the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.
Synopsis: Camming was a way for you to get money while also indulging in the cuter things in life. Adorning baby doll dresses, lingerie with frills and bows, and getting dolled up was apart of your nightly routine. One night, a curious Moira stumbles upon your stream and is enthralled with your sweet demeanor.
Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)
Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Digitally Yours - Diamond White
Chapters: 1 2
𐙚 Chapter 1: Your Doll
Sprawled out on the bed, you were scrolling through your phone before letting it go with a dramatic sigh. It was a Saturday evening and you had absolutely nothing to do. Bored was not even the word you would use to describe how you felt, you were absolutely disinterested in everything around you. You could always cam tonight, but that was the last thing you wanted to do.
You had been a cam girl for a few months now as a way to make some extra money to support your frivolous lifestyle outside of your job at a local cafe. A typical stream consisted of you talking about your day, your interests, or whatever was bothering you recently, and in return your viewers would send money for showing a little something… extra. Some of the women who watched your streams even sent you lingerie sets to wear for them, they were all too kind when it came to spoiling you rotten. You were their princess, a doll that they could dress up for their pleasure, and you enjoyed every minute of it.
Pink frilly panties hug your hips, but remain hidden under a sheer babydoll slip dress. You had always taken a liking to more dainty and girly things and camming was one of the ways you got to express it for others to see as well.
Two cheeks softly dusted with pink blush, one pair of soft glossy lips, and a set of lashes to accentuate your doll-like eyes later, you set up your webcam across from your bed and started the stream. The website you used was completely safe, all of your information was kept secret, and you had even stayed entirely anonymous when you first became a cam girl. You usually had a set schedule so it took a while for your usual audience to start rolling in, but once they did the comments began flooding with comments, all confused as to why you were streaming tonight, but enthusiastic about it nonetheless.
Anonymous29721: Baby, you look absolutely ravishing tonight. ♡
darlingmommy: There’s my doll.
leslithefingers: She’s not your doll, she’s all of ours.
Anon1212: Doesn’t matter who’s she is, she’s hot.
You let a soft giggle slip past your lips as you watch the comments unfold, “There’s enough of me to go around for everyone…”
A soft bunny plushie, gifted to you by one of your viewers, made its way into your arms as you rambled on about your day. You detailed how your shift at the cafe went, especially talking about the customers who were less than nice to you. Your viewers showered you in praise for handling all of the situations so well and blush heated your cheeks uncontrollably. No matter how much praise you got from them it always felt like the first time. “You guys are too sweet…” a pout plays on your lips as you continue reading the comments. A moment passes and you let out a quiet gasp and your lips form a small “o” shape as you remember you wanted to show off the new lingerie you were wearing. You angle the webcam slowly down your body, letting the camera soak up every last bit of your body. From your full breasts, to your soft tummy, everything was being accentuated perfectly in the set.
You plop back down onto the bed and tuck your legs beneath you as you read the comments rolling in. Some were telling you how cute you looked, or how they wanted to just spoil you endlessly, but others were more vulgar as expected with a hobby like this. You usually rolled your eyes at these because the accounts who wrote them tried so hard to sound dominant in nature, and they came across sounding empty and just for show. But this one… this one came from a viewer you hadn’t seen before.
Doctorsorders: I’d like to part those sweet thighs of yours and see what type of nectar you drip… I’m sure you taste nothing short of divine my sweet doll.
Doctorsorders: These other women do not deserve to see you grace their screens if they do not know how to speak to you properly.
DONATION OF $500 RECEIVED. FROM DOCTORSORDERS.
Nothing could have prepared you for a donation that large from a first time viewer, usually they started with smaller tips or just simple compliments, but she had led with the money. “Thank you for such a large donation… Doctorsorders.” You read out her username, your tone dripping with honey. “Is there something I can call you?” You tilted your head slightly to the side, waiting for her answer.
Doctorsorders: I’d be happy to discuss that in private with you, my doll. I wouldn’t want to give up too much so soon…
Doctorsorders: Message me any time, I’d be happy to chat with a woman like you. I bet you’re so soft… and pliant… so easy to please. I’d like to find out.
She was beginning to become more intriguing by the second, there was no way you could pass up an offer like hers. “I’ll take you up on that offer then.” Your mind was on the mysterious woman the whole rest of the stream. Focusing on anything other than her was proving to be a harder task than you thought, so you wrapped everything up swiftly and said goodbye to the rest of your viewers, claiming the fatigue of the day was getting to you, and that you’d talk to them again next week.
You sigh quietly, tossing and turning in your bed as you contemplate messaging the woman in your comments who gave you butterflies from the moment she typed in chat. It was safe to say you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself when messaging her, she sounded so… elegant, sultry even. She was clearly attracted to your demeanor though, so you weren’t quite sure what was stopping you from just sending a quick message.
urdoll: Hi! That was a pretty large sum-
No… you thought to yourself. You couldn’t start talking about the money right away, she would think that was all you cared about. You deleted the message quickly.
urdoll: Hello…
A whine of frustration escapes your throat and you fall back onto the bed with your phone held to your chest. You type and delete at least 15 messages before giving up and ending the last one you had drafted.
urdoll: Hi…you really have a knack for charming girls just like me, huh? I’d like to get to know you some more, so what can I call you Miss Doctorsorders? ♡
You hit send and instantly throw your phone onto the bed awaiting her answer. It was late into the night, the moon and stars already hung high in the sky, so you didn’t expect an answer right away. A few minutes later and many thoughts pondering if you had come across as too forward later, your phone buzzes and you scramble to pick it up. Your heart races out of your chest as you open up the message.
Doctorsorders: Moira, but you can call me whatever you please, my dear. What might be the name of the lovely little rabbit who captured my attention tonight?
You know you shouldn’t tell her your real name, but something was telling you to share it with her. After all, you wanted to get to know her in every last way.
Imagine supermarkets build for monsters, the shelves so high you can't reach the top level without help. There's stools around the store that you can move, but you are too tired to do that, so you try to climb. But you trip, of course you do, you've never been graceful in any way. You never get to hit the ground before you feel some strong arms around your body, holding you up. You look around and see a big lizard man, at least double your heigh. He's so freaking tall, and his arms are so freaking strong... He asks if you need help reaching the top shelf, and you blush, nodding as he puts you down and grabs what you were trying to reach without any problems. He calls you cute and asks for your number... just in case you need help with any other top shelves.
Tags : Drunk sex, Blow Jobs, Hand jobs, Thigh Riding, Riding, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected sex, Creampie, slight voyeurisim (Dabi), Pervy Shiggy, Name calling (Whore & Angel), Gaming sesh, Pre-PLF coded shiggy (Idk, I just like him that way), Happy Ending <33
Summary : The pent-up sexual frustration was building up while drinking with your colleagues, so you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.
Tomura was the type to stay in his room in the base, doing whatever incels liked to do.
When you'd pass his door, you'd hear the clacking of a keyboard accompanied by various sound effects from video games. Just like tonight, you passed by his room while you heard just that.
You knocked on his door before waiting afew seconds, you pried the door open to see his back turned from you and eyes fixated on his monitors like always.
"Hey boss, y'gonna join us?" You asked, holding the alcohol bottles for him to see. His head only turned enough to see you in the corner of his eye, red crimson eyes seeing the bottles only to look back to the screen.
He wasn't wearing any headphones, so he was obviously ignoring you as a 'no'. You rolled your eyes before heading out of his room, closing the door in front of you.
You sat with the rest of the league. "Where's sigaraki?" Spinner asked when he saw you."He doesn't wanna join, too busy with his game or somethin' " You sighed before sitting down.
It didn't matter to them that he didn't join, but that was to them. You were at least hoping to get close to him yourself.
You'd catch him talking to Spinner about their games or Twice and Toga bothering him while you watched their antics. He avoided conversation when it wasn't needed, but he avoided you constantly. Giving you a quick answer or two if needed, then storming off.
To you, he was mysterious and attractive in a questionable way.
But to him, you were like a drug, something to stay away from. More like an innocent angel, something he shouldn't ruin with his incel bullshit.
The countless times he'd have to run back to his room with his tail in-between his legs and a painfuly hard cock all because you wore shorts that day.
You were adorable and hot. It was so unfair having someone like you on the team right there yet so out of his grasp.
He wouldn't call you a "crush" just a fuckable inconvenience.
So like that the night continued, most of them talking to eachother drunkenly telling their stories with the enthusiasm of a child, yet you we're still getting tired of them, no wonder Shigaraki always hid in that room of his.
You were drunk, the noise of your other drunk colleagues made it worse.
The worst thing was that you were horny. You hoped tonight would fainally be used to get rid of all your pent-up frustrations from the busy month, but once you got the invitation to drink, you couldn't say no.
You considered Dabi. His scars were hot, but he was too much for you. Toga? She's cute, but there's no way you could handle her. Spinner was on another dimension at this point, and Compress already called it a night and retreated to his room.
So you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.
You stood in front of the door, not hearing the clacking keys anymore but some streamer playing in the background. You didn't know which, and you didn't care.
You knocked a few times, waiting a few seconds and entering.
He noticed you enter, of course he didn't pay any mind to you, eyes still on the screen.
You stumbled to him, placing the alcohol bottle on his table, "I told you I'm not drinking." He stated, the rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine, yet it was so addictive. turning his squeaky gamer chair to face you.
You didn't even bother to give him a response, getting on your knees with your face in between his legs, already working on the tie on his sweatpants.
"What are you!-" You hushed him, pulling down his boxers and licking the limp shaft until it got hard. you didn't know what excited you more, the fact it doubled its size, or you couldn't even close your fist around it.
You swirled your tounge in circles around the red swollen tip, giving it the occasional kiss to tease.
The door was still slightly pryed open, open enough if someone walked past in front of the door they could see you seducing the boss so drunk on Hennessy you couldn't even think.
The streamer still talking away to their chat, not knowing one of their viewers were about to get sucked off during the stream.
"Hey whore! Cut it out, you're drunk." He called your attention hoping to snap some sense into you, you were unknowingly about to give Tomura his first blowjob.
"So?" You said in a loving tone, a small giggle slipping through your lips as you lowered your head.
"It's Tomura." He said, reminding you like you mistook him for someone else, "I know." You looked up at him, your hooded eyes staring into his, admiring every feature.
The beauty mark near his lips, his deep red eyes, and the fluffy hair almost curtained over his eyes. You never really realized how cute he was out of his uniform.
Tomura swolled anxiously. If this was his fate, then so be it.
Your mouth engulfed him, tounge licking every inch of skin and sensitive gland on his cock, it would occasionally twitch on your moving sloppy tounge.
His left hand clicked the space bar, pausing whatever he was watching as his attention was now greedly stolen by you.
His right hand was placed on your head, mindful of his pinky. Petting your soft hair as your head bobbed up and down.
His raspy moans and groans polluting the room as a bit of the noise slipped through the open door, the praises of "fuck yeah." Slipping through his wounded lips, and his slightly fucked out expression lit up by the monitor.
He watched your cheeks hollow and plump lips move on his girth, tounge teasing every vein you knew was sensitive and your hand stroking whatever you couldn't handle, he was scared he was gonna wake up if he moved too much.
His abdomen tensed from the pleasure, eyes closing shut yet desperate to watch you, struggling to catch his breath in between his moans.
His mind went black, only hoping that he did join you guys for drinks. Maybe he'd find out why out of all the annoyingly hot people on the team, you chose him.
You slipped him out of your mouth, wiping the spit off your chin as you got back on your feet.
His crimson eyes met yours, confused before you straddled him in his chair, sitting over him as you removed your pajama pants, making them puddle on the cold floor.
His mind was racing, miltipule thoughts suriging a storm in his mind but he saw the one thing that could possibly make it stop and not ruin the sight, he took the bottle off the table taking a few swigs before looking back at you.
You seated on his clothed thigh, frilly pink panties against the boring Grey sweatpants he'd sport every day.
Pink fabric already stained with your lust as you grinded against his clothed thigh for friction you only dreamed of.
His finger was under your chin, forcing you to look at him. With your pleading hooded eyes and quivering lips, not to mention the adorable flushed cheeks from the achohol.
All you wanted to do was rub your needy sex against the muscle of his thigh as your hands explored the body under his black hoodie.
His sadistic eyes looked down on you when he'd occasionally jolted his leg up to make your squirm and shiver.
You heard footsteps grow closer, walking more like drunkenly stumbling to the door.
Averting your eyes was a mistake, only to be told off with a demanding "mm-m, eyes on me." From Tomura.
Of course, you complied, even stroking him during it.
The contrast of feeling your soft hands around his length was so much better than his calloused hand he used.
Shuddering breaths inches away from your lips as your hips rocked back and forth, knowing the eyes on you, yet you couldn't see who they belonged to.
Compress is asleep, Spinner? No, he wouldn't stay that long, Toga? Probably would walk away just hearing the sounds. So it was Dabi, that creep.
Even though the embarrassment was painful, it still felt good to know someone's watching you have the privilege to grind on the boss so earnestly.
Stroking his cock as his hands were busy holding your face up so he could examine you and holding the shared alcohol bottle in his other hand.
Tomura let go of your chin, giving you the opportunity to look while he guided your legs to straddle him.
And your guess was correct, you and Dabi were looking at each other as he leaned against the doorframe, giving you a condescending grin as he watched you fall apart on the boss's deadly touch.
You looked back at shigaraki, he was well aware of the captive audience watching the both of you be he didn't care as usual, he didn't care who you'd fuck after this, aslong as he got to right now.
He guided your hips to lower onto him, slowly sinking down on him.
he held you by your hips supporting your movements, controlling your pace as you grinded with him inside, you moand into his ear only to get him harder, twitching against your gummy walls.
It didn't take long before he made you start bouncing, he looked at you so enfacueted, you looked so perfect to him, hair a mess and so intoxicated on his cock, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pleaded for his kisses.
Dabi watched the scene, feeling his cock strain against the fabric of his clothes, watching your adorable expressions while you fucked someone with that kind of power.
It was annoyingly hot.
He could watch all he wanted, but he knew once Tomura was done with you, you were forever off limits.
He closed the door infront of him, giving you both some privacy before leaving to his room, probably just gonna stroke himself to that mental image of you fucking him instead.
Tomura took his fainal drink, placing the empty bottle on his table. Sure, it tasted bad, but at least he was feeling even better now.
His hands fainally explored your body, tracing your curves and stomach before finding their place on your waist, thumbs rubbing against the skin over your ribcage.
Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved, tempered by the alcohol it only made everything better and a bit sloppy.
Your insides coating his cock in a white opaque liquid from all your pent up frustrations, all those nights you couldn't get off from the busy schedule.
Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time you rutted against him.
The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.
Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickies to discover in the morning.
He was bigger than expected or you were just more pent up than you knew, regardless of who needed this more you knew this wouldn't be the last.
Your bounces became faster, more needy for the feeling of his tip hitting your gushing cervix, the smug smirk you saw on his face, and the ghostly touches on you skin.
Your movements were animalistic, yet something about his static nature claimed you, watching you get off drunkenly using him.
You were zealous on the pleasure, now pawing at his hoodie, tugging as a sign of your limits before he clicked his tongue stealing your attention.
"Just a bit longer, angel." His raspy voice saying sweet things, maybe it was the alcohol but that meant a lot to you.
He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked, coming into his room to suck and ride him, yet something about you was angelic.
Not to mention the look of bliss you had on your face at that name, 'angel, angel.' His voice ricochet around your head.
"I don't think I can, boss." You managed to slip through your moans, so adorable that you're still calling him that.
"It was an order." His voice low, almost like a growl. His lips met the skin of your jaw, and you tried your best to hold on, savoring the sensations.
Your shakey legs and breaths were so painfuly obvious to him that he had to watch you like this for even a bit longer.
He hasn't felt touch in a while, and now suddenly being flooded with such intimate contact made him berserk.
With one pull on your waist, he thrusted into you, releasing all his pent-up seed inside you, flooding and painting your gummy walls with his warm fluids.
The knot in your stomach shaped with his forceful actions, making you squirm on his lap and grip on his clothing while letting out the most erotic moan he's ever heard.
Far better than whatever porn he used to watch.
•••
You woke up with a pulsing headache, eyes opening to see the familiar room and Shigaraki on his computer set up that was right beside his bed.
He sat there peacefully, headphones in so you wouldn't wake up from the various video game sound effects he'd usually blast.
An empty Hennessy bottle on his desk and your pajama pants nicely folded at the feet of the bed, you sat up, gaining Tomuras attention.
He looked at you, acknowledging your presence for what felt for the first time.
He braced himself for the names you'd call him 'creep, pervert, peice of shit' he was ready for anything except when you stayed quiet, rubbing your eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the monitor.
You didn't care that you were half naked in his bed, just caring about where breakfast is.
"Hey, wanna get pizza?" You said casually, your voice still a bit groggy.
Tomura removed one side of his headphones, "seriously? That's all you're gonna ask." He said in his usual dead tone, his raspy voice with a croak as you guessed he woke up only a few minutes ago.
Unlike last night, he was playing a single player game so now he had the privilege to pause so he could actually listen to you.
His headphones dangled around his neck, turning his chair to face you.
He saw you already on your phone, looking through the pizza shops website for new deals.
"Are you ignoring me?" He asked, his voice turning gruff. He could ignore everyone if he wanted to, but he couldn't stand being ignored.
"No." You said clacking away at your phone screen. "I asked you a question, and you didn't answer properly. You're actually ignoring me." You teased.
"Now what do you want." You said placing the phone to your ear, "Anythings fine." He muttered as you spoke to the employee on the other side of the phone.
•••
You sat on the floor of his bedroom, eating slice after slice while he ate beside you having your first conversation together when he suddenly asked a question.
"Do you remember last night?" He asked before swallowing down the food he was eating, "Last night? A couple of things, why?" You asked back, hoping you didn't have anything important you had to do that night.
"Well, we fucked last night. Don't know if you remembered that." He said, a pink hue forming on his cheeks from the embarrassment of having to remind you.
"Yeah, I remember." You said grabbing another slice like it wasn't anything important.
He was honestly stunned how comfortable you were like this, sitting with him on the floor eating pizza while you only wore your panties and top. You were practically strangers last night.
"I'm the one who initiated it dumbass, of course I remember." You said,"Not everything, but I know it was good." You confessed.
It was like a weird dream, remembering fragments of the night every few minutes.
"So, why?" He asked, almost concerned in his sentence. "I was horny, You were cute. You connect the dots." You said with a giggle in your sentence.
"Right.." he said, he never had anyone call him that.
Minutes pass, hours, actually. Yet you willingly stayed in his room listening to him rant about his games, and he'd listen to you rant about your interests.
When night feel you decided to head out, you both spent the whole day talking you lost track of time, Shigaraki watched you walk away opening the door before he spoke.
"Hey," he called out, you looked behind you to see him pulling out a set of controllers for the both of you.
He mentioned he had a few controller friendly games on his PC a few hours ago.
"About those games.." he cut his sentence, trying to find the words until he noticed you shut the door and walked towards him.
He was never the best with words, but you understood him and the awkward language he spoke.
You sat in between his legs, grabbing one of the controllers from his hands.
He memorized every button on the controller already, so he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you seated as his chin rested above your head.
He'd talk to you later about getting a separate chair if this would be a usual occurrence, but right now, it was just you and him with the controllers and monitor.
Finally, replacing your noisy teammates with the peace you found in each other.
A/N : I'm alive!! Sorry I haven't posted, I got my first case of REALLY BAD writers block, but now I got back into my element!
(Solution to Writters block : Get zonked 🍃)
To all of those who sent asks, I SWEAR I DO ALL ASKS JUS GIVE ME SOME TIME <33 :sob:
Question: does anyone know any poc deities with connections to turtles? I want to get into deity worship/work and my great grandmother loved turtles and I've been seeing them absolutely everywhere lately.
