#i just if i didnt no um if i had asked for help and was honest with those around me about how i felt would i not be like alone now

[dudewithnoeyes]

𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒐 𝑿 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Warnings: slight fluff, slow burn, weed

Word count: 1,025 words

Synopsis: you and Nat spend yet another Friday night doing what you always do.. avoiding your hunger for each other.. and playing video games?

Note: feel free to leave pos or neg feedback/suggestions in the comments. Newer to writing so if I’m fucking up on something let a bitch knowwww

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

You looked up at the glow from the big box tv that sat on the entertainment center of your room in your parents basement

You took a long drag from your blunt before passing it up to Nat

“God you suck at this” you chuckled, blowing smoke in the other direction while grabbing the controller from Nat

“Yea lets see you try” she smirked looking down at you

You were sat on the floor, back leaning against the bed as Nat laid stomach flat on the edge of the bed facing the tv

You loved having nights like these with Nat. Ever since you joined the team last year you and Nat hang out almost every weekend

Thankfully you both are into a lot of the same stuff. Smoking weed, watching bullshit on tv, stealing alcohol and drinking it in your basement

“You have to hit it- oh shit okay go go go GO” “YES!” “YES YOU FINALLY DID IT” you both high five and collapse into a hug. You’d both been trying to beat the same level for an hour and FINALLY

As the hug ended your eyes caught each other

No words spoken just staring at each other, both on the verge of words falling out of your mouth

You quickly looked down trying to ignore the tension you had made

“So you wanna go see if your buddy’s working down at ceasers?” You hopped up off the floor

Ah ceasers, the shittest party store in a fifteen mile radius but the only one you guys had befriended the naive cashier

You and Nat weren’t above flirting or showing a little skin to get what you wanted

“You’re so right I’m sure him or Evan should be working tonight” Nat rolled onto her back. Staring up at your ceiling

You sat at your vanity, touching up your lipstick

Nat sat up on the edge of the bed and watched you from behind in the mirror

She watched as you lined your lips with the dark red lipstick

The way she felt towards you was something she didn’t even admit to herself most of the time

But it’s moments like this where she couldn’t help but feel the tension rise

Such a guilty pleasure. Her own best friend. She felt like such a creep with the way her thoughts turned vile

“Nat?” You snap her out of her haze

“Sorry I um. Can I borrow that?” She tries to play off her staring as that she just wanted to try a new lip color

“Yea, actually.. want me to help you?”

Nat really didn’t NEED your help but technically she didnt wear lipstick that often so she seized her opportunity

“Um yea”

you walk towards her pretending like you don’t notice her body tensing up

Nat sits on the edge of the bed and you climb into her lap

She slightly parts her lips to allow you to put the applicator on her lips

Nats eyes follow you, staring deep into your own

It was hard to not look back but you didn’t wanna mess up her lips.. on accident at least

As you finished her lips you pressed you own together to let her know she could do the same

“How does it look?” She smirked gazing at you with a sultry look

“Looks perfect” you smiled “what doesn’t on you” you whispered under your breath

You smirked at her and you both giggled

You smiled at her once again

“What?” She asked, finally done giggling and getting a more serious look again

“Nothing. Just admiring” you look down at her lips, drinking in the whole picture

She stayed quiet, liking the attention

Just as you felt your faces getting closer you saw the time on the analog clock behind nats head

10:38 pm

“Shit” you get up off her lap and grab your combat wedged black boots

Nat looks behind her at the clock. Her eyes slightly widen “damn it was just 7?” She grabs her boots and starts to lace them up

“Don’t worry Booker will let us in a minute or two past close” you say grabbing your mini backpack and swinging it over your shoulder

Nat furrows her brow “I’ve never been in past close… have you?” She smirked teasingly

Your face reddens a bit. Not because you’ve done anything with either of the cashiers but because it seemed like she’d be jealous or tease you.. and that was kind of hot..

You slowly turn to face her with a puzzled look “I have..” you might play into this for a second to see where it goes

Nats face light up a bit “and why did you go in there.. alone after close?”

You smirk “does it matter? I mean it seems like your already assuming the worst here”

Nat chuckles “it’s okay I’m not judging I just.. wondered”

You knew Nat would never judge you for your encounters but she is curious. You were the same way with her. Both a bit too intense about what the other was up to but you’d never admit that out loud

“I didn’t sleep with them. They’re both.. not my type”

Nat almost seems relieved but tries to hide it “you know I figured that but i wasn’t gonna judge”

“Andrew besides. I’d tell you if I hooked up with someone” you take a step closer

Nat stood up, done tying her boots “wait.. does that mean that you haven’t hooked up with anyone the whole time we’ve been friends.. cause you would’ve told me” nat smirked again taking a step closer to you

You looked jokingly annoyed and rolled your eyes “no. It just means that I use to not feel comfortable telling you. I’ve hooked up tons of times” you said unsure if you were trying to convince her or yourself

“Sure princess. Now let’s go” the pet names she gave you were cringey but hot

You both headed for the door ready to have another Friday night doing exactly the same bullshit you always do

Thank you so much for reading part one! I’m really hoping to have part two uploaded in the next two days

[harbingersglory]

Silently shaking your hand in butch who loves a pretty femme.

SHAKING IT VIGOROUSLY i love femmes sm femmes are literally so gorgeous sorry i hear someone mention them and i do Not stop talking. everyone please act shocked i went down the ningguang main to miko main pipeline.

[tomwaterbabies]

sorry if this comes off weird or anything but i wanted to say i’m so glad hugo is one of the characters u choose to cosplay because u fit him so well i’ve seen a handful of hugo cosplays and u just embody him (in my opinion). ur so hugo to me ok bye

did one of the kinnie accusers send you. be honest

[emilnikos]

out of curiosity where'd you go/what did you have to do to get your T prescription? we're the same age but I have no idea where to go or what to do! :')

okay so. the way I got it might be different from yours bc of where I live. I'm from Scandinavia and started the process of pursuing medical transition around 5 years ago. I have no idea how things work outside of my own country sorry 😔

The first thing I did was talk to my GP who then referred me to a psychiatrist who I talked to for roughly 5-6 months. I believe I received a diagnosis of Gender Incongruence but idk if that's still required bc again. That was 5 years ago.

From surface level research it seems that it's still a diagnosis but doesn't mention anywhere if it's still required. so. shrugs. My psychiatrist then referred me to the only clinic in the country who helps you with this kind of stuff (there is one alternative you can use if you have a postal adress in the capital, which I don't) And then I had meetings with a professional there twice a year (if I was lucky the waiting lists are loong. but on average it should be twice a year) until I turned 18.

When I turned 18 I was transferred from the kids unit to the one for adults. Then I had to have a conversation with Two More psychiatrists (with a half year gap in-between yes still only biyearly meetings) who would then discern if I was ready and prepared for medical transition (though sometimes it felt like they were testing if I was "trans enough" lmao) and then after that they finally referred me to an endocrinologist, who I met with to discuss the side effects and risks of testosterone. and then I got my prescription.

[aciddrattboyy]

(Dσɳ'ƚ) Kιʂʂ Mҽ Tԋɾυ ƚԋҽ Pԋσɳҽ

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "you were pissed that your boyfriend cheated on you and then had the audacity to ghost you after you confronted him about it. what better way to get that anger out than fucking his best friend"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Suna R. x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 2.3k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Adult Film]fingering, dirty talk(?), penetration, cheating(?), cucking, phone sex(?), exhibitionism(?) (characters are aged up) ★ Producer Notes: i dont condone cheating but like if someone told me they fucked their cheating bf's bsf i wouldnt judge also sorry for the osamu slander i was never a big fan of the miya twins bc i was too focused on suna so im sorry if i offend any miya stans </3

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you were pissed. you were beyond pissed actually. yeah, you were sad of course when you found out your boyfriend osamu had been cheating on you with some cheerleader from a neighboring college. but you were furious now that osamu had decided to ghost you after telling him you wanted to talk it out. it was pathetic and you were utterly offended. you were also upset with yourself, having not been able to see any signs that you had been dating scum of the earth. 

you know you couldve been the one to take the higher ground. just take his disappearance as the breakup and try to move on with the help of the people in your life that actually cared about you. but you just couldnt. he went low and you wanted to go much much lower. 

knock knock knock 

standing outside of suna’s townhome, you were growing a little nervous. there was a chance suna would push you away and go inform your cheating now ex-boyfriend. but you’ve seen the way suna looked at you. you weren’t stupid. everytime osamu dragged you to parties or hangouts with his friends suna always looked at you like he was fucking you with his eyes. you stood there, hands shoved in the pockets of your pajama pants as the cold night breeze swept over you. 

your body stilled when he opened the door, bare torso on display while a pair of grey shorts hung loosely at his hips. you could smell the faint scent of weed seeping out of his house. his hair was messy in the best way, green eyes narrowed at you slightly. you couldnt deny that he was attractive. but when you were still a loyal and doting girlfriend, no one else seemed as hot as your boyfriend. but things were different now. 

“hello?” sunas tone was indifferent, a bit raspy from whenever he was smoking. he craned his neck for just a moment, seeing if osamu was trailing behind somewhere. 

“suna i know you want to fuck me,” you blurted out, earning equally wide eyes from the man before you. he choked on his own spit, turning his head as he coughed. your face felt like it was on fire and for a second you regretted ever coming here. “im sorry i-” he was quick to put up a finger, silently telling you to wait as he got himself together. clearing his throat, suna stood up a bit taller with skepticism written all over his face. his eyes once again scanned over the area.

“are you confronting me?” suna had absolutely no clue what was going on. he half expected osamu to jump out of the bushes and knock him up just for not denying it. but he would be a liar if he did. it was true. he did want to fuck you and knew he could do so much better than osamu. but of course he didnt make any moves with the bro-code and all. 

“no im not,” you shook your head, sucking in a deep breath to try to calm yourself. “i have a um… proposal,” suna’s eyebrows quirked, the corners of his lips tugging into an intrigued smile. he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. 

“well,” you grew self conscious now, rocking back on your heels as you stared at the doormat. “osamu cheated on me and is now ghosting me after i asked to talk about it and to be honest im really pissed,” suna had to manually keep his features stoic even though he was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. he was sad for you of course, no one wants to get cheated on. he was mad at osamu for cheating on someone like you. but there was also this sick sense of pride, that you came to him. suna always knew he could be better for you and now you were at his doorway. you took in another deep breath, getting ready to spew out the words before you could take them back. “i want you to call osamu because i think he’ll pick up… and if he does,” you took a hand out of your pocket, nervously running it through your hair. “if he does i’ll let you fuck me,” 

the silence seemed to drag on forever. after your word vomit both you and suna had to take a moment to process the words you just said. you looked at sunas ever bland face and had no way of knowing what he was thinking. 

“so,” suna started, not able to hide the smug smile on his face. “you want me to fuck you with osamu on the phone?” he watched as you nodded slowly and could feel his dick twitch in his shorts at the thought. he would effectively being ending their friendship if he did that and maybe others. but the thought of being inside you was oh so enticing. “thats a little kinky dont you think,” sunas smile only grew when he saw how flustered you were getting. it was almost hard to believe you came up with that idea.

“will you do it yes or no?” you asked instead of answering his question. because he was right. it did sound a bit kinky and you didnt feel like trying to make sense of it right now. suna did use words to answer, instead pushing off of the doorframe and motioning for you to head in. letting out a shuddery breath, you walked in. your heart was beating like crazy when suna closed the door behind you, turning on a warm lamp before flopping onto the couch. you took off your shoes, awkwardly standing by the doorway. 

“so run this little plan of yours by me one more time,” he patted his hand on the cushion next to him, watching you with now hungry eyes. you sat on the edge of the couch, hands in your lap as you laid it all out on him. you wanted suna to call osamu and tell him he was fucking some random girl. you wanted to know if osamu would stay on the line. you wanted to know if he had any remorse for what he had done to you. you told suna you didnt want him to reveal it was you. that you would do the honors when you were ready. suna listened patiently, nodding along as the tent in his shorts grew with each word that left your pretty lips. “well if you want to do this we cant exactly fuck with you on the other side of the couch,” 

excitement and anxiousness coursed through your veins when suna motioned for you to come sit on his lap. he wasnt trying to hide the obvious bulge in his shorts now and the size of it made you just a bit nervous. you straddled his lap with a shaky breath, looking down between the two of you as he called osamu. he put the phone on speaker, turning the volume all the way up and tossing it onto the cushion next to him. 

his hands found their way to your hips as you both waited for osamu to answer, sliding them up and down your sides. 

“hey whats up?” 

your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his voice. anger once again rising up over the fact that he was going out of his way to ghost you but picked up the phone for his friend almost instantly. 

“not much, got a pretty girl in my lap right now,” sunas tone made your body feel warm all over. he got bolder with his touches, his fingers playing with the hem of your loose fitting shirt. “said she was a freak ‘n wanted me to call you so you could listen,” 

the laugh osamu let out was evil. you both could hear shuffling on his end while sunas hands moved further up. 

“no shit really?”

you licked your now dry lips as suna slowly pulled your top off, a low whistling leaving his mouth as he eyed your boobs. he was quick to grab at them. one hand groping one boob softly while the other pulled and pinched at your nipple. 

“yes really, shes got pretty tits,” he was quick to suck your now hardened nipple in his mouth, hips jerking under you. your breath grew ragged as you fought to stay quiet. you wanted osamu to hear you but you didnt want to be loud enough for him to know it was you just yet. he pulled off of your now wet nipple with a soft ‘pop’, his hands traveling down to grope your ass. “nice ass too,” he mused softly, looking at you with mischievous eyes as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs and gently laid you onto the couch. 

you looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he slipped your pajama bottoms off. something flashed in his eyes when he saw the pretty lace panties you had on. he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you but he decided against it for now. 

“how wet is she,” 

“ ‘m about to find out,” your face cringed at osamus words for just a second. because in the next, suna was smiling at you wickedly while he pulled your panties to the side. a low groan left sunas chest as he slid a finger over your already glistening folds. for a second, he forgot all about your plan, looking up at you with wide, lust filled eyes. “holy fuck youre soaked,” you turned your head away, face growing hot with embarrassment. but suna was quick to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him once again. “keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, licking his lips as he lightly pressed his finger onto your clit. 

the sound of shuffling on the other line was what brought suna back to the present and for a moment he felt a bit possessive, suddenly not wanting osamu to listen in anymore like a pervert. but he continued to play along.

“shes fucking beggin’ for it,” he said moreso to osamu as he slowly pushed a finger inside you. a soft hiss left his lips when he felt how tight you were, already clenching around him so well even if it was just one finger. at this point osamu wasn’t responding with words, his heavy breaths the only thing that could be heard. suna shrugged after a moment of waiting for a response, pressing a second finger inside your walls. you whined softly, eyelids fluttering as your hips twitched against him. he continued to work his fingers inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit in soft circles as the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers grew louder. 

“oh fuck i can hear her,” 

osamus voice was strained, no doubt affected by what he could hear over the phone. he was no doubt referring to the obscene noises coming from your dripping cunt while suna fucked his fingers into you. 

soft whines and heavy pants were all you could manage out, afraid of giving it away too soon. your hips bucked up towards sunas hand as he worked you closer to an orgasm. his dick was straining uncomfortably against his shorts and he was growing impatient. “shes about to cum all over my hand,” suna breathed out, it was getting hard for him to pretend he was enjoying transcribing what he was doing to his cheating friend. he didnt even know if he could call osamu a friend anymore. there was silence on the other end and suna’s brows furrowed when he thought he heard osamu moan. 

this was becoming harder for you to keep up, thighs trembling as you got closer and closer to release. you swore you were going to chew off your lip with how hard you were biting it. your eyes were screwed shut, hands clamping onto the couch and sunas arm. when he brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles and pressing into it, it didnt long for you to come undone around him, a strangled moan escaping you as your back arched off of the couch. 

“fuck she sounds hot,” 

“she is,” that flash of possessiveness punched through suna again as he continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm. something snapped in suna when he could hear what could be nothing other than osamu jacking off. he hastily pulled his cock out of his shorts, laying your thighs over his. his breath was ragged at he ran his tip over your slit, a groan leaving his chest when he nudged at yout fluttering hole. you whimpered, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. 

suna was growing frustrated with each noise you suppressed, he desperately wanted to hear you. wanted to hear you get fucked on his dick. he grabbed onto your hips roughly, pushing inside you with a shaky moan. fortunately for him, you were also growing tired of forcing yourself to stay quiet. you wrapped your arms around sunas neck, pulling him flush against you. both of you moaned when he bottomed up and finally being able to hear you almost made suna cum right then. 

but osamu ruined it, letting out a loud moan through the phone. suna, who had finally had enough, sat up and grabbed his phone. 

“i’m fucking your girlfriend,”

“wait wha-” 

he hung up, tossing the phone to the side and looking back at you. your eyes were wide as you watched, cunt still clenching around him. suna put his hands on your hips, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, earning a loud cry from you. 

“fuck- ‘m glad thats over with,” he began rocking into you slowly, eyes glued onto the sight of his dick disappearing inside you. “now i can hear all your pretty noises,”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[devotedsweetheart]

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: you find out caleb had been logging into your phone at random times of the day to keep track of who you were texting. frustrated, you call him to yell at him only to question what exactly he was doing on the other end.

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , phone sex , sub!caleb (per usual) , masturbation , cnc , use of y/n

a/n :: highkey got this idea from that one scene in twk when cardans kissing jude & telling her to say she hates him..🌝🌝

he had absolutely no right to be invading your personal space. absolutely none.

you were so fucking angry.

caleb was away on a trip with gran. usually, he would simply ask to check your phone, and you'd happily give it to him- knowing he means well. but with the shit he has been pulling, you're starting to question whether or not he really does trust you like he says he does.

you had found out that he was hacking into your phone because the device started acting awfully odd. opening apps you didnt click on, siri turning on without any context, letters on the keyboard being pressed when you never tapped on them in the first place. confused (and frankly a little scared), you took it to a professional to get it checked out. when he asked if anyone else had the password to your socials, thats when the realization dawned on you.

you felt so stupid. utterly dumb. but how were you supposed to know? you had told caleb about the issue multiple times and each occasion you mentioned it he would always say the same thing: "thats so weird, pips.. maybe you should go get it checked out or something." feigning complete innocence.

you had enough.

driving home as fast as you could, you barely reach the front door before you're calling him nonstop until he answers.

"hey pips! i missed yo-"

"you fucking liar."

there's a beat of silence at that. your breathing is heavy, going right into the mic- giving caleb an idea of what he's in for.

"um.. excuse me?" caleb manages, swallowing thickly. he knows exactly what you're going to yell at him for and he's praying to jesus christ himself that he can manipulate his way out of it.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about, don't try to play dumb. you've been going into my phone and looking through my shit. i thought you said you trusted me? what happened to that? i mean, seriously, caleb, i thought we had gotten over this." you say, voice pinched a bit higher than usual. you're pacing around the room in order to keep yourself calm, heart beating at a distressing rate as you don't like to argue with him.

"pips, i really don't know what you're talking about," he utters, licking his lips. "i know whats been going on with your phone has been messing you up, but you don't necessarily have to blame me for it. look, once i get back i'll help you figure out what's wrong with it just to prove that it's not me. deal?"

you can tell that he's trying his best to soften his tone to make his lie more believable, but you aren't gonna buy into it.

"no. no, caleb, just quit the act already. i'm so tired of this. i'll give you two choices," you say, sitting down on the couch; elbows on your knees. "either you stop with the whole hacking thing and we stay together, or i cut things off with you and we never talk again."

for a moment, there's nothing being said. pure silence. he's absolutely speechless on his end of the phone, mouth agape and eyes wide. every few seconds, he'd attempt to say something but nothing would come out- resulting in something that resembled a stutter.

"well? what's it gonna be?" you asked, becoming to grow impatient.

"y/n.." he whispered. "you.. you can't do that to me. i-.. i'm sorry for doing all that crap. i didn't do it because i don't trust you... it's other people that i don't trust. please believe me, baby. i can't stop doing it, it's just my way of keeping you safe."

aaaand now it's your turn to be shocked.

"are you fucking serious?" you yell, and you swear you can see the look on his face regardless if he's visible or not. eyebrows raised up, cheeks as red as roses, eyes backed up with tears. you know how much he hates being yelled at by you... but he deserves it. "you can't be serious. please tell me you're pulling some joke."

" baby, please. i-"

"enough. just quit it. i fucking hate you, caleb."

he swallows. no, practically gulps. he shouldnt be turned on by the sound of that. he really shouldnt. he knows he should be terrified by the threat of you leaving him... but the tent growing in his pants is getting undeniably uncomfortable that he just can't seem to care.

unzipping his jeans, he gently lays his back on his bed, being carefully quiet to ensure you don't hear.

"you're fucking insane and no matter how much i try to talk to you about it you never change. it is draining, caleb. you have absolutely no idea how fucked up you are."

he's nodding against his phone, murmuring small 'yeah's here and there to let you know that he's listening. what you aren't aware of is the fact that instead of really listening, he's actually moving his hand at an insane speed on his dick. it gets to the point that he can't even respond, the pleasure taking over. all he needs is for you to tell him how bad he is and how much you despise him for him to be able to go over the edge.

the fact that you don't even know whats going on keeps him going for even longer.

"...-is so frustrating, caleb! you don't even care for me and... wait, are you even listening? hellooo?" you shout, expecting an answer.

he picks up his phone from where it was sitting on his pillow and takes it off speaker phone to reply. "y-yes, baby? 'm sorry.. i'm, um, listening. keep talking." he responds, stuttering over his words.

you roll your eyes, thinking he simply just doesn't care. "my god, you're so fucking annoying. i hate you so much, y'know that?"

he nods hastily, even though you can't see it. "y-yes. say it again. please." the last word comes out broken as he was embarrassingly close to cumming.

you stop in your tracks, both eyebrows furrowed. "um..." you utter, confused at what he was playing at. "i... hate.. you..?"

"f-fuck!" he whisper-shouts, hips thrusting into his hand as he drops the device back onto where it was initially. he brings his previously free hand down to his cock to stroke the tip, twisting his wrists. biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood, he makes his best effort to keep little whimpers inside of his mouth. it works for the most part... but you already knew what was happening. he does it too many times for you to not know.

"caleb." you warn.

he doesn't answer, he can't answer, mind is too hazy from the force of his orgasm. he's practically like putty on his bed, half asleep and half awake.

"text me in the morning." you say before hanging up and throwing your phone on the bed.

he will not ever learn.

[godspeedpietro]

i see your "walker cooks for everyone and keeps track of everyones food preferences, including bob's favorite food brands", and i raise you:

bob wanting john to teach him how to cook. its not that he was previously incapable, its just never something he really dedicated himself to learning. his comfort foods never really required much cooking, and he never had a family to provide for, but now he's on this team, living with these people who contribute so much, and he just needs to feel like he's doing *something* more.

so one day, when john is cooking dinner, bob silently walks into the kitchen and just watches him working from the other side of the room. he keeps himself out of the way, but he carefully examines everything john does, trying to commit it to memory so that he can replicate the actions on his own.

and of course john notices that he's there. despite how absorbed into cooking he can get, he also immediately notices when people enter the kitchen so that he can prepare to bark at them to get out. that isnt normally necessary with bob, due to how he tends to keep himself out of the way, but he can feel that bob is staring at him, and it freaks him out. so, after a couple mintutes go by, john just turns to him and goes, "do you need something? why the hell are you just looking at me?"

bob, more shy now that john has actually spoken to him, stutters out; "i just- um, i wanted to watch you cook, because.. i want to learn. but i didnt want to ask you, because i know you dont like people in the kitchen, so im just trying to watch... im sorry."

and as bob turns to leave, john sighs - not out of annoyance, but resign. he stops bob from leaving and invites him in, offering to teach him about everything he's doing. it starts with bob just hovering around while john verbally explains everything, then eventually evolves into bob handing him ingredients and measuring things, up until they eventually start cooking side by side. as the days pass, they get into a good rhythm, and cooking together becomes the norm. it helps bob feel like he's contributing, and it makes john feel like maybe he hasnt completely fucked up his chances at having a decent relationship with bob after all.

[everlastingserenitys]

BOUND BY THE CROWN

summ. If you could take the prince, why not also take your loyal servant too?

pairing. caleb x reader x sylus cw. threesome, princess!reader, prince!sylus, servant!caleb, oral, p in v, fingering, kissing, tension, switch!caleb, light possessiveness, some grammatical issues, kinda competitive, u nd Caleb had something before sylus btw, belly bulging.. 3.3k wc (sighs..) a/n. um... you could tell I was feeling it, so why not try this out (out of pure horniness) also idk why there was too much before they started fuckin I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO GET THERE IM SORRY.. and kind of late post urghh

“B-but miss! What about the prince? Wouldn't he be on his way soon?” Caleb stuttered as he watched you unbutton his top, snaking your fingers down his fragile body as every delicate touch made his words come out in a broken speech.

“They told me he’d come tomorrow, so why don't we just-”

Three knocks interrupted your speech and you turned your head to the door, asking who was there. When nobody was responding you sighed, getting off of Caleb and walked towards the door.

Your fingers grab onto the door knob and in a quick movement you pull open the door, being met with your father who was staring down at you with a concerned look.

“Yeah…?”

“Turns out the prince will be on his way in a couple of hours, so get ready.” he said, peering his gaze to Caleb who was still sitting on your bed as he was fixing the buttons on his shirt.

“…And don’t want you to keep your servants in your room unless they’re going to clean.” He mumbled, turning away from you and walked back to his room.

You angrily shut the door and walked towards Caleb who was still toying with the buttons on his shirt. He looked up at you and before he could say a word you crashed your lips on his.

“Wh-” Caleb tried to speak but it was impossible when your tongue was shoved deep in his mouth, tasting every bit of him. Caleb felt you pressing yourself against him until his back plopped against the bed.

He grabbed onto the sides of your face, pulling you closer than he could, savouring every second he could with you.

You pull away to catch your breath and stare down at his eyes, panting as if you ran a marathon. Caleb brushed his thumb against your lower lip, and took this chance to talk to you.

“What did he say?” He mumbled, moving his thumb from your lips to under your eye, pressing against the corner of it as he patiently waited for your response.

“The prince is coming in a few hours.” You sigh, plopping your head against his shoulder. Caleb hummed, but it didn’t sound like he was understanding the situation, it just felt hollow and fake.

“I could help you get ready?” he asked, slipping his fingers through your hair as he pulled your head back to look at your pretty face. Your gaze adverts from his eyes to your closet and you eventually nod.

“That’d be nice.”

After an hour of deciding on a dress and getting your makeup and everything ready, you were already standing in the halls. Standing next to your father as you patiently waited for the double doors to open.

Each second felt like hours were going by, you kept glancing at the door and back at your father, hoping the doors could just open any second now, all you needed was to meet the prince, agree on the marriage then go back to your room.

Since Caleb—or any other servants, weren’t allowed in the main halls you had no idea what he was doing but hoped he was doing okay, and hoped it would still be possible to let him be with you once you meet the prince.

As time passed, a click was heard from behind the doors. You propped yourself up, fixing your posture and locked your eyes on the double doors that were opening up.

When the doors flung open, you were met with a beautiful man who walked in, wearing a nice outfit that really showed off his figure and made him shine.

He stepped towards you, the heels of his shiny shoes clicked at every step he took, eventually when the two of you were meters apart from each other, your father budded in, reciting his little script he made, and once he finished talking the man—who you soon found out was named Sylus—nodded and brought his hand in front of you.

You stare into his eyes, then back at the hand in front of you and hesitantly grab onto it, your frail fingers collided with his rough calloused hands and you gave it a quick shake.

“The wedding will be starting in a few days,” your father announced, then looked at you for a moment, “you can bring him to your room since we are still getting his room ready.” He shooed you and Sylus off and you sigh before walking towards your room.

When you reached the front of your room door you rested your fingers against the doorknob, hesitating to open it, a moment of silence passed and Sylus raised an eyebrow when you weren’t opening the door.

“Why aren’t you opening the door?” He hummed, leaning in closer, his large figure casted a shadow ahead you and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, meddling with yours.

He slid his hand against your arm, tracing it with the tips of his fingertips, and soon those same fingers reached your hand which was still resting on the doorknob.

“Are you hiding something in there, sweetie?” He whispered, pressing his hand on yours before pushing open the door. Your breath hitched when you winked open an eye and noticed Caleb resting against your balcony, staring at the view.

Caleb turned his head and his eyes widened, he propped himself off of the railing bowing down at you before slowly walking himself out of your room.

But you could feel the tension between the two men, with Caleb purposely shoving himself past Sylus, which was a risky move but luckily Sylus didn’t do anything except stare at him.

When the door clicked shut Sylus turned his head back to you and stared at you, a hint of mockery filled his eyes.

“Do servants usually stay at their princesses' room, waiting for her to come back to them?” Sylus teased, plopping himself on your bed and stared at you.

“No…but I’ve gotten used to it, with him at least.” The last few words came out in a low whisper which was loud to Sylus. A low chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded, closing his eyes as a hummed and unrhythmic melody.

“Are you both seeing each other?” He asked.

Caught off guard at the question, you glare at Sylus’ resting figure and scoff, “not that it matters to you.”

“Well aren’t we getting married? it would be weird if you were seeing someone while we’re together, don’t you think, sweetie?”

You roll your eyes and step towards the door. You held onto the door knob and looked back at Sylus who was still lying down on the bed, “I need the bathroom..” you mutter, opening the door open to be met with Caleb waiting against the wall.

You carefully shut the door behind you and stepped towards him, “what are you doing ou-”

“Are we still going to see each other?” Caleb asked, his violet eyes glistened at your figure, raking his gaze down to your dress which he put on you.

You sputter out random words, not sure what to say. You glanced at your surroundings and soon grabbed onto Caleb’s wrist, dragging him to your room.

You pressed your finger against your lip and pointed to Sylus’ figure which was still asleep on your bed. Caleb’s gaze followed your finger and glared at the sight, he rolled his eyes and followed you out to the balcony.

Once you both reach your balcony you close the door shut and rest against the railing as you stared out the view, Caleb muttered nonsense under his breath and soon stepped closer towards you, his shaky hands grab onto your cheek as he grazed his thumb against your jaw, tracing small patterns on it.

“Then could we have our last round tonight? I mean it's not like you're married right now..” he reasoned, you stare at the tainted glass door and then back at Caleb, a beat of silence passed as you were deciding on what to say and eventually you nodded.

Caleb chuckled and pecked his lips on yours. You giggle and pull away, walking yourself back in as Caleb follows you in. but the second you walked in you were met with Sylus, who was awake, rubbing his eyes as he sat up on your bed, as if he just woke up, but you knew he didn't.

“Sylus, your room should be ready by now…you can go now.” you say, strutting towards him as you watch him grin and nod, lifting himself off of your bed and stretching his arms. He plopped his arms to his sides and leaned in closer to you, his death piercing gaze stared down at you.

“Come show me where the room is,” he whispered, backing away and looking back at Caleb who was standing against the bed frame with crossed arms, watching the whole scene ahead of him.

You stare between the two men and sigh, walking yourself out the room. Sylus followed momentarily and so did Caleb. After a minute walk across the hall you stood in front of Sylus’ room and pointed to the door.

“This is your room, enjoy.” you slightly bow at him and Sylus’ fingers made their way to the top of your head and lightly patted on it. You grumble something incoherent under your breath and Sylus chuckles.

“I’ll see you at dinner then.” he said before slipping into his room. You roll your eyes and turn to walk back to your room but Caleb stood in front of you, his large figure blocked your way to go back to your room and you stare up at him with a confused gaze.

“What is it?” you sigh, resting your hand on his shoulder as you push him aside so you could go back to your room. You heard Caleb’s footsteps grow louder and louder behind you as he followed you back to your room.

Once you made it to your room, not even a second had passed and Caleb pushed open the door dragging you along with it and soon carried you to your bed. You yelp in surprise when he lightly tossed you on the bed, your head bobbing up and down at the impact.

Caleb darted his tongue to your neck and sucked, nibbled and bit at almost every part of it. You grab onto his hair as your whimpers grow louder and louder. “Caleb–ngh...now?” you gasp as his sharp canines sunk deep in your skin.

“When, then?” he mumbled against your skin, vibrations sparked through your body as you arched your back in pleasure, seeking for more of his lips on you. When he noticed you weren't giving a proper response he smirked against your skin and slid his fingers to the back of your dress, toying with the zipper as he slowly pulled it down.

“C’mon, miss… tell me when we should do this?” Caleb breathed, pulling himself away from you and pulled the last bits of the zipper down, letting your sleeves drape down your shoulders. Caleb watched the whole scene unfold ahead of him, he grabbed onto your sleeves and pulled your dress off of you, and threw it aside, letting the fabric cause a small thud to echo through the room.

Caleb propped himself in front of you, his hands pressed against your knees as he spread your legs apart. He eyed down your whole figure and eventually dunk his head between your thighs, burying himself between them as his nose made contact with your clit. He bit against the fabric covering your cunt and slowly pulled your panties off.

The second you were left bare in front of him, he immediately put himself to work, his tongue worked his way inside your dripping cunt, lapping himself against you, tasting every juice of you, he already felt like he needed to ram his cock inside you immediately.

“Mmh. You taste s-so goo-ungh.. Good” he groaned against your puffed up lips, his voice sent vibrations through your body and you instinctively buck your hips towards him, silently asking for more of his touch.

You were already close to release and you tried to pull Caleb's head away from you, but he stayed put as he continued to fuck his tongue deep inside you. Your hips roll in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm on him.

Caleb sighed in relief when you came undone on his lips, he pulled away and licked his lips clean in front of you, grinning at your teary eyes beneath him. Caleb soon brought his fingers to his belt and swiftly removed it in a quick movement, before he could continue any further a couple of knocks interrupted the moment.

“Who is it?” you ask, getting up from the bed and slipping on a robe, walking towards the door and wrapped your fingers around the door knob. Before flinging it open to be met with…

Fucking Sylus.

You face flushes in a pink tone and you clear your throat looking back at Caleb who sat at the edge of the bed, glaring down at you with crossed arms as he fanned his hand at you, indicating you could talk to Sylus.

You turn your head back at Sylus who was looking down at you with a curious look, his gaze gawking down your figure, eyes lingering on the small bite marks drawn against your neck. He instinctively brought his fingers to the marks and traced along them.

“So you’re still going to see him after our first day together?” Sylus mumbled, sliding his fingers lower and soon stopped when they were just inches away from your cleavage. He continued to stare down at you as he waited for an answer.

“I thought.. I mean we aren't married yet?” you chuckle awkwardly and step further away when you felt Sylus’ presence creep closer and closer to you. He eventually made his way inside your room and looked at Caleb who was still sitting at the edge of the bed with that slightly angry face on his face.

“We aren't married yet, but we still agreed to be with each other today, yet you still went along and got with your little servant who seems to love you very much.”

You couldn't bring yourself to say any words, you didn't know how to respond to what Sylus was saying, all you did was continue walking backwards as Sylus walked forward. But without watching your surroundings you mistakenly tripped on your dress that was lying on the ground and landed against Caleb.

Caleb immediately wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place on his lap. You chuckled awkwardly and stared at Sylus who was leaning in closer, and close–

“Just needed this.” he mumbled, his face centimeters away from you as his arm reached your bedside table so he could grab his bracelet.

“Seriously? You could've just taken it the next day.” you glare at Sylus who still wasn't moving from his spot. He tilted his head to the side and chuckled, a cold, mocking laugh left his lips. It echoed through the room as you continued to stare at him with a straight face.

“You want me to leave that bad, sweetie?” he said, resting his hand against your thighs, “just so you could continue what the both of you were doing?” he asked as if it was a rhetorical question. But it was true, it was an unexpected meeting you both had and you thought he came at such bad timing.

“Okay…if I said it was, what would you say?”

“Nothing.” he mumbled, inching himself closer and closer towards you, his lips just being seconds away from yours. Your eyes widened when you felt Caleb pull you away from him. Sylus chucked and continued to stare into your eyes as his hand continued to grip on your thighs.

“What exactly is the point of this meeting, between the two of you?” he asked, glaring at you before shining his bright ruby eyes at Caleb who was staring back at him in the same manner.

“None of your concern,” Caleb muttered, snaking his fingers up your body and groping on your tits, Sylus’ eyes averted to the scene and he slid his finger along your jaw, staring into your eyes.

“Pick one…” Sylus asked, brushing his fingertip against your lips and watched as your tongue instinctively darted on his rough skin.

Sylus continued to slowly, yet carefully shove his fingers inside your mouth, and Caleb continued to play with your tits as you tried thinking of your answer.

“A measly servant, or your prince?”

-

Too much in a daze to even comprehend what was going on, the next thing you felt was Sylus pressed behind you and Caleb’s lower half of his body nuzzled against your face. Your eyes widened as Sylus’ cold fingertips grazed against your skin, soft patterns sparked through your body and you soon felt another pair of hands slide through your hair.

Did you really choose both?

You silently cursed yourself and felt Caleb yank your head back and press his dripping tip against your slightly parted, glossed lips. He continued to slowly shove his length inside your mouth, the feeling of his large length stretching your lips made you whine in pleasure.

Sylus had his hand rested on your lower back as he slowly pressed down on it, making your back arch instinctevely. He slid his fingers to your already stretched out cunt and pressed against it, before raising your hips up and pressing his tip against your soaking entrance.

A loud muffled moan escaped your lips when you felt Sylus gently shove his length deep inside you, he thrusted himself in a quick movement and you stare up at Caleb with teary eyes as he grinned down at you before grabbing onto the sides of your head and shoved his full length deep down your throat.

“Both, huh?” Caleb chuckled, glaring at Sylus as his pace was going quicker and quicker by the second, you felt like your throat was going to rip off at the strong impact he was giving your mouth. A loud moan escaped Caleb's lips when he felt your tongue swirl around his length, he grabbed onto you with a tighter grip and continued to rock himself against you.

Sylus noticed his reaction and a mocking smirk rested on his lips, he shoved his full length inside you which jolted you flinch in surprise. You tried to chant your release but neither of the men were pulling away.

You then felt Sylus’ chest rest against your back as he slid his arms around your waist, and soon pressed his fingers against your lower stomach, pressing against his bulge that sent a wave of pleasure spark through you.

“Sy–mmph”

“Hm?”

“I.. ‘m close” you mutter, somehow the words came out in a clear speech and Sylus just nodded against you and took a deep breath.

“So am I.”

Before you could say or do anything, spurs of Sylus’ white mixture coated your insides and you gasped in shock, and pleasure. You whine against Caleb as he slowly pulled himself away and before he could fully pull himself out of you, he also came, right in your mouth.

He pulls his cock out of you and you cough, trying to catch your breath from the scene that just happened. You plop against Caleb’s lap as your breaths steady, both Sylus and Caleb stroked your warm skin.

“So.. which one are you choosing now?” Sylus asked, leaning in closer.

You roll your eyes and close your eyes shut.

“I’m not doing this again.”

sorry If this is so dumb and rushed HELP

[bonniesbluee]

dilf!art x stripper!reader pt1 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the first time he saw you he was hooked.

patrick had dragged him to a club after his retirement and divorce with tashi. he was hesitant on going, but he had been rotting in his house, alone. you were basically naked. thong not covering your ass at all, your top piece couldnt even contain your breasts either. your face had glittery make up that make you shine.

but what specially caught his eye was the man you were ontop of. he was ugly. ugly and he could tell he wasn't going to give you good money in exchange of your dance.

he turned to look at patrick but he was already getting danced on by another girl. he sighed, walking towards you. he was nervous, he didnt want to seem like a pervert, even tho he was going to basically give u money for a dance. he gently tapped your shoulder, gulping as your turned around to face him.

you had to tilt your head slightly to look up at him. you were surprised, very. he was tall, broad shoulders, neat button up, a gentle smile on his face. and the most important of all, he looked like he had alot of money. you smiled back, "yes? how can i help you with?" you said in the voice you use with all your costumers. except now your voice was sweeter. he was handsome and looked like he had money? yeah. he was your costumer. you

"i-i um-" he sighs, slightly embarrassed at his stuttering. "how much for a dance?" he mumbles, and you giggle. "that depends, clothes on or clothes off?"

his eyes widen slightly, he looks back at patrick and that's when he realizes the girl ontop of him is naked except for a thong. "oh um," he responds before taking out $400. "clothes on."

your eyes widen slightly, "it's usually only $200 i dont need-" "take it," he insists, softly grabbing your hand and placing the 4 hundred bills in it. you looked so beautiful in the lighting. too beautiful for a place like this.

"okay then, if you insist." you smile softly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to one of the room where private sessions happen, "sit down." you press your hands on his chest, pushing down on the couch.

"so," you hummed as you straddled him. "what you work on?" you tilt your head to the side, grinding on him softly, hair falling to the side to reveal your neck.

his chest faltered slightly, you were so pretty, in such a horrible place. he could easily 'save you'. get you in his house, spoil you, treat you like you deserve. "i-im a retired tennis player." he mumbles, your eyes widen slightly as you realize. "no wayyy, you're Art Donaldson?" you giggle, smiling even more as you feel his hands shyly touch your thighs.

"yeah. in the flesh," he chuckles, gently caressing your thighs. "whatcha doing in a place like this, Mrs. Donaldson?" you tease. and god, he wishes he had the balls to ask you the same question. "me and my wife got divorced a few months ago, my friend thought going out would be good for me."

"divorced, huh?" you gently rubbed your chest against him before getting off him. "well, since you paid such a generous tip, i dont mind breaking a few rules for you." you winked, slipping your thong down to your knees.

he wanted to stop you, but he wanted it. plus, he could be one step closer to convince you go to his house. not for sex, but for you to experience how to be truly taken care of.

you pressed you ass against his groin, grinning as you arched your back and grinding against him at a measured pace. his hands gently grasped your hips, after a few seconds he stops you. "d-do you want to go back to my place?" he mumbles.

he can already imagine you, sleeping in his shirt, getting held in his arms as you sleep peacefully in his big bed. away from the men in here, away from all the perverts that want to put their hands on you. he doesn't know why he feels a big sense of protection over you, he just does.

"um what?" you laugh nervously, turning to look at him with raised eyebrows. ah, right. "ill give u another $500 dollars if you go to my place." he frowns very slightly. "1k. if you go to my house."

after a few seconds of thinking about it you nod. "yeah, yeah sure."

he lets out a sigh of relief as he stands up, even tho he knows you're mostly doing it for the money. his hand wraps around your waist and he pulls the thong back up. "ill see you outside, yeah?" you nod. gulping as his big strong hands give your thighs a little squeeze.

he walks out, and you're left standing alone with a tinge of nervousness and also a tinge of excitement. biting your bottom lip, you scatter out of the room to your locker to change.

[erensbrat]

contains : female!reader,afab,bdsm, p in v, sex,cunnilingus,praise,spanking,afab,cursing,dubcon,bratty reader and some other things ;-;

written with black female readers in mind,but any other race can read 💗

Eren SPOILED you.

And while that was a good thing for you, it wasn’t quite the case for him.

It turned you into a brat.

He knew how to handle you,

However, it didn’t do him much good to see his sweet, sweet girl sobbing under him, apologies spilling out of you.But it couldn’t be helped,

And thats how you ended up here.

Eren was working from home, in the living room with his laptop in his lap while you sat next to him.You were scrolling through instagram and saw a pair of heels that were very pretty,you had already come up with the fits you would match the heels with, deciding to show Eren so he could buy them for you, only to be met with a flat

“No.”

no? that was very foreign to you.

“But whyyyyy, ‘s so cute ‘ren, whatdoyoumean no?” You pouted, tears threatening to spill from your eyes after facing rejection.

He spoke up again, not taking his eyes off of the laptop infront of him.

“The heel is too high nd way too thin.You’ll complain that they hurt your feet n I’m not spending 4 grand on heels you’ll only wear once.”

And then the tears began to roll,you were not trying to hear that. You wanted a yes.

“Fuck you Eren, I can’t believe this. I thought you loved me n wanted to see me happy.” You sniffed

“Y/n, watch your mouth.”

You kissed your teeth n stormed off into the bedroom rambling about how annoying he was and how he was ‘too fucking broke to get some heels for his girlfriend’, it didn’t really phase him though, he knew you would come around sooner or later. Until a word was said. A word he had specifically warned you to never use around him let alone use at all.

You had called him a ‘fucking bitch’

and as soon as it left your mouth, you HOPED he didn’t hear you.

And unfortunately for you, he did.

He heard you loud and clear.

Eren silently closed his laptop before making his way over to the room.

And when he opened it, he was met with your tear stained face.

You looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights while his green eyes glared at you.

“Repeat what you just said. Verbatim.”

his voice was stern, and a pool of arousal formed between your thighs.

“m sorry ‘ren, i didn’t mean-”

“Thats not what i asked, was it?”

“…”

if you calling him out of his name didnt piss him off enough, your silence certainly did.

“If i have to ask you again,we’re gonna have a problem y/n.”

“um, I called you a fucking bitch..” you repeated lowly, so the impact wouldn’t be as harsh as it did when it first came out of your mouth, ultimately failing as Eren’s eyes darkened after hearing it again.

He leaned against the door frame,squinting at you.

“I didn’t know my girl had such a foul mouth.”

“I don’t..” a bit of attitude present in your speech, his head tilted,which was a sign, a warning to fix what you just said.

“it won’t happen again ‘ren, i promise”

“Of course it won’t, i’ll make sure of it.”

yeahhh you were in for it now.

“Face down, ass up on the bed. Don’t waste my time.”

and you obeyed, because god knows what would’ve happened if you didn’t.

Your body was arched on the bed n Eren stood behind after getting his belt from the closet.

He tied your hands to the headboard with his belt and began to take off the light pink miniskirt you wore, leaving you in your white cropped tee n white floral stockings that matched your laced underwear

n then

WHACK

his hand strikes the plush of your ass.

“You know why i have to do this, right baby?”

you nodded, only to be met with another smack on the same place.

“Use your words y/n, you know better than that.” He replied sternly,

“Yes Eren, I do” you cried

“y’kno i love you, and y’need to learn that I won’t be taking yer bullshit.Now, count f’me kay?”

“..okay”

WHACK

you yelped as tears started to roll down your face from the sting.

“onee” you croaked

and it kept going until you had counted to 6.

“How many times did i spank you?”He asked

But your memory had gotten hazy, being overstimulated from the sting on your ass.

“idontrememberrrrr” you choked.

“Oh? So we have to start again th-”

“no, no please” you sobbed

“I think it was’um 6”

he chuckled at your voice getting whiny

“didya guess baby?” he asked, voice low and gruff

you quickly shook your head “uhn’uhn”

“mhmmm” he mumbled,unconvinced

He slapped your clothed cunt a few times before tearing it off of you.

and then he began to eat. and he was MESSY.

“haah, ohhh shit ‘renn”

you breathed out,face still pressed against the sheets of your bed.

Eren lapped up your clit,his tongue circled before dropping to your hole, tongue fucking your heat.

“nggghh errreeennnn fuuuucckkk” you moaned

you started throwing it back onto his mouth craving that extra stimulation.

“shit you taste s’good” he whined into your pussy while palming himself through his sweatpants.

He continued to sloppily eat you out,spitting on your cunt and wrapping his mouth around your heat.He was so dirty.

“baby s’tooomuchhhh i cant- fuhhckk take it anymore,erennn”

“shut that shit up n take it” he spoke into your pussy n went back to eating.

your tied hands wrapped together as you tried to escape him, but he dragged you back to him, pushing the small of your back down to deepen your arch.

“You tryna run away baby?”

his question flew over your head and you blabbed incoherently while sobbing n the knot in your stomach formed making your hole clench.

“eren ‘m boutta fuckk, ‘m cominggg dont stohhhhpp”

and you threw it back onto him harder, nearing your climax.

But then it stopped.

Eren’s mouth was no longer on your pussy.

“‘m cominggg dont stoppp” he mocked and you frowned

“You think brats like you deserve to come?”

“eren im sorryyy pleaseee” you pathetically sobbed into the sheets, words coming out muffled.

“Please what?” He chuckled

His hands wrapped around your throat, pulling your head up so he could get an answer.

“I’m sorry ‘ren it won’t happen again”

You had ignored the question, just blabbing out your sweet pleas of an apology.

oh his dumb little girl.

“How many times did i spank you?”

This question again,

“s-six”

“Six spanks for Six rounds, and you better not come unless i say you can.”

This heartless bastard.

“youre bein unfairrr” you weeped

Eren payed no mind to what you said, fully ignoring you.However,he decided to be a bit nice,untying the belt around your wrist.

He released his hardened dick from his pants,he stroked it then rubbed it against your sloppy folds before easing into your hole.

the sharp stretch with no prep had your eyes rolling back,grabbing the sheets tight, till your knuckles turned white.

“s-so fucking hah tight.”

you moaned, almost screaming in response

“Eren take sumouttt nghhh”

“Nah,f-fuck take this uhhh take this shit.”

and he started to thrust into you, relentlessly.Your ass rippled onto his hips creating a ‘smack’ sound that bounced off the walls.

“fucking. talking. to. me. crazy, didn’t i teach you about that bitch word?” every word followed a thrust, and then he hit that spot, he knew he had found it when your mouth hung agape and your head hung back, and he hit it repeatedly.

“i’m sorrryyyyyy daddyyyy fuhhhccckk” you wailed

You moved your hand back trying to push him away, but the brunette was way stronger than you, not moving an inch.He slapped your hand away,digging his nails into your hips,moans leaving his mouth.

“shitttt, y’r sucking me in so nicely hmm?”

you murmured into the sheets

“oh my goooooddd y’r s’deep” you sobbed, turning your head back to meet Eren’s.

Your eyes met his green ones , and he lazily smiled at you while you dropped your head back down.

“daddyy ‘m gonna ungghh come,i said im sorryyyy i learnt my les- lesson pleaseeeee”

“yeah? you’ve learnt your lesson huh?”

“mhmmm, ill be good i promise”

“cream on this dick then,fuckkk”

youre eyes rolled back,releasing onto eren, but he continued to fuck you through your orgasm,throwing you into overstimulation.

You gripped the sheets HARD , screaming into the bed while your whites dripped onto the sheet below you

“Eren waittttt, i can’t take it oh my gooodddd”

your legs started to shake violently and you arch started to falter,while his thrusts picked up the pace

“boutta to nut baby, where do you want it?”

You couldn’t respond, head lolling back as you clenched around him,

WHACK

“Don’t make me ask again, where do you want it?”

“i-insidee”

“inside?” he chuckled

you dumbly nodded your head quickly in response , high pitched moans answering along with your nods.

“You want me to breed this pussy? Wanna become a mommy? Hmm?”

“yes erenn fuck!! make a mommy ‘ren”

you spewed, not even paying attention to the words coming out of your mouth.

“but why should I? D-don’t want my child having a brat for a mommy.”

“‘m not a brat nnggh” you spat back quickly only to have wind knocked out of your lungs as Erens thrusts deepened.He was getting talkative which meant he was near climax.

“You’re not?“ he asked,genuinely confused at your answer.

you shook your head, words now become incoherent again, blabbing about how eren was being mean.

“Fuck I’m coming”

His nut painted your walls,almost spilling out of you before he fucked it back into you with slow thrusts.

You collected your breath knowing there was 5 more rounds waiting for you, wishing you never showed him the heels in the first place.

“turn around, on your back.”

and you obeyed, flipping around to lie on you back.

he patted your thighs, “spread these wideee f’me kay?”

“o-okay”

he wrapped his hand around your throat inserting his length into you slowly, painfully slow.

you whined under him, gripping the sheets.

n then he started to move again, thrusting into you deeper than he did last round.

“y’kno i love you right baby?” he asked through breathy moans

“yes daddy n i luhv y’tew” you sniffed

“then why did you call me a bitch hmm? Daddy didn’t get you the heels ‘cause he was lookin out f’ya. Didn’t wan’yer feet to get sore.”

he picked up the pace, making you choke out a moan.

“‘m sorryyy” you cried

“I’m sure you are” he laughed, hands still wrapped around your neck.

He threw your foot over your shoulder,n your anklet w his name engraved on it rested on his shoulder.He was hitting that spot again, tip bruising it over and over again.

“s’deeeppppp, why are you fucking me like disssssuhhh” you sobbed,drool spilling out of your mouth “y/n don’t be dumb with me.Y’know exactly why you’re here” you freed your hand from gripping the sheets in a pathetic attempt to to push him off of you, but he released his hands from your throat to grab your wrist, pinning them above your head.

“why you tryna run away again? You don’t wanna take your punishment?”

“I can’t take it anymore, ‘ren m gonna fuhhcckk”

“y’not coming this time, Hold it.”

you started to sob under him “why are you being so mean to me?”

“need my baby to understand i don’t tolerate disrespect. n she’s gon learn today. Where’d you learn that bitch word hm? Cause it certainly wasn’t from me.”

Your eyes started to roll back, succumbing to your unconsciousness until you felt hard smacks to your ass.

“Answer the question. Was it your little friends? The ones i told you to stop hanging around?”

Eren hated your friends,he told you they were a bad influence and they would get you introuble, you ignored him though because you loved them and you knew they wouldn’t do that to you.

You quickly shook your head,lying to him. In truth, everytime they had an argument with their s/o , they would curse them out calling them a “broke ass bitch”

Your head pushed into the mattress, mouth hanging agape as you felt the knot in your stomach form again forgetting what Eren had previously said.

“Eren ‘m gonna-“

“Fucking hold it.”

“but I cannnttuuhhh” you cried,drool spilling out of your mouth

“I wont tell you again.”

You pouted,squeezing your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“look at me baby” he cooed,pinning your wrists with one hand while the other went back to the previous placement, wrapped around your throat.

You tried to open your eyes to look at him,but they immediately rolled to the back of your head when Eren started thrusting EVEN DEEPER.

“your s’pretty, fuck. Whose pussy is this?”

“yours daddyy” you sobbed pitifully

“yeahhh? y’not gon call me a bitch e-ever again ?”

“noooo ‘m sorry daddyyyy , ‘won’t call you that ever againnn”

“you promise not to curse at me again?”

“yessss” you choked out “i promise ‘ren”

“thats my girlll, come on this dick baby”

His thrusts, once again, picked up the pace, tip bruising your g-spot which resulted in your second orgasm of the day.

4 left to go.

After the intense event that occurred yesterday night, you had woken up in your bed, fresh sheets as Eren changed them yesterday after giving you much needed aftercare.The bed was empty as Eren had to leave for work,and you had been knocked out for quite a while. You checked your phone that lay on your nightstand for the time to see a text from

“rennie💗”

‘Got you something, it’s on the kitchen counter.’

‘left you some paracetamol on the nightstand aswell.’

‘have a good day baby, I love you 🩷’

You smiled at the text message, sending a quick. ‘i love you too 🩷’ back to him.

You took the drugs n proceeded to walk wobble down the stairs to the kitchen to see a gift bag on the counter.You peeped inside, a white box, a victoria secret bag and a card sitting patiently in the box bag.

a white box that read ‘Jimmy Choo’

the shoes you had shown Eren yesterday

with a pink victoria secret lingerie set.

The card read

“Even though you were being a brat yesterday, you took me so nicely.Had to reward my girl. Go take some pictures for me okay?”

You smiled doing a little happy dance before scurrying back to the room with your new set to take some pictures for Eren.

Even though you became a brat because of his spoiling, he loved seeing you happy. And he didn’t mind having to remind you how to behave when you acted unaccordingly.

[syluslnd]

hii i have a few requests i hope you dont mind 🥺🫶 feel free to pick to do any if they have not been done yet, they are kinda mostly prompts though 😭

sylus with a streamer/gamer s/o. like those fics where the fans go crazy when sylus shows up in the camera out of nowhere or hearing his voice. and sylus just being supportive about their hobby 😞❤️

sylus reaction when they have a cosplayer s/o, especially when they come home every day and they meet a new character daily or every other day 😭🤣

sylus reaction when s/o gets period stains during their date

sylus with s/o who cant cook but not the those exaggerated types where they burn the whole kitchen, they just didnt learn how to cook, but can do the bare minimum of helping like slicing and stuff and very easy recipes (projecting because i can't cook but am helpful 😭)

when you get your period mid date

The evening had started off perfectly. You and Sylus were sitting across from each other in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, your skin-tight dress fitting you like a glove. The low lights, soft music and clinking of glasses around you added to the elegance of the night. Sylus looked especially handsome tonight, his gaze on you steady and smoldering and his signature teasing smile made your heart flutter.

Everything was going smoothly—that is, until you felt that familiar pang low in your abdomen. You froze, hoping it was just nerves. But then, you felt a sinking dread as the sensation intensified. Trying not to panic, you excused yourself, offering Sylus a nervous smile. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Take your time, sweetie” he replied with a slight smirk. “Don’t go missing me too much.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a quick wave before heading to the bathroom. But once you were inside, your worst fear was confirmed: a noticeable stain had appeared on the back of your dress. Panic bubbled up in your chest as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, mortified. This wasn’t just any dress, either; it was a pale color, practically a magnet for accidents.

Not knowing what else to do, you took a shaky breath and pulled out your phone, dialing Sylus’s number with trembling fingers. He picked up on the first ring.

“Miss me already?” His voice was laced with humor, but you could practically hear the smile on his face.

“Sylus” you whispered, cringing at how shaky you sounded. “Can you… um… can you come to the bathroom? I need your help. It’s an emergency.”

There was a beat of silence. “Are you hurt, kitten?”

“No! No, not hurt” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just…my period..I’m stained!”

“Got it. Stay right there, I’m coming.” He hung up and you leaned against the counter, waiting anxiously. But as the seconds ticked by, you began to feel more and more self-conscious. What was taking him so long?

After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened and there stood Sylus—with a designer shopping bag in his hand. You blinked, trying to process the sight.

“Sylus, what…?” You trailed off, completely baffled.

He smirked, holding up the bag. “What? Did you think I was going to leave my sweetie hanging?” He stepped forward, setting the bag down on the counter. “Got you a new dress. I figured you wouldn’t want to be seen with… you know.” He gestured vaguely, clearly trying to spare you any embarrassment.

Your jaw dropped, both at his thoughtfulness and at the brand-name logo on the bag. “Wait, you actually bought me a new dress? From there?” you asked, pointing out the door, toward the designer store just across the street.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Seemed like the right call. Plus, I got to take my time picking something pretty for you.” His smirk widened. “Had to make sure it’d look perfect on my kitten.”

You let out a small laugh, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, though your cheeks burned at the thought of him going out of his way for this. “Sylus, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about you say you’ll wear it and let me get back to showing you off to the rest of the place?” he teased, handing the bag to you.

You reached for it, heart racing as you peeked inside. The dress was stunning, a rich, deep color that would look amazing on you, with a soft fabric that looked comfortable enough to help you feel more at ease.

“Sylus” you murmured, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you.”

He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “Anything for you, sweetie” he replied, his voice softer, his teasing tone gone for just a moment.

You felt your chest warm and you tried to look away, but he gently turned your face back toward him. “Hey, don’t get all shy on me now” he said, his smirk returning. “It’s cute, though. Didn’t know I could get my girl so flustered.”

You laughed, half-embarrassed and half-touched and stepped back toward the stall to change. “I’ll be right back” you promised, disappearing inside and slipping on the new dress. When you stepped out, you felt a little self-conscious, smoothing the fabric over your hips.

Sylus’s gaze met yours, his eyes lighting up with admiration. “Beautiful” he said simply, letting his gaze linger as if he were committing the sight to memory.

You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze but a smile crept onto your face as you looked at him. “Think we can go back and pretend like none of this happened?”

He chuckled, offering his arm with a grin. “Of course, kitten. I’ll even let you hold onto the bag—it’s yours, after all.”

You laughed, taking his arm, feeling a surge of confidence as he led you back to your table. Sylus didn’t just make you feel taken care of; he made you feel cherished, like every little detail about you was worth his time.

And as you settled back into your seat, he gave you a wink. “Next time, just call me sooner. Anything to keep my kitten comfortable, you know?”

You smiled, knowing he meant every word. The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and soft whispers and for the first time, you didn’t feel an ounce of insecurity—you were just glad to have Sylus by your side

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 6

Bruce's eye twitched as he forced the well-worn grin on his face.

It was a subtle thing, one that Tim would have thought he had imagined if he didnt know better, but he did.

Across from the both of them was Vlad Masters, he was a tall man, taller than Tim but still shorter than Bruce, all of him screamed rich villian, that is other than the way the second Bruce made a comment off hand about the Gotham Knights football team.

It was then the cruel looking man melted away, and Vlad Masters devolved into a chattering 40 something that knows far too much about the Green Bay Packers.

"Oh if I could go back in time and see that touch down again I could die a happy man" Vlad said with a wistful looking smile on his face, eyes glazed over in memories before he seemed to snap out of it and shake his head, a light dusting of pink came across his cheeks, lighting up his papery skin.

"Ah...do please forgive me...I seem to have gotten a tad bit carried away..." Tim bit back a scoff as he leaned back into his chair, they had been talking for almost a full hour and nearly all of it was Vlad ranting.

Bruce let out a small chuckle that sounded fake even to Tim, "No worry Mister Masters! Perhaps next time the Knights go against the Packers we can share a box!"

Tim knew this was to help sell the whole 'Brucie' act, but he still couldn't keep the cringe on his face, "B? Um...the Knights are a minor leauge team they...ugh forget it." Rubbing at his eyes, Tim cut off the words that Masters looked ready to say, "What was it again that you asked for a meeting Mister Masters? Something about..."

Looking down to his tablet, Tim sent a check in timer, if Vlad was to strike it would be soon "some sort of collaboration? With your subsidiary Axion Labs?"

Masters seemed a little taken back from Tim's thinly vailed bluntness but pushed onward, "Of course, my dear employees at the labs have been working on an interesting new energy source! You see it's fully green and has a positive net energy production." He paused for a moment and a sneer like condescending grin got plastered on his face, "That is Mister Wayne, meaning it produces more energy then we put in it."

Bruce's eyes crinkled as his cheesy grin could only grew more, "Thank you! I was just about to ask, my dear boy Tim here is far better at understanding all that...wiggley wobbly science things!"

(Liar) Tim thought before sending Masters a bashful smile, "I know enough that what your saying is astounding to hear...why come to Wanye Enterprises with this?"

Masters grin was predatory as he spoke smoothly "Well~ Lex and I have a...bit of a history so I couldn't possibly be able to work this with him, Queen Industries are more biotechincal in nature, while WE is far more wide spread! Not only do you have a tech division, but also medical, defense and mechanical divisions!"

Things were clicking in Tims mind, Masters wanted to use WE to distribute, make them stake their own reputation for what Masters was peddling.

Bruce's persona was slipping slightly, his blue eyes steely as he looked Masters down, "We will need a working concept before we can press onward for anything else."

Masters kept the grin on for a second longer before it slipped, "Of course, I will go above that and even send my two top scientists here to demonstrate-"

He was cut off by a shrill ringing coming from Tim's tablet, making him wince as he rushed to imput the code for the check in timer, sending the man a small smile Tim spoke, "So sorry about that, I thought I put that on silent...but do look at the time Bruce, We have a meeting with Lucius in twenty minutes, did you get those slides done?"

Sending Bruce a sideways glance, Tim watched as the man stiffened but shook his head, "I did not. I am sorry Vladdie, but we will have to cut this short, I am sure you know how many meetings it takes to run a company...but please, do meet with Maddie my receptionist to schedule those scientists of yours to come over yes?"

Tim could have sworn he saw a blood vessel pop as Masters hissed a little before he gave a terse nod, "Of course...Maddie you said? Yes...I do think I will speak to her." The man seemed to calm rapidly at the name, and seemed to almost float out of the meeting room.

---

Bruce let his persona fall the same time his head fell into his hands, the heels of his palms rubbing at his eyes.

There was silence in the meeting room, he could hear Tim's fingers pattering against the tempered glass of his tablet, and the soft chatter of the office from the outside and the ever faint sound of wind whipping around the high rise tower.

Picking his head up, he looked to Tim, doing a few hand motions, "DO. BUG. SWEEP" Getting a nod in response, Bruce went over the meeting.

Something was definitely strange about Masters, he was only 48 and yet fully gray, his skin was waxy and looked translucent, deathly pale, he had a cain but didn't have a limp.

Not to mention a seemingly tense history with Lex Luthor, to the point he would seek out WE instead of Lex for his seemingly miracle energy source and-

"Clear B, not a bug in place. "

"Hn" Bruce grunted in response, trying to get his brain back on track.

The energy source was another thing that was sticking out to Bruce, it sounded far too good to be true, it broke the laws of physics to-

"Bruce? What do you think of him? Suspect or...?" Tim spoke again, and Bruce let out a small sigh, his deductions would have to wait till later.

"I think we will need to monitor him closely, I have Drs Fentons are his lead researchers..."

---

Scrunching up his face, Danny stuffed his face into his elbow before sneezing thrice, groaning for a moment before he straightened up, rubbing at his nose, the Halfa came over to the sink in the kitchen of the Diner.

It was his second day as an over night chef and he was honestly having fun? Like cooking is so much cooler when the food wasn't actively reanimated and trying to kill him.

The diner was at a new place, now it was on the old rail ways that ran through Park Row, or how the people that lived there called it Crime Alley.

He had been nervous at first, because he had felt the familiar shiver of entering another beings haunt, but thankfully the diner was stationed just out of the haunts bounds.

Biting back a little yawn, Danny flipped a page in Lunch Ladys, only to see the recipe shift and change, going from a tuna casserole to one for a classic chili.

Blinking a few times at the book, he sighed, "Well alright then." Taking note of the ingredients, Danny drummed his fingers in the book, it was obviously more than just a simple cook book, with it, you know, actually shifting and changing each page.

Shaking his head, Danny straightened up and stopped leaning over the counter, "So...Spooktastical Chili? No that sounds dumb...Cursed Cauldron Chili? Closer..." thinking out loud, Danny set a massive pot over the stove, flipping the flame on as he work shopped cheesy names for his new dish.

---

Jason had an itch.

The kind that just wouldn't go away no matter how hard you scratched at it.

The problem he couldn't get even a second of relief since the itch was in his chest, right dab in the middle.

Rubbing at it as he groaned, Jason rolled off his bed and stood, it was late, he had finished patrol an hour ago and he just...

Felt the itch to do something, to go see something that was just right out of reach.

Sighing as he stumbled around his room, grabbing discarded jeans and an old hoodie with the arms cut off, slipping them on as he left the small bedroom of the safe house.

Stopping in the tiny kitchen, Jason did his best Bat glare (tm) at the empty refrigerator, letting out a grumble as he slammed the door closed.

"Fuckin...shit." flipping the cabinet doors open he glared at the small tub of mostly empty peanut butter and sleeve of crackers that were clearly ripped into by a rat.

"Fuckity fuck fuck..." sure there were spices, so many spices, but he wanted to eat, not cook, Alfred had spoiled that feeling into him through many years.

Slamming them closed as well, Jason growled as he stomped over to his boots, toeing them on before he stormed out of his safe house, fumbling with his keys to lock it behind him.

And with that he set out on the Alley, letting his feet carry him through the streets, he waved at some of the friendlier working girls and boys, but kept walking.

It took a moment for him to realize where he was going, to that little mom and pop diner that closed years ago, they used to give him left overs when he was still one of the dirty street rats trying to live...

"Since fucking when did the lights in that place turn on?" Stopping outside of what he had thought was a clossed down diner, Jason squinted at the banner stretched above the doorway.

"Big C's diner? No...old guys name was like Tony, so ain't their kids that wanted to take over..."

Before Jason could stop himself, his hand was already around the door handle, and he was pulling it open.

[nymphomatique]

your nerd miguel fics are so good i didnt even know id like dom!reader this much

imagine slutty!reader getting ready for another party and she's barely wearing anything, pretty tits n ass spilling out of her clothes. she's leaning forward over the vanity to do her make up, and miguel cand help but get distracted from (her) homework, and just looks at her plump ass peeking from under her flimsy skirt. he begs her to let him rub himself on her and with hesitant hands he grips her hips and dryhumps her like a dog in heat

well, yes!

cw: slight dom!fem reader, sub!miguel yall know the vibes, me indulging in fashion for a moment, dry humping, miguel cums in his undies, this one’s a lil sweet i fear, awkward ending soz, edited AND proofread y’all 🙏🏾 (can’t guarantee no mistakes however)

wc: 1.6k

❤︎ a/n: i’m a dirty liar and forgot to upload this yesterday but!! she’s here and she was a labour of love! everyone who survived the great barbie drought of winter 2023-2024 gets a pin and goodie bag at the door. nevertheless, enjoy!! 💋

“hey, four eyes, this dress or should i wear a skirt instead?”

brown eyes you’ve come to know so well, more than you’d like to admit, flit up to meet yours momentarily until they look at the two articles of clothing hanging on hangers between your manicured fingers. in one hand, a mesh cut out dress with a deep plunging neckline, and a khaki mini skirt in the other.

“um, skirt. y-you looked pretty in it when you bought it, so um- you should wear it,” miguel mumbles, a pink tint sweeping its way lightly across his face. you’re feeling particularly sweet on him today. it’s been hard to keep your eyes off him as of recent, his chiseled jaw, thick lips, and who could ever forget the resplendent pools of brown that takes form of his eyes. eyes that make your face heat up, setting your body ablaze and feeling feverish under the slightest of glances.

he’s classically handsome, that much you won’t deny, as much as it kills you.

you silently take his suggestion in heed, quietly stripping in front of him to change into the skirt he suggested, and pulling on a black long sleeved crop to to match. you silently lament on the memory of the day you bought the skirt, how you had dragged miguel by his shirt alongside you that day to the mall to sit and watch you buy clothes at any and every store, designer or department, and shuck your bags into his strapping arms. you had wandered into miu miu, miguel trailing not too far behind you with your bags from blumarine, versace, cavalli and more comfortable in his hands. he sat patiently in the waiting chairs as you picked up an array of shirts and skirts and accessories, until you were ready to try them on. miguel sat and watched as you said no and turned your nose up at nearly everything until you tried on a khaki skirt, sitting so low on your hips the straps of your red thing peeking above the waistband.

you turned and twirled in the mirror, admiring the skirt on yourself until you turned to miguel himself, walking up to him as he’s sat to ask him, “you like it?” and like it he does, a hefty hand trailing up from your thigh to your hip, tapping your your hip softly. “you know i do, baby,” and you giggle at his answer, twirling for him before walking back the dressing room to change, not before biting your lip and beckoning miguel to follow at your heels with a pink painted acrylic nail. and follow he does, because he’s such a good boy.

you feel roused at the memory of your dressing room quickie in the same skirt you’re wearing now. and you’re sure miguel feels the same, and you don’t miss the opportunity to provoke him at any moment.

you bend over, slow but curt, fixing up your makeup in your large vanity while your ass sits out in direct display, the short fabric of the skirt lifting as you bend. your black thong is made visible as you bend and wiggle you hips. you steal small glances in the mirror to where miguel is on your bed, sitting in a sea of linear calculus books, and sure enough the methods of linear are long forgotten to focus on your exposed backside. you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and his lips purse when he realizes he’s been caught. before he can sputter anything out, you stand and turn to him and ask him, “see something you like, dontcha?”

a silent swallow and a nod is miguel’s response, his growing erection answer enough for you.

“beg me for what you want.”

and there’s a brief fleeting moment after the words leave your lips. an unspoken fervour in the air, perhaps a mix of what hasn’t been said and all that’s left to say about the two of you. you feel hot, your gaze burning through miguel’s clothes, burning his skin all the way across the room. you want him, you want him, you want him. and he’s looking back at you, a subdued but still present lust in his eyes. you see the submission, his compliance. yes, mistress.

his knees hit the floor, and then his rough palms follow suit and he’s crawling towards you until he’s not, and his sat like a good little boy in front of you painted feet, and he does what you ask, he begs for your touch, your taste, your mercy.

“please let me touch you, i need it, please please please. can i have it? can i touch you, mommy? i don’t even have to be inside you, j-just your touch and i can- i can cum. please? oh god please-“ miguel babbles, his hulking form looking up at you from the floor. you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your chest. he just needs your touch. you card a hand through his thick wavy locks, gripping at the nape and pulling his head up to look at you.

“just need my touch, hmm?” you look at him and he nods. whimpers. so fucking pathetic. “i’ll let you hump me like you want. my subservient little puppy needs it, huh?” you coo mockingly. a string of yes’s and thank you’s leave miguel’s lips and you get up and turn around, bending over to brace yourself on your vanity.

you’re fully presented for miguel, and there’s an empty beat of stillness between you both, you make eye contact with him in the mirror and quip, “gonna keep me waiting?” and he knows better than that. he’s up on his feet, unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans down and off him, standing in his boxers, swollen and full with his erection. he moves behind you, placing his hands on either sides of your hips.

“no ma’am.”

you can’t help but pulse in anticipation. you look at him in the mirror and find that he’s looking at you already and you feel yourself heat up. please don’t make me wait anymore, you think. like he’s read your mind, miguel’s covered erection is pressed up against the gusset of your panties, perfectly slot between your ass cheeks.

and experimental hump sends you bouncing forward a little, your breasts jiggling a bit, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaving you. finally. another hump, miguel’s strong hands pulling your hips back towards his crotch and you gasp a bit and the pleasure. another thrust of hips, and again, and again until it becomes a steady rhythm of soft sighs and low groans. and it goes on from a thrust to a trust and grind, and oh! the meat of miguel’s dick rubs up against your clit and you can’t help but moan.

your moans are joined by miguel’s whimpers, his hips rocking so intensely it has you burning up inside so much that you think you might cum from the stimulation. “s-so good baby, fuck,” miguel let’s out and you keen at his praise. you’re so good, you’re his baby. you push and grind your hips up in time with his, feeling yourself begin to soak through your panties and maybe onto miguel’s dark boxers. you can’t hold yourself together anymore, feeling yourself come apart so you drop your head onto your vanity’s surface, hoping to salvage some semblance of your pride.

the thick hands on your hips move to find purchase within your skirt, grabbing fistfuls of the short fabric before pulling your hips back with a staggering strength. you feel your knees buckle a bit, and your head shoots back up with an accompanying moan.

miguel pulls you down while pushing himself up into you and it feels so fucking good. your palms feel clammy and you feels as if you’re still sanding by the grace of god. every nudge of your clit feels as if it’s short circuiting your motor functions temporarily and you feel so overwhelmed to the pleasure, you can do nothing but succumb to it, and the man granting you it.

“m’gonna cum miguel. so good, so fucking good. wish you were inside me so i can feel you. wish you could feel me cum around you. f-feels so good please don’t stop! i’m gonna- oh!” you’re mumbling and babbling incessantly, canting hips and soft whimpers that turn into heavy groans only further pushing you past your limit through this titillating pleasure.

“fuck, gonna come with you baby. come with me, please mommy i need it,” miguel moans. his hands release your skirt and dig into your hips once more and you’re sure you’ll find salacious marks there in the morning but you don’t care, not when you’re so close.

a particular hard thrust sends you reeling forward, head almost hitting your mirror and you can’t help but give out within your legs. you feel them shake and almost go numb at the pleasure. you’re left helpless, cumming violently and soaking the fabric separating both you and miguel as miguel continues his assault against your poor pussy. he fucks it- humps it?- raw, overstimulating you to the point of pain when finally he finishes with a final thrust, his nails digging into the meat of your curvature. you feel his cum seep through the material of both of your arguments and you moan as it hits the gusset of your thong.

miguel lets go of your hip and you wobble a bit, using your upper body upon your desk to stabilize you. you’re both panting and heaving, taking in the intense and carnal display of lust between the two of you. you’re quiet before you hear miguel pipe up, breathlessly, pulling you from your daze.

“thank you, mistress.”

smug bastard.

[girlofthesunxoxo]

porn star dancing | james wilson

synopsis: y/n is a neuro-oncologist in wilson’s department and whenever she gets out of work, she works at a strip club. tonight is masquerade night which works in her favor when she sees her boss and his friend.

note: i have no medical knowledge or dancing knowledge so im flying blind here 😭 so if anything seems a little off, its because of that LMAO. also y/n is in her mid to late twenties while james is in his mid to late thirties.

y/n was just finishing up with a patient, making sure they were feeling fine after their surgery when she got a call from her friend, sheila. she excused herself from the room and went into a random hallway.

“oh hey, sheila ! whats up ?”

“hey, y/n ! im sorry to ask but can you take over my shift today ? my mom has come down with a really bad cold and i have to take care of her.” her apologetic tone evident in her voice.

“oooh um yeah im already finishing up here so i’ll be on my way over there in about thirty minutes !”

“oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank yoooou. i owe you big time !”

y/n lightly chuckled, “okay okay, ill call you later ! i need to talk to my boss really quickly.”

“okay bye !! also in case you forgot, tonight’s theme is masquerade.”

“yes yes, i remember the theme, i think i saw my costume there a few days ago. okay we’ll talk later, bye bye !”

she hung up before making her way towards her dr. wilson’s office. she knocked on the door and went inside after hearing a quiet, “come in.” she stood in front of his desk with her hands clasped in front of her, nervous about what she was about to ask.

“hello dr. l/n, what do you need ?” he asked with a polite smile on his face.

“hi dr. wilson, um i was wondering if i could leave a bit early today, i am already finished with our brain surgery patient and i think i have all my clinic hours done for this week !” she nervously rambled which james took notice to.

he quietly laughed and shook his head, “yes you can but if i may ask, what is the reason you need to leave early for ? you never leave early. are you feeling okay ?” his casual expression slightly changing to a more concerned look.

“oh no im feeling alright !” she knew she couldnt tell him the truth. how many people have gone to their very attractive boss and told them they couldnt work because they had to go to their second job which is a strip club. not a lot, she assumed.

“i just have to babysit m-my sister’s kids, shes not feeling the best !” her lie came out with little struggle.

“oh well i hope she is feeling better soon but yes you can go for the rest of the night.”

“okay thank you so much, dr. wilson !”

she quickly turned and walked out of the room with fast beating heart and blushed cheeks. there were times she hated how she had a slight crush on her boss. this was one of those times and it didnt help that his friend, dr. house was standing outside his door staring at her with a smirk. she tried to move past him but he put his cane in front of her stomach which stopped her movements.

“what do you need, dr. house ?” she tried to ask politely but she was in a little of a rush.

“yeah, why are you coming out of wilson’s office looking like you just finished riding him into oblivion ? oh im sure you would like that, right ?” his words made her blush as the thought of her on top of james has been a recurring dream of hers.

“u-um well im - im sorry, im in a r-rush to be-“ she was interrupted by the door opening and james’s annoyed voice filling her ears.

“house ! let her leave, please.” he rolled his eyes while shoving his cane away from y/n’s stomach. she smiled thankfully while rushing to the front doors to leave seeing as she had a few minutes before her shift started. as she was leaving, she heard dr. house’s fading words, “you know she has a-“ she didnt know what else he was going to say.

she drove to the club and quickly greeted all the other dancers while getting into her clothes which was black fishnets with very short red shorts that looked like underwear with little sparkly fringe that flowed every time she moved and a matching bra with the same fringe. (think of the girls from “but its better if you do” music video 😉).

she picked up some random black high heels that were covered in black glitter and she heard the crowd cheering as it was almost time for the dancers to come out .

she hurriedly did her makeup which was just more eyeliner and eyeshadow than she used for her day job.

sheila let her know on the drive that she was going to be in the spotlight which meant she could pick the song and be right in the center of the stage.

y/n was very anxious, she had only been in the center stage maybe two times despite being told by everyone that she was awesome but having that many eyes on her was very nervewrecking. that says a lot considering she literally works as a doctor and has to perform surgeries sometimes.

she picked the song “porn star dancing” considering she practiced at home days prior, just in case somebody needed her to take on their shift.

the microphone crackled before a loud voice came on, “lets give a biiiig round of applause for our dancers !” two girls gave y/n a “goodluck” before heading out to their poles which were on either side of the center pole.

“and let us let our main dancer for the night know how much we looove her, welcome to the stage, mrs. vibraaaant vixen !”

y/n quickly put on her red, glittering mask with tall feathers which only covered her eyes. she let out a big breath to calm her nerves and strutted out the curtain, the song she chose began playing in the background.

kelly wont kiss my friend kassandra

jessica wont play ball

y/n slowly strutted to the pole and grabbed it with one hand as she circled it making sure to sway her hips.

mandy wont share her friend, miranda

doesnt anybody live at all

amanda wont leave me empty handed

got her number from a bathroom stall

she squatted behind the pole before slowly getting up with her ass up first and slowly moving her body up. the cheers made her feel confident and her nervousness slowly went away.

brandy just got way too much baggage

and that shit just gets old (hey)

she rolled her hips in a circle while her hands wandered up her body then behind her neck to flip her hair to the side.

but i got a girl who can put on a show

the dollar decides how far you can go with her

she wraps those hands around that pole

her movements followed the lyrics as she wrapped her hands around the pole then crouched down while rolling her hips to every beat.

she licks those lips and off we go

she takes it off nice and slow cause thats porn star dancing (hey)

she slowly pick herself up with the pole and pushing her chest flush against it before she circled it and stopped right in front of it, giving the audience a full view of her ass. she turned around and started looking at the crowd while she circled her hips.

she dont play nice, she makes me beg

and she drops that dress around her legs

and im sitting right by the stage for this porn star dancing

as she looked over the crowd of men and the occasional woman, she spotted one familiar face and her heart almost stopped. it was her boss, dr. james wilson. at her strip club. with dr. house who was grinning as if he won the lottery. they were both cheering before dr. house muttered something in james’s ear before he turned wide eyed towards her on the pole.

she quickly circled the pole and stopped behind it keeping her head down slightly, her hands roaming her body and rolling her hips as she turned around, her ass on display as she crouched while rolling her hips. she felt mortified knowing her boss was more than likely watching her ass.

your body’s lighting up the room

now i want a naughty girl like you

theres nothing hotter than that

she turned around on her knees and flipped her hair to the side, her eyes catching james’s eyes. he mouthed “y/n ?!” she averted her eyes as she got up, ass first.

stacy’s gonna save herself for marriage but thats just not my style

shes got a pair thats nice to stare at

but i want girls gone wild (hey)

groping her boobs (😭) at that one lyric, she felt her body go hot, the thought finally registered that her boss/little crush was seeing her half naked body while she should be helping people. shame gnawed at her as she kept her head slightly down.

but i know a place where theres always a show

the dollar decides how far you can go with her

she wraps those hands around that pole

she picked herself up onto the pole and swung herself around it a few times. the cheers got even louder and people tossed some dollars on the stage.

she licks those lips and off we go

she takes it off nice and slow cause thats porn star dancing (hey)

she dont play nice, she makes me beg

she drops that dress around her legs

the pole and the swinging was making her muscles ache but she kept on going. her back flushed against the front of the pole, she picked herself up until her legs wrapped around the pole and her upper body was spinning around. she took her hands off the pole, waved and blew kisses at the crowd which caused them to cheer harder.

she could see james clapping with his mouth open and smiling while house was cheering louder than anybody there, she smiled at the sight.

and im sitting right by the stage for this porn star dancing (hey)

your body’s lighting up the room

i want a naughty girl like you

lets throw a party just for two

you know those normal girls wont do

as she slowly descended down the pole, she put her hands on the floor and unwrapped her legs from it so she can kick her legs away and landed upright like a half cartwheel.

the part of the song where no lyrics are on is her favorite because she can do some random dance on the pole and the crowd will go wild. she swings herself on the pole, holding it with her ankles before climbing and wrapping her inner leg/knee around the pole while her other leg is standing on the pole. still spinning, she straightens her leg so it is poking outwards.

then she bends both legs, one on the outside of the pole and one inside holding her and takes her hands off to let go of the pole so she can clasp them behind her while spinning so shes spinning sideways.

she can hear people cheering and whooping and some just plain yelling.

she wraps those hands around that pole

she licks those lips and off we go

and she takes it off nice and slow

cause thats porn star dancing (hey)

as the spinning slows down, she grabbed the pole and unwrapped her legs while positioning herself upright again. now that shes upright, she tries to gauge everyone’s reactions, some of the dancers not performing were clapping and yelling as were a lot of the men. some had their mouths slightly open and others were just cheering.

but only one had her interested, james had a full blush on his cheeks and he stood there in disbelief while house tapped his shoulder to telling him that shes looking at him. he waves and she let one hand let go to wave back.

she dont play nice, she makes me beg

she drops that dress around her legs

and im sitting right by the stage

for this porn star dancing (hey)

she hopped down from the pole and rolled her hips like she did when the song first started. she was completely out of breath while her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. her muscles ached when she walked back towards the curtain but not before turning around and looking james straight in the eye and blew a kiss while the crowd started cheering and whooping.

she passed the curtains and let out a deep breath. her whole body ached and she knew she would be a little sore the next day but it was worth it. seeing everybody’s expressions, especially james’s expression made the whole thing worth it.

all the girls came up to her and hugged her while telling her how much they loved the dance and how beautiful she did. all the compliments made her blush as she changed into her regular clothes which just consisted of jeans and a black long sleeve.

y/n made her way out the dressing room and managed to avoid seeing her boss and house. she still felt shame and embarrassment that her own boss, the person who signs her paychecks, saw her half naked body sensually dancing on a pole. she’s had nightmares about that. she was already half way out the front door before a cane stopped her from walking.

she only closed her eyes and sighed, “what do you need, dr. house ?”

“woah how did you know that was me ?!” his childlike glee was a little annoying to y/n, any other day she wouldve indulged in his jokes but her entire body ached and she just wanted to sleep.

“hm i dont know, maybe the fact that i saw you earli-“

he interrupted, “while you were sexy dancing and getting all the guys turned on, i swear i saw all of them with tents in their pants !” he rolled his eyes and lets out a little grunt, “ugh men.”

she sarcastically smiled, “ugh men indeed, including the one that is wasting my precious time right now.”

“what, are you taking one of those greasy little guys home ? you know im sure you’ll have a lot more fun with me.” his smirk is enough to tell her that he’s joking and he reached out to touch her arm before the front door creaked open and another hand gripped his wrist.

“house.” wilson’s slightly irritated voice cuts in.

house let out a big gasp before whipping his head around to face her, “daddy caught us ! i wonder how he’s going to punish us.”

y/n didnt let her eyes travel to james, still embarrassed by what he saw. she chuckled at house’s words before she stood on her tippy toes and leaned close to house’s face, “hm i dont think i’ll have fun with you, i actually like it when a man is below me and you seem like the type that cant handle that.” she leaned back down and pushed his cane away from her, walking back to her car while hearing james’s laugh.

she waved her hand and said, “goodnight guys, hope to see you here another day !” she heard house say “i hope so too !” she shook her head and laughed.

“wait, y/n !” james shouted while jogging towards her.

oh god, this is where she gets fired or he suspends her. she braced herself for bad news and turned to face her boss.

james had a wide smile, “y/n, you were incredible !”

she blushed and looked at her feet which were starting to hurt from standing and dancing all day.

“thank you, dr. wilson.”

“james, call me james.”

“okay well thank you, james !” she said softly.

he still had a soft smile on his face, “why didnt you tell me you worked here ?”

“i thought it wasnt appropriate, imagine telling your boss that you work at a strip club. how embarrassing ! i mean, im embarrassed right now !” she laughed.

he laughed with her, “i guess that’s true but i wouldve preferred that over finding out from house and losing twenty bucks.”

“you lost twenty bucks to house ?”

“he said that you worked at a club and i didnt believe him so we bet on it. imagine my surprise when i see my prettiest employee dancing on stage.” he rolled his eyes as he glanced at y/n, noticing her biting her lip to contain a smile and her blushed cheeks.

“well i guess i owe you twenty bucks, huh ?” she teased. his eyes creased as he chuckled and rubbed a hand over his face.

“well i wouldnt object.”

“okay how about i get us both muffins in the morning ! my treat, obviously.” she mused while tapping a finger to her chin in thought.

he grinned at her as they stopped in front of her car, “i would love that.”

“i would love to continue this conversation but i need to sleep because my body is killing me.” she tiredly groaned. he lightly smiled and waited for her to get into her car before saying goodnight and walking back to the strip club.

“also !” she yelled from her car window.

he turned around.

“tell house that i meant what i said. him and his leg wont be able to handle me on top.” she winked and rolled up her window, finally making her way home.

his eyes twinkled as he laughed, “i will keep that in mind.” he muttered with a flushed face.

[i-cant-sing]

Salauddin screaming and THROWING UP because Princess reader won't stop picking up stray animals from outside and bringing them into her bedroom because "it's too hot for them outside ;( " "you said my room was the coolest soo..."

on the contrary, Salauddin himself is an animal lover. They're Allah's creations that cannot speak, that cannot ask for help, they're just vulnerable. He cares for his horses very greatly, no expenses are spared for the their stables, their caretakers and the best medicine from around the world. The pain of thirst, its one of the worst ways to dies, so Salauddin makes sure no one in his kingdom ever goes to sleep hungry or thirsty, humans or animals. He's had special water systems and pots designed practically everywhere in Egypt so birds and dogs and other animals get to drink their fill.

BUT as much as Salauddin cares for animals, he doesnt... exactly appreciate his palace turning into a zoo because of all the animals you keep bringing in. Its kinda his fault really. All Salauddin did was get a pretty white kitten that had blue eyes- it was so cute, so he gifted it to you. When you asked him why, he couldnt say that its because the cute kitten reminded him of you. So he said that it was too hot outside for small animals like Fatima (as you had named her) and he saw the realisation dawn in your eyes as you looked out at the pyramids, nodding your head along.

Salauddin sighed in irritation as he felt something furry rubbing against his legs. He looked down under his desk to see a black kitten with green eyes- Bilal. You took him in and said "but Salauddin! Fatima is all alone and she needs a playmate! Besides, Bilal is bullied by the street kids cause he's black and they think that he was a jinn!" You used such excuses to adopt 3 more cats (Mustafa, Haider, Zahra) and now you spend dressing them in cute hijabs- yes even the males.

He picked up the black cat and tickled his chin as he began making his way towards your- or what used to be your room. On his way, he passed by servants chasing after your chickens- Emir, Ahmed and Riyaan.

The doors opened as he entered, the room was in complete chaos. Feathers were falling down as birds flew around the room with the maids hot on their tails. Your cats were resting in one corner with your dogs- Shams and Talia standing guard over them. And you? You were in the center of all this chaos, sitting on the ground with a pet sheep- Mihirmah in your arms as you sheared it carefully. You had found her last night on your way home, not even bothering to ask if you could keep her along with your rest of the petting zoo.

Then again, why would his wife need to ask him? Whats his, is yours.

He walked over and sat down beside you and you finally looked up.

"I found Bilal." He stated, petting the kitten that nuzzled his face against him. You smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you! I was so busy with Mihirmah, I didnt realise he had left. I think he escaped when they took the chicks out for a walk."

He hummed before nodding his head at the sheep. "And how many that makes it now?"

"One." "Y/n." He deadpanned. "Well, one sheep. In total, 52 animals."

"Y/n." He looked at you in disbelief. "How- what- it was 45 last week." You looked at him sheepishly. "Well... its not my fault, really. You see- um, well you know how we thought Shams and Talia were just siblings? I think they were confused and um, Talia just gave birth to 6 pups." You avoided his eyes as he stared at you.

"Y/n-"

"I am not getting rid of them, Salauddin." You warned him, petting the sheep in your arms. "They need us to care for their babies! They're new parents!"

"Y/n-"

"Yes, Yusuf?" You used his name, batting your lashes at him. You know how to get to him.

Ya hayati. (My life)

He sighed, petting Bilal in his hands. "I'm going to put Bilal down for a nap."

"Yeah! Just put him with his siblings-" "No. I'm going to separate him and his brothers. They will not be giving babies to their sisters." Salauddin grumbled as you pouted and muttered about how cute new kittens are.

Maybe he can give you a litter of your own to keep you preoccupied. (Not because he likes you or anything- he just doesnt want you to fill his palace with more animals.)

Despite what Salauddin says, he still remembers each name of all your pets. All of them. He also talks to the cats, especially to Bilal about how he needs to behave for him mama and protect her and stuff.

[chosove]

18+ mdni | tutoring toru :)

tw. mentions of A&P I ☹️ anatomy and physiology … my enemy …

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

“lets go over that one more time, ‘kay ‘toru? you have to use the scientific wording to actually be correct. its not ‘spongy stuff’, its trabeculae.”

you didnt realize how exasperated your voice sounded until you saw the man before you deflate, a pout forming on his pretty pink lips. “i dont get what i said wrong this time” satoru exclaimed, head falling to the table in frustration. “you asked the difference between compact and spongy bone, right? spongy bone is like…spongy looking. so i didn’t say tabec… whatever- why does it matter?”

it took a lot of effort to suppress the chuckle fighting its way past your lips- seeing the prideful gojo satoru crumble over basic anatomy was too ironic to not laugh at. “how ‘bout we take a break?” you sighed, patting his head, feeling warmth bloom in your chest when his teary eyes peeked up at you. letting your hand fall slightly, you cupped his cheek, wiping at the wetness forming on his lower lashes. did he always look this good? how were his eyes suddenly so intense, and how on earth do his lips look so soft? so red? so kissable?

without thinking, your thumb traced satoru’s lower lip, pulling it from its place between his teeth and watching in delight as he let you press down on it. it wasn’t until he let out a soft pant, eyelids fluttering shut that you finally pulled your hand back, the guilty look painting your face making it seem like you’d just been caught doing something much, much worse.

god, how satoru wishes that were the case.

jumping back, you brushed your hands off on your shirt before turning to him once again, his wide eyes watching your every move. “h-how about we finish there today, hm? you seem tired so-“

before you could finish, his hand shot up to grab your wrist. “no!” satoru nearly shouted, clearing his throat when he saw you jump. “s-sorry, i mean um…” his voice trailed off as he stared into your eyes, thinking of an excuse for you to stay and do something other than school.

satoru had been crushing on you ever since the first day of biology, the way you smiled when he asked what your professor meant by homeostasis melting his heart- he was closer than ever today and he couldnt lose that momentum.

“maybe we could focus on something else?…” you watched his adams apple bob before he continued, nerves evident in the way his voice began to tremble. “m-might help me memorize stuff better if i have a real figure?”

if it werent for the fact he was your favourite client (who also paid the most), you would’ve said no. you probably shouldve said no, but god he really did look like he was about to pass out just from voicing the request- what would he look like when you showed him all the spots he was most sensitive? did he already know them?

Before you could think too deeply on it, you responded with a nod. “not really comfy down here though…how about we go up to your room?”

A deep blush painted his cheeks as he grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs to his room, sitting shyly on his bed with his hands in his lap after opening the door. You giggled at the sudden change in his mood- he wasnt all that confident when he first asked you up here, but did he even wanna go through with it?

Standing before him, you dragged a finger across his jaw, slightly lifting his head up to look at you. “We can always go back to studying ‘toru, I dont mind.”

He didnt know if it was the way the nickname rolled off your lips or the implication that something that wasnt school was actually gonna happen, but he shook his head rapidly and wrapped his arms around your thighs regardless- relishing in the giggle you let out as you placed your hands on his undercut for stability. “N-no please, i mean…we haven’t done a lot of studying on the actual anatomy part right?”

It should be a crime how irresistible gojo satoru can be even when using biology to flirt. “Guess you’re right ‘toru, how about we start with…” your voice trailed off as you moved to sit atop his lap, the sight of his eyelids fluttering shut when your crotch rested just above his making your stomach flip with excitement. “D’you remember what I said these were called?” your sweet voice questioned, dragging his hands to rest on your breasts.

A deep groan fell from Satoru’s lips, his head falling forward to rest between his hands as they groped your chest. “Y-yeah fuck they’re mammary glands right? ‘S where the milk c-comes from”

You giggled at his neediness, his hips jumping up while talking about milk only making you cockier. Ripping your shirt off, you tilted his head up once more to look into his blown out pupils. “Feeling thirsty ’toru?”.

His blown out pupils watched with excitement as your hands reached behind you to unclip your bra, a sigh of release falling from your lips as the tension of the bands washed away. Without another word, satoru pressed a kiss to your left nipple, watching the way the sensation caused it to become erect. You gasped before pushing his head closer to your chest, craving his mouth to be on you anywhere and everywhere.

“ish th-this okay?” His muffled voice spoke as he suckled on your tits, desperately flicking his tongue against the nipple before gently biting it, slowly rocking his hips up into you each time he did so. Your fierce nods in response only goaded him on, his hand going to your other breast so it wasnt neglected, fingers busying themselves by pinching your nipple.

“Shit toru…ngh doin’ so good, ‘m so wet for you”

Before you could get any more words out, you heard a whine of what sounded like your name against your chest followed with a deep, rumbling groan, Satoru’s hips jumping up in reflex as he came in his pants. “F-fuck ‘m sorry hah jus’ wanted ya for so long n’ youre so pretty f-fuck ‘s still comin-“

What felt like eternity of gojo satoru licking and kissing your breasts as he creamed himself was finally over after nearly 3 minutes, his hands going from harshly grasping your tits to simply resting them atop them. You waited until he rid out his orgasm to make any movements, hands beginning to push him away before you were grabbed by his muscled arms.

“Ya didnt finish…i have to do the reproductive system next ya know…gonna need to know more than just youre mommy milkers”