SEPIDEH MOAFI as DR. BARAN AL-HASHIMI THE PITT | Season 2, Episode 15, "9:00 P.M."
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SEPIDEH MOAFI as DR. BARAN AL-HASHIMI THE PITT | Season 2, Episode 15, "9:00 P.M."
ೃ༄*THEIR SWEET GIRL ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
nsfw
baran al-hashimi x cassie mckay x nurse!fem!reader
warnings: mdni (18+), threesome, strap-on (r!receiving), cunnilingus (r!receiving), humiliation, mommy kink, fingering (r!receiving), edging (r!receiving), slight possessiveness, sex toys (r!receiving), bondage, breast/nipple play (r!receiving)
author’s note: decided to actually go through with it and write a threesome with cassie and baran..god my horny ass thoughts were on something, but i DESPERATELY need them both, please please please
It’s been a stressful work day, you’re gathering up your things before leaving the hospital to head back home. You just needed to relax, especially after being juggled around by Baran and Cassie between patients. It was obvious that the other nurses knew you had a crush on the both of them, but you shook your head as you began to walk towards the exit of the hospital to leave after clocking out of your shift.
In the corners of your eyes, you can see both Baran and Cassie chatting it up with your fellow nurses then next thing you heard were the words, “Yeah, she liked you both for a while now but she feels..guilty about the entire thing.” followed by your name and you froze in place. Holy shit.
“Come here for a moment, yeah?” Cassie said, you sighed and turned to walk towards them—your gaze on the floor, refusing to look up when you got close.
Baran pinched your cheek, her thumb grazing your bottom lip as she tilted your chin up with her index finger. “Is it true? You have a crush on both Dr. McKay and I?” Her voice stern.
Your eyes widened, your eyes gazing between the both of them—not wanting to say anything, you were struggling to find the right words. “Someone’s awfully quiet, I bet you she probably has wet dreams about the both of us.” Cassie teased, patting your shoulder and your face immediately turned red.
“I do not, that’s absolutely absurd.” You replied, you grabbed Baran’s hand and moved it away from your chin then looked at Princess, glaring your eyes at her as if telling her that she’s dead to you. Baran raised a brow at that, her arms folded now as she stared at you then back at Cassie.
“Can the two of you quit staring like you’re about to pounce at me?” You shook your head as you began to walk away, back towards the exit but instead of proceeding to walk out of the hospital—you found your body standing there frozen, then suddenly you turned back around and approached both Baran and Cassie.
Next thing you knew, you were back at your apartment with both Baran and Cassie—Baran’s front pressed against your back as you rode Cassie’s strap, your hips stuttering slightly as you felt Baran’s fingers rubbing your clit, a faint cry escaping from your lips.
“Oh god, oh my god—” you panted, your head pressed against Cassie’s shoulder, her hands guiding your movements as the tip of her strap kissed your sweet spot with every thrust of her hips up into you. Your walls began to flutter around the toy, the sounds of the bed creaking filling up the bedroom followed by..a buzzing sound?
You move your head from Cassie’s shoulder, turning your head to see Baran holding a vibrator in her hand and your eyes widened. Baran brushed her lips against your ear, dragging the vibrator down to where you and Cassie are connected.
“Deep breaths, sweet girl.” She cooed, you whined and jolted slightly as you felt the vibrator pressed against your clit. Your entire body trembling, your orgasm building up rapidly by the second. A loud groan escaped from Cassie’s lips, she could feel your walls fluttering around her once more. One of her hands trailed up to your breasts, her fingers pinching, twisting, and pulling on a peaked nipple while Baran’s lips pressed gentle kisses against your neck. A loud gasp filled up the room when you felt her teeth biting down into your neck, her tongue licking where she bit to soothe the pain.
“I can’t— oh fuck, I’m cumming!” You sobbed, your orgasm washing over you in an instant, your breathing heavy as you went limp against Cassie. Your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, catching your breath, the sounds of heavy breathing in the room now followed by a faint buzzing sound. Baran pulled the vibrator from between your legs, turning it off and tossing it to the side before her hands found your waist—helping you off of Cassie’s strap, placing you down carefully on the bed, your back on the mattress.
“Eyes on us,” Cassie whispered, you slowly opened your eyes at her voice after coming down from your high, your cheeks flushed, sweat beads on your forehead. “Do you know where you keep your towels at, sweetheart?” Cassie asked, you weakly nodded your head.
“In the closet in my bathroom,” you replied faintly. Cassie nodded her head, getting up from the bed but before she walked away—her lips brushed against Baran’s ear, whispering something in her ear. You couldn’t hear what was said, but as soon as Cassie disappeared into the bathroom, you can see a smirk tugging on the corners of Baran’s lips.
Baran’s eyes glanced towards yours, “Ever been tied up before?” She whispered, she reached over to your nightstand—opening the drawer and reaching in there, grabbing a rope as her eyes stared at the other toys you had in the drawer.
“Kinky much?” She closed the drawer, grabbing your wrists and pinned them above your head then grabbed the rope. She made two loops, overlapping and passing each loop through the other by their opposite edges, then pulled on the loops out up to match the size of your wrists before putting your wrists through the loops and tightening them to complete the knot.
Your eyes widened in surprise, your eyes staring into Baran's as she settles herself between your legs—her body hovering over yours. She pulled you into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding into your mouth while her hands explored every curve and dip as if you were an art piece. She pulled away from the kiss, her lips dragging down to your jaw planting harsh kisses along your jaw before moving down to your neck. Her teeth grazed your pulse point before biting down, leaving a faint red mark in its waking.
Your back arched against the mattress, a faint gasp leaving your lips. You watched as she moved down your body, planting kisses wherever she could place them before she settled her head between your legs. You heard footsteps again, Cassie walking back into the bedroom with a small towel in her hand. When Cassie saw Baran's face between your legs, she paused for a moment with a raised brow.
"Going down on her without me here to watch? Bold move, Al-Hashimi." She said, she began to move again towards the bed—placing the towel on your forehead to clean the sweat off then tossed it into the laundry hamper.
Baran groaned at Cassie's sentence, pulling her face out from between your legs to look at her with annoyance. "You got to fuck her with your strap, let me have this for once, yeah? She's mine as of right now." She replied before diving back between your legs, her hot breath against your clit and you whined desperately—your hips trying to buck up against her mouth, needing friction this instant.
A smirk curled on Baran's lips, she instantly laughed at you for trying to buck your hips up against her mouth. Her hands moved to your hips, pressing you down against the mattress to keep you still. "So whiny and needy, one orgasm wasn't enough for you?" She teased then suddenly; her mouth was on you. Her tongue swiping one filthy stroke up against your pussy slowly, your head immediately tossing back against the pillow.
"Oh god.." you gasped, her tongue pressing against your clit; her mouth latching against you hard.
The sounds of obscene wet noises filling up the room followed by your whines, then suddenly the word "mommy" slipped out from your lips and Baran froze while a groan escaped from Cassie's lips. She pulled back, her eyes looking up at yours from between your legs. Fuck.
"Say that again." Baran breathed, "Call me that name again." You shook your head, refusing to give in, and Baran couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Oh? Quiet now, are we? Fine, but you don't get to cum until you call me that name again." She said, then she dove right back in—her tongue working fast against your clit and pumping two fingers inside your entrance without any warning.
A loud cry filled up the room in a heartbeat, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure began to take over you completely. Your chest rising and falling fast, your heart pounding hard in your chest, heat building up fast in your lower abdomen. You were close and she knew, but she wasn't going to allow you to fall over. "Oh fuck, oh g—" you were cut off at sudden feeling of her fingers suddenly slowing down, not enough to help you push you over the edge and you whined.
"Fuck, Baran please!" You protested, your hips bucking against her hand and mouth trying to chase your release. She shook her head, a smirk curling on her lips as she heard your pleas, "Call me that name again or I stop." You whined even more at that, but with no other choice, you gave in.
"God, mommy please—" you whimpered, Baran immediately caved in—her fingers pumping in and out of you fast, her lips sucking hard against your clit. Her fingers curled hard against your g-spot, a broken sob ripping out from your throat as she continued to curl her fingers relentlessly: instantly pushing you to the edge.
That second orgasm had you seeing stars, your head immediately going dizzy, your legs clamping shut around Baran's head while her fingers and tongue slowed down; helping you come down from your high. After you came back into reality, Baran withdrew her fingers that were now coated in your juices as she got up from between your legs. Cassie leaned over, untying the rope from around your wrists then reached over to grab Baran's wrist, taking Baran's fingers into her mouth sucking your cum off and moaning at the taste.
After cleaning off Baran's fingers, Cassie climbed into bed—pulling you between you and Baran, her fingers tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "That's it, such a sweet girl..let both of your mommies take care of you now." She cooed as she glanced at Baran, smiling at one another before returning their attention back to their sweet girl.
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or: the one where you finally discover the limits of cassie’s patience
cw: age gap relationship (cassie is 42, r is in her early 20s), med student!reader, porn with very little plot but it’s kind of long, brat!reader, brat tamer!cassie, bottom!reader, top!cassie, butch!cassie always and forever, spanking (r!receiving), dirty talk, mean dom!cassie, degradation kink (r!receiving), praise kink (r!receiving), strap-sucking (cassie!receiving), pussy eating (cassie!receiving), face-fucking (r!receiving), ‘jesus christ’ used but neither of u r religious and it’s not used in a religious context, fucking with the strap (r!receiving), face down ass up, a lil dacryphilia??, rough sex, daddy kink, overstimulation (r!receiving), squirting, cassie’s a lil ooc im sorry i got carried away🥹 a little bit of aftercare at the end, only proofread once cuz im tired lmfao bear with me pls
Remember when I said you loved to tease the shit out of Cassie, seldom getting an entertaining reaction out of her but doing it nonetheless? Yeah, today was the day you discovered the extent of said reactions, just how entertaining they can get.
She wasn’t even in a bad mood— you’ve just been playing in her face all day, like you always do. Deliberately selecting the skimpiest indoor attire to walk around in, occasionally adding a painfully slow bend towards the floor when you just happen to be standing with your back to her; letting a poorly suppressed giggle escape as you feel her ogle at your ass, before standing up straight and strutting to another room of her flat. You’ve been downright insufferable for the past 12 hours of her off-day; not in the way that rained on her parade, but the way that set her on flames from the inside out— like a Spanish bull being tantalized by crimson cloth. Her last straw was when you decided to make it clear to her that you were braless under that camisole top, raising a shoulder and letting the left strap slip down to reveal a shadowy sliver of your areola. And you had the sheer fucking audacity to snicker at her under your breath, like testing the boundaries of her patience was most exhilarating.
And yes, usually she had an uncanny tolerance for your shenanigans— experiencing rehab, jail-time, a childish ex-husband, an actual child, and a restraining order by she-who-must-not-be-named indeed does numb you into a monk over time. But even monks have their limits…hers just happened to be a little brat half her age whom she loved very dearly. Who also happened to be getting on her last nerve right now.
McKay wasn’t the type to play the game with you; she humors you, lets you poke and prod and tease, which typically led to one of two outcomes: your act crumbling in the face of your neediness and pushing you to beg, or her getting fed up and giving you what you want times ten. Both paths ended with you getting plowed into the mattress, but one could get much…crueler than the other. You were about to find out just how much, though.
And it’s safe to say that you were succeeding, much to Cassie’s dismay (not really). She marched into the living room, only to see you lounging on your stomach, back slightly arched, emphasizing your short-clad asscheeks. You were casually scrolling through your phone as you swung your legs languidly, no indication that you’ve taken note of her commanding presence other than a tiny smirk playing at your lips. All you did was shift your hips subtly to place her attention on your body (as if it wasn’t already on there), and go back to fixating on TikTok— that dumb app that seemed to consume your generation in swarms.
“Enjoying yourself?” Cassie asked pointedly, her eyes boring into the back of your skull until you were forced to divert your attention to her.
“Very much,” You answered with an innocent smile.
“Yeah, I can tell.” She edged closer, which marked the beginning of a battle for your composure.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You tell me, baby,” The older woman hummed, now leaning over and casting a shadow over your outstretched body. The ravenous look in her eyes made you gulp.
“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do, hon,” She chuckled dangerously. She approached the curve of your back with her index finger, tracing a slow, torturous line along your spine and narrowing her eyes when you shivered.
“Surely you don’t think I’m that dense, do you?” Her hand arrived at the top of your ass as her rhetorical registered in your brain, groping the now slightly tensed flesh there intently.
“N-No…”
Her hand relaxed on top of your right asscheek for a few seconds, before she lifted it and landed a sudden, uncharacteristically hard smack on your skin, prompting a startled yelp from you. “Can’t fucking hear you. Give me a full sentence.”
“No, I don’t think you’re dense,” You breathed out, your tone growing unusually meek given that bratty streak you’ve been on lately.
“Damn right I’m not, good girl,” She grunted, shooting you a wolfish grin as she palmed your asscheek through the fabric of your shorts.
“Aww, why so tense, sweetheart?” The mocking tone of her coo made you squirm.
“I-I’m not te–“ The denial earned you a second, harsher smack, on your left asscheek this time. Your precedented squeal was followed by a weak glare over your shoulder, to which Cassie responded with a smug raise of her brows.
“Maybe it’s because things aren’t going as smoothly as you want them to,” The redhead mused. “Am I right?”
You resorted to shaking your head and mumbling something unintelligible under your breath, but then her other hand reached towards your face and firmly steered your chin to face her.
“You look at me while I’m talking to you,” She snapped, smushing your cheeks in her grip. “And you say your words loud and clear. I shouldn’t have to remind you, sweet girl.”
You gulped yet again, feeling the tormenting heat blossoming between your legs more than ever now, and decided to go down with your ship. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Cass.”
“Oh? You don’t?” Cassie spoke slowly, her voice gaining a taunting lilt as her hand descended along your ass, until it was cupping your warm pussy through the seam of your shorts. “This right here says otherwise, baby.”
That earned a strangled, very telling little noise from the base of your throat, as you struggled to keep your eyes on hers.
“It doesn’t say shit,” You managed feebly.
“Does it not?” Cassie sneered. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I take a little look to see for myself.” Before you could protest, McKay was forcefully tugging your shorts down over your ass, and huffing out a snarling laugh at the unmistakable, wet stain on your panties.
“Doesn’t say shit, my ass,” She jeered, poking at your hole through the cotton and making you whine. “Can’t believe you have the nerve to lie to my face with this going on in your pants, babe.”
“Just do something about it!” You hissed with a mix of frustration and neediness, your facade falling apart at the seams. But of course, she won’t comply. All she did was fake a scandalized gasp and give your pantie-clad cunt a rough spank.
“Is this how we ask for nice things, honey?” She scolded you, tugging your underwear until your slick pussy lips and asscheeks were swallowing the fabric. “Jesus, what have I been teaching you this whole time? Huh? Tell me.”
Your cheeks burned with humiliation, knowing that you had no other choice but to answer her. “To say please…”
Apparently it wasn’t enough for her, because she gave your pussy another spank— this time, landing dead on your clit. “And what else?”
“Shit, Cass!” You cried out, turning to scowl at her. “And to say thank you…but to be fair, you haven’t given me anything to thank you for yet–“
“Fix your face,” She barked, forcing you to relax your brows. “And if you keep talking like this, I really won’t give you shit.” You recognized the half-lie. It’s not like Cassie could ever completely deny you your pleasure…but the other half, the true part, is that she can prolong it for a torturous amount of time, just to break you. “Now, what do we say?”
“…Sorry.”
“For what?” She gave you another stinging spank, making you groan.
“For being a brat…”
“Be more specific, hon.” You wanted to strangle her with your bare hands.
“For being an ungrateful brat…and lying.”
She snickered at your begrudging apology, and all you could really do about it was simmer stilly in your debasement. “I fear sorry won’t cut it, baby,” She pouted, moving your hair to the side and loosely clamping her hand on the back of your neck. “You’ll just have to learn that your actions have consequences, won’t you?” With that, she tugged you up so you were off the couch and on your feet.
“Bedroom. You know what to do.” She sent you away with a final pinch to your ass, glowering lustfully at you as you disappeared into the dimly-lit hallway. You couldn’t help but tremble a little on your way to her room— Cassie was stern, yes, but she wasn’t mean…was she? No matter how much you teased her, she never really “cracked”. While she did eventually have enough and fuck the shit out of you, she wasn’t this…demeaning about it. Quite the opposite, as Cassie McKay loved praising you. But you had to be honest with yourself, this new and intensified side of her had you feeling sticky between the legs.
The minute you had finished stripping, Cassie seemingly materialized out of thin air. You yelped and hugged your arms over your bare tits defensively, loosening up a little when you saw your girlfriend staring at you in the dark.
“What, you thought I was an intruder?” She muttered sarcastically, smirking at you before gently smacking your hands away from your chest. “And stop doing that. I’ve already seen you like this more times than we can both count, babe.” The pet name slipping from the tip of her tongue, typically sweet and endearing, felt belittling in the best way now.
She circled you like a lioness, giving you a once-over and wolf-whistling at your nude body. When you pressed your thighs together in increasing anticipation, she cackled and slapped them apart. “Look at you, baby,” She remarked almost flirtatiously, if not for the menacing lilt in her tone. “You’re trouble through and through…not to mention in trouble.” She took obvious notice of your embarrassingly wet pussy, reaching down and spreading your syrupy, soft lips apart with her index and middle fingers. “And look at this…you not ashamed of yourself, sweetheart?”
All you could do in response was mewl weakly, knees threatening to lock as she massaged your pussy lips and moved inwards. She scoffed at your very telling lack of words, languidly dipping the tips of her two fingers in your wet hole and withdrawing them just as slow.
“Oh, now you don’t have anything to say?” Cassie tutted. Without waiting for a sound from you, she assertively grabbed your shoulder and pushed you to your knees, right over that Persian rug she has spread out near the foot of her bed.
“I’m not giving it to you this easily, hon,” She muttered, the corner of her lips twitching at the beggarly look in your glossy eyes. She tilted your chin up, and bent forwards to bring her face closer to yours. “You wanna get fucked? You give me a show first. Show me how sorry you are.”
You almost thought, for a split second, that she was gonna let you eat her out— the thought triggered an influx of saliva from your glands. But then you noticed the faint bulge near the seam of her sweatpants. Oh.
The look of realization dawning upon you made her grin widen, as she pulled the strap-on dildo out of her pants. 7 inches. Opaque. A dark, navy color. Slightly curved. The boxer type, because Cassie found the harnesses on her first strap very uncomfortable and didn’t appreciate the chafing they left her with.
She didn’t have to tell you what to do, or when to start. One look from her was enough. You reluctantly leaned closer, capturing the phallic tip between your lips and giving it a slow suck. You could feel her sigh as you did this, one of her ringed hands traveling down to cup the back of your head without pushing…yet.
“Suck, baby,” She murmured under her breath, slightly tipping her chin up when you gradually took the dildo deeper and deeper into your mouth. It wasn’t long before you were bobbing your head along the length of it, slicking it with your spit as you eased it into your throat. You only pulled away to dribble on the artificial vein on its left side and encircle it with your hand to “jerk it off”. She wanted a show, didn’t she?
Clearly, that seems to do the trick for McKay, because she swallowed back a low groan and pushed your head down with her hand until you let out a reflexive gag— which only made her thirstier for your debauchery. “There you go,” She huffed softly, her rings getting tangled with your hair as she fisted it roughly. “Good, fucking whore.” The blend between praise and degradation made you choke against the silicone and squirm on your knees. It’s not that Cassie never dabbled in verbal belittlement in the bedroom, but it felt more intense right now…and you liked it.
Apparently, she could tell you liked it too, because a twisted smile carved itself onto her face, utter amusement in your humiliation dancing in her eyes. “Oh, you like that shit?” She pressed your head down further, forcing you to deepthroat the toy while she delighted in the way you gagged around it. “You like being called a whore, baby? My whore?” She knew you couldn’t give her an intelligible response, and yet she asked anyway. The best you were able to do was give her a muffled whine.
“I know you do,” She cooed, now pulling at your hair instead of just gripping it. “You should see how pretty you look like this, baby…like a dirty, little slut.” Another writhe of your hips drew her attention further down, to where your poor, neglected pussy was drooling all over her carpet. She barked out a laugh at the sight.
“Isn’t that right? My dirty little girl, getting all hot during her apology…Christ, what would your mother say?” Frankly, you didn’t want to think about your mother and her opinions while you were blowing the strap that has been inside you countless times, and she knew it. She was just tormenting you, adding yet another layer to your punishment.
“So fucking easy,” She hissed, shoving your head down until your nose pressed against a sliver of her auburn pubes (thank fuck the boxer briefs were slipping at the right angle) and your lips met the base of the strap— and held you there. You gagged, trembled, tried to move your head instinctively, but her hold on you was too strong.
“Relax,” She grunted. “Breathe through your nose, sweetheart.” A few, more choked sounds from you made her snicker quietly. She held you there for a few seconds before pulling you off, groaning at the way you heaved and got drool all over your neck and tits. Just as she was about to pull you back in, she’s suddenly aware of the shifting, damp weight on her right food. You pause as soon as she gets a good look at what you were doing, but it’s too late.
“Oh, you shameless slut,” She laughs in disbelief, prompting a dry sob of abashment from you. She takes a step back and drags you by the hair, forcing you to lean forwards. “Don’t even think about it.” It really was stupid of you to even think you can pull it off inconspicuously. Not on Cassie McKay’s watch. You were barely a grind in before she caught you.
“What did I tell you, hm?” She tutted. “You’re not getting what you want this easily, dirty girl. Need to really know that you’re sorry.”
“Then let me show you!” You cried out, desperation digesting you from the inside out as you pawed at the waistband of the boxers. Your intentions were crystal clear. Cassie simply raised a brow at you, letting you tug the boxer briefs with the spit-soaked attachment down her legs to reveal her glistening, bushy pussy. However, she made it a point to hold you back from putting your mouth on her (for now).
“Yeah? You wanna apologize for real now?”
“Yes, yes! Just– fuck! Just let me, please!” The way your voice heightened in pitch and your hands shook as they gripped her mildly-striped thighs, it was all too pathetic for Cassie to ever deny you. She planned on being even meaner than this, but the look in your eyes, wrecked with need, was softening her demeanor more than she let on.
McKay muttered a soft “fuck” under her breath, and finally released her grip on your head. As an immediate consequence, you unceremoniously shoved your face between her legs.
Your tongue quickly found home in her slit, the pink muscle writhing against your girlfriend’s moist, sensitive skin in such a way that it made her gasp and fist your hair again. You only moaned quietly against her pussy, head languidly swiveling from side to side to aid your tongue. You could spend centuries down there, sucking and licking at her cunt while listening to the combined lewdness of her groans and the sticky, slurping noises that accompanied your actions.
“Holy shit,” She exhaled sharply, pressing herself flush against your face. “Just like that, baby– oh, you’re so hungry, aren’t you?”
Your hum was the only indication that you were listening to her, eyes half-lidded in a pussy-drunk haze as your tongue prodded her whole, using your index and middle fingers to part her labia for easier access.
“Fucking–“ She gasped, now fully grinding her pussy on your face, her coarse hair tickling the bridge of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. “Don’t fucking stop, I swear to god– you’re not getting shit if you stop.” She didn’t even need to threaten you with a lack of orgasm; you’d eat her out for free forever, because getting to taste her and unravel her like this is all the reward you need. You decided to introduce your index and middle to her hole at this point, sliding them in deep but only pressing down on her walls while you feasted on her flesh. Her moans grew louder in response, and you smiled against her smugly.
You kept at it, inhaling her musk in deep, making content little noises as you flicked at her clit and suckled on her sensitive outer lips. God, you could die in utter bliss here. The last thing you’d feel is her inner thighs clamping down on both sides of your head, her soft skin engulfing you as she cried out and soaked your face with her pearly, viscous essence…which she was doing right now.
You were left elatedly lightheaded, higher on her than on any drug you ever imagined while she asphyxiated you with her sopping flesh. Cassie let out a final, broken moan, before pulling you off of her and taking in the mess she made out of you: drenched from nose to chin in her cum, your cheeks dusted with the slightest hint of red as you stared up at her with a dazed, fucked-out smile— fucked-out despite her not even touching you yet. All of that just because she let you drink her like ambrosia.
“Good, fucking bitch,” She panted, detangling her fingers from your hair to cup your jaw. “You liked that, huh? I know you did.”
You barely got a nod in before she was pulling you to your feet. The gentleness of her hands almost fooled you for a hot second, until she pushed you face-first into the bed.
“I think you’ve apologized enough, no?” You almost cried in relief at that statement, arching your back in anticipation and looking over your shoulder.
“Please, Cass…” She cooed at your pleas, advancing towards you until she was kneeing the mattress. Now looming over you from behind, she took a moment to run her fingers through your mortifyingly wet pussy, guffawing at the ease in which the tips of her fingers dipped into your hole.
“Don’t even need to prep you, do I?” Cassie teased, rubbing your sticky cunt lazily. “You’re fucking flooded down there…” She gave your mess a few, mean slaps, making you jerk and squeak. Before you could beg her once more, you felt the tip of her strap swim shallowly up and down your spread pussy. She must’ve put the boxer briefs back on after tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll.
“On three,” She declared, and you can hear the predatory grin in her voice.
“Seriously?”
“One…Two–“ You should’ve seen it coming. She cuts herself off before three by breaking into your pussy with one, deep thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs.
“Fuck!”
“Ouff, big stretch,” Cassie taunted with faux saccharinity, as she began fucking you at a slow, punishing pace. She would sluggishly pull out until you were only clenching around the tip, before slamming back in hard and all the way. A choked moan, followed by the sound of her ringed hand coming down on your asscheeks.
“Make some noise for me, baby.” She emphasized her demand by sharpening the snap of her hips against your ass, drawing out soft little cries from you as you got adjusted.
“Cassie– fuck!” Every single sound you made, every syllable you somehow managed to utter, all of it only made her go both faster and harder. Four minutes in, and she was jackhammering into your pussy like she wanted to gut you.
“Shit,” You gasped wetly, your fingers almost tearing at the seams of the pillow you were hugging. The feeling of her soft tummy and thighs slapping against your tender flesh as she pummeled you with the silicone dick was crossing the wires in your brain. At some point, your thoughts went from mildly scattered to being all about McKay and how good she was plowing you, nothing else. You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, arms giving out and landing your face in the puffed cotton.
“There it is,” Cassie snarled, one hand leaving your hips to grab your poor hair again and lift your upper body back off the mattress. Her shadow loomed over you as she pounded you into oblivion, every thrust marked with a loud, wet “plap!” that echoed within the walls of the moonlit bedroom. It felt like she was going harder and harder with every passing minute.
She was so deep inside you, it made your head reel. You could feel her in your stomach, and apparently she sensed that too, because her hand abandoned your hair and tucked itself under your armpit and over your bouncing tits to keep you nearly upright— then she snaked her palm down to press against the barely visible, mobile bulge just below your tummy.
A sharp cry emerged from your chest, and she smirked darkly. “You’re so full, aren’t you?” She purred in your ear, pressing down again. “You like being full of my dick, sweetheart?”
“Fuck, da– Cass!” Oh no.
Somehow, it was feasible in your little scrambled egg of a brain at the moment to pray to whatever deity out there that she didn’t catch it. But you could already tell from the way her thrusts slowed for a moment that she indubitably did.
Fuck. You felt the shivers shoot up your spine at merely the sensation of her smirk widening into a feral grin.
“What was that?” She asked with faux innocence, but the assertiveness in her tone was unmistakable.
“…I didn’t–“ Your attempt at a full sentence was interrupted by a toe-curling snap of her hips, making your eyes roll back and your brain fluid (metaphorically) leak from your skull.
“Say it,” She commanded, freshly-clipped fingernails on one hand biting at the flesh of your ass, nipping at the thin skin of your throat on the other.
You let out a humiliated whine, knowing your fate was unavoidable.
“Say it, or I swear to god I’ll fucking stop and have you use the pillow to cum,” She threatened lowly, the idea making you shake your head vehemently. You were too far gone to be able to get off with the corner of your fucking pillow.
So you decided to sacrifice your ego this time, yet again.
“…Daddy.” It was pathetic, mortifyingly so. Your voice was slightly hoarse from all that moaning, and timid from being cornered into this new level of submission.
Cassie huffed out a quiet chuckle, which grew into a mean cackle. She shook her head with a sigh, inhaling the now sweaty musk of your neck before her lips found the outer shell of your left ear.
“Daddy, huh?” She said quietly, the fingers around your throat squeezing the sides ever so slightly. “That what you want, slut? You want your daddy?” She urged you to respond with a sharp slap to your ass.
You groaned at the added sting to your already tender skin, and forced out a meek “yes”.
“Yes, what?” You tried to look over your shoulder and give her a scathing glare, but her hand traveled up until it was cupping your jaw securely and keeping your head forwards. It was your final straw, the last thing your defiant resolve needed to crumble into compliance.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Atta girl,” She hissed. It was such a difference from who Cassie McKay usually was, inside our outside the bedroom. She always was dominant— it was down to the way she fucking breathed. But she was typically gentle about it. There was nothing gentle about the flame-haired woman at the moment, and you can’t lie and say you weren’t welcoming this new face of hers with open arms…and legs.
She immediately resumed her thrusts after this, her tempo intensifying to the point where you were sobbing and clawing at the sheets. The squelching noises of the strap sinking deep into your slick, velvety pussy and withdrawing with a tormenting roughness, hitting your cervix nearly every single time.
“Daddy!” You squealed tearily, now far too brainless to feel ashamed.
“Take it,” She managed through gritted teeth, pulling and pushing your hips along the phallic plastic brutishly and terrorizing your sweet spot. “Fucking take it, bitch.”
She then proceeded to clamp a strong hand over your wailing mouth, wetting it with your drool and tears as she shoved two of her fingers through your lips at the same time.
“I have neighbors, honey,” She grunted gruffly, never once stopping her assault on your sopping cunt. “You don’t want them to hear you getting your shit rocked by your daddy, do they?”
You couldn’t even answer her with words, because you were too busy gagging on the tips of her fingers and crying over how good she was fucking you.
“Yeah,” She snorted, bottoming out and grinding her round hips in a circle against your ass just to hear you make that sound between a gargle and a whimper. “Breathe through it, baby.”
She pulled back out teasingly slow, then shoved the fake cock back in almost violently, laughing when she felt you scream against her hand. “Holy fucking shit…”
You were now completely broken in, brainless and babbling unintelligibly against the palm of her hand while she fucked the living daylights out of you. The only thing you had in mind was chasing your orgasm, that high that bathed you with euphoria. So naturally, you began to meet her ruthless thrusts with your hips, fucking yourself back on the strap like you’re at risk of being left high and dry.
But Cassie didn’t appreciate that. Of course she didn’t.
In any other circumstance, she’d encourage you to seek your pleasure through this if you must, but this was not any other circumstance. Mumbling something under her breath, she shoved your face back into the pillows, planted her hands back on your ass with an iron grip, and bulldozed her dick into your tight cunt like she was planning on impaling you.
Your heaving sobs of overwhelming pleasure quickly turned into wet cries for more, muffled by her ever-persistent palm.
“Mmmph! Harder please– shit, please, daddy–“
“Jesus Christ,” Cassie panted, plastering her front to your arched back. “You’re a fucking slut.” The degradation only made you drool copiously against her fingers, your whole body bouncing with the severity of her pace. You could feel it, and she could feel it too (somehow). The feral desperation growing in your weeps, the way your shoulder blades tensed against her hard, leaky nipples, the curl of your toes and the scratch of your nails against the papery sheets…
You were getting closer and closer, and she was adamant on getting you there in the most broken condition possible.
It really didn’t take long. There wasn’t much of a dramatic buildup, given how needy you had been this whole time. You cried out gutturally as the high hit you hard, barely even feeling the slick, translucent cream that coated the navy silicone, or Cassie’s snarls of encouragement in your ear.
Just as you were coming back down, you noticed that your vision was still of the pillows, ascending and descending in a recognizable pattern. Your body was still rocking. Cassie hadn’t stopped once. You could sense that she came in the boxer briefs, considering her thrusts were sloppier and her voice was breathier, but she wasn’t stopping.
Cassie McKay was still fucking the everliving shit out of you, and your stretched hole was starting to burn with the consequences.
“C-Cassie, wait–“
“Not my name, hon,” She jeered quietly, absolutely slaughtering your walls with that stupid hunk of plastic. The stupid hunk of plastic that was currently conquering you, rendering you incapable of coherent thought or speech.
“D-Daddy,” You managed through weak sniffles, the overstimulation beginning to ache so good. “Too much, please–“
“You’re giving me another one.” You didn’t even know if that was possible. Well, of course it physically is, but it definitely didn’t feel like it for you.
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can, baby,” Cassie rasped, dragging your hips to meet her erratic thrusts. “You can, and you will. Just one more f’me.”
Your upper body stayed limp against the mattress as she fucked you, broken snivels and scratchy moans being the only noises indicating your wakefulness as she slid in and out of your sensitive, swollen slit. Every pinch at your nipples, smack on your ass, motion of the strap, every single form of contact from her set your nerves aflame and soaked your pillow with your oceanic tears. When you did come a second time, it was mind-numbing; you couldn’t even scream, only gasp sharply at the blazing bliss as your knees finally gave out and let you collapse fully on the springy mattress. You could hear the sea in your ears, splashing warmly on a hot summer night, just like that night you spent with Cassie on the beach after a draining shift…
It took your girlfriend’s exhale of disbelief for you to realize that you were, in fact, not at the beach.
You were hardly able to lift your head to meet her gaze, brain still molten and sloshing within the confines of your skull as you slowly began to recover.
“Holy shit, baby,” She laughed breathlessly, shuffling into your line of view. You saw her shine with something undoubtedly wet from the hips down, and you slowly put two and two together.
“Holy shit,” McKay repeated, looking down at her abdomen for what you guessed was the millionth time. “You fucking– you squirted.” What if you just died? melted into the mattress until you were nothing but cotton and springs?
Boy, you wished you could speak right now. Instead, you resorted to throwing the pillow at her head with as much force as you could muster (which was not a lot) and scowling at her, trying very hard to ignore the rising heat in your face. She caught the flying sack of comfort and tossed it aside with a look of sheer delight.
“I didn’t even know you could do this,” She grinned toothily, giving your hip a soft pat and cooing as you jerked a little. “As if you couldn’t get any sexier…” You could already see the influx of fucked ideas streaming into her head.
While she cleaned you up, she was all soft kisses and sweet nothings; praise, praise, and nothing but praise. Touches featherlight and accompanied by sincere, whispered apologies whenever they made you wince out of hypersensitivity.
But you knew what your kind, gentle, patient butch was capable of now. And you learned your most important lesson of the day: never tease Cassie McKay for a continuous 12 hours.
Or do, and enjoy suffer the consequences of your actions.
A/N: she’s backkkk😛 i wrote this at a family bbq and felt too embarrassed to post right away but i decided to persevere bc this platform doesn’t have enough cassie smut and i feel like it’s my soul’s duty to change that…anw this was supposed to be released in honor of the new episode but i bawled my eyes out during that one and barely heard mckay speak so i guess not x
cassie mckay + hands
tender love and care | d. evans
summary: in the midst of the chaos of the emergency department, you get injured. fortunately for you, your girlfriend is a nurse. unfortunately for you, and her, no one’s told her you’ve been hurt.
word count: 2.4k
tags: mention of an age gap; fem reader; bff trinity; you’re roomies with dennis and trinity; hurt/comfort; probably medically inaccurate bc i’m not a doctor; pls ignore if anyone is ooc because i just need more wlw dana content
her favourite character from the pitt is cassie mckay ⋆˖𝜗ৎ°
I ♥️ OLDER WOMEN
My Angel Flung Out Of Space
Summary: Every God has its own angels. And she needs one for her own.
Pairings: Fugitive!Natasha Romanoff x Church Girl!Reader
Word count: 16.5k
Tags | Warnings: +18 blasphemous content, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, top!Natasha, bottom!r, non-consensual touching, dubious consent, strap-on, scissoring, FLUFF, angst, usage of bible verses, internalized homophobia, manipulation, abuse, emotional distress, and other triggering themes
Author's Note: This was set after the accords (Norway/Nomad Nat). I planned the ending of this story to be dark but now, I decided to post the alternative one instead to avoid being flagged, I will still see if I will be able to publish it but to those who wants to read—send me a DM and I'll see what I can do.
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harper spiller’s best looks | white lotus season 2 (episodes 1-6)
SINFULLY
summary — it’s been a tantalizing exchange of passion and tension for seven days. they’ve pushed you to the edge, forced you to the cliffs peak, but in a moment of weakness, you become the problem in need of solving, and it only spirals from there
warning(s) — porn with plot, established relationships, threesome, dom/sub, bdsm elements, age gap relationships, professor maximoff, personal trainer natasha, beefy!natasha, innocent!reader, brat taming, choking, pussy inspection, punishment, daddy kink, professor kink, faux pity, manhandling, pussy spanking (w/ rings), spanking, edging, verbal humiliation, light anal play, plugs, ruined orgasm, orgasm denial, masturbation, voyeurism and exhibitionism, threats of bondage, vibrators, dildo, mean dom wanda, crying, begging, dirty talk, name calling, praise kink, subdrop, anxiety, aftercare, men/minors dni
authors note — i definitely missed some tags but i think you get the hint that this is absolute filth regardless of if i mention anything else. enjoy ;)
KATHRYN HAHN || Agatha All Along (2024)
Kathryn Hahn at The Drew Barrymore Show
seeking, yearning, reaching hands
TAMING THE BRAT masterlist
pairing: bodyguard!rio x spoiled brat!reader
warnings: smut
wc: 2.3k +
Rio Vidal is accustomed to working with brats. Especially one as infuriating as you.
Top of the Class (Professor!Agatha Harkness x f!Reader)
Synopsis: Agatha finally lets you sit in on one of her classes.
Words: 7.1k
Warnings: Student/teacher relationship, power imbalance, age gap (all 18+), praise kink, possessiveness, swearing, jealousy, mentions of cock warming, mentions of orgasm denial, mentions of overstimulation, mentions of spanking, edging, fingering (R receiving), choking, strap-on (R receiving), blowjob (R giving), degradation, hair pulling, begging, marking
Agatha’s hand was resting on the top of your head, nails scraping over your scalp as she petted you. Your back was pressed against the sofa, leaning against her leg, cheek resting on her thigh. You’d given up on the book in your lap, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of her. You hummed, shuffling closer.
“Are you falling asleep, pet?”
Her voice was a soft hum, almost amused. You mumbled something, curling one arm around her calf, pressing more insistently against her. Her fingers gave one sharp tug on your hair, pain blooming over your scalp.
“Hey,” you protested.
But it wasn’t enough for you to draw away. Nothing could convince you to stop touching her when she was allowing it. Her warmth was seeping into your body. She wound a strand of your hair around her finger, tugging on it again, this time gentler.
“Are you going to sleep if I leave you here during my class?” she asked.
You buried your face against the muscle of her thigh, refusing to answer. She was not one to promote wasted time. Not unless it was to do something she wanted. Like laze around in bed all day, nothing but caresses and kisses and shared laughter.
“I can’t have you wasting the entire afternoon,” she warned.
“You’re the one who kept me up all night,” you grumbled.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time,” she said.
My Fair Lady
You finally convince your girlfriend, Agatha, to attend the annual Westview fair with you and things end up leading to a roll in the hay(ride), non-magic AU
Word count: ~3000
Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, mommy kink
It’s a beautiful day in Westview when the annual fair takes place, an autumn breeze chilling the air and the smell of pumpkins and cinnamon hanging over. It’s your favorite event of the year: hayrides, pumpkin carvings, face painting stations, bobbing for apples, and even more. The fair is always two weeks before Halloween and everyone in the town turns up.