#aka daddyyyy

[fairyluffy]

Naruto 30 day challenge

day 17: favourite kage- gaara

[sweetlolitah]

You can be the boss daddy…

[stillwooozy]

Ok here is my lemon fanfic headcanons that no one, ever, asked for & no one should ever ever read

Eren & Levi both think they are ‘vers tops’ but really they are both 100% ‘vers bottoms.’ Like they pretend they want to be giving, they act like that is their goal - but really they each enjoy being on the... recieving end a lot more. They dont even enjoy being ‘power bottoms’ either, its just a constant battle of who can ‘convince’ the other to bottom because the like the IDEA of being dominant, but baby... they really aren’t dominant. they’re very confused to say the least.

Levi is the guy who is into twinks but hates it about himself because he never wants to be a pedophile. In a modern au he’d be the grindr guy who 100% asks every 18-20 yr old twink he hooks up w/ to show him their ID - he needs proof they aren’t 16-17. And its not hes even doing it to avoid legal repercussions, hes just disgusted by the idea of hooking up w/ a minor... but... this unfortunately means he admits to himself he is attracted to 16-17 year olds. Whoops. also i headcanon that he was molested as a kid, and hes convinced himself his attraction to young guys is because of this, and he HATES this about himself. Regardless or not if its true, makes him really sensitive & actually really kind person in bed cuz he’s constantly afraid of abusing power. Oh and if i were to pick a tribe he’d 100% be a ‘daddy’. Dapper/sophisticated older guy, pretends to be dominate, likes taking care of his partner/etc, but is stoic/blunt & doesnt take shit. hes educated but not geekily so. He’s super fit/in shape but not “lean” by any means, so ig a fit/functional “dad bod”.. like i just see Levi caring about the functionality of his body, not counting calories & cutting so his abs are cut. Like maybe ~20 yr old levi was a jock but 30+ levi is just fit-average. Daddy Levi jfc

Tribe wise... Eren THINKS he is twunk, reality is he’s a lanky otter. Like 18-21 yr old Eren was a twink, 100%, but 25+ eren is an ‘otter’. He’s pretty lean & tall, kinda lanky, body hair (i mean look at Grisha and Zeke, its genetic) Tries to shave & stuff but always kinda scruffy and looks like a hobo. Mr. man bun but only cuz hes too lazy to cut his hair, he would not care enough to be a hipster or geek or whatever. This is 100% a projection of my own desires but - i honestly don’t think Eren has a set “type”, he likes people that challenge him & are stronger/smarter than him but regard him as their equal. Another self-insert headcanon but, i think he prefers men & tends to lean to slightly older/stocker/more fit ppl like Reiner and Levi, but he’s also bi and will fall for a girl if they can meet him & challenge him were he is at? (Aka Historia) unfortunately, eren is unstable and unconciously enjoys “mental battles” between him and his partner, which is horrible - but he really would do anything for you.

So yea. Eren: ‘vers bottom’ disguised as ‘vers top’, otter that thinks hes a twunk, homo-flexible & prefers stocky/fit people who can and will challenge him mentally/physically

Levi: same deal (vers bottom who thinks he’s more of a top), daddyyyy (xoxo), his type is just Timothy Chalamet & he hates himself for it

Also i 10000000% acknowledge that 1) tribes are bullshit and as a mostly-gay guy im constantly working on... overcoming? The need to label and objectify myself. And 2) top/bottom is also bullshit, but people can lean to one side? Of course it can all depend on context too, and ya know, normal people, not-fanfic-characters, tend to mix it up.

I dont/cant/wont ever write a smut fanfic but... come on watch some “home video” gay porn if not a gay/bi guy idk... its just always so unrealistic? I read soo much gay fanfic when i was 11-13 and tbh, although i think it is wayy better than only watching porn at that age.. it gave me some weird expectations. Like the huge bottom/top discrete categories are not... realistic? AND a lot of stuff just... doesnt work that way. No more info or its tmi. Anyways as most ppl know, sex is really just overall disgusting & awkward & embarassing and can even stinky and painful (okay thats just my own problems) jfc ive wrote all this just to avoid studying kill me now thanks

[starrystarker]

five times that peter parker succeeded in seducing older men, and one time that he didn't

i rewrote this three times which is why this took so long i'm sorry :(

part one here :) part three here :)

contains: daddy kink, crossdressing (i think), blowjobs, um they make out and stuff 😳, no beta we die like men, minimal plot maximum porn

part two: stephen strange aka doctor strange

***

Peter felt way too exposed in this outift. Actually, a lot of him was covered, it was just very... scandalous. For a lack of a better word. But it had to be done. Any other look other than absolutely scandalous would foil the plan. He supposes it's because Dr. Strange has a lot more self-control and needs to pull out the big guns, so to speak.

Peter walks out into the living area, mock-sneaking-out. Stephen is there, as planned. He never thought he'd be marching right at the doctor, wearing a pink crop top with "BABY SLUT" emblazoned on the front. But hey, there's a first time for everything.

"Peter?" Stephen asks, eyebrow raising. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh-" Peter starts before being cut off.

"-especially dressed like that?" The doctor continues.

"Um- out?" Peter says, the sentence coming out as a question. Just playing the part of innocent and naive Peter Parker. "I'm meeting someone."

Stephen stands, and Peter backs up a few steps on instinct. "No." The older man says, meaning to leave no room for argument. He looks like he wants to go over there and tear those clothes off of Peter, but whether it's because he wants Peter, or he wants those clothes off, he doesn't know. Stephen sits back down.

"N- What?" Peter says incredulously. God, he should be given an Oscar for this. "You're not in charge of me, Doctor."

"You're right. I'm not." Stephen says calmly. "But no man in their right mind would let a boy go out like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Peter scoffs, crossing his arms. He catches the way the doctor's eyes linger at the inch of skin that the action reveals.

"You're a smart boy. Should be able to figure it out," Stephen says nonchalantly.

Peter huffs and stomps (in the heels) towards the door, and as his hand lands on the door handle, the doctor is suddenly in front of him. They're about arm's length apart, and Peter steps back a little when he finds that he has to look up at the older man because he's this close.

"No, Peter. You're not going anywhere dressed like that." Stephen reiterates, face a mask of calm.

Peter takes two steps forwards, backing Stephen into the wall, really tilting his head up to look at the doctor. His body is almost flush against the older man's, and he vaguely wonders whether his hardon can be seen through the fabric of his booty shorts.

"Make me." Peter smirks, hooking a leg around Stephen's as if it's a pole. He uses that to pull the doctor closer until he's sure that his crotch is pressed right up against the older man's thigh.

Stephen raises an eyebrow again, and pushes Peter back, hard, until the boy's back is against the wall, hitting it with a thump and Peter's soft unf.

"Make me?" Stephen asks rhetorically, arms straight out to the wall, hands by Peter's neck. Enclosing him, almost. "Who were you going to meet?"

Peter doesn't reply as he stares into Stephen's eyes and reaches a hand downwards towards the older man's crotch. He's hard, Peter thinks.

"You're hard, Dr. Strange." Peter giggles, licking his top lip, watching Stephen track the movement. "Can I suck you off?" he asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

Peter's impressed that up until this point, the doctor had been totally calm. But now- now Stephen's façade is crumbling.

"Or you can fuck my mouth?" Peter whispers, going on his tiptoes to press a light kiss to the corner of Stephen's mouth. He hears a low growl and suddenly they're on his bed, the doctor on top of him. Peter's completely naked save for his plain black panties. The one with a little bow on the waistband.

Stephen is completely dressed, except his pants are pulled down to his knees and his fully erect cock is out. "You want me to fuck your mouth, baby?" the doctor says, voice hoarse. God, Peter is drooling at the sight of that dick. It's an average length, but it's thick, so thick. Peter gapes at the sight.

"Yes, please-" Peter whines, and Stephen is turning, his cock in Peter's mouth in a second, the fatness of it forcing Peter's jaw open wider and wider and wider. He blushes at the filthiness of this, how the doctor's ass is on his face, dick in his mouth, face right on top of his own cock.

"You like taking my cock, baby?" Stephen grunts, fucking Peter's mouth with short thrusts. The boy doesn't reply, can't reply, as he starts to drool around the fat cock in his mouth. "You like it, don't you? I see you, drooling all over my cock, like you're hungry for it. You feel so good, babyboy," Stephen groans.

Peter moans a little, feeling the doctor's cock hit the back of his throat, and chokes. His throat is constricting around the dick in his mouth, and it's good, it's so good-

"Look at you, choking on my cock, such a good boy," the doctor grunts, pulling his dick out slightly. "Look at you, letting me fuck your face like this."

Peter whimpers as Stephen lowers himself down again, this time fucking his mouth quickly. "I'm coming-" and the doctor shoots his load into the boy's mouth. He slowly pulls his cock out and turns back around to face Peter. The boy is slack-jawed, drool everywhere, his hair an absolute mess. "Daddy-" Peter whimpers, and Stephen fucking chokes.

"You want me to be your Daddy, babyboy?" Stephen asks, pulling the both of them to sit upright, Peter on his lap. He barely feels the weight; the boy is light.

"My Daddy," Peter says deliriously, looping his arms around Stephen's neck and kissing him. He leans forward with his mouth open, and that's how their mouths make contact. Peter whines as they exchange open-mouthed kisses, and humps at the doctor.

"Your poor little cock, baby." Stephen coos as he humps at Peter's crotch. Hearing the soft "unh, unh, unh"s of the boy makes Stephen willing to go to Hell.

"Daddy, I- I-" Peter whines, cutting off at a particularly rough thrust from Stephen. "Can you make me cum, Daddy?"

"Can I make you cum?" Stephen mutters, more to himself than to Peter. "Of fucking course I can make you cum."

"Please, daddy? 'M- 'M so hard, it hurts-" Peter moans. Stephen starts humping at Peter's crotch, fast and unrelenting, and soon enough Peter's telltale whimpers and whines of "Daddy"-

"-Cumming, I'm cumming- oh, oh, oh-" Peter breaks off with a long moan, cumming in his panties. Stephen doesn't want to forget the look on Peter's face when he cums. The black panties that the boy is wearing are completely soaked. He peels them off gently, fingers sticky with Peter's fluids. The cute hairless cocklet that greets him has the doctor speechless. He traces a finger down from the base and draws a little gasp from Peter.

"So sensitive, baby," Stephen murmurs. "It's okay, I'm gonna take care of you."

The doctor leans down and takes the little cocklet in his mouth gently. He suckles at the tip, almost like sucking at a pacifier.

"O-Oh, Daddy!" Peter moans, his tiny cocklet spurting out drops of precum. Stephen doesn't reply as he takes the entirety of the boy's pink cocklet into his mouth, and continues sucking.

"Daddy! Oh, oh- unhhh-" Peter gives no warning as he spills into Stephen's mouth. The doctor vaguely wonders how many time Peter can cum just like this.

"It'sso good, s'good, unh, unh, Daddyyyy-" Peter moans, cumming again. "I- I can't, I can't,"

Stephen switches tactics. "Do you wanna fuck Daddy's mouth, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy, please-" Peter whispers, and then he's being lifted up, above Stephen, then put down, ass on the doctor's face. Peter bounces up and down, fucking his cocklet into Stephen's mouth, and it's so hot. His head is thrown back, face flushed a lovely pink, moans and whimpers falling from his lips, ass bouncing up and down on Stephen's face.

"I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm cumming-" Peter wails, plopping his ass right down on Stephen's face, and he can't breathe. The thought of him being suffocated by this boy's ass, together with how his own cock has been rubbing at his pants, makes him cum, pretty much untouched.

Peter launches off of Stephen's face as he realizes what he's been doing. His face flames as what just happened hits him.

"Hey." Stephen says softly. "It's okay. It's okay." He leans forward to kiss Peter chastely. "What do you think about a bath?"

Peter beams up at the doctor. "I think that sounds great."

"Good." Stephen says, looking at Peter, who's positively glowing. He hands the boy a damp towel to wipe the stickiness off, then heads to the bathroom to run a hot bath.

"Peter, get in." Stephen calls. "You're already naked."

Stephen stands in the middle of the ridiculously large bathroom as Peter walks in, hands covering his crotch, looking like a little deer caught in the headlights. The boy's blush extends all the way from his cheeks to the light trail of hair below his belly button. Absolutely gorgeous, Stephen thinks.

"No need to be shy," the doctor says, and Peter blushes even harder, refusing to look him in the eye. Nonetheless, the boy steps into the ridiculously large bathtub (enough room for 4, Stephen dares to say, no doubt for Stark's escapades) and inhales quickly at his feet touching the hot water. He soon gets used to the temperature, however, and lowers himself down to soak in the water, closing his eyes. He hears the rustling of fabric and opens his eyes to find Stephen undressing, back towards Peter.

Peter finds himself mesmerized by the lines of the older man's back and how the muscles stretch and move as he takes off his shirt. Finds himself staring as Stephen slides off his trousers, revealing thick, strong thighs and toned calves. He wonders if this is what heaven feels like.

"As much as I would love for you to continue staring, I do want to get in that tub." Stephen chuckles as he strips off his boxers, watching Peter blush a bright tomato red.

"It's alright." Stephen murmurs, stepping into the tub, sitting beside Peter. "I love it when you blush like that." Which makes Peter blush. Again.

They sit in comfortable silence until Peter suddenly lunges at the doctor, climbing on top of him and kissing him. It's absolutely filthy, the boy's tongue practically assaulting his mouth.

When he finally pulls away to take a breather, Peter finds Stephen hard again.

"Don't mind me," the older man says, reading Peter's mind. "Keep going."

So Peter keeps going, kissing at Stephen's neck, his collarbone, his hair. Eventually, he realizes that the doctor's just sitting there, sans reaction, other than his erection nestled right in between Peter's ass.

"Don't worry," Stephen murmurs again. "I'm just transfixed by your beauty."

"Transfixed by my beauty, huh?" Peter teases. "I bet you say that to all the twinks."

"Would you like me to compile a list of things I admire about you?" Stephen asks lightly, almost jokingly but not quite. Like he would do it if Peter asked. "I'll start with your physical beauty, then." the older man says, flipping them around so he's on top.

"Your hair. God, your hair," Stephen groans, kissing the top of Peter's head. "It's like a halo. These fluffy chestnut curls will be the death of every man. And every woman."

Stephen moves lower. "Your eyes. I've never found the colour _brown _to be particularly beautiful," he stops and chuckles to himself. "But your eyes. Gorgeous. A gorgeous chocolate honey whiskey colour. Utterly dazzling."

"Chocolate honey whiskey doesn't sound very appetizing," Peter jokes.

"Oh, but it is," Stephen says darkly, then brightens. "Your lips. How do I even start?"

They were in that tub for quite a while.

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[catharrington]

Been dreaming of a small Au. Older Steve who forgoes college to work at a local zoo or sanctuary around Indiana. They are not big but they have their own share of animals including goats for a petting zoo, a donkey and horse that was rescued from a circus, a whole area of outside bird cages with eagles and owls, some local reptiles that schools love to visit and teach about, and a small pack of wolves.

Steve decides that he wants to take care of others but was never one for the gore of nursing, so he applied to be a keeper and was given the job of cleaning the wolf enclosure. He cleaned it diligently while listening and learning from the keepers who took care of the wolves.

Eventually he gets a promotion? To start helping feed the wolves more hands on. Cue Steve struggling with buckets of meat lol.

Steve realizes he loves and feels a want to protect these wolves just like how he babysat the kids and it makes him so happy to have found something he cares about that he can do for a living.

Billy is still living in town as a struggling musician playing gigs as he can get them. Thankfully with his Camaro he can travel out of town and into larger cities so he isn’t without work. He just doesn’t get paid or tipped for shit.

Steve and Billy because friends after Billy was released from the mind flayer and rescued by El and Hopper. Yeah he’s not dead thanks. They relate with the struggles of living in a shitty small town and dealing with fighting monsters.

They don’t see each other much and that’s okay because Steve has to hide how he likes likes Billy ;) but Billy visits when he is in town. He knows to come to the wolf enclosure. And even tho he won’t tell Steve he loves to watch him at work. Mutual thirst and not saying anything because what he’s not gay that’s weird to ask.

Robin is still Steve’s friend so she’s been very helpful in realizing that he’s bisexual and that’s okay but also don’t force yourself on straight people, dingus.

Jump to the conflict I’d love some big wig marketing company coming down and trying to rebrand the sanctuary into something it isn’t. They want to remodel it only for children and make it more hands on about learning and models and charts.

Steve questions does that leave room to actually see the animals? And the big wig says some animals are not great for children. They want to condense and focus on their strengths.

Aka the big animals have to go.

Like the wolves.

Steve is taken a back. These are all rescued animals that have no where else to go you can’t just pull the plug on them because a kid can’t pet them? The big wig says they will release them into the wild where they can live their life fully. But these wolves have never been in the wild they don’t know how to hunt or mate like a wild wolf they would die for sure.

Steve tries to tell everyone but they all don’t listen because sure the wild sounds like it would be nice. There is the older man who taught Steve all about the wolves who agreed it’s dangerous but he has no fight and just lets them decide without him.

I’d love to see Steve hopping around to the sanctuary owner, the wolf keeper, and the big wig getting flustered and stuttering but demanding to be listened to. It all falls on deaf ears tho.

Steve is meeting up with billy for drinks one night and he jokes about kidnapping the wolves and taking them to a better place but it’s a joke. Billy sees that this means so much to Steve so he tries to come up with something else.

Billy tells Steve about he heard that the land might be up for sale and that’s why the owner is rebranding so they can get enough money to not go bankrupt. Steve is confused about how Billy heard of that but he takes it at face value.

They look into it with Hopper who is still sheriff and for sure the sanctuary is almost upon foreclosure, they haven’t been paying their bills and Hopper knows about it because some people have reported that they haven’t been paying their workers.

Steve is heartbroken. He thought the place was heaven but not so much. Steve gets another idea to buy the sanctuary out from the owners and run it much better. But that would still cost thousands of dollars and Steve doesn’t just have that laying around.

Firstly he tries to get it from his parents and that doesn’t work because his dad says he should be working harder if he wants that money. And these wolves are just dogs just pets who cares what happens to them.

That makes Steve angry but he doesn’t know what to do. Even with loans and his stashed savings he doesn’t have half the money. He asks around the sanctuary and no one can donate much. And some people are hateful and don’t want to donate.

Some people even report to the big wig uUgh cue this ass hole being mean to Steve and pushing him around, gross old man get your hands off me and shit.

Steve just won’t give up tho he has to fight for his wolves!

Billy has his own plan to get money for Steve. He has some savings and plans to get money with a show dedicated to the sanctuary. But Billy has a secret. He’s got a sugar daddyyyy

This older man who books gigs for a bar outside of Hawkins promised Billy steady work and good pay for a good time. Billy agreed be sure he needed the work and the man isn’t bad looking. Salt and pepper hair and he takes care of himself but almost to an egotistical way. He reminds Billy a little of how he doesn’t want to turn out.

Billy mentions it to him that he would like to do a fundraiser instead of a typical gig and the man shoots it down. Saying that’s some kid friendly crap no one would care about. It wouldn’t make money.

Billy gets angry and says that it’s not about making money. The sugar daddy says isn’t it all about that, that’s why they are together for the money. Billy jumps to cutting their relationship off. He tells him to shove it and shove his shitty bar.

In hindsite Billy is pissed at himself for cutting it off but it was about time. If he was serious about his music he couldn’t have anything holding him back. Except who he wanted to grow with and help. That’s Steve baby.

Billy reaches out with the kids who are now much older and organizes a show for raising money for the sanctuary. They rent out the movie theater that is almost extinct and get all of Billy’s equipment and a small stage set up inside.

Steve is taken aback with how much the kids and Billy, who until then Steve thought still hated them, have worked to make this great.

Now they just needed the people. And they rally the town like Joyce to hand out flyers at the store and Hopper to go around and hang posters. The kids plaster the school with posters and even tho they are nerds Billy is just popular enough of a musician that other kids agrees to go.

Omg now it’s epic show time. The kids suggested the movie theatre because it’s old and cheap but also with the classic projecter screen they recorded and clipped together some film of Steve and the wolves in the sanctuary. Mostly the wolves but we can’t help but to film cute Steve with such a bright smile. What if Billy confessed his love for Steve after the last song right behind the big red curtain uwu

The raise lots of money and buy the sanctuary and pay all the workers and keep all the animals and shit it’s a happy ending.

Ugh I might write this thanks for coming.

[goddessofthundathighs]

I. O’SHEA THE INSATIABLE

Evan, aka Disappointment #3 in O’Shea’s phone, panted over her, sweat dripping onto her face. The bed shook and the headboard clapped loudly against the wall. His eyes were screwed shut, his breathing heavy and his grunts gorilla-like. O’Shea looked out from under his arm into his slim floor-length mirror. Her face was of pure disappointment. This was punishment dick. She was punishing herself with weak dick because she'd scared away another real prospect, Damien Jones. Damien was 6’2, chocolate with tattoos, a bright smile, a good job, and better taste in shoes. All of those things rarely came together well. It was smooth sailing until she let Bennie out of the cage. Who was Bennie? Bennie was the unquenchable demon between her thighs. She remembered that fateful night in vivid detail.

“Wait, wait!” the man called out in a panicked voice. He and O’Shea had been going at it for almost two hours and after 5 Earth-shattering orgasms, she was still begging him for more.

“You gotta calm down babygirl. Give me a second, dick machine broke.”

“What you mean broke?” she inquired, crossing her arms over her chest. “We haven’t seen each other in two weeks, Damien. The dick machine should be primed and prepped for go time.”

“It was, two hours ago. You gotta let me rest.” She groaned in exasperation as her small body flopped back down against her satin pillowcase.

“Daddyyyy,” she whined in the innocent voice she knew he couldn’t resist. “Just let me suck it one more time and I promise I’ll be done.” He raised one eyebrow, not sure if he believed her or not, but quickly lost that train of thought once he felt her tongue licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft. That one little action lead to two more hours and countless more orgasms until he pinned her to the bed to stop her from touching him again.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you girl, but you dangerous.” She only giggled in response, knowing that it was no longer her that was running the show. Bennie had been present and accounted for ever since he called her his little nasty bitch as she sucked him off on the drive back to her house. As they pulled up to her place, Damien let out a heavy sigh puffing his cheeks as he released himself in the back of her throat.

“Yo, we gotta cool off for a minute,” Damien stated once the car had stopped moving.

“Why?” O’Shea questioned, thoroughly confused.

“You’re a real cool girl with one of the dopest personalities I’ve encountered in a while, but your sex drive is way too damn high and if I’m being honest, it’s a little unattractive.”

“Unattractive?! Most niggas would kill for a woman to serve pussy up on a silver platter anytime and anyplace.”

“Yeah, but I’m not most niggas. See you around.” With that, he sped off into the California sunset, leaving O’Shea somehow even more horny than before.

Evan finished with a loud grunt, spilling himself into the condom. Finally, O’Shea thought to herself. Before she could fix her lips to ask him to drive her home, he was asleep, passed out beside her like he’d just worked a 15-hour shift at a Nissan plant. Shea rolled her eyes as she pulled her clothes back on and waited for the Lyft back to her apartment. This would definitely be their last encounter.

--

“Why you so uptight?” Skylar asked O’Shea as she drug her feet into the toy shop. Dr. Skylar Greene was an expert in the female anatomy and owned the biggest adult toy store in California. She’d hired O’Shea to be the creative director to her new sex toy line.

“I’m just sick of whack niggas delivering whack dick. I haven’t had a decent orgasm in months and it’s not from lack of trying.”

“Have you seen a therapist?”

“I’m not crazy, Sky.”

“No one said you were. Here, go see my best friend. If he can’t cure you, then you’re a lost cause.” With that, Skylar handed Shea a business card and wandered to the back of the store saying something about inventory. O’Shea twirled the card in her hand for a bit before sticking it in her pocket. She’d make an appointment later.

Before Shea knew it, it was almost midnight and she was still huddled at her design table in the back of the shop. Skylar had liked the idea of a ribbed toy so much that she had her start designing the prototype asap. She yawned and stretched before grabbing her purse and keys and heading out the door, sure to lock up behind her. Morning came and she found herself still in the clothes she wore to work the previous day. After a quick shower and the rest of her morning rituals, she fished the business card out of her jacket pocket and dialed the number.

“Dr. Stevens’ office, how can I help you?” a young woman called from the other end of the receiver. O’Shea took a deep steadying breath before speaking.

“Yes, my name is O’Shea Powell and I’d like to make an appointment.”

“Oh, yes, Ms. Powell. Dr. Greene has already spoken to Dr. Stevens and if you’re free this afternoon, he has a 1:00 appointment slot open.” Gee, thanks Sky.

“That’s perfect, I’ll be there.”

“Alrighty, Ms. Powell. See you this afternoon.” With that, O’Shea sauntered to her closet to find something to wear. She settled on a black bandeau top with black leggings and her black So Kate Louboutins. She completed the look with tan duster and her black Prada sunglasses. She wanted to look sexy, but not desperate. She followed the directions to his office, noting that it was approximately 10 minutes from the toy store. Guess these two really are close. She parked her Porche in the designated area before making the journey to the 11th floor. The secretary greeted her immediately.

“Ms. Powell?”

“Yes?”

“Good afternoon, I’m Harper, Dr. Stevens’ secretary. Dr. Greene is already inside and they’re expecting you.” O’Shea nodded and walked into the lavish office. It was decorated in all black with gold and white accents. African-themed art littered the east and west walls of the office while his degrees and photos of him and Skylar occupied the wall behind his desk. He sat atop the desk dressed in navy blue slacks and a white button up. A navy bow tie and navy Louis Vuitton loafers completed the look. His dreads were neatly braided to the back of his head and gold wired glasses adorned his face. Skylar had mentioned how good looking her best friend was, but she neglected to mention that he looked as though God and all of the angels handmade him, taking their time to make sure that he was perfect.

“Ms. Powell, nice of you to join us.” His voice caused an instant flood in her panties. It was deep and rich like bourbon. She smiled sweetly at him, before sending a look to Skylar. The two were definitely going to have a talk about this later.

“Well, I’ll let you two get to know one another. See you at work tomorrow, Shea,” Sky teased before sauntering out of the office. She knew she’d made the right decision in recommending O’Shea to Erik. He, like herself, was an expert in sex and the female anatomy and he just so happened to be single. She knew that if his treatment was successful, not only would Shea be saved from wack dick, but she’d also have a lifetime companion.

“So what brings you in today, Ms. Powell?”

“What, you mean Sky didn’t tell you?”

“Oh no, she did, but I’d like to hear it from your mouth.”

“Well, as of late I’ve been having trouble achieving orgasms. I know what I like and I know all of the things necessary to get me to that point, but nothing seems to be working. I’ve scared off all of my usual dick appointments because they say that my sex drive is too high and it’s unattractive, which I find absolutely ridiculous.” Erik nodded as she explained, occasionally writing things down in his notepad.

“Toys?”

“Tried almost every toy known to man, including ones I’ve personally designed.”

“What are your kinks, Ms. Powell? What turns you on?” O’Shea smiled a devilish smile before answering.

“Well, to be honest, I like a lot of things.”

“Elaborate.”

“Well, I like choking, dubious consent, saliva or spitting in my mouth and pussy, ddlg, voyeurism, edging and orgasm denial, collaring, face fucking, cream pies, blasphemy, and any and all forms of public sex just to name a few.”

“Blasphemy?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Being that inappropriate things turn me on, I’m super big on religion play, sex in church and sex while wearing religious paraphernalia.”

“Oh so you nasty nasty?” He inquired with a smile, his gold bottom canines peeking from behind his full bottom lip.

“You could say that.”

“And what about name calling?”

“Degradation can be very sexy when done right, Dr. Stevens.” He nodded with a smirk as he wrote more notes.

“So you like to be called a little nasty bitch and shit like that?” He asked, looking up from his notebook. It took all of her willpower not to moan out loud. There was something about the way her favorite pet name fell from his lips coupled with the way he looked at her that made her core heat.

“Y-Yes,” she replied, her voice much more shaky than she intended.

“Don’t get all shy now,” he teased. “You’ve already told me what a little nasty bitch you are, might as well keep talking.” His voice dropped an octave and O’Shea was ready to drop her panties. Though she knew he was triggering her on purpose, she allowed it.

“I’ve got something I want you to try,” he spoke, reaching behind him while still holding her gaze. “My cousin designed this toy in Wakanda. It’s been tested to make its user cum within the first 30 seconds of use when paired with this lubricant. I want you to use it and report back to me in a week, understand?”

“Yes Da— Dr. Stevens.” He chuckled, his voice still deep and seductive.

“I can be Daddy if you want me to be, Ms. Powell, but it’ll cost you.”

“Cost me what?” she inquired, completely turned on and close to cumming from just his conversation.

“You’ll find out if this doesn’t work for you,” he retorted with a wink and a sly smirk. “Until then, this is your prescription and I expect you to fill it. Each and every inch of it,” he said, placing his index finger under her chin to guide her gaze back to his.

“Can you do that for me?” She nodded.

“Words, Princess.”

“Yes, Dr. Stevens.” Her voice was soft and needy, a sure sign that she was close.

“Good girl,” he purred, ghosting his lips over hers. “See you next week. Harper, send in my next client,” he said into the intercom system, pulling O’Shea from her trance. She could already tell that this wouldn’t be the last she saw of the good doctor.

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[vampireskzz]

okay that was the last one bc it’s like 4am and um your princess is ty ty aka tired hehe but i love you daddyyyy i hope my asks weren’t too annoying

no no not annoying at all! 🥺

sleep well my love.