Thoughts on mean southern Wanda x reader where reader is just running themselves into the ground?
I love this series so much thank you for giving it to us (screaming crying throwing up)
In hindsight, maybe working two consecutive double shifts on the busiest days of the week hadn’t been your greatest idea.
In theory, it shouldn’t have been a big deal. The diner opened at 6am and closed at 10pm, so hypothetically you could leave at close on Saturday and have a proper 8 hours of rest before opening Sunday morning.
But, of course, things hadn’t gone quite as you expected. Friday night you’d come down with a bug and spent most of the night feverishly tossing around instead of resting, so when your alarm went off on Saturday morning, you hadn’t slept at all. Then there was a small rush of customers that came in just before closing, leaving you cleaning up the aftermath until after midnight.
It was hardly worth it to go home by the time you finished, so you just crashed for a few hours in a booth before opening early the next morning. If the diner wasn’t already short staffed on the busiest day of the week, your boss would’ve sent you home when she saw you. You looked like hell. Instead, she sent you to the back of house with a cooling rag around your neck and a promise you’d leave if you felt any sicker.
You were halfway through the pile of dishes left over from the after-church rush when your vision started to blur. Keeping your eyes open suddenly felt impossible, and closing them felt almost blissful. White spots swam around your head, growing bigger and bigger until they obscured everything else. You felt sweaty and hot, like you’d die if you didn’t take off your clothes. Your apron felt suffocating, making you tear at the strings around your waist and pull it off over your head, sending your hat clattering against the tile floor.
Clumsily, you stumbled from the sink in an attempt to make it to the back door. You needed some fresh air. The door opened to reveal the afternoon sun beating down blindingly against the pavement. Everything was so painfully bright. You just barely managed to lean against the brick wall and ease yourself down before the white spots took over your vision entirely and you collapsed.
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You woke up to the feeling of cold hands and an ice pack on your face. Even before opening your eyes, you could identify the figure leaned attentively over you. At first, you had assumed it was Stella, your boss. But you would’ve known the smell of this perfume and the feel of these fingers from anywhere.
“Mama?” You whined groggily, opening your eyes and trying to sit up. “How’d you… why are you here?”
“Your boss called. Said I could come get you or she’d call you an ambulance. But we all know you can’t afford that so I came to play paramedic for your puny ass. Again.” she explained.
“What?” You asked, still confused. “Why’d she call you? How’d she even get your number?”
Stella rounded the corner with a tall glass of ice water and a straw, squatting down next to you and helping you sipping the cool liquid. “She was the only emergency contact listed in your phone,” she answered, not giving Wanda an opportunity to explain for herself.
“But…” you started again, head still swimming with confusion. “I never put you in my phone as an emergency contact.”
Wanda’s mouth pinched into a tight line. Before you could ask anymore questions, she was throwing your arm over her shoulder, wrapping her arms around your waist and propping you up against her body. “C’mon. You need a bed and a cold shower. I’m taking you home. God you are heavier than you look.”
Much to Wanda’s dismay, Stella took up your other side, supporting some of your weight as they half-dragged you to Wanda’s truck and hoisted you into the passenger door.
Stella leaned over you, securing your seatbelt so you wouldn’t slump forward and tumble into the floorboard. Then she leaned in through the window as Wanda made her way around to the driver side and playfully ruffled your hair, earning a sneer from Wanda.
“Get some rest, kid,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Wanda started rolling the window up while Stella’s arms and head were still poking through, making her jerk backwards in surprise. “No you won’t,” she sneered. “They haven’t had a day off in what, three weeks? Hire yourself another server. You can have them back on Wednesday.”
She peeled out of the parking lot without giving your boss a chance to respond or even step away from the car. You didn’t see, but you wouldn’t have been surprised if Wanda had knocked her onto her ass.
“You shouldn’t be so mean to her, you know. She takes good care of me,” you sighed, turning towards Wanda.
“Yeah well you were passed out cold in her kitchen, so you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t believe that,” Wanda retorted. “I mean, you said you weren’t feeling well on Friday, and yesterday she said you looked…” she paused, realizing what she’d said.
“What? You came in yesterday to check on me?” You sat up, shocked by the accidental confession. Wanda hadn’t ever responded to the text you sent her about not feeling well on Friday night. You’d just assumed she hadn’t read it.
“No!” Wanda snapped immediately. “I just met Agnes for lunch yesterday afternoon and you work at one of the only diners in town. You had nothing to do with it.”
“But you asked about me,” you doubled down.
“I just wanted to know why you weren’t serving like you usually do. I was just trying to make small talk with Stella, is all.” Her jaw went tight, grinding her molars together anxiously. You knew she was lying as she always made a point to talk to your boss as little as possible, but you decided to let it go.
“I wish I would’ve known,” you said. “I would’ve put extra strawberries and whipped cream on your pancakes like I usually do.” Whenever Wanda came in, you were always sure to draw a big heart with whipped cream and fill it in with strawberries.
“You’re gonna get both of us in trouble with that one day,” she said with a smirk.
“Yeah well,” you replied uncaringly, “you’re gonna get me fired if you keep insisting I stay home. So we’ll call it even.”
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You had nearly fallen asleep by the time Wanda pulled into her driveway. She didn’t bother helping you out of the car as you had expected, leaving you to slowly navigate your way out of the big truck.
The moment you shut the passenger door, you were pushed back against it with a powerful stream of ice cold water, soaking through your work uniform and cooling your warm skin.
You tried to scream and dodge the oncoming blast, but you just ended up choking on a sudden mouthful of water.
“Whoops,” Wanda smirked, turning the hose to a lighter shower setting. “I must’ve turned it on the jet by accident.”
“You know, when you said cold shower, this is not what I thought you meant!” You shouted over the sound of the water. “Oh and are you gonna explain how you ended up as an emergency contact in my pho-“
You couldn’t finish the sentence before she’d turned the hose back to the jet setting, aiming it right at your face.
“Don’t bring those wet clothes in the house,” she demanded, clicking the hose off. Without another word of explanation, she turned on her heels to head inside, leaving you soaked and shivering in the driveway.
phone sex ノ fingering (e receiving) ノ dirty talking (?) ノ not proofread (yet)
Being an ER doctor meant sometimes staying away for days in a random medical convention Dr Robby chose to send you, it was routine by now. What wasn’t was leaving your sweet girlfriend Emma behind, you missed her dearly every day you were apart.
You’ve been in Philadelphia for two days now, only one more to go of the probably most boring convention of your life, you couldn’t wait to be back home with your girlfriend by tomorrow night. You had just left the shower, your hair was still slightly damp and the clock marked 9PM when your phone rang on the bedside, it was Emma, you smiled softly.
“Hey baby” you spoke in the gentlest voice you could and waited for an answer that took quite some seconds, Emma only breathed at first before her answer came a bit shaky “hey..”, your eyebrows furrowed, was she okay? “Are you okay? Do you feel sick?”
You heard the girl swallow clearly on the other side before something close to a pant came from her “Emma?” You called again, getting a bit worried, was your girlfriend sick? Why was she calling you and not 991? The line was silent for a bit more before Emma spoke again in a half moan “baby… I miss you so much”
Your whole body locked up at the moment that sweet sound hit your ear, oh… you smirked to yourself before cracking open a wine bottle, pouring yourself a bit and sitting by the bed as you heard Emma moan and pant more clearly on the other side “what are you doing princess?”
No answer came on the first seconds, just a full on whine before Emma’s shaky voice cut through “missin’ you… touching myself”, her words wavered by the end, clearly shy, how adorable. You chuckled on the phone and sipped from your whine glass “can you tell me what you’re doing baby?”
Emma sighed on the other side, fingers spreading her wet folds as she circled her puffy clit, face buried on your pillow on her side to smell your scent but also using it to keep the phone close to her ear “I have… two fingers rubbing my clit” her voice was shaky and you swallowed hard on the other side, getting turned on by the mere thought of it “yeah? Are you now? What a needy girl”
Your words made Emma moan again, swallowing hard as she fastened her fingers “I just… miss you so much, want you touching me” she cried on the other line, fingers tentatively sliding lower to press against her aching whole, wishing it was you right now, fingering her warm pussy in that way only her girlfriend knew how to do.
“I know baby” you spoke on the other side, wine making your body grow hotter and your mind dizzy as Emma whined on the phone against your ear “but you can be a good girl and relieve yourself yeah? I’m right here”. Emma nodded even tho you couldn’t see before a high pitched sound left her throat as she finally entered herself, biting her lower lip.
“what are you doing now? Keep talking pretty girl” you cooed again, feeling completely blind without being able to see whatever filthy thing Emma was doing now, you swore if you close your eyes tight enough you could imagine her greedy pussy around your fingers, the her voice came again, half moaned and half shaky “I’m so tight… I wish it was you”
You were sure you had just entered heaven by now, melting against the bed, heavy breathing as your glass of whine was long forgotten, all you could think about was Emma back home, probably sprawled on your bed and fingering herself thinking of you “yeah, I bet you’re so tight.. gosh I miss your warm cunt”. Your words elicited another moan from the girl on the other side of the line.
Emma was wasted by now, sweat pooling on her forehead as she thrusted her fingers deeper inside her soaked pussy, trying to hit that spot you always did so well, but was quite hard by herself “baby I really need you..” her orgasm was so close as she cried on the phone, tears swelling up on her eyes as she fastened the curling of her fingers as much as she could, picturing you over her, your warm fingers bullying her cunt restlessly and teasing her puffy bud.
You groaned a bit, messed up on the other side as you could hear the wet sounds of Emma’s pussy all the way back in your bedroom, driving you insane. “C’mon babydoll, you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me, I want to hear you”. Emma whole body shivered and your words were like lightening a firework, orgasm crashed down hard over her shaky body, your name spilling like a prayer from her lips as she could feel her aching hole squeeze around her digits, having a taste of what you probably felt every time you made her tip over.
A smirk rosed on your lips again as you heard your girlfriend come over the phone being guided by just your voice, the power of it? Insane. You cleaned your throat and ran a hand through your hair before speaking again “you did so good, now be a perfect girl like you are and wait for me tomorrow night, I’ll give all this needy pussy wants from me”. You turned the call off before Emma could even answer, making a painful whine leave her throat as she stares at the ceiling, still blissed in that post-orgasm haze, body boneless and she wondered how long tomorrow would take to arrive already.
hey bbys! As promised here’s the phone sex with Emma cause it’s just 😵💫😵💫😵💫 had so much fun writing this one, hope you guys like!! It’s so good being back after my sick weeks ;)
Little slip up leads to revelations. Revelations lead to conversations. Can your dominants pull you back before you drown completely? Can they fix what was broken?
Word Count: 10,5k
Warnings: MDNI/18+, not proof read (again), smut (bondage, edging, praise), sugar baby!r, dom/sub dynamics, a very needed discussion about said dynamics, sub drop, argument, hurt/comfort, spanking mention, age gap, financial struggles, idk what else
A/N: Wow, I did not expect for this story to get so much love! Genuinely thank you everyone<3 I do hope this chapter lives up to your expectations, cause I'm kinda proud of it hehe (but also its probably full of mistakes, but its 3am ill check it tomorrow)
Chapter 1
You weren’t sure when you managed to finally fall asleep, the pain keeping you up much longer than you would’ve preferred, but you knew it must’ve been too late. The moment you woke up you immediately winced at the pounding in your head.
The sun was barely up, barely shining through the curtains and you immediately reached for your phone that was resting on the nightstand.
6:24
Early. But not as early as you usually woke up. You rolled onto your back, which you immediately regretted, wincing as your butt touched the mattress.
Natasha really did a number on you.
You sat up slowly, your eyes barely open, but you knew you would not be able to get any more sleep. You took your old clothes and dressed yourself, not bothering to take out new clothes from your bag.
It was the same clothes that Wanda took off of you on friday, carefully folding it and setting it on a dresser for you. You always brought back-up clothes with you, but right now you couldn’t bother to take them out, feeling way too dirty to put clean clothes on yourself.
You couldn’t really tell why. Natasha cleaned you up briefly last night, but you still felt as if you hadn’t taken a shower in ages.
You could take a shower if you wanted to. Wanda and Natasha made sure that you knew that you could use their guest bathroom anytime you wanted but the thought of getting wet right now made you feel even more disgusting than normal.
On top of that you did not feel like cleaning up the evidence of doing something around their house. You were sure they didn’t care, but always felt awkward when you had to use something belonging to someone else, always feeling strangely uneasy in spaces that were not your own. You were always told to be quiet, invisible, to not exist in places that did not belong to you, and if you had no choice—make it look as if you were never there.
You quietly opened the door and peeked outside, the sight of the enormous hallway coming into view. All the doors still remained closed, keeping their secrets inside. You tiptoed towards the staircase and walked down carefully, not wanting to wake the couple up, your legs shaking slightly as you took each step.
You immediately turned towards the kitchen as you reached the lower floor, taking a single sticky note and a pen.
Woke up early so I went home. See you on friday.
Polite enough.
You eyed the fridge, pondering whether you should take something. Both women said numerous times that you could always take anything you wanted, but your stomach turned at the thought. You usually stayed for breakfast now, but you didn’t feel like waiting for either of them to wake up. You wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed. And no matter how familiar their house was, it wasn’t a home to you.
It was Wanda who proposed the idea of you staying over the whole weekend. It was more time efficient and it was easier to check up on you personally in the mornings as your scenes got more intense. And the promise of more money made the decision a lot easier for you.
They truly were responsible dominants, doing everything by the book. They knew that sub drop could occur even days later, and that aftercare didn’t end the second you fell asleep,
They even started to check in on you more throughout the week as well, just to make sure that you were okay after each weekend. Especially Wanda herself knew that even if everything went okay, she still sometimes needed that special coddling days after any scene took place. She imagined that it must have been the same for you. And the thought of you being left alone to deal with those feelings by yourself sat heavy in her chest.
But despite spending more time with you, despite checking up on you more, they still made sure to hold their care within the agreed boundaries, to treat you more like a business partner or an acquaintance rather than anything else.
You didn’t necessarily mind that much, there was simply too much going on in your life and the last thing you needed was a romantic mess in the form of a married couple.
Despite spending more time with them and staying at their house, things still remained strangely the same. There was no making dinner together or watching movies in the living room.
Your Saturdays were usually spent hiding away in their guest room. By the time they asked you about this adjustment in schedule, the school year was done, which meant you couldn’t use studying as an excuse, but both of them were always respectful and left you alone when you said you had some work to do, not bothering to ask any extra questions. Most Saturday mornings were spent having sex, though any special, time-consuming activities were always left for the evening, which left you with a whole day to fill with any activity to keep your restless mind occupied.
It felt awkward more often than not, to be at their house when you weren’t actively offering them any services, but they didn’t seem to mind much. It was their idea after all, so you tried not to think about it too much either. Natasha made a point of checking up on at least once throughout the day, but it was Wanda who would come up multiple times a day to see if you were okay and if you needed anything.
You reached into your back pocket, taking out your phone to order an uber. You moved the meeting point towards the end of the street, further away from their house. The mornings were always quiet in this neighborhood, and you didn’t want to risk waking them up because of a loud car waiting in front of their house.
You didn’t have to wait too long, the driver luckily close enough for you to immediately get going. Just as you were about to open the front door you heard a sound, something close to the door being opened and you stilled immediately, worried one of them had woken up. You waited for a few seconds, not even daring to breathe, but when no more sound occurred you moved again.
You weren’t sure why you reacted this way, why you didn’t want to see either woman right now. These women have broken you down and put you back together more times than you could count, and yet, the thought of seeing them right now sent shivers down your spine. You felt like a dirty hook up, the kind that you have after drinking too much and then regret it in the morning while you shamefully sneak out and you didn’t need any witnesses for that.
You stepped outside once you were completely sure no one was coming down and held your breath as you closed the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. The breath of relief you let out once you were finally outside was heavy and you immediately started walking towards your driver, desperately needing to get away.
Thankfully, he was already there, waiting for you. You greeted the driver, your voice still hoarse from not using it and leaned your head against the window, closing your eyes. You hoped you wouldn’t fall asleep and end up dead in the middle of nowhere, but even if you did, it would be okay. You were apparently willing to let strangers do just about anything to you at this point, not caring whether you liked it or not.
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The door to your apartment creaked open, the voice cutting through your head harshly. You switched the light on, only for the light bulb to give out 5 seconds later. You signed, but the usual annoyance didn’t follow, somehow the inconvenience of it simply passed through you as if you were a ghost.
You tossed the bag from your shoulder into the corner, not bothering to unpack. You could take care of it later. You would have to go downstairs to the laundry room to get your clothes washed and that was not something you wanted to bother yourself with right now.
You made your way towards the tiny bathroom, just wanting to shower and get to bed finally. The clothes were already halfway off of your body by the time you stepped inside. You stared at yourself in the mirror, barely recognizing the person that was staring back at you. There were massive bags under your eyes, your lips turned into a tiny frown. You looked drained, almost as if there was no life left in you anymore.
You turned around and looked down, the mirror just low enough to allow you to see the damage. Dark red and purple lines covering the majority of your backside. You traced one of them, hissing as sharp pain shot through you. Your vision blurred suddenly, and you looked back up, finding a single tear running down your face.
Why were you suddenly so sensitive?
You glanced at the small collection of products that were lined up on the shelf next to the mirror, one of them a soothing gel that Wanda gave you after the first time they had spanked you.
Use this whenever it hurts, yeah?
You remembered that night clearly. Wanda was the one who brought out the paddle, not really to punish you, you hadn’t done anything that warranted a punishment. It was just simply something meant to spice things up a bit, which clearly worked because you came harder than ever before afterwards and you were barely coherent all throughout aftercare.
Last night was different though. Wanda spent over an hour edging you, and in the haze of desperation, your hand unconsciously went between your thighs, needing to relieve the pressure. Neither of them were too happy about that, and Natasha decided that the appropriate punishment was a cane. And denial. They left you without a release, deciding that you were not deserving of pleasure, if you didn’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.
Maybe that was what was wrong. You didn’t get to cum and now you were grumpy.
You turned towards the shower, turning the water on to let it heat up a bit, while you brushed your teeth. You didn’t dare look into the mirror anymore, your reflection scaring you more than it should. You weren’t sure how long you brushed your teeth for, the time passing without you noticing, and yet, when you finally stepped into the shower, the water was still cold.
Somehow you didn’t flinch when the water touched your skin, your mind barely registering the sudden change in temperature. It wasn’t unusual for the warm water to not work, the building was old and your landlord was barely present, only reminding you of his existence once a month when he asked for rent.
You didn’t spend too long in the shower, quickly washing your body and hair with the cheap products you could afford. This was probably what you hated the most about not having enough money. You would love to treat yourself to those expensive products that actually took care of your hair and made your skin feel soft for days. You hoped that maybe one day you would get there, that maybe one day you wouldn’t have to take the cheapest stuff the store could offer.
Theoretically speaking, you would be able to afford that type of stuff even now with how much the married couple was paying you. But you wanted to be smart, saving up almost all of it, and with it being summer now you were at least not burdened with having to pay tuition either, allowing you to set aside even more money.
Maybe you would be able to end the arrangement soon, the saved up money would probably be enough to carry you throughout the approaching final year of university, but you were scared of any unexpected expenses happening again. It almost ruined you once, and you desperately wanted to avoid it this time around.
On top of that, you knew that you got lucky by finding Wanda and Natasha on that website, since it was mostly filled with people you didn’t even feel comfortable reaching out to. The chances of finding anyone else like them were next to zero and you wouldn’t be able to go back to them if things ended either. You needed them to survive, whether you liked it or not.
You wrapped yourself in a towel as you stepped out of the shower, your skin reddened from the cold, and went to the small dresser in your room, pulling out new clean pajamas. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but was instead greeted with a new message from Wanda.
Hey. just checking in, everything okay? Why did you leave? You could’ve at least stayed for breakfast.
Your fingers moved faster than your brain, giving her a rehearsed response.
Yeah, everything’s good. Woke up super early and I had a lot to do, so I wanted to get a head start.
Your phone buzzed before you could even put it down, Wanda’s reply coming in swiftly.
Oh, okay. You sure you’re feeling good?
100%, see you on friday.
Take care of yourself, okay? And if you need anything let us know.
You didn’t bother replying after that, something about her words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. What could you possibly need from them, except for the obvious?
You plugged your phone into the charger and placed it on the ground, the nightstand you once had long gone when you had to sell it during a harder month to afford some food. You buried yourself under the covers, not bothering to give it any more thought. Who needs a nightstand anyway?
Your eyes fell shut the second your head touched the pillow, and you sighed in relief as you felt sleep take over you.
The moment your eyes opened again it felt like they weren’t closed for even a full minute, but then you checked your phone, and you saw it was just past midnight. It was hard to believe you slept through the entire day, somehow feeling even more tired than before. You just rolled over, hoping to sleep some more before you would have to get up to handle another full week of working.
By the time Thursday arrived you weren’t even sure how you still managed to stay upright. No amount of rest or food or showering managed to fix whatever was wrong as your body only ached more and your mind grew darker.
But tomorrow was Friday, and with that another weekend with them. You only hoped they would take it easy on you this time around.
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The door to Wanda’s and Natasha’s house opened less than a minute after you knocked, but the greeting got stuck in Natasha’s throat when she saw you.
“Are you okay? You look-”
You didn’t let her finish, immediately replying with the words you knew all too well. “I’m fine.”
She eyed you suspiciously, wanting to ask more but your clipped answer told her everything she needed to know. You weren’t gonna talk, and she didn’t want to push. She simply nodded as she let you step inside.
“Come on, Wanda’s making dinner.” That was new. Not necessarily Wanda cooking, from what you gathered Wanda was a big cook, though she didn’t always have time for it, but it was definitely new for her to cook on Friday. Usually you would have a glass of wine together and then retreat upstairs.
They usually had dinner together before you arrived every Friday, and they never really bothered to ask if you had eaten. It was not their responsibility after all.
You followed Natasha to the kitchen after you dropped your bag, greeted by the sight of Wanda behind a stove, looking a bit disheveled.
She only spared you a quick look before turning right back to stir something in a pan. “Oh, hi! Hope you’re hungry. I made pasta and I always accidentally make enough to feed a whole village.”
“Pasta sounds nice.” You replied, your voice cracking slightly, which made Wanda freeze. She turned around to look at you properly, but was quickly met with Natasha shaking her head, quietly letting her know to not question it.
The dinner passed in a blur for you. Natasha complained about something at work, as she poured each of you a glass of wine. Wanda talked about a new recipe she wanted to try, while setting the table. It felt oddly…domestic.
You didn’t finish the entire portion Wanda gave you, your stomach turning after each bite despite the food being absolutely delicious. You made a point to praise her cooking skills anyway. You were raised right.
You only came back to reality when you heard the sound of the dishwasher being turned on, looking up to see Wanda leaning against the counter, staring back at you with a subtle smile.
Natasha stood up wordlessly, and you stared at her in confusion, unsure whether you were supposed to go after her or not.
Why are they acting so strange?
Wanda just nodded her in the direction of the hallway, as she finally moved away from the counter, silently letting you know to follow her.
You stood up abruptly, convinced that now you would finally go upstairs, but both women led you to the living room instead.
Were you about to have sex on the couch?
Neither of them said anything as Natasha reached for the TV remote, while Wanda grabbed a book from the table, both settling down on the couch as if this was completely normal. You guessed it was, but not when you were here. Did they forget what day it was?
You sat down slowly, finding a place on the far end of the couch. You watched Natasha turn the TV on and toss the remote aside, while Wanda opened her book to the last page she had read.
The silence was killing you, and your eyes kept darting nervously between the two women.
What the fuck is going on?
10 minutes in and you couldn’t take it anymore, your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you waited for them to finally take you upstairs, or at least say something that would clarify this entire situation to you.
“Did I…do something?” You blurted out suddenly, your nerves getting the best of you.
“What do you mean?” Asked Wanda, not bothering to raise her head from the book.
You blushed, not sure how to word it. “You’re not-, we’re not…”
Wanda just shook her head as she finally looked at you, her eyes softer than you had ever seen before. “No, you’re tired.”
Panic spread through your body, and you shook your head as you stumbled over your words. “No! Uh, I mean…no, I’m fine.”
Wanda wasn’t going to butch though, and she just gently shook her head in a firm disagreement. “We can see you’re not. And that’s okay. We don’t need to do anything.”
“I swear, I’m okay! We can go upstairs.” You sat up straighter, trying to appear like you’re completely okay and ready. You had to do this.
“No. How about we just relax tonight, hm?” She said gently as she turned back to her book.
“No, really-”
“Not tonight.” Stated Natasha, as she sent you a sharp look before turning back to the TV, her tone clearly meant to end the debate.
“Please.” You whispered, but it was the desperation that finally made Natasha turn her head to look at you properly.
You looked down in your lap as you took in a shaky breath, your words coming out quieter than you intended. “I need to…I-, I need the money…”
“What?” Natasha mumbled as stared at your anxious form. Both women weren’t sure what to say, staring at you wordlessly. Wanda was the first one to recover though, choosing her next words carefully as she sat up straighter, putting her book away. “Do you… do you only do this because you need money?”
You shrugged as you murmured. “Doesn’t everybody work because they need money?”
Her eyes sharpened at that. “That’s not what I asked.”
“I-, well, yes. I need money. So can we please just go upstairs and get it over with?” You said as you played with your fingers anxiously, your thumb pulling at the dead skin around your fingernails.
Wanda stared at you in disbelief. “No, we cannot just ‘get it over with’. If you’re not feeling up to something, then you need to tell us.”
"It doesn’t matter whether I feel up to it. You're paying me for a service, it is my job to provide it. Lots of people don't like their jobs, but they do them because they need the money. It’s not a big deal!" You shot back, your voice rising with panic. You watched Wanda stand up, suddenly feeling a lot smaller. Your eyes snapped to Natasha briefly, stressed that she hadn’t said anything so far, though you didn’t miss the way her jaw was clenched.
Wanda crossed her arms across her chest, as she snapped back. “It is a big deal! This isn’t a regular job, this is not how we do this. Yes, we are paying you for being our submissive, but we cannot do something unless you’re absolutely sure you want it.”
“But I do want it!”
“Yeah, because of money!” Said Wanda as her voice raised a pitch. She wasn’t normally the one to yell, but she genuinely didn’t know how to get her point across. What you were saying was absolute nonsense to her, and she couldn’t even believe you were having this conversation.
Natasha leaned forward suddenly, resting her always against her knees as one hand shot up to rub her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh, but her tone was terrifyingly cold as she finally spoke. “You’re not a cook or a cleaner. We’re sleeping together. The second we do something you don’t want, it stops being sex and turns into an assault, and that is not fair to us either.”
“But I said yes.” You replied, your voice a lot less confident than it was a minute ago.
“So what? This entire time you’ve been saying yes because of money?”
“Well, yeah? I have a lot to pay for! Would you keep me around if I said no?!” You snapped back defensively.
Natasha stood up then, not able to stay still, her eyes full of anger as she looked at you. “We would discuss, renegotiate, find a common ground! It’s fucked up of you to put us in this position! As dominants we rely on you to be honest, we rely on your consent, you lying to us destroys that, it turns us into abusers when we thought this whole time you wanted it too!”
“But I did consent!”
“Because of money! That changes the dynamic entirely! Do you not understand that? That is a huge power imbalance! Something we were not aware of and something that needs a different approach! And a hell of a lot more communication!” She shot back, her voice raising by each sentence.
“But you’ve been paying me this whole time! You knew I needed the money!” You tried to defend, only for Natasha to immediately jump in. “You said you ‘wanted’ money! We did not know we were supporting your livelihood! That you were that dependent on us! That makes this entire situation a lot more fragile! Entirely jeopardizes your consent! Do you get that?!”
“Nat…”
“No, I’m angry Wanda! This isn’t fair to us! We did not consent to this!”
“Okay, let’s just…take a step back, okay?” Said Wanda as she raised her arms, trying to defuse the situation, only for Natasha to scoff and sit down on a separate sofa to your right.
Wanda seemed to pay her no mind as she sat down next to you, her hand reaching out to gently touch your knee. “What is this really about? Have you really been saying yes this entire time even though you didn’t like anything we were doing?”
“No, I mean, I did like most of it, just not…everything?” You said quickly as you gave her a sheepish look. “But why does that matter anyway? You’re the one in charge. Even if you didn’t pay me, aren't I supposed to do what you say anyway?”
Wanda sighed, giving you a sad look. “Honey…no. That’s not how this is supposed to work…”
“But you gave me a list?” You murmured, your voice insecure. Now they were going to find out you had no idea about any of this, they were going to throw you out.
Wanda furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, quickly looking at Natasha to make sure she heard right. “What list?”
“The one with the things you like…” You whispered shamefully.
Wanda shook her head as she squeezed your knee. “But that wasn’t us telling you what you had to do. That was us clarifying what we like and what we don’t. We can’t do something unless everyone wants it. Why else would we give you your own list to fill?”
“I don’t know?! To make sure we match?”
“Jesus…” Muttered Natasha, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Nat…”
“No, we gave you that list to make sure we don’t cross your boundaries. So that what we do in the bedroom is enjoyed by every party involved.” Replied Wanda softly, thinking back on the time you had spent together, hoping to find a moment when you might have needed to stop but didn’t, only for her to remember the last time you were together.
“Last Sunday, when we used the cane…” She started gently. “You cried afterwards. Was that just because it was a lot or because you needed to stop and we didn’t?”
“I-, uhh…” You looked up, giving them both a sheepish look.
“Guess that answers it…” Scoffed Natasha.
You looked away guiltily, only sparing Natasha one quick look, but that was more than enough for her to put the pieces together.
It hit her then, when she really looked at you, when she saw that look in your eyes. The exhaustion, the shame, the pain. She knew that look. She had seen it in Wanda’s eyes that one time when they were still only trying to figure out what they liked and what they didn’t. She remembered the dread that filled her when she realized she had no idea what to do, and she promised herself she would never again be that unprepared.
Sub drop. You weren’t just tired, you didn’t just have a headache. You were deep in sub drop and probably had been since Sunday. Without any one of you realizing it.
“Why didn’t you use your safeword?” Said Natasha as her frustration kept increasing, though it was beginning to take on an entirely different edge.
“Because I didn’t need to.” You shrugged, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What kind of a stupid question was that?
“You obviously did.” Natasha immediately shot back, only for you to shrug. “I wasn’t in danger…”
That made Natasha roll her eyes, not believing what she was hearing. “Is that what you think safeword is for?”
“Isn’t it?”
“No, you use it anytime something is wrong.” Wanda clarified, her voice a lot calmer than her wife’s, but you only gave a look full of confusion. “But nothing was wrong.”
“You not enjoying it is wrong! That means you use your safewords! You didn’t and now you’re going through a sub drop…” Muttered Natasha, her voice full of annoyance.
Wanda’s eyes flashed with recognition. How did she not see this sooner?
“I-, what?” You stared at her, completely puzzled. What the fuck was she talking about?
“Sub drop? Do you not know what that is?” Asked Wanda only for you to shake your head no.
“Do you actually have any experience with this? Or was that a lie too?” Natasha snapped, not being able to hold her emotions back, despite how sorry she felt for you.
“I-, I just really needed the money…” You whispered as you lowered your head in shame.
“Fucking hell…” She shook her head in disbelief.
“Okay, okay. Let’s all just calm down, yeah? This has been a lot for all of us.” Said Wanda, sensing the conversation was beginning to heat up again.
“I…I really don’t mind going upstairs.” You murmured after a few minutes of silence, but Natasha quickly snapped back, her tone harsher than she intended. “No, there’s no way we’re going upstairs. Not after this.”
You flinched at the tone, taking in a shallow breath, while the tears that had been threatening to spill since this conversation started finally running free. “Look, I’m sorry, I-”
“Hey, no…” Started Natasha as she stood up and inched closer, crouching in front of you and placing her hand on your other knee.
“We-, we’re not angry with you. I mean. I kind of am, but you need to understand that you held up a lot of information from us. The kind of information that have a huge impact on how this whole dynamic works. You need to understand that it’s incredibly upsetting to find out that we’ve been unknowingly hurting you this entire time when we thought this was something we all enjoyed. Not just me and Wanda.”
“But I really did enjoy a lot of what we did.” You tried, your voice weak as you desperately tried to dry your tears.
“But did you initially want to do everything we suggested? Or were you only agreeing to everything because you thought we wouldn’t pay you? Or because you thought that as a submissive you were supposed to say yes to everything?” Asked Wanda, needing you to see their side of things.
“But I did say yes, didn’t I? So why does it matter?” You shrugged indifferently.
“A yes isn’t a full yes if you don’t understand what it is that you’re agreeing to, why you’re agreeing to it or if there are other things influencing your decision.” Said Natasha, her voice finally a bit softer.
You didn’t dare respond anymore, letting the words and their meaning truly wash through you. You leaned back against the cushions, closing your eyes, willing the tears to finally stop.
“How about we just let it go for tonight, hm? We can talk about it more later when we all feel a bit calmer, yeah?” Said Wanda after a moment.
She knew you needed to talk a lot more, to really get to the bottom of this, but right now there was a lot bigger issue to deal with. You were in full sub drop for the past few days, you were drowning and they needed to help you. They needed to fix this.
“Talk to us. How do you feel?” She murmured as she squeezed your knee gently. You gave her a small shrug, unsure how to explain what was happening in your body. “I don’t know…tired? Achy?”
“Did you sleep enough since Sunday?"
“I slept a lot actually, but every time I woke up I just felt more exhausted.” She nodded, trying to think of how they could help you, only to realize how difficult that was when you barely knew someone.
“Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?” She asked you, feeling lost, but trying her best to hide it. If only she knew you were just as lost. “I…I don’t really know?”
“Okay…” She nodded. “Did you bring any spare clothes?”
“Yeah, they’re in my bag.” You said as you pointed to the bag you left by the front door when you got to their house.
“Okay. What do you say we go upstairs, get changed while Nat gets us some snacks and we just spend the evening watching tv and relaxing? Does that sound good?” She asked, not sure what else she could do for you, but you still looked up and gave her a small nod accompanied with a soft smile. “Yeah…yeah, that sounds nice.”
“Perfect. Let’s go.” Said Wanda, sounding much cheerier. She held out her hand to you as she stood up, which you took immediately.
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Wanda pushed the door to the guest room open, letting you step in first while she carried your bag. She set it on the bed, gently stopping you when you tried to reach for it. “Let me help, yeah?”
You nodded, not feeling like denying her that request when she spoke to you like that. She reached in and pulled out a shirt along with a pair of shorts, holding them up for you to see. “These ones?”
“Yeah.” You nodded as you tried to take them again, only for her to pull her hand back. “I said I would help.” She teased as she stood in front of you.
She tossed the clothes on the bed next to you, grabbing the hem of your shirt but making no move to pull it up. “Arms up, honey.”
You did as she asked, and she swiftly took the shirt off, unclasping your bra next. You fought the urge to hide, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than ever before. They had undressed you dozens of times before, but it had never felt this exposing.
It was almost as if Wanda could sense the uneasiness, quickly taking the new shirt and pulling it over your head. She knelt then, leaving you speechless and your knees weak. You were always the one on your knees, never the other way around. Her fingers drifted to the button on your shorts, undoing it and gently pulling the short off, but you still let out a painful hiss as the fabric brushed over your butt.
“What is it?” Wanda asked immediately as she freezed, looking up at you with worried eyes.
“Nothing…” You quipped, but Wanda was already craning her neck to see what was wrong. She gasped, only seeing a fraction of the dark red lines that still hadn’t disappeared, but it was more than enough for her.
“God, did you use the lotion I gave you?” Asked Wanda as pulled the shorts all the way down, eyeing the angry lines across your backside, not able to look away.
“I-, uh, no…” You murmured, shame washing over you.
“Honey…” She sighed, her tone more sad than disapproving, but it still curled tightly in your chest. “Give me a second.” She mumbled as she stood up, leaving the room abruptly. You stood there awkwardly, your sleep shirt falling just above your hips, leaving you in nothing but panties from the waist down.
She didn’t take too long to come back thankfully, stepping back in with a tub of cream in her hand and sitting down on the bed.
“Come on, over my lap.” She murmured as she beckoned you over, though you made no move to follow, standing glued in place as blush spread over your cheeks.
Wanda smiled cheekily as she teased you. “Oh, don’t get shy on me now. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
“I know, I know. It’s just different.” You muttered, moving an inch closer, but it was enough for her to grasp your hand and pull you in.
She gently manoeuvred you over her lap, the action familiar for both of you. “I know, I get it.”
You settled down easily, folding your hands in front of yourself to rest your head.
“Look…” Started Wanda as she unscrewed the cap, squeezing a bit of the cream onto her palm. “The truth is, me and Natasha had never done this before, have someone else be a part of our sex life.”
You flinched slightly as her palm touched your skin, the coldness catching you off guard. “Sorry…” She mumbled as she pulled her hand back slightly, letting you adjust.
“When we first started to get into this sort of lifestyle, we'd already been dating for a few years at that point. We explored and figured out what we liked together. Neither of us had a single reason to lie about what we enjoyed and what was an absolute no, because we’ve always loved and trusted each other, but I guess we failed to realize it wouldn’t be like that with everyone.” Her voice was heavy as she spoke, and you didn’t dare interrupt her, somehow knowing that she needed to let it out as much as you needed to hear it.
“And I guess we didn’t really realize that a dynamic involving money could have its own obstacles. And that it could attract people for more serious reasons than just easy extra money or sex.”
“We should’ve pressed, asked more, checked in more often. I’m sorry that we didn’t. But it wasn’t because we didn’t care, it just genuinely didn’t occur to us that you would feel the need to lie, because we’ve never felt the need to do that with one another.”
Silence settled in the room for a bit, while she worked the cream into each irritated line, making sure not to miss anything.
She spoke again, quieter than before, vulnerability seeping into her words. “And I’m sorry we were so distant and if that impacted you negatively too.”
“Honestly, we weren’t that thrilled about bringing an extra person into our sex life but we both really wanted someone to help us balance out what we wanted in the bedroom.” Her hand moved gently, working the last bits of the cream into your skin, tapping your hip once she finished, letting you know to stand up.
You looked down at her but she didn’t dare meet your eyes yet, instead reaching for the sleep shorts, holding them up for you. Your hands immediately went up to her shoulders for support, stepping into them carefully. “At the same time, we were both scared it would mess with our marriage and I guess that made us keep more distance from you than necessary. I guess that was also why we never asked more or checked in with you more. Asking means caring, and the second you start to care it complicates things. We wanted to avoid that.” She sighed, her hands resting on your hips as she pulled the shorts up.
“We just…wanted to protect our marriage, you know?” She muttered, squeezing your hips. You could hear a subtle sorrow slipping through her words.
She stood up then, moving her hands up your body until she was softly holding your jaw to make you look at her, her voice more serious than you had ever heard before. “We’ll do better from now on, but we need you to meet us halfway, yeah? This dynamic cannot work if there’s no trust, and trust doesn’t mean you not saying no because you think it will have negative consequences, okay?”
You nodded, your movements slightly limited, her hands holding you gently in place. “Okay…”
She smiled at that, her eyes lighting up a bit. “Good.” Her hands finally let go, only to grab your hand and gently tag you along. “Let’s go downstairs. Natasha’s probably wondering what’s taking us so long.”
Natasha was still sitting on the sofa, deep in thought as she stared at the TV, though she immediately stood up as she saw the two of you appear.
“I’m gonna go change, you guys pick something.” She murmured as she passed you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Wanda’s cheek. You weren’t sure if she was still angry or not, but she did look significantly calmer.
Wanda led you towards the massive couch, not even giving you a chance to tuck yourself into the corner as she pulled you to sit next to her.
You watched her reach for the remote, picking through different options.
“Lay down.” She murmured as she patted her lap but you only stared at her, puzzled by the suggestion.
“Come on, I know you’re tired.” She patted again, a bit firmer as she smiled teasingly.
You still hesitated for a second, but the quick look she shot you was enough for you to listen. It wasn’t quite the same warning one she would give you in the bedroom but eerily similar.
You inched closer, laying your head down in her lap, her free hand immediately moving up to play with your hair. You felt your body relax, your muscles finally letting go as you settled down.
It all felt too weird. The pet names, the casual touches, the idea of just simply sharing the same space without doing anything. Neither of them had ever done that. They’d never even kissed you. All in hopes of preserving their marriage. But maybe this was what Wanda meant. Maybe this was their way of doing better.
Wanda silently clicked through the different options, trying to find an appropriate movie. You barely paid attention, not even sure how much time had passed by the time Natasha returned and settled on Wanda’s other side.
Wanda quickly pressed play, after checking if you liked what she picked, to which you just gave her a mindless nod, fully aware you were not going to pay attention anyway. Her hand never stopped stroking your hair, every now and then stopping to gently scratch at the nape of your neck.
Only after the second movie was finished did they finally take you upstairs, this time for an entirely different reason than all the other times before. And you couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief, knowing that tonight you wouldn’t have to pretend to be okay. You could simply just be.
Saturday was spent pretty much the same, only chilling around the house, watching TV and occasionally eating something. By the time you went to bed that night, your mind and heart felt lighter than in the past 3 years.
But as you left their house on Sunday morning and another payment arrived to your account, anxiety seized you suddenly. You couldn’t help but wonder—would you come back again?
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That anxiety didn’t disappear throughout the week, if anything it only increased as time went by, and then reached its peak when Natasha texted you on a Wednesday morning.
Could you come over tonight? Same time as always.
You had never met up during the week, the sudden change making you panic. You were sure this was going to be it. They were going to fire you. Get rid of you just like you expected.
You replied with an agreement despite the anxiety because truly, there was no point in trying to run from it. You could find another job, or take on extra shifts, maybe even find another couple. You would make it work even without them.
Or at least that was what you thought at first. You weren’t so sure of that by the time you knocked on their door in the evening.
Maybe they just wanted to make up for the weekend and have sex tonight? That seemed quite unlikely for them though, but still, you were willing to do anything to hold onto this job.
Wanda was the one to open the door this time, your voice catching in your throat as you saw her. “Hi…”
“Hey, come on, come inside.” She gave you a wide smile as she saw you, opening the door wider to usher you in.
She led you to the kitchen first, just like always, and there you were greeted with Natasha sitting by the table. The moment eerily reminded you of your first time at their house, the anxiety you had felt, the way your hand had shaken the entire time. Even Natasha carried the same look in her eyes as she had back then—serious and professional.
“We need to talk.” She spoke as you sat down, her tone warmer than you expected, but it still made panic rise in your chest, your heart suddenly beating faster as your limbs went cold.
Still, you just swallowed and held your head high, ready to take whatever she was about to throw at you. “If you’re about to fire me, then you can just say so and I can leave. We don’t need to have a whole discussion about it.”
“We’re not firing you.” She replied simply, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “You’re…not?”
“No, we’re not. Besides, we wouldn’t fire you just like that. We’re aware we’re paying you a lot of money, though we weren’t aware you were that dependent on it. Regardless, we wouldn't just cut you off like that.” Wanda said as she sat down, looking at you softly.
“So what? You would give me a 2-weeks notice?” You chuckled, nervously playing with your fingers.
“Basically.” Natasha nodded curtly.
Your eyes darted nervously across the table, only now noticing the stack of papers. Natasha reached for the one on the top and tore it down the middle, the action so quick you couldn’t even tell what was on it. Then she reached for another one, placing it in front of you along with a pen. “Let’s do this again. Truthfully this time. Hard limits, something we don’t do no matter what. Soft limits, something you’re curious to try, only if you feel like it. And lastly, what you do like.”
You stared at her, completely shocked, expecting everything except for this. Natasha reached for another paper, putting that one in front of herself and Wanda. “First we go through the things we have tried already.”
She looked up then, after getting no response from you, her eyes momentarily darting towards the pen, silently telling you to pick it up and start writing. You picked it up swiftly, waiting for her to start.
“Bondage?” She started, her voice serious, resorting back to her business-like persona. You truly wondered how she could talk about these things as if she was discussing a weekly grocery list.
“I like that.” You replied as you looked away shyly.
“Do you like to be tied up with everything?” Wanda asked, but you only tilted your head in confusion, though she was quick to clarify. “Like rope, cuffs…”
“Oh, yeah, I liked it all.” You murmured, blush spreading through your cheeks as you remembered all the times they had tied you up in the past, but Natasha seemed to pay no mind to your reactions as she moved on.
“Spanking?” She looked up, waiting for your response, which came quickly. “I like that too.”
“Be more specific.” Wanda reminded you, her eyes stern when you glanced at her. You couldn’t believe they were making you talk about everything so specifically, but you couldn’t really blame them.
“I- uhh, I like it with a hand, and a paddle and a belt.” You stuttered a bit as you tried to give them a more concrete answer.
“The rest goes under hard limits.” Natasha ordered, but the firmness of her words made you panic. You were willing to compromise.
“Wait-” You tried, but Natasha quickly interrupted you. “No.”
“But-”
“Was that something you enjoyed?” Wanda asked, her voice a lot softer than Natasha’s. You kept opening your mouth only to close it again, your instincts fighting against the truth. You sighed in the end and murmured. “Well…no…”
“Is that something you’re willing to try again?” Natasha asked as she raised her eyebrows, wondering whether you were going to respond truthfully.
You desperately wanted to say yes, but something deep inside didn’t let you, knowing that now was not the time to lie. “I-, I don’t think so…”
“Write the rest under hard limits.” Said Natasha, her tone carrying a hint of finality, which you didn’t dare to fight, doing as she said.
“Anal?” Natasha asked next. You gave it a bit of thought before answering. “I liked the plug…but when you used the strap that was…I don’t know…a bit weird.”
“Weird how?” She asked, not to coax you into changing your answer, but to make sure that no line was never crossed again, that you were never hurt again.
You only shrugged, not knowing how to answer. “I don’t know, just weird.”
“Is that something you would like to try again?” Asked Natasha, looking at you curiously. You pondered for a moment, giving them a small nod. “I think so...”
“Do you want to put it under a soft limit?” Wanda asked, giving you a bit of direction, but still letting you make your own decision. “Yeah.”
“Blindfold?” You heard Natasha ask, but your mind immediately went to that one time they decided to blindfold you, remembering the panic that seized you back then and you shook your head immediately. “I didn’t like that.” You murmured. “It was scary.”
You went on like that for almost an hour, going through all the things you had and hadn’t tried, both women making sure that everything is properly discussed and agreed on. You relaxed as the conversation went on, finding it easier to answer honestly as time went by.
Neither woman was really surprised to see your ‘I like it’ list shrinking while your ‘hard limits’ list doubled in size, finally feeling like the list belonged to a person and not to a robot.
You moved on to safewords then, both women taking their time to explain everything thoroughly. But Natasha still wanted to make sure you had understood everything perfectly.
“Safewords. Tell me what they mean.” She ordered, staring at you intensely, but you were quick to reply. “Red, stop. Yellow, slow down or take a break. Green, keep going.”
“Good.” She nodded before continuing. “If you’re tied up, and your arms start hurting, you lose feeling in them or you simply don’t like it anymore, what do you say?”
“Red or yellow.” You answered immediately.
“If we’re spanking you, and it hurts in a bad way or you feel like you’ve had enough, what do you say?”
“Red or yellow.”
“If you get scared, anxious, tired and want to go to bed, you need to go to the bathroom, what do you say?”
“Red or yellow.”
She stopped for a moment, nodding in approval but the tension in her body was evident. She really needed you to understand this, to know how to use these words properly.
“When do you say green?” She asked as she looked straight into your eyes, intensity written all over. You let out a heavy breath as you answered. “When I’m enjoying myself, I like what’s happening and I want to keep going.”
You went through a few more things, spending about another half an hour on all of it to make sure everyone was on the same page. Only then Natasha finally pulled out the last page, the one that would carry all of your signatures. It was then that you realized both the pen and your heart felt lighter than the first time you did this, finally not feeling like you were going against yourself.
You looked up at them once you put the pen down, finding them staring at you with soft eyes which gave you enough courage to speak up. “Are we…are we gonna go upstairs?”
“Is that something you want?” Wanda tilted her head, surprise flicking through her face.
You pondered for a moment, giving them a shy nod. “Yeah…”
“Are you absolutely sure?” She asked again, looking at you expectantly.
You didn’t respond immediately, Wanda’s words from last weekend flashing through your head.
We need you to meet us halfway, yeah?
“I’m sure. I promise.” You said, giving them a shy smile, and for the first time you actually felt excitement spark within you at what was to come.
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Your eyes darted nervously across the room. You weren’t sure why they decided to bring you into the guest room instead of their playroom, finding the sudden change a bit nerve racking. Wanda quickly interrupted your stream of thoughts as she spoke, breaking the silence in the room.
“Is there anything you want us to do?” Wanda asked as she stroked your cheek, looking at your naked form laying on the bed.
“I think I want to be tied up.” You murmured timidly, but Natasha quickly fixed you with a stern look as she turned around. “You think?”
You gulped, hoping to appear more confident as you spoke again. “I know.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to, honey.” Wanda asked, her eyes shining with unspoken concern.
“I’m sure, totally. I want it. I told you, I like it.” You rambled, desperately needing them to speed it up a bit. Natasha chuckled when she heard you, knowing just what kind of night you were in for.
She left the room suddenly, probably to get the cuffs from the playroom, you supposed they didn’t keep that stuff around here. You were proven right when she walked in, holding a pair of cuffs in one hand and a vibrator in the other. She handed the cuffs to Wanda, who made a quick job of fastening them around your wrists and securing them against the headboard.
She turned around then, sitting down on a cushioned chair in a corner, the view allowing her to see everything perfectly. She laughed gently when she saw your confused expression. “It’s just you and Nat tonight, honey. She has a lesson to teach you.”
You wanted to respond, to ask what she meant, but the sound of the vibe coming to life immediately made you turn your head towards Natasha, who sat patiently between your legs.
You thought she would tease you, try to make you work for it, but you were wrong. Not even 5 seconds later that vibe was pressed against your core, clearly set on the highest setting and you let out a small scream as you squirmed, the sudden wave of pleasure catching you off guard. She was clearly trying to work you up quickly, which was never a good sign when it came to Natasha.
You settled into the pleasure after a minute, your hips beginning rocking against it. She circled the vibe occasionally, just to slightly torture you, but she held it in place for the most part, letting you set the pace.
You weren’t sure what her plan was, but you guessed it was probably working, because less than 5 minutes later you felt yourself rapidly approaching the peak. Natasha could tell too, as your moans grew higher and your movements got more erratic.
She spoke suddenly, her voice a bit hoarse from being quiet for a while. “When do you use yellow?”
“Wha-” You stuttered, your words disappearing as a moan ripped through you. You were almost there, just a little longer…
“Wait, no!” You whimpered as she pulled the vibe away, your thighs trying to close but she held them open. Your breaths came out heavy, and you stared at her in disbelief, but she stared at you fully composed as she spoke again.
“I can do this all night. When do you use yellow?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to think while your brain slowed down from the need. “When-, when I need a break…”
“And…?” She coaxed, holding the vibe just above your clit. You tried moving your hips, but she just pulled the vibe further away, waiting for you to respond.
You tilted your head back, desperate whine leaving your lips. “And when I need something to change.”
“Good girl.” She cooed as she pressed the vibe back to your clit, working you up again. It didn’t take too long, your hips desperately chasing after that high you almost had before Natasha roughly took it away.
“When do you use red?” She asked when she knew you were getting close again, a cruel smile adoring her lips, which you didn’t see with your eyes squeezed shut.
“When-, fuck, when I need to stop!” You answered quickly, focusing more on rocking your hips against the toy, but Natasha was going to make sure she would have your full attention.
“What’s a reason to stop?”
Is she actually turning this into a lecture?
“I-, I don’t know?! When I’m in pain?!” You tried, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for her as she pulled away again. You whimpered, trying to hold back as much as you could just so you wouldn’t end up with a ruined orgasm. You knew too well how painful those could be.
“Try again.” She ordered, but gave you a minute to recover, waiting patiently, while you tried to catch your breath. You looked at her desperately, barely able to find words so she decided to help you out. “If you’re in pain, if something’s wrong, or if you just simply don’t want to keep going anymore.”
“Mhm…” You nodded frantically, barely paying her any mind.
“Repeat it.” She muttered sternly, pressing the vibe against you only to pull it away a second later, the action resulting in a tiny whimper.
“If I’m in pain, something’s wrong or just wanna stop.” You repeated quickly, barely not stumbling over your words.
“Good girl.” She murmured, the vibe finally returning to your clit and you let out a high pitched whine. She circled it slowly, pressing harder just until moans were slipping past your lips.
“What do we never suggest? What’s entirely off the table?” She asked and you groaned, wondering just how much longer you would have to endure this. Your hips moved relentlessly, while your arms pulled at the cuffs, wanting to just snatch the vibe from her arms and finally get the one thing she had been denying you. You really fucked yourself over when you suggested the cuffs.
“Hard limits.” You replied through clenched teeth, every muscle pulled tight, as you willed yourself not to cum without their permission. You whined, not sure you could hold back any longer. “Can I please cum?”
“Not yet.” She answered simply as she pressed the vibe harder against you. “If we suggest something that’s not a hard limit, but you don’t want to do it, what do you say?”
You didn’t respond, only catching the ‘no’ before your eyes closed and your mind went blank, but they immediately snapped open when Natasha pulled the vibe away again. Your hips tried chasing after her, but she firmly held you down.
“What do you say?” She repeated, her voice harsher.
“I-, uh…I say no.” You mumbled, which she rewarded by pressing the vibe back against you, your hips immediately moving against it. “Exactly.”
Your moans filled the room as you got closer and closer each second, you were almost there, you almost had it, and when Natasha didn’t ask you anything for a while you naively thought she would finally let you cum.
“Why do we use safewords?” She asked suddenly, but you were barely coherent at this point. “Huh?”
“Safewords. Why do we use them?” She asked again, deciding to give you a bit of grace, but she pulled away nonetheless. Tears were rapidly falling down your face at this point, the continuous denial driving you crazy.
You mouth moved, but no sound came out, not sure what she wanted you to say, what response she was looking for.
“To make sure everyone’s safe.” She answered for you, her voice stern but not unkind. You only nodded in agreement, but her hand squeezed your hip in warning. “Repeat it.”
“To make sure everyone’s safe.” You mumbled, your brain basically a soup at this point.
“Including you.”
“Including me.”
You squirmed uncontrollably, seconds away from cumming. You opened your eyes to look at Natasha, the desperation clear in your eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please, please! Can I cum?” You screamed, your body desperately trying to stop the inevitable.
Only then did Natash finally take mercy on you, muttering the words you’ve been dying to hear. “Go on, cum for me.”
Your body spasmed immediately, whimpers turning into sobs as the relief finally washed over you. You pulled at cuffs harshly, the pleasure overwhelming you.
Natasha held the vibe in place for a bit, helping you ride it out, only pulling away once your body went limp against the bed.
You weren’t sure who did what next, you felt the cuffs come off, and someone pulling you in until you were pressed against their chest, whimpers constantly passing through your lips.
You were sure you blacked out for a moment, not hearing anything except for your own ragged breaths. It wasn’t until minutes later that Wanda’s voice finally broke through the haze in your brain, her tone so soft it could put you to sleep. “Good girl. You did so well, honey.”
You shifted slightly, the action immediately catching their attention.
“How do you feel?” Asked Natasha, caressing your cheek, the action so unfamiliar from her that it immediately brought you back.
“Good, so good. I feel like my brain is empty.” You mumbled dreamily, closing your eyes again, staying quiet for a few more minutes.
“Fuck…” You muttered, letting out a heavy breath before speaking, your heart still beating frantically as you looked at Natasha, amusement slipping into your words. “Did you…did you actually quiz me while edging me?”
She shrugged nonchalantly, but you could still see the corners of her mouth lift slightly. “I wanted to make sure the lesson would stick.”
“Think you succeeded.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes again, trying to calm down.
“We will see.” She mused, her fingers never leaving your cheek.
They let you rest for a bit longer, before getting up to help get you ready for bed. They moved in unison, one cleaned you up while the other got you dressed, lending you their clothes since you didn’t bring any, not expecting to spend the night. Wanda helped you drink some water and eat a small snack, while Natasha brought you an extra charger for your phone. By the time they finally laid you down and covered you with a duvet you were already halfway asleep, and both women quietly walked towards the door.
Wanda turned to you one last time as she grabbed the doorknob. “If you need something, come get us, okay?” She murmured, the firmness clear even if her voice remained soft.
“Okay.”
“Goodnight, honey.” She whispered.
“Goodnight.” You mumbled, your eyes closing before you could even register that they didn’t close the door to your room. They left their own door slightly opened too, hoping this little gesture would make it easier to come to them in case you needed them throughout the night.
summary: the stress of working in healthcare has its way of manifesting in the body, but luckily, touch has a memory. or, you and baran share the love language of physical touch.
word count: 1.2k
tags: some hurt, lots of comfort; physical touch as a love language; fluff; established relationship
a/n: inspired by a dream i had, and special thanks to @lotties-ashwagandha and lesbian tess anon for encouraging me to turn it into this fic <3
From across the emergency department, you take one glance up from your charting and immediately see the tension gripping Baran’s body. You notice it the moment she exits the trauma bay—her shoulders rigid and her expression firm.
It’s enough for you to abandon your work without second thought and find her side.
“Can I borrow you for a moment?” You gently grab her elbow, leading her towards the doors to the ambulance bay before she can get swept away by another case.
“What’s wrong?” Baran’s voice is tight as she frowns, but she lets herself be guided into the fresh air. Her mind is locked on doctor-mode—though, you’re pretty sure if it never really turns off—and her worry remains focused on everyone else but herself. “This isn’t about earlier, is it?”
You leave the question unanswered. The reminder of your argument sends an ache to your chest, the fighting words echoing painfully in your head. Yet, in this moment you could not care less about who was right or wrong about whether or not the nurse from radiology was flirting with you, not when you can see Baran fighting some inner turmoil, so hard it’s on the verge of eating her alive.
“Give me your hands?” you ask, but she knows it’s not a question, as you’re already reaching to take her hands in yours. While confused, Baran doesn’t have it in her to fight you – again.
You gently but firmly grab her tightly clenched fists and guide her fingers out from their unyielding attack on her palm, which are undoubtedly decorated with crescent-shaped indents by now. As your hands now envelope hers, Baran visibly deflates, and you can see her starting to return to herself. Brushing her knuckles with the pad of your thumb, you offer a soft smile.
“Better?”
The corners of her mouth twitch, and Baran only nods, not trusting her voice.
For a moment, neither of you say anything, the only words passing between you spoken in the soft circles you're tracing against her clammy skin. Another moment passes, and then another. You don’t know how long you’re standing there, but you’re honestly surprised no one has come to whisk either you away.
Taking a deep breath, Baran opens her eyes.
“Thank you,” she murmurs with a small, tired smile as she squeezes your hands.
You take half a step towards her, asking for permission first, and when Baran doesn’t retreat, you step closer.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” Baran says.
You breathe in the warmth of her breath as you drop your head forward slowly, silently accepting her apology. When she meets you halfway, leaning her forehead against yours, you close your eyes.
“I’m sorry too,” you whisper, releasing one of your hands from her grip to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. “I didn’t mean to dismiss your feelings.”
Looking into her eyes, you leveled her intentful gaze with an earnest one of your own. “I wasn’t frustrated or upset with you. It just pains me that you would even think I’d want to be with someone else, and I’m frustrated with myself because there should not be a second in the day where you even question your place or your worth in my life.”
Baran shakes her head. “It’s not your fault, eshgham.”
Cupping your face with both her hands, she kisses you, swiftly but tenderly. “My heart beats with yours. There is never a moment I doubt your love, and I regret that my insecurities got the better of me earlier,” she says, and you do your best to blink away the stinging in your eyes.
“I’ve been in my own head lately, with yesterday’s MCI and Robby returning next week. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Just talk to me next time?” You rest your hands on her shoulders, Baran has to bite back a moan, as your fingers work to loosen the knots.
“I will,” she agrees. “Are we okay?”
Baran peers at you through her lashes, her chocolate-brown eyes wide and glossy, and you’re happy to give in.
“I love you.”
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A week later, Baran watches as you rush out of the trauma bay, aggressively tearing off your gloves and gown before stuffing them in the trash with the hopes of throwing away your frustrations along with. She sees the way your jaw clenches and your nostrils flare, and she thinks this must have been the expression you saw her wearing the other day.
Her eyes follow you first, as you retreat towards the staff room, but no later are her legs moving to follow in your footsteps.
After splashing some water on your face, you tightly grip the sink counter, your knuckles white, when you hear the door open. The familiar scent of your partner’s perfume makes you second guess your place of refuge, and for a moment the private bathroom seems like the better, more lonely option.
“Hey.” Baran’s gentle voice in your ear helps to ground you. The smell of bergamot and vetiver floods your senses, and out of the corner of your eye you can see she’s only a few feet from you. “Can I touch you?”
If you were feeling yourself, you would have made some smart innuendo. But with your tired bones and a knot in your throat, you can only muster a weak nod.
Baran moves to stand behind you, and her hands land on your biceps. As her fingers press into your muscles, your grip on the counter loosens and you sag slightly against her front. She drops her hands so they rest on your waist, and she gently pulls you closer.
“Hey,” she repeats softly. “Look at me.”
You turn in her grasp, your back now against the cool tile. With one hand, Baran cups your face, the pads of her fingers tracing the curve of your jaw as if willing it to unclench.
Under her touch, the direct contact of her skin against yours, you melt completely, all the tension leaving your body as you practically collapse into her arms. Baran, of course, catches you. As you bury your face in the crook of her neck, she rubs soothing circles against your back, and you’re affirmed in your choice of retreating somewhere she can follow.
“Thank you.” You press a light kiss to her clavicle.
Baran doesn’t need to ask what for, your unspoken words linger in the air and she reads them as easily as she does you.
“No need to thank me, joonam.” She turns a little to press a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m here whenever you need me.”
You hum, comforted by the promise.
“I’m always going to need you,” you mumble into the fabric of her scrub top before lifting your head from her shoulder. Meeting her eyes, you feel lucky you have the rest of your life to get lost in the warm brown windows to her soul.
“Can we pick up Thai for dinner?” You jut out your bottom lip, and you can see Baran fighting to urge to kiss you.
“That’s what you need me for? Your tom kha gai cravings?” Baran smirks, raising a brow.
“Pad see ew,” you correct sassily. You move forward to press your body impossibly closer against hers before lowering your voice and adding, “Among other things.”
This elicits a chuckle from Baran’s mouth, and a cheeky grin forms across your face. Rolling her eyes, Baran pecks your awaiting lips.
“You’re lucky I love you,” she says before kissing you again, and you smile into her mouth.
baran wasn’t allowed to swim as a child. it made her mother sick with worry. what if you have a seizure, joonam?
she wasn't allowed to do much physical activity as a child, actually.
but she refuses to have her son's childhood limited the way hers was. he climbs trees, and races around the park as fast as he can, his little feet pattering. she buys him a little scooter, and eventually, a little bike, so he can zoom around the way he wants to.
swimming is the one thing she still struggles with letting him do.
i mean, she's an ER doctor. she imagines him falling off his bike enough, insists on bundling him up in his tiny helmet and elbow pads every time he gets on it. the thought of him swimming is a little too much, a little too tough on her heart.
but then she meets trinity, for whom swimming is one of the great joys of life.
they do a day trip out to the lake, and trinity insists that baran bring a swimsuit even though baran in turn insists she won't swim. trinity makes her wear it under her clothes 'just in case you change your mind, baby'. baran won't. she won't.
trinity, as expected, shows omid how to use the rope swing, pushing him gently out into the lake and immediately diving in to meet him as he lets go, even though he always bobs back up to the surface immediately like a little duck popping its head out of the water. look at that! you raised a little waterbaby, baran.
baran watches, smiling, but her heart is lurching.
trinity starts doing flips into the water to show off, of course, and baran tells her off for setting a bad example for omid. those are explicitly banned for him, despite how he pleads. joonam, you're eight. no flipping until you're at least twelve.
(baran wanders off into the forest to take a piss and trinity turns to omid, grinning. now, now, while she's not looking!)
when baran comes back, she's sweating and beginning to overheat, but she can't reasonably ask to go home. they haven't even been there two hours, and omid looks so, so happy. trinity sticks her head up out of the water, and looks her up and down like she can sense what baran is thinking. she swims to a shallow end of the lake, where she can stand, and beckons her.
come on, baby. have a paddle, at least. it's way too hot in the sun.
when baran hesitates, trinity sloshes out of the water, omid in tow, and walks over to her, dripping. she shakes out her hair and baran smiles, low. surely she must know how she looks, water running down her torso like this.
omid tugs on her arm, having materialised suddenly at her side. pleaaaaase maman. it's so fun.
trinity comes closer to her, murmurs into her ear. baran, i will have my eyes on you the whole time. if anything, and i mean anything happens, i will be there to catch you. i will keep you safe. okay?
baran turns, and bites her lip.
i don't want to get my hair wet.
trinity raises a brow. you told me you were going to wash it tonight.
shit. no more excuses, she guesses. trinity grins, triumphant.
trinity is already undoing her shorts, unbuttoning her shirt and shoving it off her.
trinity! she cries, high pitched and giggling like a schoolgirl.
at least a paddle, baby. you don't have to get your precious hair wet, even though we both know you're going to wash it anyway when we get home.
baran lifts her feet out of her shorts, scoffing with indignation when trinity tosses her clothes onto the lake shore, to be kept dry. she lets herself be led to about knee height before her pace starts to slow, her heart racing.
trinity turns, looking at her fondly. you don't have to go out any further if you don't want to, baby. but i will keep you so safe, if you do.
baran gazes at her, eyes sparkling.
want me to prove it to you, baran? trinity says, and then suddenly baran is being hoisted into a bridal carry.
she squeals, kicking her legs. put me down! but trinity is already walking further out into the lake.
put you down? she says, and they are at waist height. you want me to put you down now?
oh god, baran says, tucking her face into trinity's neck. her toes skim the water again and it's so inviting, maybe she should just–
trinity lowers her, slowly, into the water, letting it kiss her hips and legs before it ever touches her upper half. baran gasps and clings harder to trinity's shoulders, but it's so overwhelming– trinity is so warm and the water is so cold and–
maman! you're doing it!
her feet are touching the bottom now, and the bottom of the lake is so soft and silty– she thinks of mary oliver, i thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly–
it's so cold, she says. it's so cold–
trinity is laughing, and omid is laughing, and baran is laughing too, in a way that tips over into crying, tears drip down her face and the lakewater reaches out to them, welcomes them, and what if she has a seizure, what if–
trinity–
i have you, baby. i have you. an arm around her waist. you're okay, my love.
fuck! it's cold–
maman! omid gasps.
trinity cackles, throwing her head back.
sorry! baran says. don't say bad words, nanaz. her feet sink deeper into the mud, the cold zips up her arms, the smell of the lake fills her nose, all fresh and green and earthy.
are you ready to swim, baby?
baran whips her head around to a grinning trinity. what?
you're going to swim out a bit with us, aren't you? trinity is already moving away, a graceful backwards breaststroke, omid in tow.
come on, maman!
what? baran balks, gobsmacked. what do you– wait! wait, don't go! she pushes off the lake bottom, all instinct, and her legs kick and her arms paddle and her muscles are strong, so strong, and she is a thrumming, pulsating body, and she is alive, alive, alive–
trinity is grinning, laughing, jubilant. look at you, baby! you're doing it! omid diligently treads water by her side, gazing at her.
okay, baran says, turning her body in the water like a seal to face the lake edge. this is far enough.
trinity smiles, small. okay.
baran lowers her feet, finds she can still just about touch the bottom, even though she's up to her neck. trinity glides over to her, scooping omid in with her arm as she moves. he squeals in delight, clinging onto her, and she gives him a big, smacking kiss on the cheek.
baran gets her own kiss, too. i love you, baby, trinity murmurs. i'm so proud of you. let's go back to where omid can stand, yeah?
she shuffles him onto her back, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. okay, she says to him. you're gonna ride the turtle all the way back, so you gotta hold on, alright?
baran watches his face light up. he squeezes his arms tighter, tucking his chin onto trinity's shoulder. tears prick at baran's eyes, again. her beautiful, angel, miracle boy, and the love of her life. and the cold water, kissing her skin.
she watches them begin to make their way back to shore, turns to watch the sky. an osprey circles, looking for dinner. baran watches him, pale wings against a pale sky, and pushes off the bottom of the lake again, following trinity and her son to shore.
tags: emery walsh & cassie mckay x f!reader. threesome. established relationship with emery walsh. exes mcwalsh. necklaces. finger sucking. spit kink. cunnilingus. praise kink. pwp. strap-ons. f!receiving; cassie!receiving.
summary: "At one moment, while making out, Emery who’s on top of you, would pull away a bit to tease you with her necklace and it backfiring when you moaned Cassie’s name while trying to tug on her necklace."
a/n: starting with this crosspost. i forgot i made memes lol.
wc: 3k+ // full text in the cut // ao3
tag: kinda got long but blurb offering for @longfieldsofbarleyandofrye & some prompt cred. to @candiedv1olet :] enjoy.
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“Hey, nice necklace” you complimented Cassie’s necklace. You added that it reminded you of your girlfriend’s necklace, Emery Walsh who you’d swore have the same one. Cassie scoffed, you see her smirk before drifting to another case.
Over the next few days, you’d notice Cassie McKay who'd layer necklaces. You were both working on a case when Emery went down for the surgery consult. The surgeon took notice of how dazzling Cassie’s neck was.
“One more necklace McKay, and you’d be a health hazard”
“Oh maybe ask your work wife, she likes it, don’t you?,” Cassie said nodding a look at you but it was met by your back, you were checking the patient's history with your back facing them. When you turned too look, Walsh was giving you a dead stare and Cassie McKay was smirking like she just unlocked heaven.
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At one moment, while making out, Emery who’s on top of you, would pull away a bit to tease you with her necklace and it backfiring when you moaned Cassie’s name while trying to tug on her necklace.
“Who?” she’d say, her face bewildered, seething with jealousy.
“I’m sorry, it just reminded me you both have the same necklace” you'd try to defend yourself but the next thing you know, Emery's up and calling someone on her phone.
“Hey, still got that necklace we gifted each other?” Walsh asked the moment the ringing stopped, looking at you.
“Well, someone here moaned your name while sucking my necklace”
“You mean our necklace?” You can hear her tuts from the other line, “That’s not good.” You hear.
“Yeah I think we need to teach her a lesson”
“I’ll be there” she said before dropping the call. Walsh pins you down. Asking questions if you’re okay with it, even if it was already in motion. You think it was a dream come true, you nodded instantly that it made the surgeon’s blood boil, so she marked your neck before you can protest.
You'd learn there’s a history between them. Walsh would brush it off and say what they had was casual. But who’d get a matching necklace with someone so casual? You played with thought, it’s just the same necklace, a coincidence, but it wasn’t, it was a matching one.
The next thing you know, Cassie’s up on the apartment, also wearing the identical necklace with Walsh. They stripped you naked and you seeing them eye fuck each other while they wear nothing but their necklaces.
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Cassie who'd sit so casually on the bed, resting her back on the headboard, her index finger curling, motioning you to go to her, inviting you in, and you’d look at Walsh who was standing behind you. She’d just nod with her eyebrows so you do.
“It’s okay, honey, we’ll take care of you” Cassie reassures you, you don’t know if it’s a threat or a promise. You feel yourself getting wet from the situation alone. You lay your back on Cassie, just between her legs. Her warm arms wrapping you as she finds your breasts, squeezing them making your nipples hard.
Walsh crawled to you, kissing you gently before kissing Cassie as well, you felt a bit of jealousy when she did, finally understanding why there's a lovebite on your collarbone.
After making out, she went down and spread your legs wide, making Cassie’s legs fall open as well. Emery's huffs warm breath on your cunt, thumbing your puffed clit, you grind your hips, wanting more stimulation.
“Please” you begged her. Unexpectedly, Walsh spits on your cunt, splattering over your perineum.
She looked at you and Cassie, smirking before pressing her tongue on you. Somehow, you felt dirty at how Em wanted to mark your cunt but you can't deny how hot it felt and how safe that your girlfriend is with you and how Cassie probably got the message.
“She's yours alright” Cassie scoffed, knowing her involvement is on borrowed time. Walsh plants her tongue down, circling your clit.
You grab a fistful of Em's hair while the other was gripping Cassie’s arm, who was fondling your breasts, your nipples pert.
“You're doing so good, baby” Cassie whispers on your ear, nibbling at it, your skin rising up with goosebumps, then her hands move to focus on your nipples, flicking them. The sensation floods you over. You were sensitive, still haven't wrapped your head around the fact that your girlfriend, and your work crush is all up on you. Emery slide two fingers inside you, curling her fingers, the pleasure make you roll your head back to Cassie’s chest.
Cassie pinched your nipples, and you'd rock your hips under Emery tongue who’s eating you so good, you clenched on her fingers inside as she finds a pace. You’d mutter words “so good, so good”; “right there”. Cassie and Walsh liked hearing your moans, their ears, joyful at how vocal you are, how needy. You'd feel a warm patch on your back. It was Cassie, she was getting wet by watching you get eaten out by Walsh.
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You were dizzy from all of it, it was enough to send you over the edge, and it did, you jerk your hips raggedly chasing your orgasm and Em continued on what she's doing. Your staggered moans flood the room as you reach your high. Emery diligently pulled away, not wanting to overstimulate you.
After you come, you'd turn around to lie on your stomach, the position was perfect, you were ready to eat Cassie out that instant.
You plant your tongue on her clit, circling it softly, then going down on her core, savoring her taste, something you thought was only possible in a dream, but this was real, Cassie’s hips were writhing to meet your tongue.
Not satisfied, she practically shoves your face on her needy cunt, singing praises “you’re such a treat, dear”; “such a good girl cleaning me up”; “make me feel good, honey”; while she pets your head, you can’t deny your ears perk up when she praises you.
While you were eating her out, you didn’t know Emery buckled her strap. You'd feel her warm hands on your sides, spreading your legs, kneeling between them and raising your hips, making your position prone, she’d insert her fingers in you, checking if you're wet already, it was useless— you were practically dripping.
“Look Cass, our girl’s drooling for you” Emery remarks as she looks at Cassie, raising her fingers and sucking the wetness from it, Cassie’s mouth fall open by the sight of Emery sucking her fingers, wanting to taste you too.
Walsh who’d wet her strap by your slick, running her cock up and down your folds before inserting it.
Walsh jerked her hips behind you, burying her strap cock on your cunt, you mumble a moan in Cassie’s cunt at the fullness it's making u feel. You naturally arch your back from pleasure, your face on Cassie’s cunt eating her out. The position made you face fuck her. Emery's view of you eating Cassie out turned her on.
“You two look so good” Emery praised as she looked straight into Cassie’s eyes. You didn't know Cassie and Walsh was looking at each other as you were in the middle. Then, she'd look down at you to meet your eyes, her lips parted, breathing heavily. It was your queue to continue what you're doing, your tongue flat on Cassie's clit, flicking and circling it, the pressure was perfect for Cassie, she can feel a knot building up from her.
Moans, grunts, wet slick sounds filled the room. You were getting hazy headed from all of it. It didn't help that Emery’s fucking you so hard, she was gripping your hips and cupping your ass.
“Hm-close-” Cassie proclaims, and you can’t really utter a reply that you are too since you're deep in Cassie's cunt, so you just groan which made Cassie’s cunt tremble at the vibration.
Emery can feel your orgasm building up on her cock, so she sets a punishing pace, making your head push raggedly on Cassie as well. You feel it hit something pleasurable, it didn’t take long till you feel your walls pulsate on Emery’s cock and Cassie was rocking her hips on your face, chasing her orgasm as well. Walsh helped you out by thrusting harder, a couple of grunts escaped from Cassie before she was pushing your head away, overstimulated by your tongue.
You grow limp, your mouth spent on eating out Cassie, lips red and your cheeks up to your nose was moist from eating her out. You tasted everything of her and she was soaked, you felt like you did a good job.
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Walsh parted your shriveled hair. showering you with words “you're such a good girl, baby” “we’re just taking care of you, hmm?”, her hands roaming your body, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples.
You rested for a while and cleaned up. Then, they’d make you lay on your back, switching positions, Cassie who was kneeling on the end, just between your legs, and Emery lying beside you.
Checking you in with false sympathy “tell me if we’re too hard baby, but you did this yourself” “you wanted this, right? getting fucked by us” “using you until you're sore”
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Then you’d feel Cassie’s hands on your knees, she was wearing the strap now, but before fucking you, she wanted to taste you.
“Were you really dripping for me?” she’d playfully ask, not really needing your answer. Her tongue finds your cunt. You jerk your hips at how hard she planted her tongue on your swollen clit. Cassie didn’t want to show how excited she was eating you out, finally tasting you.
She made out with your pussy, gently circling her tongue on your throbbing clit, not really sending you over the edge, just you only getting wetter and turned on by the second.
“Taste good?” Walsh would ask and you’d see Cassie crawl up to meet Walsh, closing the gap between them, Cassie's tongue entered Emery's mouth, sharing your wetness.
“The best” Cassie says as she pulled away, Walsh just looked at you proudly, you were looking at them with parted lips, in awe of what u just witnessed, then Emery kissed you, letting you taste the faintest of you. Unsure if you were tasting Cassie’s mouth, or Em's, or yours or all of it in the process. You feel Cassie’s hands on your knees spreading wider.
She'd playfully slap her strap cock on your folds, her free hand spreading them apart before slapping it again, hitting your exposed clit, you whine on Emery's mouth.
Then finally, she slowly fill you up with her strap cock, crawling up to you, her arms on your side, fucking you missionary.
Emery looked at Cassie’s necklace dangling under you. You were looking at it as well.
“Suck it, I know you want to” Walsh whispered on your ear, the warm breath sent a jolt in your body, your lips reach for the necklace, the chain was thin and short so she shifted her position to meet your lips.
You catch it slightly on your mouth, Cassie pushed harder, every stroke, it made your cunt pulsed, sending waves of pleasure.
Walsh catching on, her fingers flicked your nipple, it was enough to make you whimper, you were still sucking Cassie’s necklace, mouth watering through pleasure as your saliva coats the chain. Walsh reached your neck and planted love bites just to remind you that you still belong to her.
“You never wore that after we broke up” Emery remarked, still close to your face, as she snaked her hand on your torso again, caressing your breasts.
“Yeah well, let’s just say I wanted this pretty girl to notice it” Walsh rolled her eyes at McKay's admission, threatened that you fell for McKay's antics. Cassie thought you felt so good under her, finally able to fuck you.
“Yeah you could just ask me” Walsh said, she pinched one of your nipples, you gulped, swallowing a moan.
“Sharing’s not your strong suit.” Cassie snarled and she pushed hard like she was frustrated at a memory of them or the fact that she didn’t get to fuck you sooner. You feel her strap hitting a good spot and you stutter a moan, still holding her chain on your mouth.
“Plus, where’s the fun in that?” Cassie adds, Emery rolled her eyes and sighed.
You felt pathetic at how both of them was talking as if you weren’t there. As if Cassie’s strap wasn’t buried deep inside you while your girlfriend laid beside watching you get fucked. As if one of her legs wasn't resting on top of your leg to lock it in place. As if her free hand weren’t warming your torso, making sure you feel sensation on your breasts.
You find the pleasure overwhelming, and let go of the chain. You moan louder to make your presence known and they chuckled.
“God Walsh, you didn’t tell me she’s so easy?” McKay remarked. Emery chuckled, her hand pressed on your lower stomach, she knew how easy you come when she pressed on, even more so if she played with ur clit, but she didn't, she was enjoying the view. All the while, you feel a knot forming on your stomach, her hand making the pressure build up as Cassie fucks into you.
“Emry-” you look at Emery who was smirking, Cassie didn’t like hearing u moan Emery's name, she was the one fucking you, yet you don’t even recognize her. Walsh side-eyed to look at Cassie’s face and just weakly smiled.
She let go of your lower stomach and went up to slip her tongue on your mouth, you suck it. Cassie sees you both making out, unsure if she was feeling lust or jealousy. She sets a demanding pace in return, wanting you to acknowledge her, You moan in Em’s mouth as you get hazy headed from all Cassie’s fucking.
Emery pulled away, grabbed your free hand and guided it into her cunt, she was wet, your fingers glided easily as she guided your hand to fucking herself in the process.
She kissed your neck, sucking your pulse points. You feel yourself drunk from all the pleasure, and your eyes falls on Cassie’s parted lips, she was reveling at the sight of you, your moans, how your bedroom eyes look, cock-drunk from her.
“Can I kiss you?” you ask desperately, looking straight at Cassie who was lightly smirking now, her scruffed ponytail, her blue eyes piercing through you, her bangs sticking from sweat, her necklace dangling above you, it was hot, she was hot.
Cassie nodded at you, “Open your mouth, honey” when Cassie says it like that, her voice thick, sultry and her calling you honey, all you could was obey.
You proceeded to open your mouth, slightly agape, your tongue touching your lower lip, unsure if it was wide enough. Cassie lowered her head, her pace slowing down, her front neck moving, like she was swallowing something. Her hand held your jaw, pressing it lightly to hold you in place.
Then, a short string of saliva dripped down as Cassie pursed her lips trying to angle it right so you can take it all, you did. Her hand on your jaw lightly tapped your cheeks, it was enough to let you know you’re doing good. You hold her spit in for a while before swallowing some of it, not wanting to let it all go.
“You’re fucking dirty Cass” Emery remarked while setting the pace of your hand faster on her cunt.
“You like it” Cassie scoffed, side-eyeing your hand which was knuckles deep now on Emery's cunt, she was fucking herself with your hand.
Cassie plants her arm on your side again and returned to her earlier pace. She leaned down to kiss you, exchanging the spit you had from her. It changed the angle of her cock, it felt deeper, you moan in her mouth making her pull away.
You were all caught up in the moment, you didn’t know Walsh was watching the spectacle right before her eyes, her hand gripping your hand to fuck her deeper, faster. You feel your fingers getting gripped by Emery’s cunt, signaling her orgasm, she came from watching both of you.
When Emery freed your hand, it was soaked, you were eager to taste her and console your mouth, you suck your fingers, looking straight at Cassie.
“Hey, you’re not sharing?” Cassie pouted, jealous as you suck your fingers clean off Emery's juices. She went harder with her pace and you let go of sucking your fingers, hiccuping with moans at how hard she's fucking you now.
It’s hitting where you want it to be and you feel your pussy cream on her cock. You weren't even moaning now, you were panting, sucking in all the air as the pressure in ur core finds release.
“Cass- I’m- gnna-” you panted words, as your body convulsed on McKay’s strap, grabbing her arm. her pushes became harder before she eased you in, slowing down. You spit incomprehensible moans, like you forgot the language.
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“My good girl” Emery whispered on your ear before petting your hair, wiping the beads of sweat off your forehead before kissing it.
“Our good girl” Cassie would correct and Walsh would dart her a look that made her raise her arms in defeat as she gets off you.
“Missed how I fuck Cass?” Emery taunts Cassie.
"I'm okay, your girl is good, huh?” Cassie remarks as she unclasp the strap, the harness fall off. She was kind of tired at how hard she just fucked you, but was satisfied. She didn’t want to upstage her own memory of finally getting to fuck you.
Before leaving Emery would plant a soft kiss on Cassie’s cheek, whispering something you didn’t hear, it made Cassie throw out a chuckle before throwing a look at you.
“Maybe next time we’ll gift her a leash instead?” Walsh would remark and Cassie would just laugh.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it” winking at you before closing the door.
You hug Em from the back, she turned to you and whisper “Don't worry baby, I’m still jealous, you'll get what you deserve” her warm breath touched your ear, you don't know how hearing those words made you feel.
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a/n: actually, my shipper ass imagined x reader as javadi. but alas, x reader demon prevailed again😋. prob gonna convert this, if not busy. mcvadiwalsh 😵💫 hmm i see it clearly.
summary: you come home after a stressful day from school. light angst with comfort. farsi nicknames make me go brrrrr.
word count: 400
author’s note: since college is stressing me the fuck out so much and I just miss reading baran fics on my bed and not worrying about anything, i made this !! …also hehe this is like my first fic ever :33 sorry it’s really short and abruptly cut !! I wanna make it longer trust but im just really tired and stressed right now huhu, maybe sometime soon I’ll make something longer (or maybe continue this OH ALSO maybe send me requests ??)
You open the door. The weight of the day finally settling on your shoulders.
“Eshgham?”
Baran’s voice soothe you like a balm.
You felt your eyes sting.
Your lips quiver. Your shoulders tense.
You wanted to greet her, but your voice has already sunk somewhere down your throat.
All there’s left is a clawing feeling on it.
You sob, and you let your bag drop on the floor.
“Hey?” Baran calls for you again, her footsteps nearing.
She stops.
“Oh, joonam…” Baran quickly closes the distance between you. She takes you into her arms and squeezes you hard.
The pressure usually helps you, but this time, you were just too overwhelmed. And so, you hugged her back as tight, hiding your face into her shoulders and sobbing hard.
She doesn’t say anything. Not yet. She kept on hugging you tightly, now stroking your hair as if to melt the bad feelings away.
And they should’ve. But you just cried harder.
“My eshgh, it’s been a really bad day for you, huh?” She says as she keeps on stroking your hair.
You try to answer coherently, but all that’s come out is just an affirmative whimper.
Feeling frustrated for having lost the basic ability to provide a basic answer, you lightly claw at her back.
Baran made an empathetic noise, her stroking now reaching your back.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything right now. Just let it all out, please. My love.” She says as her soothing strokes slowly seep into you.
After some time, your sobs have subsided. You have deflated. All the tension in your body loosening at once.
It’s only now you felt how damp you made her shirt with your tears and…snot?
You feel embarrassed.
So, you stay at the crook of her shoulders. You don’t want to get taken away from this safe space.
But Baran wants you to look at her now.
“Eshgham, look at me, please?” She tries to coax you out of her shoulders. Her palms settling on your cheeks.
You whine into her shoulders, feeling shy.
“My sweet, please?” She starts stroking your right cheek with her thumb.
You give in and let her hands guide your face to face her.
The hands cupping your cheeks tap you lightly, alongside the stroking with her thumb on your tear tracks.
knee deep in the passenger seat [ show me off ] [ c.m. ] [ Drabble ]
authors note: writing a little smth smth to get back into writing
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Pairing: Cassie McKay x fem!reader
Summary: You both agreed on casual. Turns out, Cassie can’t be as casual as she agreed on. Neither can you.
Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, brief angst; age/gap [ r is in university ], top!cassie, bottom!reader, fingering, cunnilingus [ r!receiving both ], semi-public sex ( Cassie fucks you at 10 PM in a storage closet ), praise kink, lovergirl + loser!cassie, brief attempt at Doctor Roleplay but Cassie is too locked in to play
Word Count: 1.8k
Cassie called you at 8:30 P.M. just as you were leaving your final lecture for the day.
“Ten is my smoke break,” she told you with sirens distantly wailing in the background. “Park across from the ICU lot. I’ll be out to get you.”
“You have a really odd way of saying hello,” you told her dryly, propping the door to your car open and leaning on it.
You could hear her exhale so heavily that she sounded like a deflating balloon. You didn’t think she’d appreciate you saying that right now, though.
The image of it was making you smile anyway.
“I’m sorry,” she rasped. “I just — I need to see you.”
Your cheeks burned at her admission, biting your lower lip. “Even at work?”
One of the stipulations Cassie had put in place when you first started seeing each other was that she didn’t show up during your classes, and you didn’t show up at her work — emergencies exempt, of course. She wanted to ensure there was boundaries in place.
You’d agreed easily. You wouldn’t have been able to do so if you didn’t know what you were getting into with her: the first responder in an emergency room with a young son and custody battles.
She was exploring her newfound sexual freedom and she didn’t want anything too deeply intwined.
It had been an easy arrangement, the sex as damn good even with Cassie’s limited experience coming into it, and both of you felt your stress levels lowered as it continued.
“Fuck work,” Cassie told you. You paused at her tone.
“Are you feeling a little needy, Cass?” you purred, lowering your voice and seeping just the right amount of attitude into it.
Cassie McKay was a demanding woman with sharp reflexes and hard expectations; but she was also rewarding and encouraging in the same breath.
You just had to fish for information on which Cassie you needed to prepare for.
Her breath hitched and you struck like a predator. “Oh, you are. You need to fuck me so bad, don’t you? I dunno, Cass. You’re the one who made the rule . . .”
“I—“ the doctor was trying to get ahold of herself. She was already losing composure. “I don’t care, baby. I need you so bad. I need to make you cum.”
You tapped your fingers along the rim of your door, pretending to think about it but already knowing you’ll give in. You always do.
“Ten you said?” you asked casually, glancing around you and scanning for anyone else in the lot. Some students were passing through parked cars, coming and going, but you remained ignored.
“Yes.”
“Alright, ten it is then. Want me to bring you some food too?”
“I’m going to give you so many orgasms if you do.” She sounded lighter now, like you just gave the cure to a debilitating illness.
You laughed. “You’d do that anyway.”
“The food,” you gasped as your wrist was snatched and you were pulled roughly from your car. You were barely able to park and stuff your keys and phone into your hoodie before blue scrubs and rough hands filled your vision.
“We can come back for it. I need you.” The brunette laced her fingers through yours and sped away from the lot; not toward the visitor’s entrance but to a door farther to the side of the building.
“How much time do you have?” you asked her, heart fluttering and a low heat beginning to burn in your belly.
She slowed and pulled her ID card out of her pocket and slapped it against an access pad. It beaped and continued her way. The hallway was dim and void of life, rooms blacked out.
“Thirty minutes. I managed to get Dana to work my time out here a little better so I can just —“ she sounded breathless, passing door after door.
Like she had mapped it out already, which location would be the best place to take you apart in her fiery need.
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Yeah, baby, so much trouble.”
When you didn’t reply she turned to gauge your reaction and found the concern you felt written across your face, your steps a little less eager.
“Hey, no.” She stopped and turned, clasping your arms. “I was just playing. This part of the hospital hasn’t been touched since COVID. It was just a secondary ER for patients without symptoms.”
“I don’t want to get you into trouble.”
“I’ve been hanging out in this part of the hospital for weeks. I’ve seen only a few people. Dana and Emma won’t say anything.” The way she worded that last bit made you want to dig for questions but you could see it wasn’t the time.
Later.
“You’re safe, my job is safe.” She leaned forward and finally kissed you. It’s all you wanted since seeing her face.
It was delicate and warm — things that she didn’t express so far tonight.
You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. Her scrubs brushed against your sweatpants and she caressed your chin to lift your head closer to hers.
“Fuck,” she whispered when the kiss broke.
“I need you,” you murmured, still grazing your lips along hers, swallowing.
She smelled like saline and cedar wood.
“Not far now, let’s go.” She dragged you along behind her once more. It wasn’t a long trek, she stopped at a door and jerked it open.
“A storage closet?” The shelves were empty and looked to be collecting dust.
“Windowless,” she said. Then she clutched your waist and hauled you up. Your legs automatically locked together around her, gasping in surprise.
She settled you on one of the shelves. Not even a freak was made when your weight was added. “Is this even safe?” you questioned as her fingers started to work at the strings of your sweats and her lips started leaving trails down your neck.
“It’s meant to hold medical equipment baby. You won’t be shaking it off of the screws anytime soon.”
And that was that.
You groaned when teeth dug into your collarbone. She got your sweats down to your ankles and made quicker work of your soaked underwear.
“You’re so fucking wet,” she said, licking her lips and suddenly dropping to her knees in front of you.
“You have that effect on me.” Your feet splayed, but she snatched your ankle and looked up at you through her bangs. Her eyes were heated, intense.
“Shoulders.”
“Shoes,” you retorted.
“Don’t fucking care. Shoulders.” She dug her short nails into your ankle, eyebrow raising and staring you down.
You relented, lifted the left one and gently put it down on her shoulder and followed it with the fight.
“Good girl.” And then she rewarded you with a lick of your folds.
You gasped and started to reach for anything to hold onto. Cassie was about to make it hard for you to steady yourself. Your fingers slipped between the bars of the selves that dug into your ass, and you curled them while the other hand grabbed ahold of Cassie’s hair.
“This is so unprofessional, Doctor McKay. I thought you were going to tell me —“ A moan cut you off as Cassie’s tongue started to work inside of you and one of her fingers joined almost a second after, “ — my test results.”
Cassie pulled back briefly, finger still pumping inside of you, face flushed and lips wet. “Baby I have about twenty more minutes to make you cum and I want at least two from you before I let you go. Play later.”
You held back laughter as she actually said those words with full seriousness awarded to most doctors, like delivering devastating news.
She lowered her head and started eating you out without waiting for you to respond.
Your cries must have been enough. She lazily stroked a hand up and down your lifted thigh and thumbed your clit like a madwoman, forcing you into oversensitiveity before you were close to orgasm.
She loved how easy it was to get you to a wriggly, wet mess that squirmed and whined before she even got inside of you.
But she hadn’t drawn it out tonight. She was aiming to make you cum fast and hard, and this was a sure fire way to do so without the strap.
“We need,” you gasped, mind blanking out into white noise as her fingers — two now — crooked up into you until they touched your g-spot, “to talk a-about — fuck Cassie — this later.”
Cassie’s fingers didn’t slow but she pulled her head up again and licked her lips. “We can talk all you want, baby. But I think we both know this stopped being casual about two weeks ago. I don’t think I need to torture yourself or myself over this.”
You would later look back on this moment and process her statement to you in its entirety. Right now, however, Cassie wasn’t willing to let you up for air until she got what she wanted.
She had five minutes left to spare by the time she made you cum a second time. She didn’t need to look at you for you to know she was proud of your state. You looked entirely taken apart and she still had time to put you back together.
She was pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and lips as she tied your sweat strings back together, pulling your hair back for you and tying it up with a spare hair tie.
“You did so good for me,” she murmured, cheek pressing against yours as you became more grounded.
“I don’t think I can walk.”
She grinned wolfishly.
She steadied you and she guided you back out to the parking lot in a daze, her hands never leaving you even when she had to grab a door or use her ID card.
“I’m working later tonight but . . . “ she hesitated, looking awful shy as you stopped at your car. She reached into her pocket, “. . . Harrison is with his dad and — if you’d want to, you can go to my place. Shower. Sleep.” She pulled out a key.
Your eyes widened. “Cassie —“
“I like you,” the older woman blurted. “I really like you. If you feel the same way, I’d like to maybe . . . get more serious? I know that wasn’t the plan —“
You surged forward, curling your fist around hers where the key was and kissed her hard.
When you pulled back, the key was safely tucked into your palm. “I want to get more serious, too.”
Her smile was burned into your head as you drove to her house that night.
— ✦ TIME CASTS A SPELL ON YOU, BUT YOU WON'T FORGET ME
tags: no use of Y/n, femme!reader, younger!reader, ex-situationship!Baran, older!Baran, age-gap (legal), swearing, mentions of sex, yearning, reader is written as a lesbian, shared history, unresolved mommy issues resurfacing
w/c: 2.3k
a/n: Siri play Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac
I know this is short and kind of a filler chapter but this is definitely becoming a mini-series because I can’t get enough of Sugarbaby!reader. She’s so bitchy I love her ❤️ Anyways, lmk your thoughts in my inbox and the comments because I thrive off attention.
PS: Yes I chose Barcelona because I’m a lesbian who loves the women’s Spanish league and if you guys are interested I might start writing for them. 🥱🥱 (Visca el Barça ❤️💙)
part 1 / part 2
“Are you sure that’s the only hospital available?.. Not even in Washington?.. Please there has to be anywhere else besides Pittsburgh.. I know, I- Hello?.. Hello?” The line beeps, ‘Your call has been disconnected. If you would like to redial press-’ You slam the phone on the table. “God fucking dammit!” you huff out in frustration; fingers massaging your temple as you feel the rising anger bubbling in your head.
Two years away from home can change a lot about a person, especially out of the country. Your grades were shit and your life leading up to the departure can only be described as, well, shittier. It was a miracle that you graduated. Given your track record, finding a slot for a med student internship was proven more difficult than all of your years of studying combined, so when your college opened an exchange program for job experience, you jumped ship.
Barcelona was everything you needed—warm, vibrant, a fresh start. It was a chance to put your life back together without the fear of judgement. Back home, you were a nobody. Just another post-grad trying to claw their way up to a job that doesn’t even pay a salary. Here, you were the charming foreigner that couldn’t speak a lick of Spanish but still opted to work at a busy café where communication was needed the most. The first few months consisted of nodding your head and smiling at the right time then immediately pulling up google translate to understand whatever the fuck they said but slowly, you adjusted.
The routine stayed consistent: school, work, study, repeat. As if ‘finding yourself’ was a requirement programmed in every lesbian’s brain after experiencing that one specific heartbreak. Keeping busy was the only thing distracting you from any of the lingering thoughts roaming about; drowned out by alcohol and a series of very attractive, tanned, Spanish women that you just couldn’t keep your hands off of. Nothing serious, of course. The longest fling you had lasted two months which you counted by technicality because the girl thought you were already dating and wanted to surprise you with a two-month anniversary celebration.
Only to find you face down on the mattress getting strapped from behind.
Though sadly, all good things must come to an end, which brings you to the present. Here, in your one hundred and twenty square foot apartment on the verge of a breakdown after a somewhat heated call with your visa agent you’re sure is currently jumping for joy knowing your contract with him is almost over.
The ripping of packaging tape makes your head turn towards the side and stare at your roommate. “Can’t I just stay here?” you ask Claudia as you watch her secure a box full of your clothes. “No.” You groan at her one-worded answers and lay your head down on the table. ‘Why?” you ask. Claudia uncaps a marker and writes a label on the cardboard.
“Because,” she says.
“Because what?” You reply
“Just because.” Her hands find the bottom of the box and lifts it with ease as she walks outside the door ignoring your whines. The reasoning you have chosen to believe is that Claudia is sick of your incessant moping when there is nothing to distract you and that she also just wants her girlfriend to move in with her the moment you leave the city. Which is partly a figment of your imagination. Between the language barrier and her permanent resting bitch face, you’re still not entirely certain if she likes you or tolerates your existence in the two years you have been living together.
The actual cause for you moving back to the United States is simple. The program ended, your visa expired, and you are now officially a third-year medical student the moment you step back onto American soil. Which has been difficult because out of the fifty fucking states in the country, your agent chose Pittsburgh. The real kicker? There are forty-two hospitals in Pittsburgh. Roughly a dozen are teaching hospitals, what are the odds you would draw the short end of the lot and get PTMC?
Apparently, a hundred percent.
The airport is suffocating.
The lights are too bright, the people are too loud, and you have been standing by the conveyor belt for eleven minutes waiting for your luggage to mosey out. A child a few meters away has been screaming at the top of his lungs longer than you have been standing. You watch as he tugs on his sleeping father’s shirt, ceaselessly crying about something unintelligible you are too tired to decipher. Combined with the three-hour layover and fifteen-hour flight, you might as well join him.
You want to look at the bright side, you really do, but God, is it hard especially when you start work in the hospital tomorrow at seven. Your luggage emerges and you haul it onto the floor. You calculate the math in your head as you walk through the baggage claim and have come up with a result that totals of three hours of sleep before having to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn, but then again, that’s if you sleep.
The need to distract yourself, to contemplate about anything and everything has become a welcomed stimulant from the moment you left Spain, because you don’t want to think about what will happen when you step foot into that emergency room tomorrow. You don’t want to think about the dread that has been steadily forming in your stomach—the fear of messing up from even breathing too loud.
And you most certainly do not want to think about her.
You feel like a lost lamb as you stand in front of the charge station, hands clasped on the desk. The charge nurse, who you come to know as Dana, stands across from you. “Lets see here..” Dana mutters while flipping through your file. “You weren’t present for the orientation yesterday?” She peers above her glasses, eyebrows raised. “Yes, I was just on my flight to Pittsburgh.” She puts down the papers and turns to you in surprise, “Jesus, and you’re still standin’, kid? I would have checked into a spa the moment the wheels touched the ground.” You smile and relax at her casual quip; it breaks the rigid tension in your shoulders.
“So does that mean I fend for myself today?” Dana shakes her head and takes off her glasses, “Of course not, sweetheart. You’ll be shadowing one of our chief attendings who has yet to arrive.” She raises her hand and looks at the watch strapped on her wrist. Dana turns her head towards one of the nurses behind her. “Hey, Princess, is the boss here?” Princess replies, “I think she just arrived.” Dana nods in response.
“There you have it. Sit tight, kid, I’ll go find her.” Dana walks away, leaving you alone at the station. Your hands pull and tug at the ID card clipped on the bottom left of your scrubs. A nervous tick that has slowly grown into a habit as the short elastic band stretches and shrinks between your fingers. You haven’t felt this off-kilter for months. You knew she worked at PTMC when you both were still a thing, but times change. Surely she has moved on to something better than this.
Even if she’s still here, it's not supposed to matter anymore. She shouldn’t matter anymore. You chose to work at The Pitt for your future! (you didn’t, your agent did) There was no way you would have worked at Presby or Allegheny just to avoid an ex-situationship that happened two years ago. You can be professional about it. Mature. Composed— Look her straight in the eyes and pretend she’s a stranger.
A voice breaks the stillness behind you and your chest tightens. “Sweetheart, this is our Chief Attending who you’ll be following around like a puppy dog today’s shift.” You turn. Your eye’s meeting Dana’s, then hers. You see it: a flicker of something you can’t quite name behind her gaze, the sudden tightness in her jaw. For a moment, neither of you move and the room blurs.
Dana looks between the both of you, the string-taut tension triggering her sixth sense. She doesn’t comment on it. Dana clears her throat, “Doc?”
You watch her blink a few times, her expression quickly changes as she takes a deep breath and steadies herself. She shifts her weight slightly and extends a hand towards you.
“Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi.”
The words fall from her lips, dangling in front of you like a challenge. A test to see if her presence still has an affect on you. You shake her hand and introduce yourself with an easy smile, your tone of voice almost too polite. You were never one to back down.
Dana’s name echoes from the charging station. “Sorry to interrupt, but duty calls. I’ll leave you both to get acquainted, yeah?” She pats Baran’s back before turning to you. “You know where to find me sweetheart if you need anything.” You watch her walk away and mentally beg for her to always be in a two-foot radius of Baran’s presence. A futile plea as her retreating figure disappears into a trauma room. The lack of a neutral party makes you deathly aware that it's now just the both of you standing in the middle of the ED.
You feel Baran’s eyes lingering on you, assessing your every move. Every breath. “I thought you disappeared.” Her tone laced with subtle sarcasm but still calm.
“I did,” you reply brusquely.
She raises an eyebrow at your attitude. A flicker of familiarity prickles at the back of her mind. “Yet you’re here.”
You tilt your head, feigning innocence, and let the short pause stretch out. “Is that going to be a problem?” A faux pout plays on your lips, subtle, but obvious enough for Baran to narrow her eyes at you. A crack in her facade.
Baran opens her mouth to reply before being interrupted by a shout from one of the trauma bays. “Need an attending in here!” You both look towards the direction of the interruption simultaneously. She looks back at you with a stare that translates to ‘this isn’t over’ but nonetheless, relents. “Let’s go.”
One point to you.
You follow Baran through the doors of the trauma bay. “Status report.” The switch to professionalism is automatic the moment she steps inside. “Thirty-three year old female fell down a flight of stairs rushing to work and hit her head on one of the steps. CT has been backed up since last night but her vitals have been stable until now.” One of the doctors replied.
“Glove up, you’re intubating.” You catch a hint of smugness in her tone and you roll your eyes. She puts on a pair of gloves and you follow suit not because you’re listening to her, but because you’re listening to your boss. Big difference. “Who’s the new duckling?” a voice questions from the sidelines, you glance at the source. A woman in her mid-thirties stares at you, arms crossed as if she’s estimating your worth. “New med student, Dr. Garcia.”
Dr. Garcia nods at you, “Warm welcome to The Pitt.” You nod back, holding her gaze for just a second too long before Baran calls for you. “The patient is waiting,” she says your name sternly and you break eye contact first while moving across the room.
A nurse hands you the laryngoscope and you guide it inside the patient's mouth. The coldness of the metal seeping through the blue latex covering your hands. “Can you see the opening?” Baran peers over your shoulder. The front of her body pressing onto your back. “Yes.” You swallow, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Feed the tube inside until you hit the mid-trachea,” Baran says behind you. She’s close enough that you feel every enunciation of her words hit your ear and an involuntary shiver runs down the middle of your spine.
“I know,” you snap with a tone of voice you didn’t mean to be let on so thick. Some eyebrows raise around you and you mentally curse yourself, embarrassment flooding into your stomach. Baran stays silent, though you feel her eyes burning holes on the side of your head. The plastic hose slides in smoothly into the patient's throat. You let out a small sigh of relief and move away to the side.
“Good job,” Baran praises you and it makes your heart twinge. A familiar pull towards her reverberates around the trauma bay and suddenly you're back in that hotel room with her.
Skin against skin. She’s smiling at something you said. Morning light bleeding through the cream-colored curtains while both of your bodies tangle together under the white pristine sheets. Baran reaches out towards your cheek, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.
Then she’s gone. Replaced by a feeling of loneliness that straggles you by the neck. You’re still in the same room, same bed, but the rain patters against the windows so aggressively you fear they might break.
You swallow hard. “Thank you.” Baran glances at you and you find her brown eyes through the weave of doctors, a single look that holds something unspoken. Then her attention is called back towards the patient who currently has her chest open and you stand there. Assisting when needed, handing tools, answering questions, but your mind is elsewhere. In between the past and the present.
You wonder how Baran hides it so well. She always had a knack for it. That carefully crafted armor always made you feel small, akin to a child throwing a tantrum whenever they were ignored. You thought you got over it—left it somewhere in a Catalonian club or the morning after a one night stand, but it sits there on top of your chest. A weighted plate pressing down onto your body, because one thing is certain.
Please can we get a married Dana Evans and Cassie McKay x reader.
No specifics, just make it yummy <3 I'm happy with breeding/pregnancy kink... mommy/daddy... whatever you want, you filthy girl ;)
And thank you, you're a queen.
Lake Shore Drive
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Summary: Cassie McKay and Dana Evans have been married for a long time, longer than you've even been a doctor, maybe even longer than you've been alive- you can't be sure on that one, but their love is strong. That much is obvious. So why do they pay so much attention to you? Why does your stomach flip every time one of them touches you? And why have they invited you to spend the weekend with them at Cassie's family's cabin? And more importantly, will you go?
cw: female reader in her 20s. smut: Dana is mommy, Cassie is daddy, fingering, pussy eating, dildo fucking. brief, and I mean brief, mention of breeding. you sandwiched between the two of them like all of my wildest dreams ★ 5,300+ words.
a/n: Woah, this is the most I've ever written for a single chapter. I was locked tf in with these three. Let me know if you want more; we do have a whole weekend for them to get through ;)
✿ Sweet Girl ✿
Cassie and Dana have been married for as long as anyone can remember, longer than you’ve been in the business, maybe even longer than you’ve been alive; you couldn’t be sure. But they were endgame, and everyone knew it. People made jokes about how they were everyone’s mommy and daddy– Nurse Mommy and Doctor Daddy– and you knew they were teasing, but you’d give anything to be sandwiched between the two of them.
You’re not even sure when the yearning started. Was it the first time you saw them, noticed the way Cassie held a protective hand to Dana’s back as they walked through the ER? Or the first time you caught them sharing a kiss in the ambulance bay after a stressful day? Or maybe it was when the team went out for drinks, and Dana sat in Cassie’s lap, and you noticed the way she kissed the crook of the brunette’s neck softly while the world murmured on around them. They were so in love, and you couldn’t tell whether you were jealous, extremely turned on, or both.
They had started paying attention to you, too. Cassie pressed her hand to the small of your back as she moved past you one day, and you couldn’t help it; you whimpered. Dana noticed; her eyes shot across the room to you, and you hung your head in shame, preparing for her to scream at you for reacting that way to her wife, but she just smirked. And later in the day, she touched you the same way and leaned in to whisper. “Don’t worry, kid. She still gets me all flustered like that, too.”
They took a liking to you. Cassie would bring you extra protein bars, Dana would make you coffee and hand you a cigarette and send you out for a break when the day was tough. People noticed; of course they did. Trinity teased you, saying you were their baby, their adopted child. The lesbians had chosen you, and you were their puppy now. And fuck, you’d go home and touch yourself thinking about being their puppy. They knew about that, too. They must’ve.
Cassie had started calling you sweet girl, started tucking your hair behind your ear, offering to walk you to your car. Dana had started touching you more, rubbing your shoulders when you looked tense, stroking your cheek when you looked like you were about to break down. She would pull you in for a hug when the world looked like it was getting too much for you. They had chosen you, and you were never going to complain about it for a second, but you longed for more than just sweet touches. You wanted to be ruined by them.
“Whatcha doin’ this weekend?” Dana asks, leaning over the nurses' station to catch your attention.
“Nothing, why?” you ask as you look over a chart, pen nudging your bottom lip as you frown.
“Cass and I wanna know if you’ll come spend the weekend with us at her dad’s cabin.”
“Like, in the woods?” you ask, brow raised, and Dana releases a huffed laugh.
“Yes, baby, in the woods, on the edge of a lake. It’s very beautiful, and the place has like six bedrooms,” she winks, watching your heart race.
“Sounds kinky,” Trinity says from beside you, and Dana swats her with a piece of paper.
“Think about it. You deserve a break, sweetheart. Let us treat you to a weekend away, no strings, just relaxing by a lake.” She squeezes your shoulder firmly before wandering off, and when you look up from your chart, Trinity is smirking at you.
“What?”
“What? What!? Are you fucking serious?” she whispers. “Nurse Mommy and Doctor Daddy wanna take you to a private lakefront cabin and fuck you stupid for the weekend, and you’re asking what?”
“Don’t be stupid; they’re just being nice,” you sigh.
“Girl, she called you baby,” Trin says. “She wants to fuck you.”
“They’re married,” you remind her, and she scoffs.
“Yeah, and you know they love extracurricular activities,” Trinity reminds you. “You’ve seen them falling all over pretty girls on our nights out. They want you to be their pretty girl for the weekend, maybe even forever, the way they look at you.”
“You’re stupid,” you sigh.
“And you’re being stupid,” she smirks. “Go, have some fun. Do it for me if not for yourself.”
“I’ll think about it,” you say, and when you look up, Dana and Cassie are looking at you from across the way, making your stomach flip, because maybe Trinity is right.
Thankfully, a particularly gruesome trauma comes in to distract you for the rest of the day, and you’re removing your bloody gown and goggles when Robby walks over.
“Hey doc, need you to do some overtime this weekend if you’re not busy,” he says, and you groan.
“She can’t,” Cassie says, walking up behind you and sliding her hand onto the small of your back. “She has plans.”
“You do?” Robby asks, brow raised, and you nod, unable to find the words.
“Back off, Robinavitch,” Dana says. “Girls busy this weekend.” Trinity laughs from across the room, and you glare at her before looking at Dana, who winks. Looks like your mind has been made up for you.
“As much as I’d love to fill my monthly hours in one week, they’re right; I have a girls trip planned this weekend,” you say. “Sorry, Dr Robby.” You pout at him, your signature sweet pout that makes him shuffle uncomfortably, and he smiles, scratching the back of his neck.
“S’no problem,” he stutters before walking away.
“Mm, I see you know how to make all the doctors squirm, regardless of their sex,” Cassie laughs, squeezing your hip. “So you’re coming?”
“When do we leave?” you ask, turning to face her. Her bright blue eyes are dark with something you’ve never seen in her before, and her lips twitch at the corner.
“We were gonna head down tonight to get the most out of the weekend,” she says. “Can pick you up around nine if you can get a bag packed that quickly?”
“I can do that,” you confirm with a small smile. “Thank you,” you sigh. “I need a break.”
“I know,” she says, her hand lingering on your waist. “Go find something to do before Robby comes and tries again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you smirk, backing away from her. She laughs quietly and looks across at her wife, nodding discreetly at her before sliding her hands into her pockets and wandering back to triage.
You head home at the end of the day and throw some things in a travel bag. Cassie’s horn announces their arrival a little before nine, and you lock up the house before bounding down the front steps. You’re wearing a flowy summer dress now, something you just pulled on quickly. Your favourite pair of black Vans and a grey hoodie for warmth as the evening chill creeps in.
“Hi!” you say, breathless from running down the stairs.
“Hi,” Cassie laughs. “Slow down,” she says as she takes your bag and tosses it into the trunk. “We’re not gonna leave without you; just breathe for a sec,” she teases, opening the back passenger door for you.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Dana smiles from the front passenger seat. Her hair is down, falling in loose waves around her shoulders. It has grown over the years since you first met her, and you like it longer.
“Hi D,” you smile, buckling in for the ride. “How long is the drive?”
“Oh, only an hour and a half,” she says, checking her watch. “Might stop at this cute diner we like on the way, if you’re hungry.”
“I’m starving,” you say, and Dana chuckles, looking at Cassie as she climbs back in and starts the car again. You watch as Dana slides her hand into Cassie’s lap and squeezes her thigh as she drives.
It doesn’t take long before you arrive at the diner, which is apparently only three miles from the cabin. You stretch out when you hop out of the car, and Dana and Cassie link hands as they walk across the parking lot. You really do look like their child as you follow them, and you feel like it too when Dana slides into the booth beside you and tucks your hair behind your ear.
“What do you want to eat, sweetheart?” she asks, playing with your hair. Your breath hitches; you can hear it, and Cassie chuckles from the seat opposite.
“Leave her alone, babe,” she says gently. “Let the poor girl look at the menu.”
“Sorry,” Dana hums, pulling away slowly. “The waffles are good.”
“Okay, I’ll get the waffles,” you smile. “Please.”
The waffles are actually amazing, and when you reach for your wallet to pay, Dana grips your wrist. “This weekend is on us, baby girl,” she smiles, her thumb rubbing over your pulse point.
“I don’t mind paying for this,” you say, and she shakes her head.
“Please, we want to treat you.”
“O-okay,” you mumble, watching as Cassie taps her card and tips the nice waitress. Dana links her arm with yours as you walk back out to the car, and she presses her hand to your back as you climb into the car.
“We’re almost there, pretty girl,” she says as she gets back into her seat. “Then we will show you to your room, and you can go to bed if you like.”
“I’m pretty tired,” you yawn, as if to prove the point, and Dana smiles.
“It’s been a long, shitty week,” she agrees.
The cabin is incredible. You imagined some dim, wooden shack that you’d likely get murdered in, but it’s actually more like a lake house. You can’t hide the look on your face as you stand in front of the tall building, admiring it.
“Cassie’s dad built it,” Dana says. “She used to spend all summer here as a kid.”
“Wow,” you sigh. “That sounds like heaven.”
You look across at the lake, watching the water ripple and sparkle under the moonlight, and you smile, thankful you decided to come. Tomorrow you’d be in that lake at the crack of dawn, because you loved swimming, you were a huge water baby, and you were going to take full advantage of the huge body of water.
They show you inside, flicking on some lights, and the inside is equally as amazing. Dana grabs you a glass of water as Cassie shows you up the stairs, and you admire all of the cute rustic decor on the way to your room.
“You can stay in here,” Cassie smiles, flicking on the light and revealing a comfy-looking king-sized bed in the middle of the room. “Bathroom is next door; Dana and I are at the end of the hall if you need anything,” she says. Dana passes you the water, and you smile at them both.
“Well, goodnight,” Cass says.
“Sleep well, sweetheart,” Dana winks, closing the door behind her.
You look around the room, speechless, before unpacking your bag and putting your clothes into the wooden drawers in the corner of the room. You grab the towel that was neatly folded on the end of the bed, and you head to the bathroom. As you creep across the hall, a sound catches your attention. You don’t think anything of it at first, but then it gets louder: a moan. Followed by a “fuck, right there baby.” You know you shouldn’t listen, but your legs feel like cement, and your clit starts to throb as you listen to Dana moaning. You imagine Cassie between her legs, eating her out like her life depends on it. Cassie seems like a giver, and by the sounds of things, she’s pretty good at it. The headboard starts to rock against the wall, and you groan. The floorboard creaks beneath your feet, and it makes you realise what you’re doing, so you quickly dart into the bathroom, heart hammering as you turn on the shower.
“She’s listening to us,” Cassie whispers into Dana’s ear as she thrusts into her with her strap. “You think she’s gonna touch herself?”
“I fuckin' hope so,” Dana moans. “Fuck baby, right there!” she moans loudly for your benefit. “I’m so close.”
“Cum for me,” Cassie grunts, fucking Dana so hard while picturing you touching yourself, wet and needy for them. This weekend wasn’t about getting you in their bed, but if it happened, they certainly wouldn’t complain.
You came on your fingers at the same time as Dana, your cries muffled against your hand as your hips rocked into your palm. It wasn’t the first time you’d done that while thinking of them, but it was definitely the first time you’d listened to them. It felt wrong, but why did it also feel so right?
You showered and slid into bed, falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.
The next morning, you were awake before them, awake before the sun. You slid into your bikini, a simple white thing, grabbed your beach towel from your bag and headed down the stairs. You slid your feet into your flip-flops and walked towards the dock. You dropped your sunglasses and towel, kicked off your shoes, and swan-dove into the water. It felt amazing as it kissed your skin, and you began to swim around peacefully.
“She’s in the lake,” Dana says to Cassie, standing on the balcony of their room in her tiny silk camisole as she smokes. Cassie is in bed, naked, tangled in the sheets.
“Swimming?” Cass asks, and Dana laughs, blowing a puff of smoke into the room.
“No, drowning,” she scoffs. “Yes, swimming, you big dummy.”
Cassie smirks at her wife’s words.
“Is thinking about her all wet and dripping making you horny, baby?” she asks, and Dana whines against the cigarette in her mouth. “Oh, it is? Why don’t you come here and we’ll put on a show for her again, hm? Leave the balcony doors open so she can hear.”
“God, I love you,” Dana groans, putting out her cigarette and pouncing on Cassie. It doesn’t take them long to find a steady rhythm; Dana is crying out into Cassie’s shoulder as she rocks into her again. Her favourite thing to do. She would fuck Dana raw all day, every day, regardless of whether you were nearby. You were an added bonus, though. And as you climb out of the water and dry your face on the towel, you can hear every second of it.
You look up, noticing the way the curtains blow through the open doors, and if you tilt your head just right, you can see them. Cassie’s bare ass tenses as she pounds into Dana, whose legs are tight around Cassie’s middle, her nails digging into her back. No fucking wonder she is so loud if Cassie fucks her like that. You forget how to breathe for a moment, and you watch until Dana cries out, Cassie grunts, and they slowly pull apart.
You reach down for your sunglasses, scrambling for your shoes, pretending you weren’t watching, and you walk up towards the house. Dana is already walking down the stairs by the time you get inside, one strap of her silk outfit hanging over her shoulder and her blonde hair all tousled. “How was the water?” she asks.
“Sorry?” you mumble, too distracted by how short her outfit is.
“The lake, how was it?”
“Oh, it was so refreshing,” you tell her, towel drying your long hair. She looks at your bikini-clad body and hums, satisfied with your answer. When your bikini is wet, it becomes almost sheer, and you had forgotten about that until you catch Dana looking between your legs at the way your pubes stick to the wet fabric.
“Hm,” she smirks, turning away from you. “Want coffee, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please,” you say, wrapping the towel around your body and sitting on the bar stool. You wonder how she can move around after being fucked like that, and she notices you staring.
“Somethin’ on your mind?” she digs.
“No,” you blush, and she raises a brow, making you sigh. “Okay, fine, I heard you and Cassie,” you whisper. “Like, how are you up and walking after that?” Dana laughs, a deep, throaty laugh that makes your whole body tingle.
“She fucks me like that every day, baby. Sometimes three or four times,” she smirks, and you moan. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Dana grins, a predatory glint in her eyes. “Do you want Cassie to fuck you like that, too? Or do you just like watching us fuck?”
“I-I…” you stutter as Dana closes in on you, her hand sliding up to your cheek. You relax into her touch.
“I saw you watching,” she says. “It’s okay to be curious, sweet girl. You’re so young; I bet no one has ever made you cum like that before, have they?” You shake your head, and she brushes her thumb over your lips. “Words, sugar.”
“No,” you whine. “I’ve barely been touched.”
“Ever?” she asks, and you shake your head again. You tense when Cassie walks down the stairs, and she smirks at the sight of Dana between your legs, hand on your face, stroking your bottom lip. “Our baby needs someone to take care of her,” Dana sighs, looking at her wife with a pout that makes your stomach flip. “She’s barely been touched before.”
“Is that so?” Cassie asks, walking up behind you and sliding her hands over your bare back. This is it; this is what you imagined many times, being sandwiched between the two of them, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips when her rough hands move up and down your back.
“Oh, poor baby, you’ve barely touched her, and she’s already a mess,” Dana coos, sliding her thumb into your mouth. “You need us to touch you, don’t you, princess?” she asks, and you nod, sucking on her thumb. “Such a good girl. You want mommy and daddy to make you feel good?”
Your pussy clenches around nothing at her words, and Dana notices the way your thighs rub together; it makes her smirk as she looks at Cassie. “Do you want us to take you to bed, baby?” Cassie asks, and you whimper as she moves your damp hair aside and drags her tongue across your neck.
“Please,” you whine as Dana removes her thumb from your mouth. “Fuck, I need you both.”
“There she is,” Dana grins. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it any longer. We see the way you look at us, darlin'. We feel the way you react when we touch you.”
“Do you touch yourself thinking about us?” Cassie asks, nipping your ear.
“Yes,” you sigh as Dana cups your breasts, her thumbs rubbing over your peaked nipples through the damp fabric, your towel pooled around your waist now.
“Good girl,” Cassie growls and your clit throbs again.
“Sweet girl has a praise kink,” Dana says. “Come on, carry her upstairs so we can make her feel sooo good,” she pouts. “My poor, neglected baby.”
You yelp when Cassie lifts you into her arms, carrying you bridal style. Your arms wrap around her neck, and you giggle as she climbs the stairs with you, Dana following closely.
“She’s strong, isn’t she, baby?” Dana asks.
“Yes, mommy,” you say, feeling Cassie’s bicep as she settles you on the bed. You’re suddenly aware of how little you are wearing when the two of them stare down at you. Their gazes make you squirm.
“S’okay, sweet girl,” Dana says. “You’re so beautiful; let me look at you.”
You untie the bow on the side of your bikini top and let it fall open, watching their reactions as your heavy breasts spill free. “Fuck,” Cassie hisses, running her fingers through her hair. “Can we touch you?”
“Please,” you whimper, back arching, breasts begging for their touch. Cassie removes her tank top and climbs on the bed in only her sweatpants, no bra, her nipples hard. Her mouth immediately latches onto your left nipple without warning, and you moan.
“She’s good with her mouth, “ Dana tells you as she slides out of her silk outfit. She isn’t wearing any underwear, and you whimper at the sight of her naked body. Her stomach is firm, her legs are toned, her breasts are smaller than yours but a perfect handful and so perky, and she has a mound of dark curls between her legs that make your own legs fall open involuntarily.
“You like what you see?” Cassie asks, noticing how your chest starts to heave as you watch her wife. “She’s perfect, isn’t she? Now you see why I can’t keep my hands off her. Come here,” she says, ushering Dana closer. “Let her touch you.”
You feel the mattress dip as Dana climbs on the bed, and her knee lands beside your hip, the other one between your legs as she settles over your thigh. You can feel the heat radiating off her core as she bends down to kiss you softly. She is gentle, like she is savouring the taste of your mouth, her tongue sliding in so she can taste the toothpaste you used before your swim. And then her hands move to your hair, tugging your head back so she has access to your neck. She bites down gently on your throat, and you moan, hips bucking up into her so your thigh presses against her cunt.
“Ride her,” Cassie instructs Dana. “Use her, baby.” Dana apparently doesn’t need to be told twice, and she rocks her hips against your skin, leaving a trail of slick mess on your leg every time she moves. Her lips suck at your neck, licking, biting, kissing gently as she takes what she needs. You feel yourself getting wetter, tingling more, and the throbbing intensifies once Dana shuffles her knee against your soaked bikini bottoms.
“Good girls,” Cassie says, removing her sweatpants so the strap she’s still wearing bounces free. “Mommy’s gonna cum on your leg, is that okay?”
“Yes,” you whine. “Please cum all over me.”
“Oh darling, she will,” Cassie chuckles, watching as Dana moves faster. She sits up straight, throwing her head back as she chases her release. Your hands move to her hips, and you help her drag, watching as her puffy clit drags up and down. It looks like it feels so good, and her moans and the look on her face tell you as much.
“Cum,” Cassie demands, and Dana shudders, crying out as her orgasm ripples through her body. She keeps moving until it gets too much, and then she climbs off you, lying down next to you. She laces her fingers with yours and brings your knuckles to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss there.
“Mommy needs a minute,” she laughs, blonde hair sticking to her damp forehead. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you now.”
Cassie unties your bikini bottoms and groans at the sight of your wet pussy. The wetness is practically dripping from you, oozing down your folds. She can’t wait to get her mouth on you. She settles between your legs and spreads you open, dragging her tongue up and down your slit. You buck, moaning loudly.
“Good girl,” Dana mumbles. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” you gasp as Cassie nudges her nose against your clit while her tongue probes in and out of you. “F-feels better than I imagined.”
“No one's eaten you out before?” Dana smirks, and you shake your head. “You poor thing. Just lie back, let Daddy do her thing. Her tongue is amazing; she loves eating pussy.”
Mm,” Cassie moans, slurping up your juices. The sound is embarrassing, but Dana squeezes your hand.
“That’s so sexy,” she says. “You’re so wet for us, sweet girl.”
“Mhmm,” you nod, your back arching off the bed as Cassie brings you closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“Let go for us,” Dana says, stroking your cheek. “Cum on Daddy’s tongue, let her taste you.”
You gasp, breath hitching. You look into Dana’s eyes; her hand holds your chin in place so you can’t look away, and your whole body shakes as you start to cum. “Eyes on me,” she demands; her hand moves across your stomach and she pushes down gently above your pubic bone as you come. It is overwhelming, and you cry out as your climax hits you suddenly and you feel yourself squirt all over Cassie’s face.
“Fuck,” Cassie hums appreciatively, licking up the wetness. “Have you ever done that before?” Your eyes are wide, and you shake your head, cheeks flushed, breath staggered.
“Good girl,” Dana grins.
Cassie flips you onto your front, so your face is mere inches from Dana’s cunt, and she lifts your hips so your ass is in the air. “Gonna fuck you now,” she announces. Dana slides her fingers through your hair, and you lick your lips, admiring her pussy.
“You can taste, if you want,” she smirks. “No pressure.”
You lean forward and lick a stripe up her folds, looking up at her. She watches you, stroking your hair as you taste her slick lips. She tastes amazing, and you moan, swirling your tongue around lazily. Cassie presses the tip of the dildo against your entrance, and you moan, your hand gripping Dana’s thigh bruisingly.
“Fuck, she’s so tight, Dana,” Cassie moans as she slides into you. Your pussy grips the dildo; it steals your breath, causing your mouth to stop as you adjust to the length inside of you.
“Good girl,” Dana says. “Breathe through it so it doesn’t hurt.”
“Colour?” Cassie asks, pushing all the way until she bottoms out. You gasp, holding onto Dana shakily.
“G-green,” you whimper. “Please, fuck me.”
“Mm, filthy girl,” Cassie laughs. “Keep eating mommy’s pussy for me, make her feel good so I can reward you.”
You spread Dana open with your fingers and wrap your lips around her clit, sucking hungrily. “Fuck,” she groans, writhing against your mouth. Cassie grips your hips and pulls out until the head of the cock is barely inside of you, and then she thrusts all the way back in again, bumping the deepest part of you and making you moan into Dana.
She finds a steady pace, rocking into you like she did with Dana this morning. It feels amazing; you whine and whimper as she fucks you so deep you can feel it in your throat. “You like Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” Dana purrs. “I can tell by how sloppy you’re getting. You can barely think, can you?”
“Mm,” you whine, licking her clit slowly.
“Such a good girl. Daddy loves stuffing your pretty cunt, I can tell by the look on her face. She is having so much fun, baby. You’re making her feel so good.”
“She’s so wet, Dana,” Cassie grunts, “I’m practically slipping out.”
“Ohh,” Dana coos. “You just love being full of cock, don’t you?” she strokes your cheek as you flick your tongue against her clit. “You want daddy to cum in you, stuff you all full of semen, fill you to the brim?” she asks. “You want her to fill you so many times you leave here pregnant? You wanna give us a baby, sweet girl?”
For some reason, her words make you throb, and you nod your head frantically at the idea of them breeding you. You know it’s impossible, but you also know that won’t stop them from trying. And that thought sends you tumbling over the edge.
Your orgasm hits you suddenly, unexpectedly, and you shudder, crying out against Dana’s clit. Cassie fucks you through it, feeling herself slip even deeper once you climax. “Fuck,” she groans. “Look at you, cumming all over me like the dirty girl you are.”
She lifts her legs so she is squatting over you, and she hits so deep now that your eyes roll into the back of your head and you can’t breathe. Her hands push you down into the mattress as she fucks you so hard and deep it hurts, and your body rocks against Dana the harder she thrusts.
“Fuck,” Dana moans as your face hits her whole pussy. “I’m gonna cum all over your face, princess,” she says. “Please. Oh shit,” she groans, bucking against your open mouth. You feel her squirt, and you swallow every last drop as Cassie continues to ram into you.
“Daddy!” you whine. “Please, s’too much.”
“You can take it,” she grunts. “Such a good girl, I know you can give me another one.”
The dildo grinds against her clit, and she becomes breathless as she slams into you so hard the headboard bangs against the wall repeatedly. You imagine she was fucking Dana like this last night when you heard them.
“Wanna…” you gasp. “Wanna watch you f-fuck mommy.”
“Give us one more orgasm, and you can have whatever you want, sweet girl,” Dana pants. “I know you want to.” She looks into your eyes and pouts when she sees them full of tears. “Ohhh, shhh, s’okay, you don’t need to cry, darlin’. Let me help.”
Suddenly Cassie is pulling you so you’re flush against her chest, and you can feel her nipples dragging against your back as she fucks you. “Such a good girl,” she whispers in your ear as Dana repositions so her mouth is between the two of you. Before you can even register what is happening, Dana is licking your clit while Cassie fucks you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you try to buck, but they both hold you in place.
“Let mommy help,” Cassie grunts. “Fuck, m’so close,” she whines. “Can I cum in you, sweet thing?”
“Yes,” you whine. “Please, I want your cum dripping out of me all day,” you say as Dana sucks on your clit. When she grazes her teeth against the puffy bud, you scream. Cassie hits you even deeper, and the two of them work you so hard that you cum twice in one go, sticky wetness dripping out from you and all over Dana.
“Cumming,” Cassie announces, squeezing the base of the dildo so the liquid inside squirts out and coats your tight walls. She climaxes at the same time, hips sputtering messily as she makes sure you take every last drop of the thick liquid. You sniffle, overwhelmed, oversensitive and on top of the fucking world, and Dana slides out from between you and kneels in front of you.
Cassie is still behind you, still inside of you, and Dana holds your waist, pressing soft kisses to your tear-stained cheeks. “It’s okay,” she says so softly your bottom lip wobbles. “You did so good for us, princess. Let it all out.”
And her words make you crumble, causing you to burst into tears in her arms. She wraps her arms around you and rocks you, your face buried in the crook of her neck. “Felt so good, didn’t it?” She asks, stroking your hair. Cassie rubs your back as she holds you from behind, and you are truly sandwiched between them now.
“I’m sorry,” you cry. “I don’t know why I’m so emotional.”
“Your body is flooding with endorphins,” Cassie reminds you, kissing your neck. “And no one has ever loved on you like this before.”
“They haven’t,” you confirm, whimpering when Cassie pulls out. Dana notices and chuckles.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more time for fucking this weekend,” she assures you. “Right now, we’re gonna clean you up, and Mommy’s gonna make you some breakfast. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good,” you nod, sniffling. Dana lays you down gently, stroking your cheek. She kisses you, and you melt into her touch. Cassie returns with a warm washcloth, and you look down as she starts to gently wipe between your legs.
“Make sure you go pee,” she insists. “We don’t need any UTI’s ruining our weekend.”
And Dana holds you as her wife wipes up your puffy pussy, and your mind goes fuzzier than ever– because fuck, you think you’re in love with these women, and you don’t know how life is ever supposed to be normal again.
tags: 18+ minors DNI, smut, reader has a dick, they/them pronouns used for reader, handjob, premature ejaculation, ‘my little boy’
words: 633
heavily inspired by @mommyslittlebird’s wonderful writing
You’re both lying on the couch, you snuggled on top of her, when Wanda says,
“I think it’s time.”
You look up at her curiously. She doesn’t normally announce the end of cuddle time. “Time?”
“Time for baby to finally fuck mommy.”
You immediately push yourself up.
“Really?” you ask eagerly.
“Really,” Wanda says with a fond smile.
“But I thought you said I wasn’t ready,” you say, trying not to wriggle with excitement. Wanda grabs your chin and pulls you close enough your lips brush hers.
“You can hold it for mommy, can’t you?” she asks softly. You nod quickly, eyes wide. She tries to kiss you but it doesn’t last long with her smiling into it. She tries again but it breaks again. She reaches down instead. You’re still kneeling over her, hands by her shoulders. You look down to follow her hands.
You’re already hard. It started the moment you realised she was actually going to allow you inside of her. Wanda pulls your boxers down and frowns in mock concern.
“Are you hard yet, honey?”
Heat flushes through you as you duck your head. She asks that every time.
“It’s okay if you aren’t. Babies can have trouble sometimes, hm? Or is my baby not excited by their reward?”
“I am, mommy!” you insist, voice near a whine. “I’m hard.”
Wanda makes a considering noise before gently wrapping her hand around your length. Your tip barely pokes out. You stiffen further in her hold.
“You certainly feel hard,” she muses. Her hand squeezes lightly and your hips jerk up into the feeling. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just so hard to tell with how small you are.”
“I— I know, mommy,” you say, voice high. You still can’t meet her eyes.
“Mommy better make sure, hm? Her baby does get confused sometimes.”
You try to deny getting confused but she starts stroking you and your mouth falls open instead. Even with all your training it still feels so good. Your hips jut into her hand, uneven compared to her calm stroking. It’s barely a minute before she’s pulling away and you’re panting hard. She’s trained you enough that you didn’t even get close. A few months ago and it would’ve been a miracle if she wrapped her whole hand around you before you came.
“Definitely hard,” Wanda murmurs, sounding proud. She tilts your head back up towards her and pulls you in for another kiss. This one lasts. Your eagerness accidentally makes it messy but Wanda doesn’t push you away. You grind eagerly as you kiss her. Wanda is quick to still your hips so you don’t get close to coming.
“And what does my baby boy want?”
“Wanna— “ you make a strangled whining sound. “Wanna come in mommy.”
“That’s a very high goal.” You’re concentrating too hard to try and respond. “Or very low, depending on how you look at it. If that’s your goal, mommy will barely be fucked at all before her little boy loses control.”
You shake your head rapidly in denial.
“Wanna fuck mommy.”
Normally you aren’t allowed to say naughty words like that but mommy lets it slide when you’re repeating her.
“Show mommy,” Wanda says, voice rough.
Wanda guides your dick between her folds and that’s the end. You feel her wetness first and then her heat. It’s enough to engulf the tiny head of your dick and you come.
Hips juddering, your tip sliding through her wetness, mommy cooing quietly at you, her hands rubbing your sides. You slump against her. Nuzzling to find her warm, soft skin.
“Poor thing,” she murmurs in mock pity, “and so close too. I guess my baby isn’t ready to fuck mommy just yet, hmm?”
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