're a dick."

You smile, reveling in the sensations caused by her proximity, eyes pinned to her face. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, her cheeks flushed as she basks in the warmth of your arms.

"You never posted the video," you blurt, redness overtaking your cheeks, and hide your face in the crook of her neck.

She turns in your arms and cups your jaw, squinting. "You have a subscription?"

You groan, prying away. "I just wanted to see the video."

Her brow quirks up, but she doesn't say anything else, turning to check herself in the mirror, hands sliding down her sides. "I'm- I'm not being me in my videos, you know? Not actually. I put on a face and act. But with you… It's too personal. I don't think I've ever been more true to myself than I was that night with you. I don't like the thought of anyone seeing that. And I hate the thought of anyone seeing you the way I saw you." She turns sharply to look at you, eyes full of hunger. "It was only for me, wasn't it? Your words, the way you looked at me. The way you're looking at me now. The way you make me feel." She's impossibly close, husking into your ear. "The way you moved inside me, so possessively, like I belong to you. I do, you know? I wish I woke you up with my tongue between your thighs. I dream of tasting you every night."

Your hands tremble with barely contained urge to press her against the mirror and fuck her raw right here, where anyone can walk in, where everyone will hear.

She bends, sliding her thong down her legs, and takes your hand, shoving the undergarment into your fist. "I think they ruin the view, don't you?"

She smirks, sauntering back to the mirror, and bends down to fasten a pair of heels she picked out, slick black, with red bottoms.

The dress didn't offer much cover before, but now it uselessly rides up to her waist, leaving her folds open to your eyes.

You push her panties into your back pocket and walk up to her slowly, eyes pinned to her pretty pink pussy, all wet and glistening in the harsh lighting of the dressing room, unaware of the dark eyes watching your expression in the mirror with unconcealed want.

You kneel behind her, inhaling her tantalizing scent, and fasten the other shoe, pressing a kiss behind her knee when you're done. She whimpers quietly, almost unnoticeably so, but you catch it anyway, nuzzling your nose against the back of her thigh as you make your way up. Her palms press against the mirror in search of support as she arches her back and pushes against you, wiggling her ass. You chuckle at her eagerness and grant her a kiss to the crease between her thigh and the tender skin of her ass.

"Was this your plan all along? Taking me here so I could fuck you in a dressing room?" You ask, gripping the flesh of her other thigh, nudging them further apart.

"No," she replies, "I got the idea when that bitch kept flirting with you," she hisses, trying to find friction.

You smile, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, close to her heat, but not close enough.

"Just do it already, please."

You hum and spread her ass cheeks, earning a whimper from the smaller girl.

She looks breathtaking.

Her swollen pussy is gushing with wetness, begging for your touch. You spread her lower lips, a perfect view of her entrance right in front of you, and you can't contain yourself anymore.

You suck on her hooded clit, making the girl jerk and cry out loudly, clawing at the mirror. "Yes- mhm. Just like that," she moans as you continue playing with her clit, sucking and nibbling gently.

You switch your tongue with the tip of your thumb, drawing tight circles on the nub of nerves as you lick a long stripe up her folds, moaning at the taste. She pants, her thighs tremble, but she manages to hump on your face, smearing her wetness all over your chin and nose. You increase the speed on her clit right when you force your tongue as deep as it can go inside her cunt, humming when you feel her clench around you.

"You feel so good, so so good, baby," she cries out, fogging the mirror.

With one last lick you pull away and rise to your feet, ignoring her loud whine.

She doesn't have time to even open her mouth before you tug her against your front, one hand on top of her breast and the other in between her thighs, two fingers plunging deep.

All protest dies out on her tongue as she clutches her legs around your arm, trapping you in her heat.

"I can't move like that, honey, you have to spread your legs," you coax her gently, playing with a perky nipple.

She nods dazedly, meeting your eyes in the mirror. She looks so good like this. Eyes rimmed with red, brimming with tears, her hair a disheveled mess and her lips dark red and swollen.

Her thighs relax and you smile, pressing a kiss to her neck. "Good girl. Now be quiet." You start pumping into her slowly, teasingly, curling your fingers and hitting her sweet spot in gentle thrusts.

Tara melts, mewling into your neck, her walls clenching around your digits. You tug on the straps of her dress until they fall over her shoulders, opening the view of her small breasts. She meets your thrusts with jerky movements of her hips, struggling to stay upright as you twist a nipple, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger.

"Open your eyes, babygirl, look how good you're taking me," you murmur, drunk on the smaller girl. She whines, but meets your eyes in the mirror, mouth falling open as she takes in the sight. You start pumping faster, adding a third finger, thumb returning to her clit, circling fast.

"You have to promise me you'll be quiet, or I won't let you cum." You smirk, spreading your fingers inside her tight hole. She jerks, a moan spilling from her lips. "You'll have to do better than that, pretty girl."

She nods, and tugs your hand away from her breasts and up to her face. Your shaky exhale hits the back of her neck as she opens her mouth and eagerly sucks on your fingers, circling them with her tongue. You close your eyes for a moment, burrowing your face in her hair as you enjoy the sensation of her warmth on both of your hands, clenching, sucking.

She moans around your digits when you force them further, tears streaming down her face. The sight reminds you of one you were presented with not long ago, when she was kneeled before you, your strap buried deep inside her throat.

Your teeth leave faint bruises on her shoulders, tongue lapping to sooze the sting. She gasps, her legs clamp around your wrist again, but you manage to move, hitting the spongy spot inside her with each thrust, making her lose balance. You have no choice, but to press her against the mirror.

"Greedy little thing," you coo, "one hole wasn't enough for you, huh? You need me everywhere."

She manages the slightest nod, the side of her face pressed against the cold mirror, your fingers still in her mouth, knuckle deep.

She closes her eyes tightly when you hit her particularly deep, accidentally biting down on your fingers, and you have a startling realization.

She's holding back.

Fuck.

You think back to that night, when you made her cum so many times you lost count, her body covered in sweat and a mix of your arousals. But you had one rule - no cumming without permission.

Your fingers curl and a quiet sob escapes her lips, her clit pulsing against the pad of your thumb.

"Don't hold it, baby, cum for me," you whisper, hitting her sweet spot one last time, thumb circling her clit faster and harder, before her body surges towards release.

You feel her muscles cramp around your fingers as she cums with a strangled cry, looking completely, deliciously wrecked, mouth wide open as she struggles to breathe.

You pick her up, one hand on her back and the other under her knees, and walk back to the small chair in the corner, sitting down and cradling the spent girl. She stays silent for a long time, face burrowed in the collar of your shirt, breathing deep.

"I missed you," you breathe out, gently untangling her curls.

She slowly looks up and cups your face. "Really?" She looks so vulnerable, so unsure, that you want to run into a wall and smack your head against it.

"Really. I'm sorry for being a dick, I- well, I just thought you didn't want to have an awkward morning after conversation, so I just…" you trail off, the memory of waking up to an empty bed, to an empty apartment still too fresh in your mind.

"Sam had an emergency, you know she still has panic attacks sometimes," she mumbles, looking down.

You wince. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Tara, I'm so sorry."

She looks up, worrying her lip. "I'm sorry too. I should've left you a note or something." The look in her changes and this time there's a smile pulling at her lips, making her features light up. "But, if I'm being honest, I kinda like how things turned out." She whispers mischievously and you chuckle into her lips, pulling her into a soft kiss.

"Let me take you out on a date," you whisper, reveling on the way she snuggles even closer, pressing her face into the crook of your neck.

"I thought you'd never ask," she giggles, pressing a path of fleeting kisses from your neck to your jaw and then to the corner of your mouth.

There's a pointed knock on the door and both of you jump up, looking at each other with wide eyes, before Tara smirks, reaches for her purse and walks back to the mirror, quickly fixing her makeup and hair. She changes back into her clothes and hangs the dress back on the hanger, before gently wiping your face clean and tucking her hand inside your elbow, confidently striding out of the changing room.

"We'll take this one," she smiles at the girl at the counter, the same girl that flirted with you, and hands her the dress before reaching into her purse for her wallet.

The girl is so red in the face you're worried she might pass out. It makes you shift on your feet uncomfortably, but Tara shoots you a look before looking back at the girl with a wide smile. "I'm sorry if we were too loud."

The girl chokes and starts coughing violently. "It's- it's fine, I didn't hear anything." She doesn't look either of you in the eye, preferring to stare at the counter.

Tara hums, takes the dress and saunters away with you in tow, a satisfied smile on her lips.

[chosopie]

SHE’S EVIL - CHOSO KAMO

cw: mentions of gore, smut, bdsm, sub choso

Choso was absolutely obsessed with you. Every single night, he would watch true crime to stay updated with your latest murders. No one knows what you looked like, but the thought and idea of you turned him so much. A dangerous woman with enough power and skill to shake the whole country and bring it to shambles—all that got his dick leaking.

One night, as he watched the latest news about you, his eyes widened in shock and excitement after reading the headline. You had skinned someone alive, ripping their back and ribs off to make wings out of them, turning them into a fucked-up angel, then you hung them on the brick walls of an alley that was just down the corner of the street. You were so close to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

He admired you a lot, not because you were just some cold-hearted killer, but because you had motive. In a cruel world full of injustices and corruption, a lot of bad men get to walk away free from their crimes while their victims had to live the rest of their lives carrying the burdens and trauma of their past. In some way, you were a vigilante, not like Batman. You were more gruesome and violent, leaving your victims in a state that no one skilled enough could replicate. You were an artist in some wag. There was this one instance where you decapitated a man, and gutted him from the inside out, tying his organs around his body like necklaces and bracelets. You made murder look so beautiful.

Choso found it so hot.

That gave him a clue. He decided to venture to the nearby local hospital. He asked around for their most prestigious surgeon. “I need to meet the best,” he demanded. The lady by the desk called you—a classy woman who was finely dressed in a perfectly tailored blazer with a white dress shirt peeking underneath. The tight pencil skirt you wore showed off your curves. Your shoes were from a famous Parisian brand that was surely expensive and chic. You were the epitome of class and elegance.

“You can meet me by my office if you have any concerns. I’d be more than happy to help,” you flashed a smile at him, your teeth were perfect and well-kept. There was something eerie about your smile. It was too perfect that it didn’t seem genuine at all.

Choso wasted no time and dragged himself to your office. After a few minutes of waiting, it was finally his turn to “consult” you. Something in his gut made him so sure that you were the notorious killer.

“Good afternoon, mister…?” You quickly stole a glance at him, then looked back down on your notebook, your hand quickly writing notes about the previous patient.

“Choso,” he replied.

“What seems to be the problem, Choso?”

“Are you the one responsible for all those… art pieces?” Choso gulped, his face turning pale from the anxiousness the crept within his chest.

“Art pieces? I’m a surgeon, dear,” you responded without taking your eyes off your notebook, busily jotting down additional information about your patient who suffered from a severe form of hernia. You remained calm despite knowing exactly what he was referring to. The man seemed to have no ill intention towards you. Perhaps you’ve gained quite an audience and some fans.

“The angel,” Choso spoke again, hoping it would clarify things. It felt like a futile attempt. Of course, if you truly were the killer, then you wouldn’t just reveal yourself to someone like him.

“What about it? Did you like what you saw?” You finally stopped writing and stood up. Choso couldn’t help but look at your dress shirt which was unbuttoned on the top, giving him a glimpse of your push-up bra.

Choso instantly turned red, sweat forming on his temples. “Yes. Well, I think you’re very skilled. You’re the best out there,” he stuttered.

“Of course I am,” you grinned.

Now that you’ve revealed his identity to him, Choso found himself in the best possible situation he could have gotten into, right between your big thighs, his tongue swiping and sucking on your clit until you cum and squirt on his pretty face.

Choso begged you to let him fuck you, but you told him to be patient. He was on his knees, arms tightly wrapped around your leg while he desperately humps you, smearing his pre-cum all over your leg.

He amused you, and because of this, you decided to keep him around as your little toy. You can't keep relying on killing assholes to keep you excited. You needed a little fun when it comes to sex and bitches too.

Choso would frequent your office or you'd bring him to your car so he could relieve you. If he was good enough, you'd return the pleasure by riding his dick until his eyes are rolled back and his tongue was sticking out. Sometimes, he'd even ask you to hold him at gunpoint or to press a knife against him. He was your cute and freaky sex doll. Your pride and ego forbid you from admitting this, but you’ve grown a soft spot for him.

[specshroom]

★- Working out with Yuuji!

(NSFW, MDNI, AGED UP YUUJI! FEM READER, No use of Y/N)

You complained to yuuji about wanting to work out but not wanting to get a stupid gym membership. So your best friend comes up with the idea to just work out at his place. He gets really into the idea too. He buys gym mats, different weights and he consults YouTube for different exercises to try. He's really excited 🥺

So excited that he doesn't even realise how fucked he is until you walk into his apartment with your gym outfit on.

"You ready to sweat?"

You're so pumped that you don't see how he's looking at you with a nervous grin or how he slightly adjusts his dick in his pants.

It gets even worse when you actually start exercising and Yuuji has to try keep himself together and not combust while you both do squats in his living room. He can't stop his dumb guy brain from going to those stupid cringy pornos where the big buff guy helps the hot dumb girl work out and they obviously end up fucking. What if you two could-

"Yuuujiiii!“ He finally notices you waving your hand in front of his face.

"......yeah?“

"Where the hell's your head at?"

"uuuuh... sorry." He looks so bashful. He's so lost in it he couldn't even come up with a lie.

So it goes like that for a couple of weeks. You two meet up a few times a week at his place to sweat it out and Yuuji has to jerk off in his room when you leave.

The funniest part is that he thinks you don't know. He thinks you don't notice the tent in his pants during every session. He doesn't even suspect that you might be wearing tighter, more revealing gym clothes on purpose. He's not even a little suspicious of the way you push your tits and ass out when you stretch or the noises you make being a little too erotic.

Yuuji isn't slick. He thinks he can play off the redness in his face and the harshness of his breath. Truly it's starting to rile you up too. It's been fun teasing him but you're getting worked up yourself at this point. Yuuji respects you too much to just come out and say that he thinks you're so hot and he jerks off to the idea of fucking you in your tight gym clothes. You know you're the one who has to make the first move.

So you rock up to Yuuji's place in tights and a sports bra with a different kind of determination in your eyes. While Yuuji's stretching, unknowingly showing off his well built shoulders and forearms you sneak up behind him.

"I saw this stretch that looked really good, do you want to try it?"

Yuuji looks back at you and mumbles "Sure."

You motion for him to sit. "Okay, so spread your legs and put your hands on the floor between them, yeah like that." While explaining you kneel behind him, knees on either side of his waist. "Now I'll just push your back forward and you try and reach your toes" you say softly, close to his ear. You lean forward so that your tits are pressed up against his back. You can tell he's having a hard time breathing and you know it isn't due to the stretch.

"Doesn't that feel good?" You hum, breath fanning his ear.

Yuuji replies with a weak "mhm"

This is your chance. You lightly run your hands down his broad arms, keeping your chest squished against his back. "You alright Yuuji? You sound like you're in pain." You fain concern. You know exactly what hurts.

"Nah, 's alright. Nothing hurts." He breathes, genuinely trying to reassure you even though he feels he could die from blue balls at any moment.

"hmm, you sure?" Your hands slide from his arms to his thick thighs before one hand slowly makes its way towards the growing member in his loose gym pants. "Not even here?“

Yuuji just stops breathing for a second. His brain needs a few more seconds to fully comprehend what's happening. Your tits are pressing up against him and you've got your hand placed right on his dick.

"Yuuji? Do you want me to make you feel better or not?" Your voice jolts him out of his own mind.

"uuuh, y-yeah, yes....please." Yuuji stumbles out, back still slouched over, thighs spread out on the floor giving you perfect access.

"kiss me first then." You say suddenly, lifting your hand from his crotch.

Yuuji tries not to whine, looking back at you shocked once more. "What?"

"Well if I'm going to give you a reach around it's just polite to kiss me first" You say, oh so casually.

Yuuji lightly laughs at the ridiculousness of the situation and after staring at your lips for a second he leans in and you meet him half way in a deep kiss. It's clear that you both have been waiting awhile for this kiss with how passionate and deep it is.

Your hand cards through his hair and lightly pulls on it so that he leans back, resting his head on your shoulder, giving you better access to his mouth. Your tongue licks gently at his lower lip asking for entrance which he grants quickly and you explore each other's mouths. All while your other hand moves back to slowly palm him through his pants.

Yuuji lightly moans into the kiss and his big hand covers yours to gently guide you as he lightly grinds up into your palm. God he's so hot. You can't wait any longer and you push past the waist band of his shorts and underwear to wrap your hand around his shaft.

"fuck" Yuuji breaths into your mouth. He rests his head on your shoulder looking up at you with such adoring eyes.

"How much have you thought about this huh? A lot, considering how you stare at me in these gym clothes, you pervert."

His eyes go wide and he flinches "You knew? You were doing it on purpose?!"

You laugh at his sudden realisation. While your temporarily distracted Yuuji begrudgingly takes your hand off him and turns around so he's facing you now.

"You wanted me to have these thoughts about you." He says leaning closer so you're pressed against the couch behind you. His eyes travel down to your tits and then lower. "So you wore this for me?“

When you nod, Yuuji sighs and places his hands on the underside of the bra. "Can I?"

You nod again and he wastes no time slipping the piece of fabric off of you. You sit there feeling pretty exposed but confident as Yuuji stares at your free tits like he's never seen a pair before.

You laugh at his reaction and slowly take one of his hands to cup one breast. He plays with the weight of it in his warm hand, utterly fascinated. You encourage his other hand to slowly start moving towards where you need him the most.

Yuuji gathers up the nerve and cups your mound in his hand. His eyes shut and he curses at how warm and wet it is even through the fabric. He steels himself and with a determined look he starts palming your clit. In those shitty pornos he watches he always found it so hot when the guy would finger the girl while she's still wearing tights. So that's what he intends to do as he shuffles his hand past the hem of your pants and underwear. Finally, when he gets to rub his thick fingers against your bare cunt, you both audibly groan. He can't help but kiss you again this time it's much more feverish.

He takes his time rubbing up on your entrance getting his fingers all wet with your slick before he slides one in to open you up. You're moaning into his mouth and you think this truly is like your wet dreams as he slips his middle and ring fingers inside your needy pussy.

He takes his time finding the perfect spot that makes your eyes flutter and pussy clench harder and when he finds it he goes to fucking town.

He's pumping his fingers in and out rubbing up against your sweet spot and he brings the thumb of his other hand to rub against your clit bringing you closer to the brink.

A few more harsh pumps of his strong hand has you reaching your peak with a loud groan, mouth agape and tight clad legs shaking as he slows down allowing you to ride it out.

"That was so hot, you're so hot." Yuuji praises, dazed eyes never leaving you, sounding stunned like he can't believe he just made you cum so hard it messed the front of your tights.

You laugh breathlessly still trying to regain yourself. "Do you want to see me do it again?" You lazily look up at him, legs still spread out just for him.

Yuuji's amazed he hasn't cum untouched at this point. He nods enthusiastically while shoving his pants and underwear down then making quick work of yours. Yuuji stops for a moment to admire your completely naked form infront of him and you do the same to him before you two can't resist each other any longer and you both latch onto the other. Chest to chest now, so close you can feel each other's heart beats. You both grind against each other and when you grab Yuuji's cheeks and pull him into a passionate kiss he chooses that moment to start pushing his hard dick into your pussy. The stretch feels divine and thanks to the thorough prep he bottoms out in no time.

You both groan into each other's mouths, connected in such intimate ways. As your tongues explore one another Yuuji starts thrusting and you grind back in time. You both move together so in sync like you've done this a million times. As the kiss gets even more heated the thrusting and grinding gets faster and more feverish. You know you're both so close to release when the kissing gets even more sloppy and the grinding gets so hard and fast you have to cling tighter onto each other to keep pace.

And when you both cum together it's better than either of you imagined. His arms are holding you so tight to his chest and your arms cling tightly around his neck and shoulders. Your cunt clenches so hard on his dick as he shoots ropes into you. You both stay right there panting into each other's mouths, bodies basically glued together with sweat.

It takes a few minutes for you both to ease up enough to stop clinging to eachother and even longer for him to actually pull out. After which you both groan at the sight of his spent dick and your dripping pussy still linked by a string of both his and your cum.

You look up at him to see him already looking at you. You stare at eachother both still in a bit of delirium.

"we should exercise like that more often."

[auratux]

Hii it’s me -🥰

Could we get office sex w diluc (and whoever else u want..maybe zhongli ??? Idk)

of course you can !! i love it when my heart anon requests <3 I hope you enjoy!!

i love zhongli i LOVE THAT MAN

cw: praise, pet names (good girl), mirror sex (diluc), impact play, established relationships, characters 18+, f!reader (lmk if you see something and I missed it!) || unedited/ not proofread

diluc

in front of Master Diluc's desk was a mirror attached to the door. He said in the past the reason why he added a mirror to the door was so he could see the faces of those he refused to do business with. He enjoyed seeing their saddened and disappointed faces.

It only drove him to think that he was the best in the wine business - which he was.

but now it held a different cause.

"So big," you choke out, knees buckling at every thrust, his balls slapping against your cunt, the move leaving a stinging sensation that would add when he kept his motion.

diluc's hand comes down on your ass, feeling the warmth the spot emits from his harsh touch. he rubs small circles on it before repeating the same action - to which you cry out every time.

his fingers move up from your ass, up your forearms, and to your elbows. they curl around it, pulling your arms back. you were now in his upmost control.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans, pisitoning his hips into you. his skin is on fire - his forehead glistening and small red strands stick.

the first few buttons of your shirt were undone, revealing the delicate white lace of your bra yet it only did so much in covering your tits. with every move, they threatened to spill out and he didn't mind if they did.

Through lidded eyes, you gaze upon the mirror, instantly embarrassed by the sight.

your face was flushed, your skin trickling with sweat and your tits almost showing. the bottom of your shirt was ruffled and hitched up to your mid-stomach and your skirt was no longer even on your body.

Your arms were pulled back behind you by your lover who was burying himself deep within that you called out his name.

"don't you look beautiful?" diluc asks, meeting your eyes within the reflection. his hot breath against your ear causing goosebumps to arise, the hair on your arms standing ever so slightly.

"Y-yes," you mutter, tugging on your lower lip and hanging your head down.

a noise of annoyance leaves him as he slows his hips down and he shakes his head when he hears you while - yet he can feel the movement of your hips, pathetically trying to get him to move.

"I want you to look at yourself," his hand reaches forward, grabbing your chin and forcing you to stare at your reflection. "you can do that for me, yeah?"

zhongli

"The director is right below us, you wouldn't want her to hear us, right darling?" Zhongli whispers, his gloved fingers squishing your cheeks together. "If not, I suggest you stay silent."

You whimper underneath him, legs sore and aching - twitching at every pump of his hips. your face aches from the hold he has on you, but you love how he shuts you up like this.

the head of his cock bruises your cervix with every thrust, your walls gladly accepting him and squeezing him tight. over and over, you take him in and swallow him for all he's worth.

the director, Hu Tao, was gone for business (more like on her break but she likes to call it business) and wasn't going to be back for a while. turns out she ended up coming back early with a call of her name as if she announced herself to her consultant and went directly to her office.

"zhongli," you moan out, pussy fluttering around his cock. his veins brush against you, every sensation sending pleasure through your body that it was certain you would pass out from the stimulation.

"Feels so good," you sputter, drool cascading down your chin and onto his gloved finger.

"Yeah?" he pants, hanging his head and gazing at where you connected. his eyes lock at your pussy, loving how puffy and perfect your clit was.

his spare hand wanders down your body, pinching the small bundle of nerves that has you crying out in ecstasy, your nipples erect, and taunting him to take one in his mouth.

"shut up," he grunts, suddenly sticking two fingers into your mouth but not enough to choke you. "suck," he demands, his eyes clouded with lust and the desire to see you at your lowest point.

with doe eyes that shimmer from the light above and the glossiness of tears, you blink a few times before running your tongue around his fingers, flattening underneath the pads.

the taste of leather fills your mouth and the texture of his gloves adds all to the sensation. you moan around his fingers, never breaking eye contact with him.

"what a good girl," he moans out, eyes squeezing shut, inhaling sharply. "such a good girl."

[tboyfromthewoods]

How the hell have you been on t since you were 13 and had top surgery at 14?

I get this question a lot, and I totally understand why. I had the stereotypical trans masc childhood of growing up wearing boys clothes and developing extreme anxiety once I hit puberty, and it was very noticeable to the adults around me. Around age 11 I learned what being transgender was and it obviously resonated with me deeply. I didn’t know it at the time, but my mother was doing her own research about what it means to be transgender. When I came out to her at age 12, she already had background knowledge of different aspects of transitioning and supported me 100%. We booked an appointment at the pediatric endocrinologist about an hour away from us, and their waitlist was booked 6 months out. I decided that I wanted to cut my hair and start going by my current, masculine name in between seventh and eighth grade. That way, I would be used to the adjustment by the start of school. I had my consultation at the endo in early 2019 (before my social transition) and had my second appointment 6 months later, right after I began my social transition. My mother was still on the fence about letting me start T since she was afraid of the permanence of the decision to start it. A few months later (right before my 14th birthday) she signed the consent and surprised me by letting me start testosterone. I was overjoyed and have had zero regrets in the past 6ish years. Since I had been binding with tight sports bras for years before I came out, my chest dysphoria had caused me even more pain and anxiety than what going on T relieved. I was able to book a consultation with a surgeon in early 2020 2.5 hours away from my home. I had my keyhole surgery in summer 2020. Unfortunately, insurance did not cover it so I had to take money out of my what I inherited from a dead family member to pay for it. Both of these steps in my medical transition have been life-altering in the best way possible, and I appreciate that my situation is very rare. I was lucky in many ways, especially since healthcare for trans youth became heavily restricted in my state just a few months after my surgery. Keep in mind that not everybody’s trans experience looks like mine, and access to (or desire for) medical transitioning doesn’t make you any less valid than those who have undergone these procedures. I have experienced multitudes of transphobia and hurdles from medical professionals during this process and it is exhausting, to be quite frank. Trans healthcare saves lives.

[ccrites]

i've been thinking of getting a tattoo for a long time, not only because i want to, but also to cover an old stick'n'poke i got when i was 15.

and so it got me thinking of the 141 tattoo artist!au. and oh boy.

Kyle would be an absolute sweetheart. not judging the stupid decisions a teenager made. more like "you wanted a tattoo and you went out of your way to get it, that's awesome. now how about we enhance it instead of covering it, whaddya think pretty girl?" and he'd draw around it, incorporate it into his art, go over the parts that are faded and uneven, then, when he's finished, wipe it gently and go "there, what should've been your first real tattoo" with his blinding smile and a promise to also be the one to do your next one

Johnny would be excited about finding creative ways to make parts of the stick'n'poke incorporate into other elements, make it so you'd never know it was there. but he's also a bit of a freak! making sort of mean comments about, "such a stupid decision, you were but a wee lass and ye didn't know what you wanted! thank god Johnny's here ta' fix ya'". It doesn't help that the tattoo you got was somewhere hidden, somewhere your parents wouldn't see on summer vacation (think where your underwear would cover it, or under your bra straps!) and he'd be such a creep! Sitting closer than absolutely necessary, looking at you too intensely. At the end, he'd suggest a truly hidden tattoo, "Only for me to see, bun, whaddya say?"

Ghost would be the type to frown behind the mask and look at you meanly, and you're afraid that he'd judge you for doing this kind of thing (you had your reasons, okay? some rough period in your life, you needed catharsis, and you were too young to get a real tattoo) and he'd be really condescending, all "there's a reasons youngins can't get them. Cuz' it's a stupid decision to make." and he'd huff and draw the most exquisite art you'd seen, all black, bold lines, and way, way bigger than necessary to cover the small tattoo. If the tattoo was on your hip, he'd extend it from your waist all the way down to your knee, make it flow with your curves, accentuate the stretch marks, and you can't say no because you absolutely adore the style. if the tattoo was on your ribs (bra straps, remember?" he'd extend it under your tits, bring it back over the clavicle, make it to be seen. and the pain. oh the pain. "you said you wanted catharsis, right?"

John would absolutely be on Ghost's side, with "there's a reason they don't let kids get tattoos" and you hear the underlying what a fucking mistake, and you see how he judges you... it makes you want to get it from him the most. Until you get to the consultation, and he tells you to get it lasered off first. But it's so faded, it should be easy to cover, no? you argue. he won't budge. So you get the expensive laser. it sorta hurts mentally, because you got it done with your best friend, and you always assumed you'd keep it there, underneath another layer of ink, where only you would remember it. It takes a few sessions, but then the skin is clean, a blank canvas for John to paint on. and paint he does. it's the most gorgeous piece you could ever imagine, you can see the inspiration Ghost draws from him, all bold shapes that flow into each other and compliment your body. Your skin is raw and pink when he's done, and you get up to admire the work... until you get a closer look in the mirror. you know exactly where the old tattoo would've been, and you'd expected to not be able to place it, under the new art. in its stead, two letters, black, bold, beautifully intertwined.... J.P. ... He'd put his lips next to your ear as you stand in shocked silence. "You're my canvas now."

[all-pacas]

would love your take on cameron finding out about retcon sister. does it happen before she and chase get married? does she take it well?

thanks for the australian language consult pal

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The phone is ringing and Cameron is half-awake and reaching for it before she has a single conscious thought beyond House: her fingers grope on an unfamiliar nightstand, fumbling for the plastic casing —

Chase reaches over her, awkwardly, heavily, pinning her beneath him for a moment as he grabs the phone: sleepily, waking up, Cameron remembers they are at his place, not hers. His phone. Shit, that’s embarrassing: they are not nearly at the picking up the other’s phone stage in their relationship — not that it’s a relationship: “Hello?” Chase mutters, flopping away and back onto his pillow. And then, complaining: “It’s the middle of the night.”

He doesn’t talk like this to House. Foreman, maybe. Cameron isn’t sure if she ought to be getting dressed: she peers over at the alarm clock. It’s just almost five, hardly the middle of the night — might as well, she decides reluctantly…

“No. It’s alright, you’re fine” Chase is saying, his tone gentle. She pauses in the process of sitting up, climbing out of bed: Chase is lying on his back, and she thinks he’s frowning. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

He turns his head towards Cameron. The room is still dark, only the faintest blush of dawn creeping in. Too dark to really tell if he’s annoyed she’s listening in. Too dark to attempt to look reassuring. She bites her lip and climbs out of bed, foot finding Chase’s discarded shirt, which she pulls over her head to carry her to the other room, where she’d left her bag —

“Calm your farm,” Chase says, and Cameron stops her progress out of the bedroom because for a second she thinks he’s having a stroke, but he huffs, exasperated, and she continues on, listening to him murmuring reassurances to the caller: “I’ll take care of it. Okay? Okay.”

She turns on the living room light, blinking in the glare as she finds her overnight bag, pulling out clean underwear and an itchy bralette she hadn’t brought because it was nicer-looking than her usual bras — as she’s buttoning up her blouse Chase emerges from the bedroom, tousled and in sweatpants: he scoops up his own discarded shirt where Cameron had left it and pulls it on, yawning loudly.

“Sorry for picking up your phone,” Cameron says, brisk, having decided it was the best opener.

“’S alright. Glad it wasn’t House,” Chase shrugs, and she feels a cold prickle of dread imagining having actually answered it as he stumbles to the kitchenette.

“So who was calling you at four in the morning if it wasn’t our boss?” she asks, brushing out her hair and pulling it into a ponytail, trying to keep the curiosity out of her voice.

“An idiot who forgot about time differences,” he grumbles, starting the coffee machine. And then: “My sister.”

“Oh.” What?

Cameron has known Chase for almost four years. Even before they started having regular sex, she spend most of her time with him in the office, at work. She knows how he takes his coffee, what foods he likes to eat, that he has a berry allergy, that he’s dabbled in a dozen different sports. She knows his parents divorced, that both are dead. That he’s a light sleeper, and a restless one. He has a sister?

“Is she… okay?” Cameron settles for asking: it is a neutral question.

“She’s fine,” he says curtly.

“She’s your… step sister?” Cameron hazards; this could explain a few things.

“No. Just younger.” Chase remains standing before the coffee machine, back to her, even though there is nothing left for him to do until the pot has finished brewing.

“Gotcha,” she says, casual and light as she can. She can’t just be imagining the tension, and she remembers him when his father came around, curt and angry… but he hasn’t overtly shut her down yet. The part of her brain House has been prodding at for three years now registers his tension, knows Chase well enough to know this is unusual. There is no obvious reason to be so on edge after a call from your sister, to hide her existence. Differential: Shame. Embarrassment. He’d been soothing on the telephone; he cares. Cameron gets dressed silently, part of her uneasy at the psychoanalysis, part of her convinced she’s onto something. She wants desperately to ask, but is wary of setting Chase off.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asks, buttoning up her cardigan. Chase has turned in her direction at some point in the process of her dressing, his expression tense in the way she knows means he’s stressed and thinks he’s hiding it.

To her surprise, he takes her offer. “I’ll have to go to the bank when they open,” he says. The coffee machine beeps, and he moves to the cupboard for mugs. “Can you cover for me if we get a case?”

“Sure,” Cameron says. “Need me to cover clinic?”

“It should only take an hour or so. I have to — wire some money.” Does he do this often? What is his sister like? Why does she need money? Cameron is dying to ask, but she sees Chase’s wary expression as he hands her a mug of coffee — cream and sugar, just as she likes — and she bites her tongue.

“No problem,” she says, and he practically sinks with relief, exhaling with a shaky smile, and she's suddenly okay with not knowing the details after all.

[storiesofsvu]

Plea Deals

Elana Barth x reader warnings: language, smut, mommy kink, praise, begging. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem 's bingo! Will potentially get a follow up piece, we'll see how motivated I am and how well this one does lol.

You’d known Elana for years, she’d consulted on a few of your cases, been a sounding board when she wasn’t the residing judge, prosecuting cases in her courtroom was nothing new to you. What was new to you was going up against her while she was defence counsel, seeing her strutting into the precinct in a fitted suit, rather than the usual modest robes. You were more than well aware that she’d stepped down from the bench post divorce, going back into criminal defence, but the entire attitude shift had taken you by surprise and it was safe to say that it got you more than a little flustered.

You managed to make your way through the first couple of stages with minor incidents, catching yourself before she could catch you and realize that your eyes were lingering on her hands, lips, hips, the curve of her chest daring to spill over the top of her shirt. You only fumbled over a couple of responses and held your own when it came time for arraignment, thankful to retreat to your office in peace to start on research and paperwork.

That of course, was until tonight.

You’d been working late, leaving the office much later than normal when your assistant finally returned with a handful of warrants and other paperwork you’d need to hand off to the defence. After flipping through them you realized Elana would likely need them tonight, or at the very least, want them sooner rather than later and rerouted your cab to her address.

“Well isn’t this a surprise.” She greeted with a smile when she pulled open the apartment door, her eyes slowly dragging up your body.

“Shit. Sorry, I should’ve called.” You did your best to ignore the fact that she’d already gotten rid of her blazer, the sleeveless blouse underneath exposing most of her collarbone, dipping down far enough you could almost make out the lace of her bra peeking from underneath it. Your own gawking distracting you from the level of gaze she had on you, “I just figured you’d want these before Monday.”

“It’s not a worry.” She replied, stepping back from the door, “come in.” You followed her into the apartment, letting the door swing shut behind you before she swiftly locked it, guiding you into the kitchen. “I just opened a bottle of wine, care for a glass?”

“Uh, sure.” You smiled across at her, letting out a low breath as you glanced around, now knowing you were alone together. Your bag found a home on one of the island stools while Elana poured out your wine, sliding the glass to you.

“Now what have you got for me that was so important it couldn’t wait?” She asked, raising a brow in your direction before taking a sip of her drink. There was a near teasing tone in her voice, she was sure whatever you had wasn’t something she was in dire need of, but the idea of you showing up at her apartment after sundown was one she’d been trying to figure out how to make happen for a while now.

“What?” Your brow scrunched, having completely forgotten why you’d come over in the first place, distracted by her before you remembered, “oh!” You quickly dug through your bag, pulling out the paperwork, “just a couple warrant copies, statements, witness list.”

“Hmm.” She accepted the papers from you, her eyes scanning through the text as she slowly flipped through them, leaving you to drink your wine in silence.

You took the opportunity to slip onto a spare stool, resting an elbow on the island as your eyes searched through her apartment, taking a moment to soak in how she decorated her private space. It was tidy, not too luxurious but very evident she had taste, you could see her blazer slung over the back of the couch, a take out container on the coffee table while the television softly droned on in the background. You began to wonder if you’d interrupted her dinner when she spoke suddenly.

“You need to relax.” She murmured softly and you whipped your head around to face her.

“What?”

“I said you need to relax.” She chuckled, “take your coat off, get comfortable. I did invite you in for a drink after all.”

You nodded, slipping the blazer off your shoulders, draping over the stool beside you with your bag as she continued to look through the files. Picking up your wine glass again you took a couple more sips, letting the liquor soothe through your body, your shoulders dropping as you began to take her words into consideration, relaxing with a soft sigh.

“The case isn’t stressing you out is it?” She asked, cocking a brow at you over the top of the file.

“No.” You shook your head, “I’m just drained, it’s been a long week with a heavy work load.”

“Hmm. Poor girl,” Her gaze turned back to the paperwork while her hand picked up her glass of wine, a small silence overtaking the room for a moment, “I do have to say, I’ve been impressed with your work so far. You did spectacularly at the voir dire and you’ve held your own when it comes to level of charges. You always seemed so nervous in my courtroom when I was on the bench, even if you were only up against a public defender.”

“Oh.” You let out a nervous laugh, “well, I mean.. you know how it is. Prosecutor wants to impress the judge, do a good job, get justice and all.”

“Mmm.” A grin snuck onto her lips, “yes, prosecutors do tend to thrive when praised.” You felt a blush creeping up the back of your neck, wondering just how much you should be reading into her words, hoping she couldn’t tell as you hid behind your glass of wine, shifting in your seat. “So I suppose you’re here to talk about plea deals?” She switched back to a more professional tone, tossing the folders down onto the island, “I’d be willing to settle for unlawful disposal of a body.”

“Oh come on.” You laughed, shaking your head at the smirk on her lips, the fact that she knew she was never going to get away with that, she was enjoying taunting you. “Murder two.”

“Man two.”

“I’d maybe be willing to plead you out to murder three, anger management, counselling and medication.”

“Hmph.” She took a sip of her wine, stepping towards you until she was so close you could feel her breath on your skin when she leant in, “if you want that, I want to hear you beg…”

You took a heavy breath, your eyes fluttering closed for a brief second while her perfume invaded your senses and suddenly she was all you could think about. You titled your head in her direction, catching her gaze still on you, head tilted and a near predatory look in her eyes.

“I don’t think we’re talking about work anymore...”

“Why bother when there are so many other beneficial things we could be doing right now?” Two of her fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up to her, “if you happen to be interested?” She laughed, “though I’m sure you are, this paperwork easily could have waited until Monday, you could have sent it to my office, sent your paralegal, but you chose to bring your pretty self all the way over here instead.”

“Yes.” You nodded, probably a little too eagerly, “very interested.”

“That’s my good girl.” She practically cooed, smirking at the way your eyes widened, the way your lips parted, ever so slightly surprised at the quick praise. “But like you said, you aim to please, to impress, right?”

“Yes ma’am.” You breathed, barely able to find your voice at the change in demeanour.

“You’ll probably do whatever it is mommy asks, won’t you?” She chuckled softly when your eyes widened once again, “well, c’mere.” She crooked her fingers at you and you swiftly slipped off the stool, stepping toward her. Your breath hitched in your throat when her arm wrapped around your waist, her other hand sliding up your arm, fingertips tickling at your skin until it was cupping your cheek.

There was only a moment to prepare yourself before her lips were on yours and you let out a relaxed sigh into the kiss. Elena’s thumb gently stroked at your cheek as your lips moved together with grace, you could feel her other hand sneaking underneath the hem of your shirt, trailing across your back softly. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips and you were quick to part them, giving her access to your mouth as she completely dominated the kiss. She tugged you closer to her, almost rutting her hips against you and you let out a little whine that she swallowed down quickly, her lips curving up into a grin against yours.

Her hands settled on your hips, holding you tightly while her tongue explored your mouth, small moans murmuring through the room, trying to break free. Elana nipped at your lip, earning a whimper from you as she smirked, finally breaking the kiss for her lips to trace across your jawline and tease their way down your neck. She nuzzled across your pulse point, tongue sliding over your sensitive skin.

“Please…” you murmured, feeling yourself practically melting into her touch.

“Please what?” She purred back, her lips brushing against your skin when she spoke, “use your words pretty girl.”

“Please touch me.” You whined back and she chuckled, her hands pinching at your waist.

“I am touching you.” She taunted and you huffed.

“More. Please mommy…”

“Mmm..” her teeth nipped at your pulse point and you let out a gasp, “I was right, you do sound pretty when you beg.” Her hands ghosted up your sides, thumbs landing right under your and your body surged toward her touch, earning a chuckle from her before her thumbs brushed over your chest, flicking at your nipples through your clothing.

“More…” you repeated, a hint of frustration in your voice that Elana smirked at as she pulled away from the crook of your neck, glancing down at you with a hungry look in her eyes. She repeated the motion across your chest, thumbs searching out your nipples as they rubbed across your body before she pinched both of them, a gasp breaking free of your lips. Her eyes shot down as you shifted, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to get some form of relief, maybe even just friction.

“Oh sweetheart.” Her hands trailed back down your sides again, “I think what you really want is mommy touching that pretty little pussy, isn’t it?”

“Fuck…” you could feel your heart hammering in your chest, looking up at her wide eyed as you nodded, “yes. Please god yes.”

“Well then let’s get you to the bedroom, hmm?”

It was a flurry of movement down the hallway as Elana half guided half dragged you in the direction of her room while her hands roamed around your body, your lips searching the other’s out whenever there was a spare moment. The door swung shut behind you and she was stripping your clothes off you, fingertips leaving goosebumps across your skin as she began to explore, her lips either on yours or making home in the crook of your neck. Her teeth nibbled at your skin, tongue lapping across the bite marks, sucking at the spot and you knew you would be left with a mark the next day. Somewhere between peeling your clothes off and tossing your bra to the floor Elana managed to slip out of her own clothes, leaving her in her lingerie as she nudged you toward the bed.

“Lie back.” She purred, her fingers curling under the waistband of your panties as you did so, effectively tugging them down your legs. “So gorgeous.”

Elana pressed a kiss to the inside of your ankle before her hands slid up your legs, parting them wide for her to kneel between. Her hands softly rubbed at your thighs, getting you used to her touch as she watched the way your breathing picked up, how your eyes were already fluttering and she’d barely touched you. Her eyes flicked down to your pussy, a smirk breaking out on her lips before she leant forward, cupping you.

“This wet already?” She taunted, “we’ve barely started.”

“Need you.” You replied with a whine.

“You wanted me to touch you, right?” Her hand ground against you and you gasped, “well I’m touching you.”

Your hips rocked up toward her, rutting against her hand, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit ground into the heel of her hand. She leant over you, her free hand groping at your chest, rolling the tender flesh between her fingers as you began to writhe underneath her. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy fluttering around nothing as your juices began to smear all over her hand. She let out a low laugh,

“Needy thing you are tonight.”

“Want you.” You replied, “need your fingers.”

“Where?” She asked, slowly dragging her hand up and down through your folds, barely daring to spread them open for her. “Just like this?” She watched as your breath hitched, your hands clawing at the bedspread in frustration.

“No.” You whined particularly loudly this time, “more!”

“I told you sweetheart; I want to hear you beg. Where do you want my fingers? I could stuff them in that gorgeous mouth of yours, have you get them nice and wet?”

“No!” You huffed, “need them in me.”

“So you do want them in your mouth?” She asked with a tease, daring to remove her hand from between your legs and you protested with a cry.

“Need them in my pussy!” You felt like your entire body was about to burst into flame, carnal desire tickling just under the surface of your skin. You were naked on her bed, you needed Elana to touch you, to really touch you, feel the way you could wrap around her fingers.

“Ah..” She gently swatted at your cunt, “there we go. You do want them here.” This time she traced her fingertips through your folds, spreading them apart, her middle finger daring to dip into you.

“Please…” you quietly whined, “please mommy. Need you to fuck me like this.”

“Yeah?” She sunk a single finger in, pulling a gasp from you as your back arched off the bed, “oh you really like this.”

“Mmhmm.”

She continued to slowly thrust the one finger in and out of you, feeling the way you were already pulsing around her, little gasps and moans leaving your lips, your hips chasing after the touch whenever she pulled it outwards. Deciding to give you more of what you wanted she slipped a second finger in, twirling the two of them around, reaching every inch of your inner walls.

“Oh god…”

“That feel good?”

“Yes..” you moaned, “oh fuck… don’t stop.”

Elana pumped her fingers faster, with more purpose, reaching deeper within you as your moans and groans got louder, your body shivering on the bed. Your juices were smeared all over her hand, leaking down her wrist and she knew you could take it, adding a third finger into your tight cunt. You let out a gasp, your hips jolting up toward her,

“Fuuck..”

“You want me to keep going?” She asked, nearly slowing her fingers and you whined.

“God yes. Please!”

“Just like this?” She replied, her fingers thrusting in and out of you with only a slight twirl, “or how about this?” She curled her fingers that time, hitting the overly sensitive spot inside your cunt and you cried out.

“Oh fuck! Right there!”

“Right there what?” She asked with a smirk, her hand stilling while her fingertips pressed the same spot and you whimpered.

“Do that again. Please!” You moaned and she thrust her hand again, curling her fingers with each pass over your g-spot.  “Yes! Oh god yes! Just like that…”

“Just this? Or would you like me to make you come?”

“Fuck.” You moaned, her words were nearly enough to get you off, but the feeling of her fingers deep inside your pussy was enough to drive you wild. The coil inside you curling tighter and tighter as your chest heaved, pleasure soaring through you. “Please, please…pleeease! Make me come.”

“I knew you wanted to be a good little pet and come for mommy.” She cooed.

She continued to plunge her fingers in and out of your wet cunt, curling with each thrust to hit right where you wanted. Her other hand pressed on your lower stomach, thumb reaching your clit to rub at it, starting slow and soft and working up to hard and fast. Your thighs were threatening to close around her as they trembled, your body shaking on the bed, hands gripping into the blankets as your moans got louder. Pleasure skyrocketed through you, your toes curling, hips shooting up off the bed and stilling as you hit your orgasm. Your cunt clenched down around her fingers, juices dribbling down them, leaking all the way down her wrist.

“Fuck!”

“Good girl.” She praised, her thumb brushing over your clit once more and you trembled, your breath shuddering as your body fell back into the bed. Elana kept her fingers pumping inside your wetness, slowing them down, fucking you through your orgasm until you’d finally caught your breath, no longer shaking in aftershocks. Pulling her fingers from your dripping pussy she brought them up to her mouth, lips wrapping around them while she let out a happy hum, sucking them clean. “Mmmm….”

“Christ…” You muttered, still panting as she dropped over you, caging you into the bed, “that was something else.”

“Oh sweetheart I am far from done.” She pressed a kiss to your lips, “you looked so pretty coming on my fingers I need to know just how much you’ll beg to come around my cock.”

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@anya-casablanca @mickey-gomez @swimmingstudentchaos891 @momlifebehard @baubeautyandthegeek @svushots @onmykneesformarvel @kmc1989 @irishavengersassemble @thatesqcrush @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart

[caluski]

Ok question to ladies who know their brasserie stuff: it's not a backless dress, it's just got a slightly lower back, what do I do? No bra is not an option, unless I wanna break a bunch of ribs from the boobs jumping up and down, but do I get one of those plastic-transparent ones? Or just find a regular bra thats like in a nude color? I like almost NEVER wear dresses so I'm fucking clueless about this.

I was at a thrift store for the first time in sooooooo long bc I was just passing by it and had spare time and. Like I was SURE that the whole "second-hand stores are full of shein clothes" was either an exaggeration or only an American thing but holy fuck so MUCH of it now is just the shein shit. Like it's crazy. This feels like pollution in what should be a natural enclosure for cotton viscose and linen

[pymander-real-prosthesis]

Comprehensive Guide to Using Tape for FTM Binding

In the journey of gender affirmation, using tape for binding can provide comfort and flexibility. Learn how to safely and effectively utilize tape for FTM binding with our detailed guide.

Step 1: Preparation

Begin with clean, dry skin. Consider using skin preparation wipes to ensure optimal tape adhesion and cleanliness.

Step 2: Choosing the Right Tape

Select high-quality kinesiology tape or medical tape that is gentle on the skin yet provides adequate support and compression.

Step 3: Measuring and Cutting

Measure the tape from one side of your chest to the other, ensuring it covers the desired binding area comfortably. Cut the tape into strips as needed, depending on your chest size and binding preferences.

Step 4: Application Technique

Start applying the tape from under one side of the chest, near the armpit, stretching it gently across to the opposite side. Ensure a snug fit without compromising comfort or restricting movement.

Step 5: Layering for Support

Layer additional strips of tape as necessary, overlapping slightly for optimal compression and a smooth appearance. Pay attention to achieving an even distribution of tension for uniform binding.

Step 6: Checking Comfort and Adjustments

Stand in front of a mirror to assess the binding's effectiveness and comfort. Adjust the tape as needed to alleviate any discomfort or ensure a more secure fit.

Step 7: Complementing with Clothing

For added security and compression, consider wearing a supportive sports bra or compression garment over the taped area.

Step 8: Removal and Aftercare

When it's time to remove the tape, do so gently to minimize skin irritation. Use a skin-safe oil to help loosen the adhesive and soothe the skin post-removal.

Benefits of Tape Binding for FTM Individuals

Provides flexibility and comfort compared to traditional binders.

Allows for greater mobility and ease of movement.

Can be discreet under clothing, suitable for various social and physical activities.

Considerations and Tips

Experiment with different tape brands and techniques to find what works best for your body and skin type.

Prioritize skin health by allowing your skin to breathe and recover between binding sessions.

Consult with healthcare professionals or transgender support groups for additional guidance and support.

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[hearth-and-veil]

Things I wish someone had told me about menstruation:

Menstrual blood isn't more dirty than any other type of blood.

But it's still blood so...protocols.

Salt water is the best thing to presoak anything bloody in.

Designate a set of underwear for periods. It makes life so much easier to have a set of comfy underwear that you don't care about potentially staining.

Bad cramps are normal, but that doesn't make them healthy. All normal means is that it's a common problem. Don't let your doctor blow you off.

Your uterus is actually a very important organ with many functions and getting it removed for non-medical reasons is not a good idea. Your doctor wasn't refusing just to be a natalist asshole.

A tubal ligation will absolutely impact your hormones and period, no matter what the doctors tell you.

Depo provera is the fucking devil.

The average length of a period is 3-5 days. Which means half of all women have a period longer than that. Learn math, genius.

The average length of a menstrual cycle is 27-28 days. Again, yours can be longer or shorter than that. Averages suck.

Do not buy bras the week before or the week of your period unless you're buying them to wear during that time. (I go up a full cup size the week before my period.)

If a man has a problem with your period and claims it's just a problem with blood, then doesn't have an issue with blood from violent shit, don't fucking be with him.

Conversely, some men do just genuinely have an issue with blood. Having the same issue with your period blood does not make him a misogynist.

It's not terribly uncommon to get super horny on your period instead of during ovulation. But you can still get pregnant during your period so be smart.*

Taking iron and magnesium supplements regularly can make your period better. But they're hard on your stomach, so take them right after a meal, trust me.

Masturbation eases menstrual cramps better than any meds I've ever tried. Just make sure to put a towel down and thoroughly clean your toys.

Masturbation can also provoke your period when it's 'stuck' and just won't start.

Consult a medical professional first but a free testosterone boosting supplement (not a testosterone pill!!) can also unstick your period. BUT it may also make cramps worse and it will make hormonal acne worse.

Taking an emmenagogue to unstick or speed up your period will make cramps worse. Their entire role is to contract the uterus, and that's what a menstrual cramp is. Also pennyroyal is the least delicious mint.

It's ok to rest and relax. Men are not the shining gold standard of the world which women need to emulate. Equity, not equality.

*The only time you can't get pregnant is during the follicular phase. If there's an egg anywhere near sperm, you can still get pregnant. The egg can drop the first day of ovulation and not be expelled until the last day of menstruation. And my paranoid ass wouldn't even rely on being in the follicular phase. Protected Sex Gang for Life.

[trivalentlinks]

children. not for the faint of heart

i mean i knew it would be hard but holy shit...... parenting is way harder than you think it is, even if you account for it being way harder than you think it is

also even people who talk about it being hard are often talking about it being hard when you have a terrible, lazy, unsupportive partner, so i low-key thought it'd be fine, as objectively my partner is just the best in the world

lololololol lmao

so you have to feed a baby every 2-3 hours, right? everyone knows that.

the thing i didn't know is that a lot of babies don't latch/transfer milk right, and so nurses, pediatricians, and lactation consultants will all tell you to do this thing where each time you feed, you also bottle feed and pump

-- you feed at the breast for 30 minutes (15 each side),

-- then you feed them pumped milk/formula with a bottle (about 15 minutes, including time to heat up milk/mix formula, which is very stressful because baby is crying impatiently while this happens)

-- then hold them for about 10 minutes to burp (they don't necessarily need burping from breastfeeding, but always need burping after bottle feeding)

-- if they have acid reflux, you have to hold them upright for another 10-20 minutes so they don't spit up and get upset

-- diaper change 3-5 minutes depending on whether they pee on you/poop on the changing table, whether they need diaper cream applied, etc

-- then you pump, which takes 30 minutes, but you can't hold your baby and pump at the same time, so if your baby fusses/needs to be held, can take up to 1.5 hours

-- then you need to wash the bottles and pump parts, and sterilize them by steaming/boiling, about 15 minutes

-- possibly start/move a load of laundry depending on if they have spit up/peed on all their swaddle cloths

-- change clothes/sheets if they spit up on it

and by this point it's been 2-3 hours and the cycle repeats for 24 hours a day

(they say to do breastfeed-pump-bottlefeed rather than breastfeed-bottlefeed-pump, but i don't know how that works, becuase if you do it that order, the entire time that you're pumping, your baby is screaming in hunger, which is one of the most unbearable sounds in existence)

notice that there is literally no time in those 24 hours for eating, sleeping, showering etc, rinsing the blood/cleaning stitches from perineal tears and applying ice packs (most childbirths involve perineal tears)

And okay, I have the best partner in the world, so he's on babycare duty 100% of the time that he's not sleeping or working, but even for the cycles that he's on duty, they looked like this

-- breastfeed 30 minutes (partner washes pump parts and bottles and prepares the pumped milk/formula while this happens)

-- pump 30 minutes (partner bottle feeds, burps, and does diaper change while this happens)

-- eat something in order to take ibuprofen without damaging stomach, take meds

-- rinse blood from perineal stitches, apply witch hazel, apply ice pack

-- cook something healthy to produce better/more milk OR take a shower OR bathe baby OR sleep for like 1 hour OR order stuff from amazon like a pumping bra or more baby clothes as needed OR message doctor about things that have come up

repeat

and repeat

and repeat

and that's not even including the additional stress of the times we took baby to the doctor/ER for various reasons (mostly my own anxiety)

we're going on 2 months now, but you're supposed to breastfeed for 6 months so i am not even a third of the way through and already exhausted and overwhelmed. i genuinely don't know how people can do 6 months of this.

i'm on the verge of giving up (not really--not breastfeeding doubles the risk of sids, but it's nice to fantasize about it)

gosh i miss so many of the activities i used to enjoy, like going to the grocery store. or going outside of the house (not to the hospital). or doing anything that requires brain capacity. but mostly sleeping

[ap0wersstories]

Arianna Pays for the Cost of Living

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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Arianna was an up and coming news reporter always keen to be a team player and do whatever stories were assigned to her. At 28 years old she had heritage that came from South East Asia, and had a fit and firing body on her that ensured she got plenty of lingering looks. And yet with all of that her journalism career was what mattered to her, she was as passionate and determined to make her mark.

She was handed a story one day by her chief of staff for the day, a guy in his early 50s who had been at the company for 20 years. She’d recently had a run in with this guy as she’d complained about a story he assigned her, she felt it was degrading as it involved her getting wet. She did it, but she said to him that she wanted a more serious “real” story to do next time. The story she was handed was based on cost of living, she would be going out to a tent city that had swelled to over 100 tents due to rental and COL expenses. It was definitely more serious but she didn’t feel great about doing it in a tent city, she felt it was disrespectful to those that had fallen on hard time. Her boss had said they had scouted the area and asked those in there how they felt about it, he said they appreciate it becoming an issue that people knew about.

She had no option but to take him at his word, and she her camera operator set out to the location. The camera op was good friends with the chief of staff so she knew it would be pointless talking to him about it. They got to the spot and the camera op instructed where she could stand, it felt intrusive but again she wanted to show she was a team player. One of the tents stirred and out came a man who was scruffy and dirty looking. He was in his late 30s she thought, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Arianna was taken aback but responded, “hi I’m Arianna from 5 local news, we’re here to highlight the rental and cost of living crisis.”

“Does it look like we want to be a part of your do-gooder story that makes you look like a fucking saint?”

”I’m sorry, I was under the impression that the people here were consulted. We’ll get out of here, I’m sorry!” She wanted to kill her chief, he’d sent her here knowing they didn’t have permission.

“Oh so now you’re gonna wake us and fuck off?!” The other tents were stirring, more men were getting out. “You wanted a story, well I’ll give you a fucking story!” He suddenly grabbed her by the throat and shoved her against a pole.

The camera operator was transfixed, he had his camera in his hands as more men started to crowd Arianna. “Jeff!!!! Help me!!!” Jeff did the only thing he knew in a crisis moment, he pulled out the camera and started filming. “Sorry Ari, looks like the best thing I can do is get footage for a story!” One of the other homeless men had grabbed her wrists and tied them behind the pole using some rope off the tent with the other one was choking her against the pole, while with his free hand the man choking her ripped open her satin top revealing her bra. Another man came around and yanked her skirt down revealing pink panties.

Though the chokes Arianna managed to scream, “ahhhhhh stop!!!! No please let me go!!!!”

“Let you go?! You came here wanting to “help” us, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do! Most of us in this part are sex offenders, and we haven’t had some good pussy in ages!!!”

The other tents had stirred at the sound of Arianna’s muffled cries and when they saw her half naked, and tied to the pole they all got super excited and started crowding around her. There were already 15+ men surrounding Arianna and more were approaching! One of the men pulled her panties off her while another ripped off her bra leaving her naked and helpless around these horny homeless men. Arianna was petrified, she was not only afraid of all these men raping her but what they would do to her aside from raping her. All of them had started whipping out their cocks and getting rock hard, some had taken their pants off entirely while some unzipped them through their pants. The first man on the scene was raring to go, and shoved her hard down onto her knees with her wrists bound behind the pole. “You look like a proper cock sucker, such a pretty face on you. Open up and get to work!”

He was right up against her and the stench from this man was foul, it made her gag “urgh *cough* no I can’t! The smell is too much!”

He immediately grabbed some electrical cord that was on the ground and wrapped it around her neck choking her hard, “we’re not fucking playing around here slut!!! I will choke you out and use your unconscious mouth dead or alive if I have to, so your mouth better get sucking right now!!!!”

He loosened the cord but kept it constricting on her neck, realising she had no choice Arianna opened her mouth and accepted the homeless man’s disgusting cock. She closed her eyes trying her hardest not to vomit from the taste and smell emanating from the man, he wasn’t making it easier on her as he was slamming his cock hard into her mouth making her cough and gag. “Fuck yes take my cock you sexy Asian little slut!!!! We’re gonna fill you with so much homeless cum!!!!”

Arianna couldn’t believe what was happening and worst of all the cameraman was taking footage of it! The man using her mouth was brutal, but the men waiting were all still trying to get a piece of her as they groped, pinched, twisted, poked, and slapped her body everywhere. She could feel fingers (multiple!) invading her ass and pussy. The man using her mouth grunted like an animal but he abruptly stopped and declared, “alright enough of that, time to fuck this bitch! Someone grab a mattress will ya?!” While they sought a mattress the man undid her bindings freeing her from the pole, but immediately her bound them back together in front of her body. Two men had returned with a mattress and the first man picked her up and tossed her onto it, Arianna noticed it had stains of all kinds everywhere on it and it stank. The man shoved her onto her back while men either side of her spread open her perfectly smooth legs. He spat on his fingers and rubbed them inside her pussy, he could feel the earlier work the others had done had got her a little moist but she wasn’t wet. He didn’t care though, he rubbed his cock up against her warm pussy and then forced it inside of he. “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck yessssss!!!”

“Nnnnnnnggggggggmmmm, noooo take it out!!!”

He pulled almost all out, “alright I’ll take it out, and slam it back in!!!” He pounded his cock hard into her hitting her cervix, which elicited a reaction from her body the Arianna wasn’t really for. She immediately started getting wet at this man pounding her hard like a slut, “ooooohhhhh nooooo, mmmmmm ohhhhhh goddddddd!!!” She gasped as he fucked her hard. The man hadn’t had a fuck in ages and was absolutely ready to pop. “Fuck yes you little slut!!!! Take my homeless cock, take my homeless cummmmmm!!!!!” He had increased his pace this whole time and as he said that his cock exploded with his cum, a load that had been building for weeks. “Ahhhhhhh fffffffuuuuuuuck!!! Fuck yes, milk my cock you slut!!!”

Arianna closely followed her cycle and as she sobbed feeling this awful man’s seed enter her she knew she was right in prime time ovulation. She felt sick at the thought she might get pregnant to this man. Each thrust he gave squirted more cum out until he shuddered and felt his cock go soft, as he pulled out Arianna could feel the cum dribbling out of her. She wasn’t given any time to rest, the second man who’d helped tied her up was already on her. He picked her up and put her on all four’s doggystyle and pumping his filthy cock he entered her sloppy pussy, “haha number two baby, here comes my cock!!!”

“Nooooo please, please stop! Let me go!!!”

”Would someone shut this little sluts mouth, the only thing that face is good for now is sucking!”

Not wasting time one of the men waiting his turn jumped straight on in and shoved his cock in Arianna’s pretty tear stained face, he smelled and tasted even worse than the first man! “That’s it honey, I haven’t had a proper bath or shower in months! Give my cock a good proper cleaning!!!”

Meanwhile the man pounding her from behind was thrusting so hard and fast it was causing a slapping sound as his body met hers. Suddenly he stopped though and pulled out, “that was just the warm up for me, I wonder if you’ve ever been fucked in the ass? Well I hope you’re an anal virgin and this hurts like hell!!!”

Arianna heard those words and gasped into this man’s cock, she hadn’t had anal sex before, she had always thought the idea of it sounded painful. A few boyfriends had asked if she would do it, closest they came was one boyfriend fingered her ass as a test and she told him to stop. But she felt this homeless man press the tip of his cock against her ass hole and felt him forcing it inside her with only the previous man’s cum and her pussy juices as lubricant. “Fffffuuuuuuck she’s tight!!!! I haven’t had an ass this tight since I ass raped my 14yo niece!!!”

He finally had managed to get the tip in and was pushing it deeper into Arianna’s virgin ass. It was total agony of Arianna and all she could do was scream her muffled cries while the other man used her mouth. After what felt like an eternity the man finally felt his cock was in deep enough and started thrusting. Such was the tightness of Arianna’s ass he wasn’t getting much movement in and out but was just loving feeling her ass clench on his cock. He gave her ass cheeks a few good spanks causing her to squeal while the man who was using her mouth had got so turned on by her ass rape that he had started face fucking her and could feel his orgasm coming. “Fuck yes man!!!! Rape her ass hard while I cum in her pretty mouth!!!!” As he said that he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock as deep as it would go inside of her and shot his load of cum in her mouth causing her to cough and gag as she choked on his seed flooding her mouth and down her throat.

Turned on even more by the other man’s face fucking of her, the man ass raping her felt his balls about to explode while she choked on cum. “Fucking hell, fuck yes take my cum in your asssssss!!!!” With that his cock exploded with a torrent of cum inside her giving her an anal creampie as the man face fucking her kept jerking more squirts of cum in her mouth. Finally they both pulled their cocks out almost at the same time leaving cum dribbling out of her ass while she coughed up the cum the other man had forced in her mouth.

The remaining men were furiously jerking, they couldn’t wait their turn to fuck this Asian beauty….

[overly-distressed-mouse]

Putting in my own 2 cents, these are all things I've done personally that have worked for me, but you know your situation, I do not, so keep in mind not all of this is guaranteed to work for you.

- If you can manage to collect enough change, gas stations usually have small "travel" packs of Band-Aids, tampons, pads, Advil, Tylenol, after bite, tissues, etc. for a few dollars at most. These travel packs, especially the bandaids and menstrual products, are an absolute life saver. They're small enough to stash away and can be pretty versatile if you're willing to get creative with it

- If you can, try to go for walks every night. Is it dangerous? Yes, but it's also easier to hide away if you need to. Obviously do this with so much caution, I can't tell you how many times I was followed home by dangerous men on the street. Alternatively, go during the day when there's a lot of people out, whichever works best for you. Along that same line, if you're able to safely and without suspicion, volunteer to go on grocery runs for your parents. Both going on walks and grocery runs give you a chance to get to a store to buy anything you might need, this is how I bought my menstrual products

- On the topic of menstrual products, I pretty much wasn't allowed to have a period. There had to be zero indication at all times of the fact that this was something that I experienced. If this sounds familiar you can use old gift bags, grocery bags, etc. to dispose of things temporarily until you have a chance to properly throw things out. This can also be used for other things

- Personally one of my abusers liked to give me gifts instead of apologies. This usually came in the form of iced tea. If you also have access to bottled drinks, try to sneak to the bathroom or kitchen at night to rinse out the bottles, and you can use them to stash away water

- When opening cabinets, try to pry one of your hands slowly into the gap of the door on top and the other on the bottom, it keeps things quieter

- When getting water from the tap, position it to fall onto the side of the bottle/cup/whatever, not the bottom. It's quieter

- If your abuser is actively trying to take your phone or you suspect they're about to and you don't have time to hide it, I hid mine in my bra. If you're a good enough liar, they'll be pissed off when you tell them you don't know where it's gone, but at least you'll have your phone in case you need to call someone

- If you have adhd or are just generally forgetful and they're aware of this and will accept it as an answer, you can "misplace" things as often as you need to (seen in action in the tip above this). Generally it's frustrating to them but they can't do much about it besides be mad

- If you have a pantry full of things people don't check/use often (for example, mine usually had a bunch of cans and stuff stashed away in the back untouched), you can stash snacks back with those things until you can go back and get them (do this sparingly though)

- Going to "take a shower" gives you an opportunity to make noise in the bathroom (for example, if you need to eat something but it's in a wrapper that'd be loud). Turn on the shower, stand as far from the door and as close to the water as possible, and do what you need to. Don't forget to wet your hair though

- If you can't shower, wash your hair in the sink, and you can use rubbing alcohol to kill bacteria where you sweat the most

- If you were left to cook a lot, another opportunity to sneak food

- Keep in mind that calling CPS might not necessarily be an option. They usually don't do anything and more often than not only make things worse. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. IF YOU HAVE A LOVED ONE IN AN ABUSIVE SITUATION. DO NOT CALL CPS WITHOUT AT LEAST CONSULTING THEM FIRST. YOU COULD ENDANGER THEM MORE.

- Schools usually have paper bag lunches for kids without them, take advantage of this. Take the food. Take the bag.

- Mirrors, clocks, paintings, and posters. Basically if it's hung up on your wall, you can probably hide any papers you need or anything equally thin behind it. Tape it to the back if you have to

- If you live with a small child, please please please mind what you say. Don't let your guard down just because you're watching them or whatever. Children talk, a lot, and have no filter and no sense of what might not be information that's safe to share. Even if you're talking to yourself planning out something, assume they're hearing you and will tell your abuser about it. That said, remember that they likely have no ill intent. It isn't their fault, it isn't anyone's fault, it's just how kids are, and it's up to you to be aware of and accommodate that

And I know this has been said 1000x before but just stay safe. Please. I promise it is not forever

hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak