Puppy reader who likes to wrestle with puppygirl Santos. Sometimes they play a bit too rough and Cassie and Baran has to pull them apart while scolding them. Poor puppies just wanna play!
puppygirl trinity is such a roughhouser. she'll wrestle with you and you both go rolling around the floor and its a flurry of tails and teeth. baran and cassie let it happen for a while but if they hear one pained yip! they both jump to their feet and they each tug on one of you by the collar or scruff.
baran scolding trinity and trinity pouting and saying, "s'not even my fault, they tripped over their own tail!!"
cassie checking you to make sure that you're not too hurt and it was just a instinctive noise and you're squirming away from her. "im fine lemme go play!!" and cassie and baran just look at each other and shake their heads because their pups are sooo silly
for @florencebirdsong because im evil and love to torture them <3
“You’re so fucking needy for me, baby.”
“Can’t help it,” you whine.
Cassie chuckles, gripping your chin up to meet her heavy gaze. “Yeah? Can’t even wait until I’m out of my scrubs before trying to unwrap your present, huh?”
You nod, head already fuzzy with want. Usually you try to be patient and let Cassie relax a bit before you’re all over her. But tonight, as soon as she stepped into the apartment, you were tugging at the ties of her pants, fumbling and begging sweetly for her butchcock.
Cassie had dragged you over to the couch, setting you on your knees in front of her as she plopped down with a heavy sigh. Now, you’re settled between her naked thighs, mouth watering at the sight of her hairy legs leading up to her boxers.
Cassie runs her thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it a bit. “Tell Daddy what you want. Use your words like a big girl.”
“I want you to hurt me, Daddy.”
Her grip tenses, pressing harder on your jaw. You blink up at her, worried you’re asking too much for her current mood. But you see her chest heave in her sweaty sports bra, her blue eyes dark and intense, you feel your cunt clench with want.
“Yeah baby? You want mean Daddy tonight?”
You’ve hardly finished nodding your head before Cassie is hooking her thumb further into your mouth and tugging your jaw open. You let out a choked whine, and she uses the opportunity to spit into your mouth. Some of it misses, spittle hitting your lips and nose.
Cassie pulls her thumb from your mouth, her hand moving away. You think maybe she’s gonna smear the spit into your skin, but instead your head is suddenly jerked to the side as Cassie’s palm meets your cheek.
As you loll your head back to face her, she rubs your cheek. Her tongue peeks out from between her parted lips.
“You like that?” Cassie leans over you, her golden chain dangling in your face, her breath warm against your heated skin. “You like when I hurt you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it.” Cassie slaps the reddening spot on your cheek again, much lighter this time but just enough to make the sore spot Sting deliciously. You moan, eyes fluttering shut, forgetting yourself in the sensations. Though your haze doesn’t last long, breaking when you feel Cassie’s strong fingers run through the hair at the top of your head and tangle in it, gripping roughly. “Nuh uh, focus on me. Daddy won’t give you what you want if you don’t listen.”
It takes you a moment for your brain to catch up again, remembering what she told you to do. You swallow and breathe out, “I like when you hurt me.”
“God, you’re so fucking precious.” Cassie moans. She reaches between her legs with her free hand, palming herself over her boxers. The shifting of the fabric causing the smell of her arousal to waft out. You whine, hands coming up to her thighs, to try to grab for what you want.
Cassie laughs and tuts, unlacing her fingers from your hair and grabbing your wrists in one hand. Her grip is tight. Your hips Buck involuntarily. You want her to pin you down like this and pound you into the mattress until you can’t walk. Spreading you open and shoving her butchcock so deep inside you that you feel like you’re going to break. You need her to–
“C’mere sweetheart,” Cassie guides your hands to her crotch. You can almost feel the slick soaking through her boxers. Your fingers clench, eager to tear the piece of clothing off of her so that you can touch her. She releases your wrists and sits leans back against the couch cushions as you tuck your fingers in the waistband. “Therrrre we go. Right where you belong huh? Now, take them off and show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
CW: Mommy kink, Baran and Puppy have an established relationship, NSFW ahead, examination kink.
✿Baran who loves to give you check ups, it gives her an excuse to poke, prod, and grab at you without any shame. She is insistent that she is allowed to give you checkups due to her being a doctor, your her puppy after all, why would you need anyone else looking at you?
✿She snaps on her latex gloves before saying "open up!" and sliding her fingers against your teeth and gums.
✿Her fingers proding further into your mouth, staring at your canines as her thumb presses up against them bit.
✿"Such sharp, strong little teeth you have. Aren't you just such a perfect puppy huh?"
✿Her fingers pressing against your tongue as tears prick in the corner of your eyes, trying so hard not to trigger your gag reflex- she pulls out before your throat can instinctively make a noise, her fingers covered in your spit.
✿Her clean hand grips your inner thigh, pinching the skin slightly as your legs part for her to look at.
✿Her spit covered fingers come down and rub against your clit, Baran smiling at the whimpers coming from you as she stares at your hole fluttering from the contact.
✿"Look at that... Dripping, wet, desperate. So pent up for mommy, huh puppy?"
✿Your eyesight hazey from her words and touch, feeling the unusual- yet not unpleasant texture of the blue latex against your body.
✿The curls of her hair tickling your thighs as she goes down to shove her tongue inside of you.
✿Making sure you 'taste healthy.'
✿You begging to hold her hand after she made you cum several times, feeling so overwhelmed and hot.
✿Baran leaving kisses and bruises all over your body as she mumurs how good you did for her.
✿Aftwr discarding her gloves properly, she goes to clean you up gently as she gets a snack and water for you before laying down and reading to you with your head in her lap.
✿"Mommy..?"
✿Your voice hoarse after the crying and screaming Baran put you through during your 'check up.'
✿Her humming and looking down at you, her fingers pausing in scratching your scalp.
✿"Am I healthy...?"
✿Baran who lets out a laugh in disbelief before nodding her head.
✿"Yes, puppy. You are healthy."
A/N: decided I'd post this small drabble I've had sitting in my drafts for a while. Im slowly getting more motivation to write again, yay!
• No, crow isn't my actual name. I don't wanna give my real life name out to the internet, especially when actively interning and applying for professional jobs. My name is very uncommon and because of that, I decided for my online alias to be my favorite creature of all time, a crow.
• My gender? Honestly not even I know. Somewhere on the trans spectrum for sure, although not female nor male. Nonbinary is the best term. But I'm generally more masc leaning in terms of style and presentation. I try to just use they/them pronouns because it feels best for me.
• I'm pansexual, but you'll probably see most of my posts around women. This is because I have the craziest mommy issues ever. That being said, I have a wonderful partner that I've been with for a little over a year and I'm not interested in any relationship. However, sharing works and unholy thoughts about characters is 100% okay and on the table.
• I'm on the ADHD side of things, combined with numerous other issues that I've been seeing a therapist and psychiatrist for years. I handle heavy topics with care and research when possible. If someone has a problem with my works or how I presented a topic, PLEASE tell me. I love to take construction criticism or talk about how to better represent topics.
I honestly just might share/write some shorter stories and or oneshots on here until I can fully get my head wrapped around The Coven Is A Crew. I have a problem of writing something, then getting in my head and thinking it's HORRIBLE and not wanting anything to do with it. So I believe this will be the plan for the future:
•Cassie McKay x Reader Smut, She burns cigarettes on reader, not necessarily a dark fic but freaky asf fic.
•Another AgathaRio x Reader, Although not necessarily bunny hybrid- I want to give my own rendition of reader being Agatha's familiar, I know not a crazy original idea, but whatever, it's my blog I do what I want.
•Baran Al-Hashimi x Reader domestic fluff, that woman has my whole heart and if I'm gonna write the sweetest tooth rotting fluff, it's gonna be for Baran.
•I have an idea for a darkfic for Agathario x Reader. I'm not sure how much people would be interested or take it well, it would be an alternative universe of detective Agatha, FBI Rio, and forensics reader. Reader has horrible issues and the fic would present themes of cannibalism, and corrupt law enforcement (Agatha and Rio are doing nothing but encouraging your thoughts) I don't know if I wanna necessarily go through with this either, but we'll see.
I have a couple other ideas I want to write but I don't wanna clog this post with too many thoughts. To anyone reading this or cares enough about my blog and enjoy what I write, I am alive, however life kinda sucks ass sometimes and anxiety is a pain in the ass. Thank you for being patient, don't forget to drink water everyone.
When you get this, list 5 of your favorite songs, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite mutuals 🌟 <3
I have been inactive for a period of time- I apologize for that! Real life has been taxing because of me getting ready to move soon. Thank you for y'all's patience!
With that being said... My favorite songs are always changing. I love music and don't mind any genre, so I'll tell your my favorite 5 at the moment, in no particular order:
•Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas) by Santana
•Saddle Tramp by Marty Robbins
•The Garden by The Crane Wives
•I Put a Spell on You by Creedence Clearwater Revival
•Im Gonna Tell my Therapist on You by Pinkshift
There's SO much more songs that I enjoy, I just tried to pick a couple from different genre playlists I have. Also, awe, it warms my heart that I'm one of your favorite mutuals <3 hope you're doing well :)
How are you doing darlin? I wanna say I loved your Agathario x reader bunny fic it was the cutest & I can’t wait to read your the coven is crew fic & to just say hi and check on your doing?
Hi there!
Thank you for enjoying my works so far! Currently the coven is a crew is at 7k words for chapter one and all 5 chapters have a rough outline that I'll follow. I hope you'll enjoy it when it comes out!
Currently been busy with working in technical theater for our latest show. Lots of building and cutting wood! But I'm enjoying myself and drinking plenty of water. Hopefully I'll find some time to slip in writing more this next week.
Warnings: Omega/Alpha / Reader is Bone Doctor / Mob / Dirty Cops / Agnes FBI Director / Wanda is R Twin / Medical AU / Torture / Violence and Gore / Scalpel and Knives / Scenting / Part 1 of Series / OCD / Texture / Stimulation Issues / Scenting / Pharmones / Control / Consent / cnc / 18+
There are forty-three muscles in a human's face.
Fourty three facial muscles mean endless opportunities to react in the full human spectrum of emotions.
But as you sat in a deserted Italian restaurant in a restaurant (you were pretty sure sister Wanda had a money laundering thing going on).
With it’s eerily quiet main room, minus your waiter/bartender, the chef in the back and the one and only alpha and head of the FBI, Agnes O’Connor.
Or as it turned out, via a trade deal, your new mate.
You watched patiently for one of those 43 muscles to move.
You were staring at the esteemed retired homicide detective, turned FBI director in her ‘nice’ flannel, sitting across from you.
Like she was a nature documentary on mammal anomalies.
The flannel-wearing alpha, which you were still trying to figure out if you were offended by the type of clothing.
Had planned this evening.
With its candlelit dinner, it was awkward. It felt like some kind of play you two were putting on.
Something Agnes must have read in a ’50s Omega magazine on the etiquette of courting.
You could smell her pheromones from across the table. Agnes smelled like leather and pine, something warm too, was that…aftershave?
Agnes was underdressed or looked like she’d come from work, or moonlighting a lumberjacks, that is.
You stared at the alpha, not moving, unblinking.
Neither of you were twitching, smiling, or making the other at ease .
No, it was this dead stare into each other's eyes.
The two of you weren’t normal, that much was abundantly clear.
Because out of 43 facial muscles. Both of you were freaks enough that not a single twinge gave away your thoughts.
Not until you unceremoniously blurted out;
“This isn’t going to work.” It’s not rude, just the truth as you know it.
Agnes just watches you, equally interested in the study of you.
The jukebox in the corner continues to play softly to attempt to lure you both into some kind of mood.
Agnes doesn’t respond as you’d expected. She doesn’t respond at all at first.
And you wait, watching how she doesn’t blink or wince. Doesn’t hesitate or react; she’s a calculated animal, smarter than you might have originally given a fed enough credit for. Or a butch omega in a nice flannel packing two weapons on her that weren’t her mouth.
Agnes moves slowly, but with such ease, arm stretching out, as she lifts the wine. She pours yours first, and you wonder if she’s been coached on how to make nice with a mate. Or if she does this for every one of her secretaries before she rutted into their panties.
Agnes's hair is neatly in a ponytail as she lets her shoulders fall just a bit before responding.
“I don’t see why not? You are an unmated omega-”
“Nicknamed the Bone Doctor.” You curl your lip just enough to hold the name for emphasis.
Agnes doesn’t react still. Like this is a fact of life, not a warning label.
“I’ve seen the bodies.” She says evenly.
“You mean the news?” You arch an eyebrow and Agnes lips curl just enough at the corner. Sorta like her white napkin in her lap does at the ends.
“No, the bodies, you’re smart. You’ve stumped all my detectives; they only know you by your brutality. No mistakes, so clean that forensics and the examiners are afraid.” She tilts her head to the side just enough and you try not to fall pray to false niceties.
But it’s not easy with her bushy eyebrows and big praise. She’s pouring her own wine, not looking at you. You wonder if she has to remember to appear human as you do.
Don’t stare too much, remember to breathe, ask others questions about themselves - seem normal as your mother taught you.
You try a smile, but it feels like a string in your cheeks.
“You know most dates don’t tell me I kill well.”
Agnes sticks her finger up as she puts the bottle down.
“No, not kill - mutalate. You make it into a sort of grotesque art form. You and a surgeon know too much about the human anatomy to call it mere killings. You don’t need me to say that - but I figure we should get that out of the way. I know your work.” Agnes picks up her own wine glass and takes a sip.
You wait for her to enjoy the drink, or wince at the drink - still nothing.
American Psycho over there just swallows.
“Are you a psychopath, a narcissist, or on some painkillers?” You ask and Agnes lifts her eyebrows just a bit - it feels fake.
“No, I’m your mate. I match you, don’t you see it?”
You can’t make that equation make sense, and you narrow your eyes at her.
The breadsticks in front of you aren’t hard enough, but you’d like to throw a roll at her face.
“You don’t believe that, this is business to you. You and I marry and mate and then what? You clear my name, make pups, hold something over my business and sister? What is this? What’s in it for you?” You're picking up speed, irritation coming clear and now Agnes is grinning.
“You think I’m manipulating? I was honest, I want you. You’re just as sick as me.” The head of the FBI says like it’s on your dating profile or something.
“Director?” You use her title to remind her that she’s on the other side of the badge. Not a mafia boss like you.
Agnes sets down her wine glass.
“You think I’m trying to do something dirty - but I’m not. I want a partner who isn’t afraid of the gore of this town. I want someone to stand next to me that is an equal-”
“Go date another detective!” You raise your voice, but it still doesn’t shake the butch alpha.
So interesting how she’s not easily pushed.
“Boring, rule following, or dirty and predictable. You were counting how many breaths in a minute I was giving to see if I’d taken pills before coming here. You say for the last thirty minutes of this date, not staring into me like you could see my soul.
“I don’t believe in a soul.” You roll your eyes, but Agnes leans forward, and it catches you - fuck it does.
“Yes, you do. You do, and you are bored playing with common barn mice. I could have asked for money or power or any other pebian thing from your sister. I don’t want any of it. I want you. I want the Bone Doctor, the brains, the surgeon, the omega, the woman who would rather slice without gloves but still leaves zero fingerprints. I want love that is not afraid of ugliness.” Agnes says it all like it’s a blood letting, and now that she’s clean, she can rest back in her chair.
Her eyes flick to the kitchen door as the waiter comes out with two plates.
You don’t stop staring at the FBI head.
The plate is set down with a small clank, and the white tablecloth isn’t big enough to swallow you as you stare at this alpha.
The salad is put down in front of you both as a starter and the alpha breaks eye contant to nod at the waiter who walks away without a peep.
When the door swings close once more Agnes looks back at you.
“What is this?” Your voice is monotone.
“Salad,” she takes it literally, and something about that bothers you.
“What is this?” You repeat and blink slowly at her like she’s the idiot now.
“You’re not hungry? I heard you put four on the slab today alone,” Agnes picks up her form a little too brutally to be considered table manners as she points to your plate.
“Why am I at an Italian restaurant on a Friday night with you?” You spell it out and realize Agnes is dancing an alpha way. But it’s romance just as it’s like war, and that confuses you further.
“It’s a date, I figure we’ll marry as soon as you decide I’m a worthy adversary.” She says, then takes a stab at the salad.
You swallow and push your chair back, this makes Agnes stop her attack on the lettuce to look up.
“Where are you going?”
“This isn’t going to work.” You say again and Agnes's eyebrows furrow in upset, but it’s still not human enough.
“I don’t understand?”
You stand and push your chair in and now the FBI head is pushing her own chair out to stop you.
“I’m not able to love the way you need.” You say and hold the top of the chair like it’s giving you strength to stand up.
Pine and leather is very alluring, it would seem, and Agnes stands up and you see her tucked in flannel and leather belt, she’d make a cute cowboy.
“You don’t know me, or what I need yet, that’s why we’re pretending to enjoy salad on a Friday night.”
“You could have anyone, why pretend to enjoy it?” You take the wrong words to twist them, and now Agnes is moving closer to you.
“I don’t enjoy lettuce and red wine, I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy the company.” She insists and you almost find it charming again. You’re too old for this.
Or too tired, maybe both?
“O’Connor,” you sigh and look down at the tablecloth, and the alpha moves closer, and you are engulfed in her scent now.
“Agnes,” she insists, and you open your eyes to see her up close.
“Agnes,” you inhale, can’t help it. “I’m not normal.”
“I know, you count breathing, I watch how your eyes dilate - we’re different.” She says, but you're glad she doesn’t reach out and touch. But her leaning forward is enough to make you feel intoxicated by the strength of her shoulders in front of you.
“O’Connor,” you start again, but she shakes her head slightly.
“Agnes,” she insists again, and you try to politely smile.
“I have a very different,” you clear your throat and the waiter comes back out to check on you, but Agnes makes a snapping noise with her fingers and he goes away fast.
“Don’t stop, tell me.” The way this alpha is holding onto your words has you feeling nervous all of a sudden.
“I don’t have sex like other people - and I’m fucked up. Okay I don’t cut people up just because I’m asked to…If Wanda didn’t employ me as the Bone Doctor, I’d be on a mass killing spree just because I’m…I’m not normal. Not mate material.” You emphasize the idea of normal, and now Agnes is moving forward, so her face is mere inches from you.
You weren’t expecting that at all.
“I know.”
“Do you?” You laugh a little sarcastically at the idea.
“I picked you.” The FBI alpha says once more, and something about that makes your fingertips sizzle with need.
“Agnes, I’m not just-”
“No, no, you’re more.” The older woman says again and puts her fist in front of her on the table. Like she’s holding her body back too.
“Food and wine isn’t going to tell us if this is going to work.” You respond and lick your bottom lip. Agnes watches your tongue like it’s all she’s ever wanted, then her eyes go back to yours.
Still, she doesn’t touch you - and that makes you believe she might just be the only person who would ever understand.
But if you're wrong, then this will be mortifying for your business and these ties. You couldn’t let Wanda down - still this alpha was within kissing distance and showing she wanted to understand you.
Alpha blue eyes bore into yours and you wonder if she’s watching them dilate in real time.
“Tell me what you need to know.”
You twist around to look over your shoulder at the kitchen door.
“Is there a hotel that won’t know who you are-” You start but Agnes is already moving to grab her jacket off the back of her chair.
“Let’s go.” The FBI Director tells you, and you blink unbelieving.
“Really?” You question - unsure of yourself now.
“You wanna find out, I want to prove myself - and if lettuce doesn’t do that then tell me what you need. Come on.” Agnes pulls her wallet out of her jacket pocket and throws two hundred down on the table.
You walk back towards the front door and she’s close behind, you push your own door open, and the night air whips your hair around.
Then Agnes fists her jacket and hesitates before deciding to ask.
“Cold?” The alpha says and you eye the jacket. You want it - but you also can’t take it if this doesn’t work - to miss her would be too much.
“I have a…touch thing and a scent thing….it’s-” You don’t want to compare it to OCD because you aren’t sure how she’s going to take that.
It’s so big, its sensory and it’s all-consuming and if it hurts the alpha’s feelings, you don’t want to go further.
“No problem,” she decides in an instant and steps in front of you. Using her two fingers to whistle loudly a taxi stops for you two.
Agnes opens the door for you and you slide inside.
Her ponytail strands move over her strong shoulders as she leans in to the cabbie and gives an address.
Then leans back to sit next to you - still not touching.
The cab speeds off and you eye Agnes with curiosity.
“What have you heard about me?” You whisper a little uncertain on how to ask it.
“Everyone has needs.” The older alpha responded like that answered everything.
“If we’re going to do this - I need certain….things.” You whisper once more and now Agnes is smiling big.
“I’d hope so.”
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First part of the coven is a crew is in the works. We're at 5k words right now and it's barely touching the surface of anything with the au... Lord have mercy on my soul.
Along with this, more Cassie Mckay stuff on the way. Love that woman with my whole heart.
I want everyone to know I'm absolutely thrilled that this is the post that's getting traction, I love when people like kinky shit, its fucking awesome!
Content Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, overstimulation, inspection kink, cunnilingus, (r! receiving) fingering with latex gloves, (r! receiving) squirting, medical kink, no gendered pronouns but reader is AFAB, dacryphilia, possessive Cassie McKay, fluff and mentions of aftercare at the end
Word Count: 1,530
"Take a deep breath for me, yeah baby?"
Your breath came out in a hitch, drawing out into a quiet groan. Eyes rolling back into your head— tilting your head back in the process, hands shaking and clutching the sheets beneath you.
"S-Sorry .. sorry I c-c—"
A firm hand came up to grip your jaw, tilting it back and tapping your cheek with a calloused thumb, egging you to look into her eyes.
"Oh, but you can."
Your voice breaks into a whine as you look at Cassie with glazed eyes, her fingers haven't stopped moving inside of you. Her palm slamming against your clit is making it even harder to try and comprehend anything she's saying to you.
You didn't expect as soon as Cassie got home for her to not even take off her scrubs and asking you if she could 'examine you' for 'medical practice.'
You probably should've questioned it considering she was on her second year of residency, but you were just so happy to see her from her long shift that you didn't question it much.
What you were not expecting was for her to take all your clothes off then put on a spare pair of blue latex gloves and start groping you.
"I still need to check your lungs, baby."
You were snapped back to the present as her fingers slowed down inside of you, leaving your aching hole throbbing against her lubed gloved fingers.
"…hard to f-focus, sorry Cas-"
"Doctor McKay."
Your cunt clenches harder around her fingers, unfortunately this whole thing was making you question things about yourself you never knew and turning you on an ungodly amount.
"Oh, someone liked that…"
That damn tired smirk was plastered on her face before she trailed her hand that was cupping your jaw back to your chest.
"You're making this exam very difficult… all I need is for you to take some deep breaths."
Her fingers eased out of you as she started to circle your clit, a combination of lube and arousal coating the glove. Before you could mourn the loss her hand groped your chest, almost kneading the skin as your nipple perked up even harder from the stimulation.
A moan tore out of you, your hips bucking up as you closed your eyes and tried to take a deep breath for what felt like the tenth time in the last 25 minutes.
Cassie moved her hand for every deep breath. You were almost certain that she could not formally check anything while she was rubbing your clit and kissing your jawline, but that thought quickly floated away like the rest that popped swam through your head.
"Good. Breathing seems to be normal, along with stimulation. All though your pulse is elevated."
"I wonder why that is—"
You were cut off by yourself, a sharp whimper coming out of you, as your hips jerked from Cassie shoving her fingers back inside of you.
"I don't think I'm quite done with my exam yet for you to be making snarky remarks."
Your body shivered, you knew whenever Cassie got into it, she was into it. It didn't help that she was still fully clothed in her scrubs and you were completely exposed in front of her. It drove both of you wild.
Her lips left slow open mouth kisses all over your body, sucking and marking, making her claim all over your body.
"So pretty like this… I missed you so much, I wouldn't stop thinking about you at work. You're a fucking tease for sending me those tempting texts, you know. It took everything in me not to come home and bend you over 5 hours into my shift…"
Tears started to prickle at the edge of your eyes, all of it felt so close, so intimate, half of her body pressing into you, her gloved hand working in and out of your cunt, her palm pressing against your clit. Her kisses, her pain, her pleasure, her degrading yet praising words being mumbled to you before she gives you gentle kisses on your ear and jaw. Its too much, and you can't stop the tears that flow down your face as you try to take all of it in.
"Oh… fuck, baby look at you."
Her voice is a low rasp as she lets out a short laugh at how much of a mess you are. Her tongue comes out and licks your tears away from them running down your face. You moan at the feeling, and Cassie breaks.
"I can't take it anymore, I need you."
She quickly pulls away from you completely, along with her fingers, and you protest with a broken whimper.
"Please d-dont pull away! I can't—"
Before you can even finish your desperate cries, her hands grip your thighs and spread open your legs more. You can feel her practically diving into your pussy as she shoves her tongue inside you. Her hands keeping your hips from moving away from her.
You try to form words but all they come out as is desperate noises and cries. Your hips instinctual try to pull away and shake but Cassie's grip is so hard she brings you to the edge in moments.
"P-Please… please I can't.. c-cant… Doctor M..McKay... plea—"
You hear what you can only describe as a growl come from her mouth as she brings her gloved hand back to your clit, the contact alone made you break. Your vision breaking out into stars as your hips twitch. You can feel yourself gushing all over your girlfriend's face, if it was even more possible your face flushed even more as you took deep breaths.
Until you felt Cassie's tongue continue to eat you out.
"A-Ah f..uck… wait a second Cas—"
A moan tore out of your throat as you watched her hips grind against the sheets of your shared bed as she continued to devour you, pushing you over the edge again.
"Mine…"
She mumbled against your clit, wrapping her lips around it and sucking.
"You're mine…"
Her hand drifted down to her own pants scrubs, her fingers pressing into her own arousal as she grinding into her fingers and lazily ate you out and kissing your clit.
"Cass—"
Your voice came out in a plea, body trembling as your arms finally had enough strength to move, your hand resting on top of Cassie's head and giving her hair lazy strokes.
"You're so pretty…"
You voice sounded dazed, her body tingling with desire as she moans into your cunt from fingering herself. You can tell when she herself cums from the way her breathing gets more uneven, her shoulders tense, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Seeing her so pretty like that threw you over the edge once more, as you felt yourself squirt against her face once more.
Both of you lay there for a while. Cassie's head resting against your thigh as her face is coated in your cum and arousal. You stare up at the ceiling, your hand absentmindedly playing with her hair. Her tired eyes are glancing up at you, and you catch her gaze.
"Hi…"
You smile.
"Hey."
She smiles back.
"You finished your exam?"
You say playful, starting to sit up and groaning slightly at the hot, but pleasant, ache in your body.
"Hmm… I suppose."
She gives a lazy smile, her eyes looking up at you with all the care in the world.
"However, I think a little clean up is in order for my little 'patient', don't you think?"
Before she gets up, she kisses the inside of your thighs, before grimacing at the mess.
"Maybe I should've thought this through a little more…"
You giggle slightly as she peeling off the ruined blue latex glove before throwing it in the trash, along with putting the lube back into your shared bedside drawer.
"I mean, I still liked it, 'Doctor McKay '."
She chuckles and shakes her head slightly before going into the bathroom as you hear the water running.
"Let's see if you keep up that same mindset after you struggle to walk and try to sleep on a wet bed."
"Hey! Its not my fault you made me cum several times!"
You gave a playful pout as she crossed her arms and shook her head with a smile on her face.
"Not my fault you're so easy."
You groaned and threw your head back against the pillows.
"Ohhh my God you hate me."
She laughs and comes up next to you to kiss you on your forehead.
"Yeah, that's why I came home and had sex with you first thing instead of taking off my scrubs."
She prepped more kisses against your face with a playful smile. You took comfort in the silence for a moment as you looked up into her eyes.
"I love you Cassie."
Your fingers come out to wrap your pinky around hers. Her eyes soften looking at you, as she brings your hand up and kisses the back on your hand.
"I love you too, my sweetheart. Now let's get both of us into this bath before so we can cuddle on the couch, yeah?"
A/N: This is my first time sitting down and writing smut in a long time, hopefully whoever reads this enjoys.
Summary: Backstage is supposed to be all work and wires. But with Agatha watching your every move and Rio making it impossible to focus, suddenly every flickering lantern and whispered instruction feels dangerously personal.
Tags/Warnings: Modern with Magic AU, Theatre AU, Age Gap, (Rio and Agatha are in their Mid 40s, Reader is in their early 20s.) no use of y/n, reader uses they/them pronouns but is AFAB, fluff, hurt/comfort, tension, director!Agatha, technical director!Rio, mentions of other AAA and MCU characters, 18+, eventual smut, angst and fluff smut, collars, praise kink, power dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink, BDSM, squirting, sex in the tech booth, improper use of gaffers tape, fingering, strap-on sex, oral fixation, agatha and rio have existing history together
Summary: Backstage is supposed to be all work and wires. But with Agatha watching your every move and Rio making it impossible to focus, suddenly every flickering lantern and whispered instruction feels dangerously personal.
