Hello :) I decided to do another version of my intro cause the last one was like a year ago and I've changed alottt
I'm Jayden and I am 18 years old, going by He/Him pronouns. I love things such as Ghost of yotei (and Tsushima), Criminal minds, Kpop and typical things such as painting and drawing.
Compared to the last intro I am now I'm my last year of college before I'm going into the big wide world (I am very nervous though😅) and I also hope to get my maths exam done cause I am very much failing hahaa
---> Masterlist <---
I don't really write much to be honest so most of the stuff in my Masterlist is about small exciting things in my life, read as you please 😊
Like bro I went to see PHM on the 14th of this month with my sister and friends, Eva was the only thing I really went for (+rocky cause he's adorable) but broooooooo Eva and Sandra Huller are both so pretty.
Thankfully she's a decent age for crushing on considering I also have a crush on Meryl streep who's 77 years old
the concept of bratty femme dana and her sub top butch....
dana and butch!doctor who share gum >< dana who's using nicotine gum to stop smoking and butch!doctor who has an oral fixation so when she's done with it she passes it to him in a kiss @@ the pittlings witness this happen so many times they've stopped reacting but the first time they saw it happened dennis squirmed and victoria was concerened that Healthcare Professionals were doing this
thinking abt perv dana and stone top butch!doctor
dana who knows she doesn't even have to do anything for butch!doctor to be dropping to his knees
dana who steals his boxers and wears them around the house knowing her butch is gonna make her cry on his tongue when he sees her
dana who makes fun of him for spending so much of his time between her thighs so he decides to pull back right when she's about to cum :[ butch!doctor who doesn't give in to any of her usual methods so she has to bribe him into nestling between her legs with unlimited orgasms
dana cockwarming butch!doctor and it's not even 2 minutes before he's slowly thusting his hips beneath her and begging her to let him move
perv dana who gets off on watching her butch suffer so she won't let him touch her when she's riding him…but it backfires when she can't cum without his help :/ she's so used to him dropping to his knees whenever she needs that she can't get off by herself anymore :[
dana and butch!doctor dry humping @ she's grinding down on his strap and she's soaked through her panties and is smearing her slick over his boxers >< dana making him wear them to work so she can mark her territory after a new nurse won't stop flirting with him
perv butch!doctor who always worms his way between dana's thighs when she's on the phone >__< dana's batting his head away from toying with her clit while she tries to listen to the person on the other end…
even better if it's the nurse whose been flirting with her butch following up on some information about a patient and they have to listen to butch!doctor's grunts and dana's barely contained whines as he makes her feel good
butch!doctor who deliberatly starts eating dana out when he hears the nurse on the other end so they know he's taken <3
perv butch!doctor who gets off to dana crying.. the second he hears a whine break from her lips he's doubling his efforts and trying to make her cry even harder
perv butch!doctor who's set on getting his gf pregnant.. so what if she's edging on 60? he's still young he can absolutely do it…dana subtly trying to babytrap him…wrapping her legs around his waist when he tries to pull out
perv dana realizing she might have bit off more than she can chew when butch!doctor starts pawing at her in the middle of the night, begging her to let him hit, realizing that dating a 20 something resident who's obsessed with you means having to deal with his insane sex drive too…
-butch!doctor anon
the younger one putting the older one in their place….i mean, who are YOU to tell dana to shut her mouth when she’s bratting off? dana’s the older one here. but god, does she love being a fucking brat and watching in glee as her butch raises his brows and gives her a stern look. it makes her feel so giddy. but also sub top butch who can barely punish dana because he’s just so fucking eager to give her what she wants @___@ trying so hard to edge her, but she feels so good clenching around your fingers that you end up caving in and giving the brat what she wanted. she’s spoiled.
butch looking around for gum in dana’s car and accidentally grabbing her nicotine gum without realizing 😭 not even realizing until you pop it in your mouth and then grimacing a bit from the taste. giving it to dana instead via kiss, growing so hot under the collar while you watch her chew on it and lick your spit off her chin @__@ thinking about going back and forth with swapping it in each other’s mouths….moaning against her lips, tongues swirling against each other, passing the gum back and forth.
trinity who lowkey gets turned on whenever she sees this interaction happening
dana noticing her butch chewing on his pen and deciding to give him her gum because of his oral fixation <3
just dying to suck on ANYTHING, so you beg dana for a few minutes alone in some empty room so you can suck on her nipples or clit. sometimesss having to grab her a new pair of scrubs because you made such a mess…
stone top butch who takes good care of his girl. she’s not lifting anything. not even her leg to wrap around your shoulder. you’ll do that for her. getting a bit pathetic with it, pleading for her to cum on your tongue or around your fingers.
dana who acts all coy when she’s got your boxers on, asking why you’re looking at her that way. barely able to hide her grin when you throw her over your shoulder and place her on the nearest surface, dropping to your knees and shoving your face in her clothed crotch.
she fucking loves how much of a munch you are. you don’t want anything in return except kisses and head pats maybe. all you want is to be nestled between her thighs for hours, making her come undone on your tongue. you wanna be her desk pet when she’s working, between her thighs and lapping at her pussy. you’re more than happy to sink to your knees and play with her while she’s watching her show on the couch.
you won’t take any of her teasing, so you decide to get payback. having the biggest smirk on your face when you pull back from her thighs, her wetness smeared on your lips and chin. holding her hips down against the bed while she huffs and squirms, whining about being so close. cooing at her and resting your cheek on her thigh, saying she shouldn’t have made fun of you then. blowing air on her sensitive clit while she grumbles, teasing her by spitting on her pussy @__@ she knows how to sweet talk though…it doesn’t take long for her to get you to cave, and soon enough, your face is shoved back between her thighs for hours.
going back and forth about you being able to hold yourself back while she’s cockwarming you, being so sure that SHE’S the one who’ll be begging, only for you to end up grasping her hips and whining not even five minutes in. slowing thrusting up, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the wet sounds her pussy makes as you thrust into her, voice so shaky while you beg her to let you move. you just wanna fuck her!!!
perv!dana laughing at your suffering while you’re all tied up and maybe even blindfolded :3 not able to touch her, not able to see her…oh, i't’s torture. she gets a rush out of hearing you sniffle and beg.
dana trying to tease you and making you watch her touch herself, but it backfires when she struggles to cum :( she ends up begging for you to help her out, and you don’t even make fun of her for it! not at first at least… you’re too busy trying to make her cum.
thinking about dry humping but it’s in a supply closet with her…slipping your scrub bottoms down just enough for your strap bulge to poke out and then humping it against her ass…feeling so faint and dizzy at how dana’s drenching your boxers with her precum, begging for her to let you fuck her really quick.
marking her territory with the tiniest hickey after some nurse flirted with you <3 making you slip out of the storage closet with a stain on your scrubs :( being so embarrassed but so turned on at being claimed..
something about dana paging the flirty nurse to a room before yanking you inside…the nurse hearing you grunt out dana’s name inside the room, dana grinning when she hears hurried footsteps walk away <3
butch!doctor whining and borderline crying while breeding dana, grunting out, “i’m gonna get you pregnant,” over and over while slamming his strap inside her. talking about how young you are, but that you’re ready to be a father. you’re gonna take such good care of her once she’s knocked up, you promise <3
thinking of ultrasounds w dana….fucking on the job, filling her up while the transducer (i think thats what its called…) is on her stomach, pretending like there’s a baby inside of her while you fuck her….does anyone else get it.
A patient commits suicide right in front of you and your partner, leaving you in shock.
There are calls that stay with first responders for a long time, and then there are calls that change them.
This is one of those calls.
The dispatch sounds routine enough at first. A welfare check. A man in emotional distress. You and your partner arrive prepared to talk him through the crisis, giving him space, keeping your voices calm, trying every technique you’ve both been taught over the years.
You genuinely think you’re getting somewhere.
Then, in the space of a heartbeat, everything changes.
•
By the time additional units arrive, you’re frozen exactly where you were standing. You haven’t moved. You haven’t spoke. Your partner has to physically guide you away because your body simply… won’t listen to you anymore.
•
During the ride to PTMC, you don’t say a single word. Not when your partner ask if you’re hurt. Not when another medic checks your pupils. Not when someone gently asks if you can tell them your name.
You just stare ahead.
Your hands won’t stop shaking. They’re covered in someone else’s blood, and even after someone wipes them clean, you still feel like they’re stained.
•
The moment the ambulance doors open at PTMC, the emergency department goes unusually quiet. Everyone recognizes you. You’re the medic who’s usually smiling through impossible shifts. The one who’s always joking with the nurses during handoff.
Seeing you on the stretcher instead of pushing one… it doesn’t feel right.
•
Dana is halfway across the department before anyone even calls her name. One look at your face tells her everything she needs to know.
This isn’t a physical injury.
This is shock.
•
Someone starts asking you assessment questions.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Nothing.
"Can you tell me your birthday?"
Silence.
Your breathing grows quicker. Your eyes never focus on the person speaking.
Dana quietly steps between you and everyone else.
"Enough."
The room falls silent immediately. She kneels so she’s in your line of sight instead of towering over you. Her voice is softer than anyone in the department has ever heard it.
"Hey."
Nothing.
"It’s Dana."
She doesn’t ask you to explain. She doesn’t tell you to 'calm down'. She doesn’t bombard you with questions. She just stays there.
She notices the way your fingers are digging painfully into your palms. Without saying anything, she gently places one hand beneath yours. Not forcing you to let go. Just giving your hands somewhere else to rest.
Your breathing suddenly catches. Then comes the first shaky inhale. Then another. Then your whole body starts trembling.
Panic hits all at once.
Months’ worth of composure as a paramedic collides with the reality that sometimes, despite everything, you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.
You try to apologize.
The words won’t come.
Dana recognizes what’s happening immediately.
"Look at me."
It takes several tries. Eventually your eyes find hers. She keeps her voice slow and steady.
"You’re here." "You’re safe." "You’re not on that scene anymore."
She repeats those three sentences over and over until your breathing begins to match hers instead of racing ahead.
•
When your legs finally give out, she catches you before anyone else can. She doesn’t care that she’s the charge nurse. She doesn’t care who’s watching.
Right now, you’re her priority.
The rest of the department quietly adjusts around the moment. A resident closes the curtain. Someone turns down the monitor volume. A nurse redirects incoming staff away from the room.
Nobody needs to be told.
•
Your partner, still visibly shaken themselves, watches Dana work. Later they’ll admit they were terrified they had lost you to—not physically, but emotionally. Seeing you finally respond to Dana’s voice is the first time they’ve been able to breathe since the call.
•
Even after the panic attack subsides, Dana doesn’t leave. She sits beside your bed while paperwork piles up elsewhere. Every now and then she asks one simple question.
"Need some water?"
A small nod.
Ten minutes later.
"Want another blanket?"
Another tidy nod.
She counts each one as progress.
•
Long after your vitals have settled, you finally speak. Your voice is barely audible.
"I thought…"
The sentence breaks apart. Dana doesn’t ask you to finish it. She already knows. Instead, she gently squeezes your hand.
"I know."
Before you’re discharged, Dana makes one thing very clear.
"You don’t have to carry this by yourself."
No lectures. No pressure. Just a quiet promise that she’ll help you take the next step, whether that’s getting home safely, talking to someone when you’re ready, or simply sitting with you in the silence until the world feels steady again.
•
After that day, whenever your ambulance pulls into PTMC, Dana always takes a moment to meet your eyes during handoff. She never makes a fuss about it. Just one brief look. A silent check-in.
You here?
And when you nod, however tired you are, she nods back.
Rai'Ku came from me playing Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora and I love my boy sm, I have another one aswell for my Ng+ playthrough that if anyone wants to see I can show
How would Dana react to reader being taller than her? Stronger than her?
idk why this makes me horny but it does. i think you being taller than dana doesn't make a difference, she's looking up to you with the same darkness in her eyes, forehead wrinkled when she orders you about, tells you what to do. you're stronger than her though??? dana is wet. you grab her wrist, push her onto a bed, pin her down, her pussy is gushing. dana's always in control and it turns her on completely when she physically can't be. godddd can you imagine her being all big dick, such a top and then you've got her pressed into the bed, cunt dripping down her legs as you watch her squirm??? me too
“Or daddy idk” as if Dana would tell you “you’re gonna give daddy a baby.”
😵💫😵💫😵💫 dana fucking you into the mattress, one hand on your back, other in your hair and she's speaking to u through gritted teeth. or dana keeping her cock in you for ages after you cum, rolling her hips n not letting go, telling you to be good and take it, "you're gonna give daddy a baby" as she fucks herself into you until she cums from the idea of blowing her load in your cunt omg
😛😛😛 dana is getting strapped 2night | 18+, bottom!dana, butch!reader, feel like i wanna do a part two of dana dating her butch after this??? this one is just pure filth
she'd never dated a woman before. never kissed or slept with one. dana had no experience with women at all. she didn't even know she wanted to until she met you.
she'd hover around the nurses station, listening to you, how you were with the other nurses, doctors. flirtatious but harmless. you had such a strong energy about you, the kind that made her stomach tingle, heat pool in her checks whenever you'd catch her gaze.
one time she heard you talking about a girl you took home the night before. you weren't telling dana, but you knew she was in earshot. you gave the gory details to santos as you were charting, telling her this girl had never been strapped, how she came so hard, made noises you'd never heard before.
dana had to excuse herself for a smoke break, all hot under the collar. you laughed to yourself as she fled through the automatic doors. it was completely unlike her. she held her own well, to you. to everyone. she was dana. but something about the way you looked at her specifically? it put her into a frenzy.
a week later you invited the rest of the day shift out for drinks. dana arrived with robby a little while after everyone else, she headed straight for the bar after waving a across the room. you followed.
"well boy am i glad to see you here d" you smiled, signalling another beer to the bartender.
she raised a brow. "is that so?"
your drinks came at the same time. she cradled the beer bottle as you sipped from yours, holding her gaze.
"mmhm. always wanted to see you out of your scrubs" her lips parted ever so slightly. "out of work i mean"
you were cruel. watching her swallow hard, eyes fixated on your lips around the glass rim.
"well here i am" she was still dana after all, even if her pulse was racing and neck flushed.
you stayed close to her even after you joined the rest of the group. dana sat on the end seat of the booth, you stood next to her. above her. you caught her looking at you a few times, she'd done the same with you. if felt loaded. like despite everyone else being here, it was only the two of you in the room.
you followed when she announced she was going for a smoke. dana was stood on the sidewalk, inhaling deeply, facing the door as if she was waiting for you to come out.
you walked towards her, hands in pocket, until you were face to face. then you pulled the cigarette from between her lips, returning it to yours to take a deep drag. she watched you the whole time, studying you. then you flipped it, hinting for her to open her mouth as you placed the filter back in its rightful place.
"i like you, you know" you said plainly.
"yeah?" she took a drag. "what do you like?"
you inhaled the cold air. "a lot of things"
she laughed.
"think you're hot" you waited for her reaction. "think you're very hot. just my type actually"
she swallowed thickly, stubbing the cigarette out against the wall and discarding it to the side.
"i'm old enough to be your mom" she stood with folded arms.
"even better" you closed the gap between you. "i've seen you looking at me. think you're interested in something" her eyes searched your face. "i could show you such a good time, dana. you gonna let me?" smelling the mixture of perfume and cigarettes on her was driving you crazy.
you took the leap, leaning in to press your lips against hers. she was hesistant but not unaccepting. your hands found her waist, grazing lightly against hips, you didn't push nor deepen the kiss, just waited for her.
she kissed you back. it was slow but deep, her lips finding their footing, hands ghosting down your sides, a little unsure of where to go.
you pulled away slowly, dana chasing your lips as you did.
"wanna get out of here?"
you brought her to your place. she admired your decor, dropped her bag by the door and hung her jean jacket up. she asked for a beer, you obliged, only taking a couple of sips before you were back on her. tongues tangled, wandering hands, guiding her to your bedroom.
your finger tips danced on the hem of her shirt. "can i?" you pulled it over her head when she nodded, mouth falling open as your eyes roamed her figure.
perfect tits sat in an uncomplicated black bra. pale skin, the gold cross hanging on the hollow of her neck. she was unbelievable.
"fuck, look at you" your hands came up to squeeze her tits, massaging them softly til you felt her nipples harden beneath the fabric. "feels good huh?"
dana nodded. breath catching in her throat.
you slid your hand from her chest to the waistband of her pants, slowly grazing her stomach to dip beneath the material and into her panties. she was soaked. you cupped her pussy, running your middle finger through her slit to tease her entrance.
"seems like you want this as much as me..."
"please-" she whimpered, hands planting on your shoulders to steady herself. "please" she said again.
you sunk your finger in fully, curling in a come hither motion until her mouth was agape, nails in your skin and she was leaning up on her tip toes as you moved. you went slow, nothing rigorous or hard, just lazy and deep. drawing the most elicit moans deep from dana's chest.
she whined when you pulled out. then her pants were by her ankles, panties too. you pushed her back onto the bed, encouraging her to plant her feet on the mattress and spread her legs. she did as you said whilst you walked round to the bedside table.
in less than a minute, you'd got rid of your own clothes and walked back to the foot of the bed, harness and silicone cock hanging from your hips. you saw dana's eyes widen, biting down on her bottom lip as she leant back on her elbows.
"want me to fuck you baby?" you knelt one knee on the bed. "make you feel good?"
"yes" she whispered.
you swept two fingers through dana's folds, covering the tips in her arousal before coating the cock with her entirely. you teased her entrance, watched her back arch before sinking into her fully.
"jesus chr- oh my god"
"there you go" you rolled your hips, easing her into the feeling. then you picked up one of her legs, lifting it over your shoulder so you could fuck her nice and deep. you started to snap your hips more, holding her by the ankle as she wailed beneath you, chanting your name under her breath.
"look so good for me baby, taking this cock so well" you became breathless from your exertion, voice shaking slightly. "you like getting fucked like this?"
"mmmfph, so good- oh, so fuckin good" her cheeks reddened, hair strewn across the sheets as her arms came to cover her face.
"uh uh, eyes on me baby" you tapped her leg. "keep looking at me okay"
her hands came down to roam her chest, fingers kneading the swell of her tit. you fucked her so deep, so hard, feeling the snap of the cock against your clit with every thrust. dana was close, her breathing quickened, muscles tensed in the leg you held but she never took her eyes off you.
"i think am gonna-" she started, interrupting by your thumb rubbing right circles on her clit. "fuck am gonna c-cum"
"yeah cum on my cock baby, just like that dana, fuck you're perfect" you panted, your cunt dripping from the sounds she was making.
she came with a strangled cry, back arched, toes curled and leg stretched. you fucked her through it, easing your motions on her clit until the pair of you were still. just the sound of her rapid breathes and hands fisting into the sheets.
she looked at you like she'd just woken up. not from sleep but something else entirely.
"fuck" she croaked.
you pulled out, kissing from her stomach to sternum til you came to her lips. pecking them once, twice, three times until her lips curled into the most delicious grin.
"gonna need to do that ten more times with you" a fourth kiss. "what d'ya say?"
Hii.. mm can we (mainly me…) get fauxcest with Baran and Dana?
CW FAUXCESTT 😛😛
i dont usually write for dana Or threeways but the thought of mama dana n mommy baran taking care of me . . @_@ you just unleashed a beast.
them cornering you after work, “everything okay?” dana says, to which you shake your head meekly, eyes low and hands fidgeting.
“you don’t need to hide from us. we’re here to help.” baran follows.
she’s become a little too good at picking up on the most subtle signs of your distress. you take one look at her concerned eyes and burst into tears, sobbing about everything that went wrong today. how worthless you feel.
and they’re all over you in a second, all gentle touches and hushed voices, telling you its okay, youre still their perfect daughter.
“you’re okay, kiddo. we’re here.” dana says, laying you down on barans silky sheets.
they both hover over you, covering your field of vision completely as if shielding you from invisible eyes, keeping you only theirs.
danas cross hangs over your face as barans palm runs along your thigh. she coaxes your legs open, that’s it, darling. good girl.
dana slips a finger into your slick velvety heat, curling it up against that spongy spot inside you. she lightly chuckles, almost condescendingly, when she hears you wail o-oh, fuck- mama! from the relief of finally, finally being filled.
before you can beg for more, baran presses another finger into you, squeezing in beside danas. together, because it wouldn’t be fair if you picked favourites. both your moms deserve the same love.
summary ﹏ You have been serving at Rhaenyra's sides for years now, and you can't deny the tension between the two of you. When the silver-haired woman calls you to her chambers one night, you realize it's not as one-sided as you thought it was.
cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / smut fic. gn!servant!reader. little to no decriptions of canon events. forbidden romance trope. mutual pining. power imbalance dynamic. emotional intimacy. dominant leaning partner. dub-con (during overstimulation (?)). praise. hair pulling. body worship. fingering (rhaenyra receiving). begging. breasts / nipples play. multiple orgasms. oral sex (rhaenyra receiving). bodily fluids focus (wetness). squirting. aftercare. implied continuation.
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The first thing you had learned when entering service to Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen was that everyone underestimated her.
They saw a young woman born into privilege, silver-haired and sharp-tongued, a princess who rode dragons and wore gowns stitched with gold thread. They whispered behind carved stone pillars and muttered beneath their breath about her temper, her defiance, her refusal to bend the way noble daughters were expected to bend.
But they did not see what you saw, no, they did not see the weight she carried.
The exhaustion behind violet eyes after another bitter dinner shared with her father’s council, the tension that sat permanently in her shoulders when Queen Alicent was around, the quiet fury simmering beneath her skin every time another lord spoke over her, questioned her, dismissed her. And so you treated her the way no one else seemed willing to: like royalty, like the queen she had all the rights to be.
At first, you had simply been one among many servants assigned to her chambers in Red Keep when she was younger, but then she had started requesting you, preferring the fact that you were both around the same age.
You were quieter than the others; never prying, never gossiping, never shrinking around her the way some did when she grew sharp or impatient. Eventually, somewhere over the passing months, you became the one she trusted most.
You prepared her chambers, pressed her dresses, fastened the intricate silver clasps and ribbons at the back of her gowns, brought her wine after particularly miserable council meetings and helped remove jewelry from her neck when she was too exhausted to do it herself. And somewhere between those long years and her father dying—something shifted.
It had happened gradually with a glance held too long, a touch lingering where it had never lingered before or the way silence between you no longer felt like the silence between princess and servant and neither of you had dared name it. Not yet, at least. Because naming it would make it real and you had no idea if you were even allowed to dream about it.
Something had changed for sure; you had served her for a bit more than two decades now, watching her grow into a woman but these past years, something had shifted between the both of you. You had traveled all the way to Dragonstone to stay with her as she became older, just to stay by her sides as she tried to take back what was rightfully hers.
You felt the tension between you both now more than ever, it was impossible not to and especially today.
The afternoon sun spilled through the open balcony doors of her chambers as you stood behind her, carefully fastening the final silver clasp of a deep crimson gown she had chosen for supper. The fabric hugged the curve of her waist elegantly, the dark red making her pale hair appear almost luminous where it tumbled over bare shoulders.
Your fingers brushed the nape of her neck, you paused. It was accidental, barely even a touch if you were honest. But immediately—you felt Rhaenyra inhale; it was sharp, noticeable, her back straightening. Your own breath caught at her reaction and you stared at the pale skin exposed beneath her hair.
You should pull away.
But instead of moving, you remained there; too close, far too close for someone of your status. In front of you, her reflection stared back through the polished mirror: she was watching you.
Your fingers remained frozen against her neck. Then softly, words left her mouth. “You have become terribly hesitant around me.” Her voice was lower than usual. You immediately pulled your hand away, feeling your fingers trembling. “My apologies, my Queen.”
Her eyes narrowed in the mirror. “There.” You frowned slightly in curiosity, not understanding what she meant. “My Queen?”
“That tone.” She turned slowly in her chair until she faced you completely, close enough that your knees nearly brushed hers. “That overly formal tone you use whenever you grow nervous. I know it by heart now.” You swallowed.
“I do not know what you mean.”
A smile pulled faintly at her mouth. “You are lying.” You looked away immediately, and she noticed. Of course she noticed, Rhaenyra always noticed things when it came to you, it was nothing new.
She leaned back lazily against the chair. “You know…” she murmured. “I remember when you first entered my service.” You glanced back at her. “You could barely look at me.” The words almost bring a smile out to your face but you stop it from happening. “I was terrified back then.” You only reply to her and that earned a quiet laugh from her.
“Yes, I recall.” Her gaze moved over your face, slowly, too slowly. “And now?” Your throat felt dry, you can feel your heart beating inside your chest; loud and fast. “Now what, my Queen?” She tilted her head, her violet eyes looking at you.
“Are you still terrified of me?”
Silence.
You could hear your own heartbeat, once again.
She was doing this intentionally; pushing, testing. And Gods help you—you wanted her to keep going. You cleared your throat, then. “I respect you.” The words left your mouth so easily because it was only the truth. “That is not what I asked.” The room had suddenly become too warm and you tried stepping backward but she noticed immediately.
Her hand shot forward and wrapped gently around your wrist just to still you. Every muscle in your body locked and your back straightened just to appear taller than you already were. Her fingers were warm, they were soft against your skin.
Rhaenyra’s eyes flickered downward toward where she held you before her violet orbs slowly lifted again.
“No.” Her voice was velvet. “You are not frightened of me anymore, right?”
You couldn’t answer because the truth sat heavily in your chest, in your brain, inside all of your thoughts. She was right about it; you weren’t scared of her anymore, you were scared of the fact that you wanted her. That you wanted to feel her love, her skin against yours, her breath mingling with your own.
She released you after several endless seconds and the absence of contact felt immediate: it was cold and you felt empty about it. Rhaenyra stood, the movement forced you back half a step but even then, she stood directly in front of you.
The scent of jasmine oil drifted from her skin, you could see every little thread of silver-white hair from her head, or the way her violet eyes looked at you. Her voice softened when she spoke up. “Tell me something.”
“Yes, my Queen?” Again, that smile when you used her title. You cursed yourself internally at the use of it; like it was inked into your brain and you couldn’t do much about it. She stepped around you toward the balcony.
“Why do you insist on calling me that when I’ve said before you could be informal with me?” You turned to face her, curiosity on your face like you didn’t understand the meaning of her words. “Because you are the Queen, I must respect it. I believe it.”
She looked toward the sea in the distance. “But that is not why you say it.”
You stayed silent and she folded her arms, speaking up once more for you to hear. “Others call me Queen because they are required to.” She turned her head slightly, then. “You say it as though you are reminding yourself.”
Your pulse jumped, heart skipping a beat inside your chest. You had not realized she had noticed, but Rhaenyra noticed every single detail about every single thing. There was no way of escaping that, not as a servant.
Because every time you called her Queen—it was to remind yourself what she was. To you, she was untouchable, fire and way beyond you. She watched your silence carefully as you were thinking, then finally smiled faintly.
“You may go.” You blinked. “My Queen?”
She faced forward again, her hands grabbing the rocky balcony. All you could think about was how you’d kill to intertwine your fingers with hers; even if for just a second, just a moment with her. “I shall see you later.” Something in the way she said it made your stomach twist. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, you told yourself. So you bowed your head quickly. “Yes, My Queen.”
You turned and left the chambers, but you could feel her watching you all the way to the door or how her violet eyes seemed to never leave your form.
Night settled heavily over the castle: the humid corridors of Dragonstone had quieted considerably now, servants retreating to lower quarters while guards changed shifts beneath torchlight.
You sat alone in the servant chambers attempting to focus on repairing a torn sleeve from one of the younger princes’ tunics. It was impossible; your mind kept replaying the afternoon.
How Rhaenyra’s hand around your wrist, her eyes and the way she had stood impossibly close. Her deliberate teasing, the knowing look she wore every time your composure slipped. You pressed a hand over your face. Gods. What was happening? And worse: why had she suddenly decided to act on whatever this tension was between you?
A knock sounded sharply against the wooden door, which made you look up. Another servant stood there, squirming on her feet before speaking quietly. “The Queen requests you.” Your heart stopped, the sun had settled down, your chores were over. There was no need for Rhaenyra to call you this late. “Now?” The servant nodded once, timid.
You stood immediately, your hands suddenly felt cold and trembling as you wondered what would happen now. Have you made a mistake? Were you impolite earlier?
“Thank you.” You voiced to the servant before leaving the room. The walk through the corridors felt endless; every footstep louder than the last. You reached her chambers and the guards outside said nothing. One opened the heavy door, you stepped inside, quietly, heart skipping a beat inside your chest.
The door closed right behind you, loud and competing with the pace of your heart. You froze; the room was dimly lit with candles burned low across the chamber walls. The balcony doors stood open, allowing cool night air to drift through white silk curtains.
And there, across the room, Rhaenyra sat at the edge of her bed, waiting. She was no longer wearing the crimson gown from earlier, nor the heavy jewelries of the day. Instead, a loose ivory sleeping shift hung from her frame, thin and sheer enough that the candlelight caught every movement beneath the fabric. Her silver hair spilled freely over bare shoulders.
She looked impossibly beautiful. Dangerously so.
Your throat tightened and you lowered your gaze immediately. “You called for me, my Queen?” A long silence took over the room, the only thing you could hear was the waves crashing over the rocks of Dragonstone.
Then, her voice, quiet and soft. “Come closer.” You obeyed without thinking about it twice; each step felt heavier than the next but you felt your body buzzing. You stopped several feet away from her position and she frowned slightly. “I said closer.” It was an order, you felt like, and obeyed it for a second time.
You stepped forward again, now only a breath separated you. Rhaenyra tilted her head upward to look at you, her violet eyes seemed to analyze your everything. There was no teasing now, no, only something deep and unreadable burning behind violet eyes. She studied your face quietly, like she was searching for something in your expression.
“Tell me truthfully.” You forced yourself to meet her gaze when she spoke, curiosity on your face at that moment. “Yes?” Her voice lowered, you tilted your head to the side when hearing the next sentence. “Have you noticed it too?” You knew exactly what she meant, obviously.
But still, you whispered. “Noticed what?” One of her hands rose until slender fingers brushed against your wrist; at the exact same place she had touched you earlier. Her index paused at your pulse point, she could feel your heart skipping a beat and she hummed quietly, like it was exactly what she was searching for; a proof.
“This.” The word barely left her lips and her fingers moved upward, finally. She traced the inside of your forearm, watching every reaction cross your face.
You stood utterly still, unable to move, unable to breathe properly. Your thoughts were in shambles and you wondered if this was allowed; if you were allowed to dream about this again. Her hand reached your elbow, then higher and the soft fabric of your tunic wrinkled beneath her fingertips.
Rhaenyra spoke again. “For weeks now…” Her voice had gone quieter, like it was a secret only you were allowed to hear. “…I have watched you look at me when you think I do not notice.” Your chest tightened painfully but she continued, not aware of it. “You linger when fastening my gowns.” Her fingers reached your shoulder. “You stare when brushing my hair.” Her thumb dragged lightly over your collarbone. “And every time I touch you…”
She leaned forward slightly now, so close her breath warmed your skin and you almost gasped at the feeling of it. “…you stop breathing.” You swallowed hard, saliva stuck down your throat like a ball of words not ready to be said yet.
“Queen Rhaenyra…” She smiled softly at the title leaving your mouth. “Look at me.” Her fingers reached your jaw now, tilting your face fully toward hers. Your body had stopped functioning entirely; every thought scattered, your muscles relaxed, your pupils blown out. Her thumb traced your lower lip and she watched the movement with quiet fascination.
She ended up whispering to you. “Tell me how you feel.” You forced words out somehow; even if they weren’t what you truly wanted to say. “I should not.”
“Why?” Rhaenyra asked, her eyebrows furrowing at the words leaving your mouth like she couldn’t understand them. Like that wasn’t what she was waiting for. “You know why.” You only voiced back to you. A dangerous spark flashed in her eyes then; she refused that. “Say it.” Your chest rose sharply at the tone of her words, even though you weren’t scared of her.
“You are my Queen.”
“No.”
She leaned closer. “I’m so much more than that and you know it.” Her voice was quiet, but firm. You stared at her; unable to think for what felt like hours. She stood from the bed then and the sudden movement forced you instinctively to the side until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. And even then, she kept advancing, closing the distance again until your body nearly touched hers.
Rhaenyra stared up at you and neither of you breathing normally now.
Outside, somewhere in the distance, a dragon cried across the dark skies over Dragonstone. A cry that you recognized to be Syrax.
Inside the chamber—silence. It was heavy and charged with tension that you had never felt before, a tension that you had dreamed of for weeks now, if not months and years. Her fingers slipped slowly beneath your chin, holding you there. Her voice was quiet and soft when she spoke again, breathing against your face. “I grow tired…” Her lips hovered dangerously close now. “…of being the only one brave enough to do something about this.”
Your entire body went still; there was nowhere to look except her mouth and she noticed; a slow smile touched her lips.
Rhaenyra leaned closer, not kissing you yet but leaving only inches between you like she was giving you the choice to do something about it. Her voice became barely more than a whisper after a second of silence. “Tell me to stop.” Your lips parted but no words came because you couldn’t deny that you wanted it as much as she did.
Her thumb stroked your jaw once, eyes locked onto yours and the silence stretched without a single word leaving your mouth. You couldn’t deny it anymore. “That is what I thought.” The whisper hit your ear and with one final slow step forward, your legs gave way against the edge of the bed behind you.
Rhaenyra followed immediately with one hand braced beside your shoulder against the mattress, the other still cradling your face. Silver hair fell around both of you like moonlight and her gaze dropped to your lips again before they returned to your eyes. Her own breathing now uneven and just before the space between you disappeared entirely, she whispered against your mouth. “Tonight…”
Her fingers tightened slightly at your jaw. “I would very much like you to stop calling me Queen. Use my name.”
She didn’t wait for a reply from you before her lips found yours in a heated kiss; a kiss that transcended how much she had waited for it. Her hand tilted your jaw up as she pressed her mouth harder against your own. Both of your hands lifted up, hovering over her waist and the thin fabric of her nightgown like you weren’t totally sure if you had the right to touch her. Rhaenyra pulled away just to look at you. “Don’t think too much about it. Just focus on me.”
The words broke you out of your thoughts and just before you realized, you had rolled her over onto the mattress, now being the one on top. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes were wide for a tiny second before she relaxed and smiled at you; still guarded, but open.
“Is this alright?” You still asked, making sure you weren’t pushing it too far. She only nodded at you before both her hands cupped your jaw, bringing you back into a kiss. A whine escaped you, muffled by her lips as you kissed; you could feel the warmth of her skin, her breath against your face, her body under yours.
One of your hands moved to her thigh, lifting the sheet fabric of her nightgown upward to her stomach; Rhaenyra gasped against your mouth at the feeling of your cold fingertips on her skin. “You can touch me. I want you to.” The words left her mouth and you nodded, bringing her back into a kiss. A multitude of thoughts appeared in your mind, all those disappearing when the woman beneath you rolled her hips up.
Her hands curled around your neck, fingers through your hair as she pulled you closer.
Your fingertips sneaked toward her core as she opened her legs for you; it was warm, already wet as you pushed two fingers between her folds. The kiss was broken just so Rhaenyra could moan, her eyebrows furrowing at the feeling of your digits teasing her pussy. You smeared wetness around, making sure to slick her clit before your digits lowered to her hole.
“Gods, please, do not tease me.” She spoke, her violet eyes focusing on your face as you rubbed the entrance of her pussy; the muscles there clenching at the touch. You ended up licking your lips, looking down at her cunt and back up at her face. “I’m not—Alright, let me…” You focused, your mouth falling open like you were the one receiving the touch. The tip of your fingers pushed against her hole, her thighs trembling and you forced your fingers inside her.
Rhaenyra gasped, her back arching from the bed and toward you as you sighed. Her walls were warm and tight around your fingers; pulsating and clenching just to accommodate for you. You waited until you had permission to move. “Go, move—” The silver-haired woman spoke from under you, her forehead already glistening with sweat; the air around the chamber was humid and filled with tension.
Your eyebrows furrowed once more as you moved your fingers inside her, curling them to press against her inner-wall. Everything was so wet and warm, making it easier to pump your digits in and out, creating quiet squelching noises. Your orbs moved upward to focus on Rhaenyra’s face, her fingers ended up tugging at your hair which made you hiss and curl your fingers more.
“Your touch… is all I’ve wanted for weeks now. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” The words left her mouth is a quiet and soft tone, like she couldn’t believe to be this open with you. Like she was scared you could reject her and what she also felt for you. Your heart skipped a beat inside your chest, sweat forming at your back.
“Rh—Rhaenyra…” You stuttered the name, testing it on your tongue as it was your first time using it.
Her walls clenched around your fingers then, making you pump faster inside her. “Gods!” She gasped, eyes wide as the heel of your palm slapped against her sensitive clit, rubbing it while you searched for that one spot. The hand that was keeping you up fell from the mattress, just for your elbow to take its place. “Please, let me touch you more. Please, Rhaenyra.” You begged her.
The tugging on your hair softened before both her hands moved to cup your jaw once more, bringing you into a new kiss as you kept fingering her pussy. It felt like permission to you, and so, even with difficulties, your free hand moved to unknot the ribbon of her nightgown. The fabric slowly revealed her bare breasts, her perky nipples and her pale skin. When you both separated from the kiss, you didn’t lose any seconds before wrapping your mouth around one of her buds.
Rhaenyra moaned at the feeling, back arching up.
The fingers you had inside her sloppy pussy slowed, making her squirm beneath you. One of her hands moved to tug back on your hair, actually pushing your head closer to her chest at the same time. You moaned around her nipple at that; sucking and lapping at the bud, rolling your tongue around before gently nipping at it. You felt how her walls clenched around your digits and how squirmy she was being.
“Gods, you know how to touch me so well—please, do not stop.” She moaned out, her thighs shaking around your hand. You pulled away from her chest, letting go of her nipple in a loud pop! noise.
Your fingers were making a mess of her pussy as more wetness leaked out of her sloppy hole, slicking her clit and making her inner-thighs glisten. Rhaenyra’s hands moved to tug at the bedsheets, her knuckles white from the strength she had, all due to the pleasure she felt.
“You’re clenching around my fingers, Rhaenyra, Gods!” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying, your eyes lowering to where your fingers disappeared; loud squelching noises now echoing in the room.
Her head rolled to the side, hiding in the sheets as you fastened your pace. Your palm slapped against her clit, your fingertips rubbing at the spot right after her entrance. Rhaenyra’s hips rolled toward your hand as the pleasure kept coursing through her body.
Diving your head back toward your chest, you decided to press kisses along her sternum, under her tits and toward her bellybutton. She gasped at the sensation, moans leaving her mouth that vibrated against the rocky walls and hit your ears. It was beautiful, melodic, and powerful. “You sound so good, Rhaenyra… You’re doing so good for me.” The words left your mouth, whispered to her which made her violet eyes focus on your face.
“You have to make me come, now. I need to come on your fingers.” Is all she replied, making you take a deep breath. Your mouth traveled back to her tits and there, you decided to wrap your lips around her second nipple; sucking on it as she moaned. Your tongue pressed against the bud, rolling around it before you sucked harder. “Yes, oh Gods!” Her back arched up from the bed, pushing her breast harder against your mouth.
Her sloppy pussy clenched around your digits as they hit her g-spot; rubbing at the velvety walls vigorously. Her thighs shook, her hips jerked up as the pleasure coursed through her body. “I’m going to come! Don’t stop now!” You heard as you nibbled onto her nipple, suckling, letting saliva leak from the corner of your mouth and onto her breast.
At her words, you even fastened your digits, pumping inside her pussy. The muscles of your arm were burning now, begging to be relaxed but you didn’t listen to them; you couldn’t listen to them until Rhaenyra had come.
Both her hands moved once more, fingers grabbing at the fabric of your tunic to pull you closer to her warm body. It is with your palm hitting her clit hard with skin slapping skin noises that she finally came; crying out your name and shaking against the bed. Her muscles contracted and she squirmed.
“Gods! Yes, please! I’m coming! Fuck!” Her voice was loud in the chamber but neither of you seemed to care much about it, too focused on the moment.
The view of her with her glistening forehead and disheveled hair made something snap inside you—your fingers kept pumping inside her; even faster which made her gasp as her orgasm prolonged. Her head rolled onto the mattress as you lowered yourself with a newfound energy; just to press your mouth to her sloppy cunt. Rhaenyra’s eyes widened at the feeling of your tongue lapping at her clit and she pulled herself up on her elbows just to look at you, her legs shaking around your head.
Your free hand moved to spread her thighs open just to have a clear view of her pussy; glistening, slick and sloppy. “What are you doing?” She simply asked, her muscles still trembling but you only lifted your gaze up to look at her as you ate her out, shaking your head against her pussy as you flicked her clit with the tip of your tongue. She moaned, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and hips rolling upward.
Your mouth pulled away just so you could split a glob of saliva onto her sensitive clit, watching it drip between her wet folds and mix with her juices until it stopped at her hole, where your fingers were still buried. Your fingers pulled out just for a second, pushing your saliva inside her cunt before slamming back inside.
Your digits picked up the pace then, never faltering as Rhaenyra moaned. “Please—Gods, I can’t! Feels too good!” She cried out as your fingertips found her g-spot directly.
Head diving back to her cunt, you wrapped your mouth around her clit and sucked onto it, feeling her clit pulsate on your tongue. Tears formed at the corner of Rhaenyra’s eyes due to the pleasure, her mouth falling wide open as she spoke. “No! I’m going to come again… Gods, t-too much!” Her hips rolled toward your face and you sucked harder on her clit all while your fingers pumped inside her sloppy pussy. Her wetness was making everything more slick; her skin glistening with your saliva and juices.
Your tongue pressed against her sensitive nub before you pulled away in a loud pop! noise, now teasing her clit with flickers of your tongue. Once more, her gummy walls clenched around your digits and she squirmed. “Gods, no! Coming! I’m coming!” She cried out as you lapped at her cunt, tasting her juices on your buds. You licked flat strips between her folds before going back to her clit, sucking on it harder than before.
Rhaenyra wasn’t lying; she came again, but stronger this time. “Fuck! Fuck, please!” The cursing was loud, echoing against the walls as you kept going; your fingertips rubbing at her g-spot, your tongue flickering her clit.
“Please, Rhaenyra, keep coming for me.” You spoke against her cunt as she squirmed, elbows giving up and back arching. You lapped at her pussy, gathering her wetness on the tip of your tongue before sucking back on her clit.
She didn’t have time to warn you before her pussy clenched and her juices flowed out; hitting your face but more precisely, your mouth. You gasped in surprise, your jaw slacking immediately as you opened your lips to taste her. Your fingers kept pumping inside her, your free hand moving to rub at her clit with three fingers so she’d kept coming. Rhaenyra cried, body convulsing with the pleasure she felt, her thighs trying to close but you wouldn’t let her.
She squirted more as you overstimulated her clit and g-spot and it’s only once all the juices flowed out of her that you gently pulled your digits out.
The room was silent of words; only loud with whining and loud breathing. The bed creaked under your weight as you moved to sit on your knees, cleaning your face and fingers onto the fabric of your tunic. Rhaenyra was silent but watched you, face glistening with sweat. A few minutes passed as you also tried to breath again, asking yourself if all of this was a dream.
“Come here—” She spoke to you, waving you closer. You listened, crawling next to her body before falling down to imitate her position. Her body immediately melted into yours and one of your hands moved to grab her own.
“You were amazing.” She spoke, violet eyes looking at your face. “You made me feel amazing.” She added and you sighed at the words. “This is all I ever wished for, Rhaenyra.” You voiced back.
Her free hand lifted to your face, caressing the soft skin there. “Stay with me until the morning?” Her words were quiet but you felt all the feelings inside them; how she kept you close to her heart. “Am I truly allowed?” You whispered and she nodded, eyes searching for yours through the semi-darkness. “You are allowed, yes.”
“Then, I would love to stay with you, Rhaenyra.” A smile decorated her face for a while before she leaned her face closer to yours, pressed a kiss to your lips that lingered. When she pulled away, her hands gently undid the knot of your tunic, freeing your skin from the warmth of it.
“Let me show you how good I can also make you feel?”
. g!p dana evans // smut :: cum play, cum on food, eating her cum, workplace teasing, charge nurse authority, public secret, dirty talk, oral fixation, messy ownership, fem reader
navigation . kofi . @mckqys and i were discussing things so this was created : more ideas to come
thinking of g!p dana evans who cums on your food and makes you eat it like she’s being practical, like she isn’t standing there with her cock in her hand while your breakfast sits on the counter between you.
she’d have you perched on the edge of the kitchen chair before work, thighs pressed together under the table, still half-dressed for your shift. dana would be in her scrubs already, badge clipped to her waistband, hair neat, face calm, looking every inch like the charge nurse everyone at the hospital listens to. except her cock would be out, hard and thick in her fist, the flushed tip glossy with precum as she strokes herself over your plate.
she’d make you watch. no looking away, no pretending you’re embarrassed enough to stop her. her hand would move slow at first, thumb dragging over the head of her cock, smearing the slickness there before she tightens her grip and starts fucking into her own fist. she’d let out this low breath through her nose, eyes dark and fixed on you, because the whole point is making you see exactly what she’s about to add to your meal.
when she gets close, she’d step nearer, the head of her cock hovering right over your food. her hips would jerk once, twice, her composure cracking just enough for you to feel proud of it. then she’d cum over it, thick and hot, spilling in messy ropes across your breakfast while she watches your face with that smug, knowing little stare. some of it would drip over the edge of the food, glossy and obscene, and dana would stroke herself through every last pulse like she wants to make sure you get all of her.
then she’d set her hand on the back of your chair and lean down close, like she’s explaining something important during a shift. “extra sustenance,” she’d murmur, all calm authority and filthy amusement. “you’ve got a long day, sweetheart. you need to eat properly.”
and because it’s dana, because she’s the charge nurse, because she always sounds like she knows better than you, you wouldn’t argue. you’d pick up your fork with shaky fingers while your pussy aches under the table, wet from the sight of her cock still twitching after cumming all over your food. dana would stand there and watch you take the first bite, her eyes dropping to your mouth the second your lips close around it.
she’d get so quiet when you swallow. that would be the worst part. no teasing for a second, no joke, just dana staring like she can feel it going down your throat. her jaw would flex, her cock still half-hard in her hand, because she knows you’re eating her cum because she told you to. she knows you’re turned on by it. she knows you like being fed something filthy while she acts like it’s for your own good.
then she’d make you take another bite.
and another.
slow enough that she can enjoy every second of it. she’d tell you not to waste any, voice low and rough around the edges now, watching the shine on your lips and the way your thighs keep rubbing together. if a little of her cum catches at the corner of your mouth, she’d swipe it up with her thumb and press it back against your tongue, telling you to clean it up properly before work.
dana would make your lunch the same way, too. she’d be so neat about packing it, so domestic it almost feels sweet, except you’d know exactly what she did before sealing the container. she’d cum over your food again, slower this time, stroking herself with one hand while holding the lunch container steady with the other, making sure every bite has a trace of her on it. she’d snap the lid closed after like she just packed leftovers, then slide it into your work bag with that calm little smile.
at work, she’d be unbearable.
you’d sit in the break room with other nurses and doctors moving around you, conversations happening like normal, someone complaining about a patient, someone asking if there’s any coffee left. and there you’d be, opening the lunch dana packed, trying to act normal while your stomach twists with need because you know what’s in it. you know what’s coating it. you know dana came on it before she sent you into work with it tucked away like a secret.
dana would find excuses to pass by. of course she would. she’d walk through the break room with a chart in her hand, acting busy, acting professional, but her eyes would cut straight to you the second you lift the fork to your mouth. she’d watch you eat in front of everyone, surrounded by people who have no idea that the charge nurse’s cum is on your lunch, no idea that every bite is making your pussy wetter under your scrubs.
and dana would get hard from it.
she’d feel herself stiffening under her scrub pants while you sit there all polite and quiet, nodding along to whatever conversation is happening around you, pretending you’re not swallowing her down in the middle of the hospital. it would drive her insane, the casualness of it. the fact that everyone can see you eating, but only dana knows what you’re really full of.
later, when she finally gets you alone, she’d crowd you into some empty supply room or staff bathroom and ask if you finished your lunch. her hand would slide under your scrub top, mouth close to your ear, voice smug and warm as she asks if you were good for her. and when you nod, breathless and embarrassed, dana would grin like she already knew.
“that’s my girl,” she’d say, pressing her hard cock against you through her scrubs. “all fed. all full of me. exactly how you should be.”
. g!p dana evans // smut :: cum play, ruined panties, cum as lipgloss, pussy teasing, cock rubbing, messy ownership, public secret, fem reader
navigation . kofi . @mckqys and i were discussing things so this was created : more ideas to come
thinking of g!p dana evans who doesn’t even bother pulling your panties all the way down, just tugs them aside enough to get at you, her cock already hard and heavy in her hand. she’d be flushed at the tip, slick with precum, thick enough that even the drag of it against your pussy makes you whine. she’d rub herself through your folds slowly at first, letting the head of her cock slide over your clit, down to your wet hole, then back up again until your pussy’s glossy and swollen from how badly you want her inside.
but dana wouldn’t give you that yet. she’d just grin against your ear and tell you she’s only using you to make a mess today, pressing the tip of her cock right against your soaked pussy while she strokes herself fast. every time she gets close, she’d grind against you harder, smearing your wetness all over her cock until she’s panting, hips jerking, losing that smug little edge.
then she’d cum right there in your panties.
hot and messy, spilling over the fabric and against your pussy while she keeps the tip of her cock pressed between your folds, like she wants you to feel every pulse of it. she’d drag herself through the mess after, slow and filthy, coating your cunt with her cum before pulling your panties back into place so it’s trapped against you. then she’d smooth her fingers over the soaked fabric and tell you to keep them on, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
and before you can even catch your breath, dana would dip two fingers into the cum she left on you, gathering it from your panties and the slick heat of your pussy. she’d catch your chin, thumb dragging your bottom lip down before she smears it over your mouth, slow and deliberate, making your lips shine with her. then she’d tilt your face up, admiring you with that wicked little smile, and murmur that you don’t need lip gloss when you’ve got her.
