#writing this

he’s invited you into his home for a drink after a a shift, just to see if you’re liking ptmc and the night shift rotation in general. he starts freaking out when you kiss him, rubbing at his chest over his shirt. “i..i can’t do this with you.” he breaths into your mouth, though he doesn’t pull away. in fact he’s got his arms stiff as a board on the side of him while you’re on your knees on his couch, rubbing at his biceps.

“mmm..why not?” “because i’m your attending, and you’re my resident,” he shakes his head, groaning when you deepen the kiss. “it’s..it’s an abuse of power and it’s…” a throaty sound comes from him when he feels you drag your hands up his shirt, nails so taunting against his skin that feels on fire. “it’s not right, you’re so young.” “yeah? i am?” you say against his lips, feeling him nod against you.

“think i’m a big girl, i can make my own decisions.” you’re not met with a fight when you pull his shirt over his head, and his eyes stay towards the ceiling as his breath heaves. you’re almost nose to nose as you bite your lip, searching for his eyes while they bounce around everywhere but you.

“Jack,” you lure him with your finger under his chin, forcing the contact while he licks his lips, a dirty, remorseful expression on his face. “do you want this?” your eyes don’t leave his until you kiss at his cheek, trailing lower and tonguing at the scruff of his jaw, feeling him relax in your touch with a sigh. he squirms in his seat, his legs spreading under you as he grabs at the inside of his thigh. aww.

“y..yeah. yes, sweetheart. jesus,” he finds the peaking skin under your top as he grabs at your hip, the hand hot against you as you suck on his neck. “i’d..ohmygod, i don’t even know what i’d do to you.” he ticks his head over in the slightest, giving you more room as you kiss down to his collarbone.

Caleb is a teenager. All hormones and irrational decisions were prominent at this era of his life. Of course, he had his fair share of.. exploring beyond his years.

Which is why his stiff exterior perked up at the sounds upstairs. His game screen on pause, fingers clutching the controller tight.

What the heck is happening?

"Z-Zayne.. I can't do it-"

"..just breath in when I tilt it up."

"ow!"

"be quiet." Caleb heard the rustle of sheets. It can't be right? It can't be. His best friend (begrudgingly) and his meimei..

"it's so hard!"

"no, it's not. you just need some stretching."

"please, Zayne. I-!"

that made Caleb snap.

he tosses the controller out of the way, uncaring whether it hit the TV screen and made it cracked. he made it upstairs within record time as his legs burned from the sudden force.

WHAM!

The first time you call Neuvillette your husband, even though you two aren't married

Transmasc Daddy who's been teasing and torturing his princess's prostate and pussy with his fingers, pussy pumps and sensitivity lotions until she's a babbling and drooling mess. Biting and sucking on her nipples until she squeals and making them puff and stiffen up until they're hard enough to cut diamonds before putting them in clamps as she howls in joy and agony. Daddy fucks her prostate with his T-dick and silicone cock until she squirts and comes all over herself, as her pussy is scrambled by a Hitachi at max setting. Daddy cuddles and cock warms her as she sobs and shudders through another orgasm whispering into her ear that she's such a good girl for taking it all so well.