haven’t gotten around to formatting this to not be gross on computer yet | 24 y/o smut author aiming to leave lesbian smut better than i found it. HEAVY tw for noncon/dubcon
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welcome to jezebelle’s jams! penned by jezebelle (it/she/they) 💖 ao3 linked above, same name.
24 (almost 25 🫠) y/o bisexual switch who leans heavily towards fem presenting folks. it/she/they pronouns. themes of bratting (and brat taming), breathplay, and fearplay are most common in my works/reposts. oh and edging! dirty talking too. my primary (sexual) fandom is the pitt! main ships include mcvadi and demma but we go crazy over here.
dni if ur transphobic or racist or any of those things. if u think trans women aren't women do us both a favor and block me pretty pls <3 i have no patience for terfs and u dont deserve to see my smut
if you're a cis straight man...........ur on thin ice. and i mean THIN. if i could make you pay me 5 dollars to see my stuff i would. behave
ive been writing for over ten years now, but ive only recently dipped my toe into smut writing! ive been getting a lot of fulfillment out of my nsfw ao3 and so i figured making a matching tumblr would work well
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im in a lovely and beautiful relationship with my lovely and beautiful girlfriend who i love. i love dms and discussing bdsm / the pitt / idk talking like people but please make sure to not cross any platonic boundaries!
this blog will contain cnc, dubcon, and noncon— i will do my best to tag all reposts and posts but if this a trigger i would block this blog in advance. stay safe out there!
im a huge fan of kink.com and everything they do, almost all of my work is inspired in some part by a kink shoot. whipped ass genuinely inspired me to write again after like two years without being able to. i wish i was lying bc i have to make up some bullshit excuse whenever people ask what got me back to writing LMFAO. 2013-2019 whipped ass was peak but their new (newest anyways) director has been KILLING it lately.
Outside of smut, i love to game, and have sung recreationally my entire life. my favorite musical artist at the time of writing is annabelle dinda and my favorite color is pink!
mutuals are always welcome to ask for my main blog! okay byebye
mmmm but like... the concept of Victoria getting passed around like a blunt by the pitt women for her birthday.... cassie with her tongue buried in vic's mouth while trinity nuzzles into victoria's cunt... baran sucking marks into victoria's neck, garcia pinching and playing with her nipples til they're all sore and puffy....
a plaything for them, being the birthday gift on her own birthday. all kinds of coos and praises and degradation being aimed at her, making her even fuzzier, til the words mostly fade and all she can hear is crooning voices. a doing good f'me, baby, so good... from cassie, a jesus, what an eager slut, from garcia, a such a soft, lovely girl, from baran. trinity doesn't bother to say a word where she's buried in victoria's cunt, moaning against her clit.
every inch of victoria feels like a molten mess of syrupy heat, heartbeat throbbing between her legs, tits all sensitive, mouth kiss-swollen and spit-slick. her usual anxious, overthinking mind is completely gone, fuckdrunk, hazy. a strap is eased into her cunt at some point— cassie, she thinks, while... garcia? eases one into her mouth. filled at both ends, drooly and stupid, cunt clenching around silicone while she gags on garcia's strap.
straps are replaced by tongues again, while poor, whiny victoria can only take it. baran is between her legs, licking languid, fat stripes against her used-up hole and puffy clit, making her thighs tremor. trinity is kissing her like a lovesick puppy, sucking on her tongue and her mouth, nipping at her. it's wet and filthy and so so so so good.
they take care of her after, her drowsy, spent, sore, pliant body. she feels shaky and blissed out, achy in the best way, a little delirious. cassie and baran are cooing something sweet at her, she can't make it out. she thinks they're calling her good, calling her sweet. so many hands are petting over her she's not sure who is who. her stomach, thighs, hips. cassie cradles her face, trinity pets her hair back, those she can see. she mumbles out a slurred s'good.... and trinity laughs.
cassie sighs, and chuckles with her, leaning down to kiss at victoria's forehead. yeah, was that so good? all fucked out, huh? shh, you're okay. did so good for us. happy birthday, sweetheart. <3
"cassie obviously sees victoria in a motherly way, like the way she compared vic's age as being close with her son's!!"
me, so wet im about to pass out: yeahgmmgmfhhh itsalmost like she sees her as a daughter do you think she'd ever call victoria that--ouhghhhhh god im gonna cum
okay but imagine if in the non con mcvadi au cassie snatched victoria up before her twenty-first birthday... think of how pretty they'd look celebrating together <3 i think cassie would force victoria to drink just enough to lose the majority of her fight so she could dress her up all nice. maybe she'd even give her a cute little birthday hat. she'd chain her up to the wall and take out her camera and take so many pretty pictures and videos of her <3 i think this is when cassie would make her record a video to send to her mom and all of her friends so they know that victoria actually wasn't kidnapped and that she's exactly where she wants to be. she'd put on her best act and then break down as soon as the camera stopped rolling, and cassie would swoop in to console her, as if she wasn't the one behind all of this. shh, pretty girl... mommy's got you. she can't hurt you anymore. no one can.
victoria is 21 today ☺️ would be a shame if she got all hazy and drunk for her 21st ☺️ would be a shame if she ended up in cassie's lap, uninhibited, whimpering how she wan' cum, Cass, p'ease.... y-ou're s'pretty... while the older woman is sick with guilt for how badly she wants to keep Vic in her lap.... murmuring Vic, you're drunk, as more of a reminder to herself ☺️
"You Make It Better, You Make It Worse" 2k words, no actual sex, dog communication buttons, relationship dissection, soft, slight hurt/comfort, brat taming, bdsm dynamic exploration, ao3 hyperlink here
Trinity Santos was a great doctor. She seemed to understand patients in a way not even they did, knew just what to say to make sure they got the care they needed. It was just one of the many reasons Baran Al-Hashimi fell in love with her.
It had been difficult at first. Both of them were wounded in such different ways, sometimes it felt like the more one healed the faster one got worse. Baran needed touch, needed to feel the way her lover’s chest rose and fell, to count each breath. Trinity needed space.
When Baran got too close, sometimes Trinity would snap like a frightened animal. The first time it happened was awful. They’d fought so hard, both scared into aggression. Baran didn’t know exactly what Trinity was going through, the younger woman keeping her cards close to her chest. But she’d felt loss before, could recognize its sting and the way it clouded the mind.
It made more sense when Trinity finally confided in her. Mumbling tiny, soft little apologies against her skin as she pushed past the discomfort. It took a lot of time for Trinity to be able to hug Baran for more than a few moments, but once that barrier was broken, it got hard to keep Trinity off her.
After a year, they’d entered into a comfortable routine. They’d go to work, come home, and then Baran would fuck her frustrations out on Trinity. She didn’t love the thought of actually hitting Trinity, especially not when she was feeling genuine negative emotion, but it was hard to hold back when she begged so prettily for it.
Sometimes Trinity would act out on purpose during slower parts of their shifts. It started small, looks that lingered just a touch too long, fingers that overstayed their professional welcome.
“Dr. Santos,” Baran would say in that low tone of hers, making sure no one was within earshot before continuing. “You better cut the shit.”
That was Trinity’s sign that her plan had worked. And sure enough, once the day was done and they’d decompressed from work Baran would grab her by the back of her neck and force her to her knees.
It only escalated from there. Trinity’s favorite trick was to call Dr. Al-Hashimi by her first name, asking Victoria all innocently if she knew where Baran was knowing full well she was in earshot.
Eventually enough was enough. Trinity had felt that it was appropriate to flash her in the woman’s restroom, which while incredibly hot, was absolutely not the kind of behavior she could encourage. So when they got home that day, and Trinity fell to her knees as normal, Baran pulled her back to her feet by her hair.
“I’m starting to realize that these punishments aren’t doing much to correct your behavior.” Baran spoke plainly, analyzing the way Trinity reacted to her words. That brain of hers was too sharp, that mouth too quick for her own good.
That gave her an idea.
“Quiet.” Before Trinity could give some bratty response, Baran’s finger pressed softly against her lips. “Open.” The response was immediate, and Baran moved her finger ever so slightly forward. She wasn’t going to be doing the work here. “Suck.”
Baran moaned as she felt Trinity’s mouth envelop her index finger. “Good girl.” She needed a moment of silence to formulate her plan. She was most of the way through when Trinity got bored and bit down on Baran’s finger just hard enough to make the older woman yelp. Baran popped the digit out of Trinity’s mouth with a scowl. “Fine. If you wanted me to use the leash, you really should have just said so.”
Trinity whined. “Awh, come on, was that really leash behavior—”
“Clearly it is if you think you can talk back to me like that.” The “leash” in question was a thick bit of rope that Baran had ordered just for Trinity, one end tied securely to her bedpost and the other connected to a plush collar. She didn’t think Trinity knew how to unknot her ties, but that never stopped her from cuffing the younger woman’s hands behind her back during leash time. Sometimes she’d gag her too, but considering what she had planned, Baran would let Trinity have that small victory tonight. “Don’t make me drag you over there.”
Though Trinity hesitated all it took was Baran to cock her brow and she was scurrying upstairs. Stupid Baran with her stupid eyes and stupid sexy voice.
“There we go.” Baran sighed in relief as she fastened the collar to Trinity’s neck. She clicked the handcuffs (real handcuffs, that Baran still had no clue how Trinity got) shut around her wrists, taking care to make sure nothing was too tight or uncomfortable. “Mom has to go out for a little while, okay? Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”
Panic painted Trinity’s face for just a moment, but of course Baran just had to notice it. “Check in?”
“Green.” Trinity muttered after a breath. “I just— you know.”
“I know.” Baran nodded and bent down, her hand gently cupping Trinity’s cheek. “I know. Would it help if I told you where I was going?”
Trinity hummed in thought. She hadn’t really considered that, and even like this Trinity was shocked at how loved she felt. A year ago this would have made her skin crawl. Maybe it still stung somewhere deep in Trinity, but the pain was dulled. A stabbing reduced to an ache. “No, I trust you.”
Baran wasn’t entirely convinced. But Trinity was a big girl, and the last time Baran pushed her like that they had to end the scene. She made a mental note to make tonight’s aftercare extra special as she nodded. “Alright. Be good for Mom then and stay put, okay?”
“Not like I have much of a choice.”
Baran smiled as she left the room.
After about half an hour Trinity heard the door unlock, followed by the sound of footsteps. About time. She’d been given enough of a break for her composure to recover and she was excited to push Baran’s buttons until she snapped.
That was until she saw the plastic Petco bag wrapped around Baran’s wrist, and all bets were off. “I’m back, Puppy.”
“You finally gonna make good on your threats to make me eat dog food?” It had never been a serious suggestion, though in this moment Baran wasn’t sure Trinity knew that.
She laughed with a light shake of her head. “No, no, but every time you bring it up I want to a little more.” Not inherently true— it really only appealed to her because she could tell it appealed to Trinity, for whatever reason. And that was enough for her.
“Then…?” It’s not like it was uncommon for Baran to pick up little gifts and treats for her pet, but she’d never stopped mid scene to do much of anything, let alone fully leave the house.
Baran unlocked the girl’s cuffs and sat down next to Trinity, patting her thigh softly. “You’ll see soon enough.” She gently coaxed the younger woman’s head into her lap. “That sounded terribly ominous, didn’t it?” She laughed as she pet Trinity in all of the places she loved.
“Not much more ominous than the rest of this.” Baran was pleased to hear that trademark Santos snark. As annoying as it tended to be, it was a sure sign that Trinity was fine to keep going. “Seriously. You’ve never left me alone like that before. For a second I thought something happened, y’know?”
Ah. She hadn’t considered that in her excitement. A complete oversight all things considered. “No, no, nothing like that.” Baran’s voice was warm and soft. “All of your bratting earlier today just gave me an idea.”
Trinity sat up and cocked her head to the side. “An idea that… made you go to Petco?”
Baran just chuckled and emptied the bag, revealing a set of buttons. Buttons? Trinity racked her brain as to what the fuck this set of buttons was for until her eyes glanced to the top of the package. Dog Communication Buttons - 8pk.
“Baran.” Trinity didn’t know that Baran could still surprise after so long. “This can’t be for what I think it is.”
“Shh, Puppy.” Baran readjusted so she was out of Trinity’s reach, tearing open the package and paging through the instructions. “Don’t worry. Mom’s gonna give you all the words you need, okay?”
“I—” Trinity swallowed hard. She was always supposed to lose the game, but to lose this soon? It felt deliciously humiliating. “I’m not going to—”
“Is my gorgeous girl going to make me muzzle her?”
Trinity whined and shook her head as she lowered her gaze. She hated that damn thing.
“Good girl.” Baran’s praise always hit Trinity in just the right way. “Stay quiet so I can record these, okay?” Trinity nodded, breathing slower and deeper as she watched Baran get to work.
There were eight words in all. Yes, No, Food, Pets, Cum, Bathroom, Water, Red. Trinity was always allowed to speak if she needed something beyond the confines of the scene, but Baran noticed Trinity had a hard time with her words during these kinds of prolonged, sexless scenes. Baran felt a lot more comfortable knowing Trinity had something to speak for her, should the need arise.
“Alright baby.” Baran placed all eight buttons in front of her pet and smiled. Each one was labeled in that beautiful cursive script Trinity loved. “You’re not allowed to speak for the rest of the night, but you are allowed to use your words. Does that make sense?”
Trinity pawed at the Yes button and was upset at how hot Baran’s voice sounded through the speaker. “Good girl!” Baran seemed borderline surprised that Trinity was already playing nice. She took a moment to analyze the girl below her, only continuing once she was sure nothing was wrong. It wasn’t often that Trinity fell into a subspace this deep, but Baran supposed it made sense that it happened now.
Baran sat down on her bed, a dramatic sigh of relief pushed out of her lungs for effect. She gently nudged Trinity away as she tried to crawl up next to her. “You know dogs aren’t allowed on the furniture, not without Mom’s permission anyways.”
Trinity opened her mouth briefly before clamping it shut. Right. She thought for a moment before pressing the Pets button, looking up at her momma with the biggest puppy-dog eyes she could manage.
“My needy little girl.” Baran cooed gently, voice tender instead of mocking. Trinity didn’t tend to respond well to that kind of thing outside of explicit kink scenes. She wanted Trinity to live in this high, to stay in subspace as long as she could and just relax. Even if this was supposed to be a punishment, Baran wanted Trinity to know that she didn’t have to be the smartest nor the funniest woman in the room for Baran to love her. Baran Al-Hashimi loved Trinity Santos because she was Trinity Santos, simple as that.
But Trinity wouldn’t react well to hearing that sentence, not yet anyways. So for now, Baran would do whatever it took to meet Trinity where she was at.
Baran was drawn from her thoughts as she heard her own voice go pets, pets, pets, yes, pets-
“Alright, alright.” Baran patted the spot next to her on the bed as she reached for her Kindle. “You can cuddle with Mom tonight, okay? But you gotta promise me one thing.”
Yes, yes, pets, yes. Trinity’s face was hot as she stared up at Baran, pupils huge as she met her gaze.
“No more being a little brat at work.”
In the moment it felt like an easy promise to make. Why would Trinity want to be a brat? How would she even manage that with an eight word vocabulary anyways? Her brain hadn’t caught up to reality as she nodded frantically, spamming the Yes button over and over.
“That’s my good girl.” Baran got comfortable as she watched Trinity crawl onto the bed, forearms pulling the rest of her up. The older woman held out her arm and let Trinity snuggle up however she pleased before resting it against her shoulder, squeezing softly as she used her free hand to open her Kindle.
Emma has a breast fetish and loves Dana’s tits sm it’s kinda insane.
anon your brain.......i love it. rural emma who has seen tits exclusively in porn all hyped on adrenaline seeing dana in her normal clothes for the first time and losing her mind
there's no way emma could have known how perfect dana's tits were, not under those scrubs, not while working the most stressful job on earth. that was until she needed a ride home, and all of a sudden found herself waiting for dana to change back into her civilian clothes. all normal, all platonic.
and then dana walked over to her in a t-shirt for a band she's never heard of and jesus christ it's all she can notice. the shirt was loose fitting, comfortable looking, but it was worn, the white fabric just thin enough for dana's bra to peek through.
so, what's your address, kiddo?
fuck. fuck fuck fuck. emma looked up from dana's chest to see the older woman smirking down at her. unshakable, ever confident, always in charge. nothing could knock dana down from emma's pedestal, not anymore.
i'm so sorry her voice was barely more than a squeak as she trained her gaze in the opposite direction. it won't happen again i promise-
but dana just ruffled her hair. you're cute. and then her hand found emma's, guiding the younger woman's touch from dana's stomach to her ribcage, and finally under her shirt to her right breast. make it quick, okay? last thing we need is someone seeing us
holy shit.
her touch was clumsy and desperate, hungry to feel every bit of dana's tits. without even thinking about it she lifted up dana's shirt just enough to expose her tits. they were perfect. she'd never felt something so soft against her palm, and the way dana's breathing changed ever so slightly as emma's fingers found her nipple? emma was addicted, there was no question.
still drunk on the haze emma lowered her head and wrapped her lips around one of her nipples. all she could smell was dana, her scent intoxicating. she could die like this. she could die right here and she'd be happy, fucking grateful, and-
alright kiddo, alright. dana nudged her away with gentle hands, and she couldn't help but laugh at the sad look on emma's face. let me drive us somewhere safer, okay?
and just like that emma nolan and dana evans had a new nightly ritual. when people started to notice dana would just wave them off with some lie about how close emma lived to her and that really, it was just easier for dana to drive the girl home. most people believed it, though a few women in similar situations definitely picked up on what was going on.
i turn 25 in like 14 days . why am i not chained to a cold metal pipe and being beaten by a hot woman until im all pretty and bruised. like seriously im about to go to hr about this smh
in my head it was baran who recommended it, but only after trinity told her about pet play. trinity was reluctant, hesitant with the details. baran wouldn't be satisfied until her girl was satisfied though so she got to work researching the ins and outs of it. it got her down a huge rabbit hole, because you can't really practice safe pet play without knowing how to practice safe bdsm. she read as many articles as she could find, attended a few online seminars (under a fake name of course), even spoke to a couple likeminded individuals to get their opinions on what to do.
about a month after trinity mentioned (and immediately backtracked from) wanting to try pet play, baran sat her down one night after work and brought the subject up again. she was gentle and soft in her approach, and even then it took a lot of talking and reassurance for trinity to warm up to actually trying it. it started slow, with baran muttering a soft puppy here every now and again during sex. it was only when trinity let baran order a special collar for her that she truly let herself enjoy it all. her barks got more confident, her bite more refined and playful.
over time, baran had to pause scenes less and less to check in on her girl. she learned how to read her new pet and watched with pride as trinity finally looked comfortable servicing her. it was around that point that baran had the idea of clicker training trinity.
it had always been a fight to get the younger girl to drink enough water. baran had to force trinity to drink pretty much every day, and it wasn't that she minded, but it worried her. a lot of things about trinity worried her. trinity didn't like to talk about herself, and baran wasn't one to pry. well, she was, but not when it came to her trinity. she'd learned that lesson well enough when they'd first started dating six months ago.
baran couldn't fix something she couldn't diagnose. but she could treat the symptoms, manage the flare ups. whenever trinity broke baran was there to hold her, wiping away whatever tears escaped trinity's grasp before helping to put her back together.
trinity was conflicted about the idea. she hated being cared for. it had always made her panic, made her want to run and cuss and tear and claw until there was nothing left around her. but as baran explained her ideas trinity realized that part of her had been tamed. not entirely, trinity knew she'd have to live with this whole thing the rest of her life. something about baran made trinity dread the future less.
the thought of baran caring about her enough to train her was oddly nice. unnerving, and scary, and confusing... and yet it still felt nice. trinity had explained all of this the best she could and finally managed to tell baran she'd be down to try it. it hurt to be so vulnerable, but the way baran smiled at her made it feel worth it.
after a quick discussion baran was eating trinity out and clicking down on the device each time she came. this repeated over and over and over again until trinity needed to mercy out of it. from that point on any time trinity heard that distinct little click her body was flooded with endorphins. somehow, baran was able to hide how adorable she found the whole thing.
baran brought her a glass of water and instructed her to drink it. trinity took a sip and baran rewarded her with a soft click and jesus christ, it was almost scary how drunk it made her feel. suddenly, she found herself motivated to drink as much water as she could, just to hear the sound.
within a week trinity was actually using the water bottle baran had bought her months ago. when victoria commented on how shocking it was that the trinity santos was drinking water, she had no way to explain how red her face got as she realized why she'd brought the bottle to work today.
Hey! I just asked around and everyone at the party is in agreement that you should get naked! You don't mind, right? You don't have to do anything else! Just stand around naked! The rest of us will keep our clothes on, so it won't be weird or anything!
THE NONCON MCVADI POST WAS SOOOOO GOOOD. I'm not the original asker but would you ever write more of it? :D I also clicked on the hyperlink to see what your AO3 is and realized I've read your other mcvadi fics too which were so good! I'm gonna read the demma/mcvadi one now :) <3<3
Yes!!!! First of all hiiiii anon thank you for reading and im really really happy it hit as intended!!! I was nervous the pitt non con stuff would completely flop so im very happy to hear the opposite. half the comments on the ao3 page are “… I don’t like non con….. but I found this really hot…” I feel like im corrupting the masses LMFAO. all that to say YES enthusiastically yes I will be writing more pitt non con content. I might expand on the mcvadi one because tbh the more I think about it the more it’s like. tasty even in a non sexual way.
Omg thank you!!!!!! I hope you enjoy the demma/mcvadi fic I had a lot of fun writing it, it turned me from a cassie mcchud enjoyer to a cassie mcchud truther. thank you so much for sending this ask i always do like a girlish giggle and kick my feet in the air when i see an ask come in
