Baran buying Trinity days of the week underwear… soemthing something something accident… something something… “I normally don’t wash Monday until Tuesday.” Baran age play teasing Trinity with them….
days of the week underwear is actually so fucking cute oh my godddd
notes: ageplay, mommy kink, pussy spanking
maybe baran implementing it when trinity gets so overworked that her sense of time is all fucked up, forgetting what day it is and such. baran buying such a cute pack of underwear for her girl. trinity making a face, saying, "what am i, five?" but her cheeks are flushed.
"only if you want to be, babygirl."
baran making trinity show her that she's got the right day on. taking her into the bathroom at work and tugging her scrub pants down, smiling when she sees trinity clenching her thighs together.
sometimes if trinity is feeling bratty, she'll deliberately put the wrong ones on. baran frowning when she sees "Tuesday" on a Saturday.
"that's not even close, honey."
trinity shrugs. "just grabbed one."
baran also using it as a way to see if trinity's done her chores (laundry). because she only got trin one set, in order to pass inspection, she has to do laundry weekly <3
if trinity messes up, baran will spank her cunt over the panties, making them get all soaked. tugging them taut to make the fabric dig into trinity's needy clit. trinty trying to reach down to push baran away but baran just swats her hand away.
"no, honey. you could've gotten out of this," baran would scold, pinning trinity's wrists to her chest while the other hand is still yanking up trinity's panties, getting them all pushed up into her slit, soaking the fabric even more. "you know the rules."
"'m sorry, please, it stings--"
"mama will kiss it better afterwards. once you've learned your lesson."
mcvadi nonsexual dominance is making me vibrate off my fucking skin. cassie cooking for victoria, packing her food, choosing clothes for her to wear, hooking her necklace for her even when her eyes are so bad she has to squint to see where the loop is. starting to realize this is fauxcest adjacent so i’m gonna burst holy fuck but thinking about the chores too. cassie tutting when victoria leaves the dining table a mess of her notebooks and laptop and her textbooks, before telling her to clean it all up, and victoria’s raised strictly so it’s already been a habit to clean up even without being told but she started getting sloppier because of her dynamic with cassie. she likes it when cassie orders her around, when cassie leans over and says, “not like that sweetie, like this.” and victoria nods, quiet, meek, before running to their bedroom to hide the obvious needy look in her eyes. thinking about cassie putting on victoria’s shoes for her, then taking them off for her too; about pulling victoria’s legs to her lap so she can massage at her tensed calves. thinking about the praises. so many of them. my smart girl, my capable baby, my beautiful princess, i’m so proud of you.
victoria would refer to herself as determined, but cassie likes to call it greedy when it comes to challenging herself during sex. and cassie knows that vic likes it too, being called her greedy girl when cassie is pounding into her.
but victoria's really outdone herself this time. all week, she's been teasing cassie relentlessly. sending her pictures of the steadily increasing size of plugs stuffed inside her tight hole. all of them with cute purple gems that peek between vic's cheeks.
occasionally, cassie's caught victoria biting her lip when she moves through the pitt, and her cunt aches at the thought of victoria clenching around the plug while saving lives.
cassie tugging victoria into the bathroom, stuffing her hand down the back of vic's scrubs and teasing at the plug. "fuck, baby. you're driving me nuts."
"cassie, don't start something you can't finish."
"mmm i know, i know. just wanted to feel you..."
and then by the end of the week, victoria begs cassie to use her biggest strap on her. gets on all fours and spread her ass open. cassie eases the plug out, holding it at the widest point for a moment before pulling it out completely. vic's little hole winks and clenches around nothing and cassie can't stand waiting any longer.
cassie pushing her lubed up strap into victoria's hole. hand on her back saying, "relax, babygirl...daddy's gotcha..."
"fuck, so big."
"i know, sweetheart," cassie murmurs, thrusting slow, stretching her sweet girl open. "but you're doin' so good for me. that feel good?"
cassie pulls out all the way, just to see vic gape. her rim all sensitive and slick from the lube, hole open just for her daddy.
"jesus," cassie breathes out. "such a pretty little fuckhole..."
"mhmm," vic moans, taking deep breaths when cassie pushes back in, and her thighs meet her ass as cassie hilts fully inside.
"god. god look at you baby," cassie moans. "'m so deep inside you. you feel daddy, baby? all the way in your tummy?"
cassie and victoria go out for the evening and cassie suggests a pool hall for a change rather than the cinema. they’re still just friends but they usually try and do something after work at least once a month to take their mind off things
cassie uses it as an excuse to put her hands on victoria’s hips, press her tits up against victoria’s back, and to feel her shiver as cassie’s breath hits her cheek 😵💫
what she’s doing is alright, isn’t it? cassie is just trying to teach a young woman how to play pool and not embarrass herself in the future. if she notices victoria missing a shot on purpose, she doesn’t comment on it — just steps in behind victoria again and shows her where to hit the ball
Victoria being a manipulative little freak is #yeah. Loudly complaining to Cassie about how bad living at home is, how she just needs to move out even if she doesn’t technically have a place yet, and Cassie-offers-her-jacket- whenever- Victoria-‘forgets’-hers-McKay takes the bait hook, line and, sinker. She offers Vic her spare bedroom, “until she finds somewhere better,” not knowing that Victoria has absolutely no intention of leaving.
She starts small: walking around the house in the tiniest shorts she owns, leaning over Cassie with a low-cut shirt, sitting a little too close on the couch. She was prepared for Cassie to potentially catch on, distance herself, maybe even outright reject her. But she didn’t expect Cassie to be so goddamn easy. The way her hands find Victoria’s hips when she goes to grab something that’s above her, squeezing briefly before being snatched back. How she suddenly starts calling her ‘kid,’ like that’ll make them stop, like they aren’t both drunk on the wrongness of it all. Victoria, of course, revels in it. She pushes harder, digs down into that sick, shameful part of herself and thrusts it into Cassie’s hands. When Cassie finally, finally breaks, it’s with a hand down Victoria’s shorts and tears pressed against her neck, babbling apologies, “‘m sorry, I couldn’t–fuck, I can’t help myself–‘m so sorry baby please, please” Victoria’s practically beaming against her. Cassie fucking her on the kitchen counter while she begs for her forgiveness? Like she’d ever find something better than this.
This is an appreciation ask because it’s so hard to find writers who don’t ONLY write McKay as a service top (not saying I don’t like that either)
Like even acknowledging she has boobs is just so life changing to me 🥹
i’m not massively into top/bottom dynamics so i usually tend to write people as switches i guess? i also enjoy looking at mcvadi/barantos/crashtos in different ways and writing what i think is hot for them
omega4omega crashtos rubbing their cunts together 😵💫😵💫😵💫 victoria gets so wet that it leaves a puddle underneath her and she begs for trinity to fuck her harder
victoria has a big clit and it drives trinity crazy and each time it gets close to her hole — she has to squeeze her eyes shut so she doesn’t come
trinity fucking victoria with a knotted dildo while victoria has trinity’s boxers stuffed in her mouth 😵💫
aaand if we - me - were req another fauxcest mcvadi fic .. ? maybe with a hint - or abundance - of dacryphilia orrrrrrrrrrrr ..??? idk :)
sleazy pervy cassie coaxing victoria into calling her mom in bed…
vic’s all shy at first, blushing profusely the first time cassie suggests it, almost offhandedly, while they’re lounging on the couch. victoria stammers through a response, a lot of i don’t knows and what ifs—cassie simply scoops her up onto her lap, petting all over the squirming girl, assuring her baby, it’s just a fantasy. don’t i always take care of you? i just want you to feel good, sweetheart. cassie’s face remains impassive at vic’s hesitation, shrugging as if it means nothing, cradling victoria’s face in her hand and leaning in for a tender kiss.
cassie’s extra careful, knows how to work her up to it, how to move so her girl is pliant beneath her, a cute little doll. hands moving feather-soft, lips brushing a sensitive spot on her neck, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as she begins to undress her. she has victoria naked from the waist down in record time, an arm draped across her face as thrusts into cassie’s face. a thin layer of sweat covers her body, her moans turning breathy and broken as she tries so so hard to come, but cassie keeps stilling her hips every time she gets close, strong forearms flexed keeping her in place.
please, please, cass—ah,ah—m’so close, it hurts, please. i’ve been so good. can’t hold it, need it.
but cassie doesn’t give in; she grips even tighter, already feeling the bruises blooming underneath her fingers. she looks up at victoria, her own face shining under the faint tv glow, covered in slick. oh, i know, i know you need it. and i always make you feel so good, don’t i, honey? but you know what i want. c’mon, just say it for me, sweet girl. she coos, tracing patterns on vic’s thigh, smiling growing predatory as the muscle twitches. the poor girl’s so pent-up.
victoria huffs, growing impatient, grabbing onto cassie's hair with her free hand. she forces cassie's head up, neck craned, nose bumping her clit, tongue lolled out and limp against her drooling hole. cassie can feel how desperate she is, warm and pulsing, fluttering against her tongue, trying to suck her in.
vic musters all of her strength into a particularly harsh thrust, nearly ripping herself forward, a sob tearing up her throat when cassie's tongue finally, finally nestles inside of her. she starts humping again, sloppy, uncoordinated, pulling cassie's hair so tight it must hurt, but cassie only laughs, the sound muffled between her legs. vic's pathetically close again and she knows cassie won't let her come if she doesn't comply, if she doesn't behave.
her whines come out airy and high, lower lip slotted between her teeth as she gives in. nghh, m-mom, mom, please. i wanna—wanna come all over your mouth. wanna make a mess on mama’s couch.
white-hot embarrassment flashes through her, stinging behind her eyes and tightening her throat. her face crumples, a few tears spilling over and rolling down her cheeks, dropping onto cassie's spit-slick face and mixing with the wetness already coating her skin. she hates how good it feels to cry like this, to be small and vulnerable for cassie, who groans at the sight, biting into the tender skin of her inner thigh, making her buckle.
cassie pulls away, grabbing vic's waist and lifting her up, her slick cunt hovering above her, wetness trailing down her thighs in thin, glistening strands. vic starts crying in earnest, pleading,—pretty please, mom. please, i've been your good girl— trying hard to ground down, desperate for any friction. cassie caresses the soft skin of her belly, relishing as vic's whole body trembles with sobs. this is her favorite game; getting the girl so worked up she's dumbed down, reduced to a mindless thing, messy and weeping, begging for permission to come.
shh, shh, it's okay. mama’s gonna make you come, m'kay? mama just wants to look at your face while she fucks you. such pretty tears, god, how did i get so lucky, huh? mom’s girl, mom’s sweet doll.
cassie flips them over, crawling on top of victoria, hovering over her, taking in every tear-streaked inch of her. she leans down, tongue tracing the wet tracks on vic's cheeks, shushing her all the while, voice faux-sweet. she works three fingers inside, vic's needy cunt sucking them in with no resistance, and sets a bruising pace, pistoning in and out, palm hitting her puffy clit.
the wet, gushing sounds are obscene, proof of how much vic's getting off on this, and it's so so wrong it makes her flush with shame, the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest, painting her skin a pretty, blotchy pink. the tears come faster now, trailing down her face, her neck, reaching her still clothed chest, wetting the worn cotton.
oh, no, no, you look so cute like this, baby. mom’s sick, sick little girl. you love it, don’t you? being your mom’s plaything, letting her do whatever she wants to you. don’t be embarrassed, doll. mom loves it too.
victoria hiccups, moans morphing into crying, hips following the rhythm of cassie’s thrusts. her body arches into each movement, desperate to be closer, hands reaching for whatever she can touch—cassie's shoulders, her neck, the damp hair at her temples. cassie roughly lifts up vic's shirt, puts the hem of it in her mouth to hold it up, muffling her whimpers. she licks and bites at her nipples, turning them an angry shade of red, tasting the salt of her sweat and her tears.
it's so nice to be taken care of like this, to be pampered, to be turned into an obedient little thing, her mind going blank and quiet, all the usual noise of her thoughts replaced by cassie's hands and cassie's voice and the steady rhythm of being held down and taken apart. the orgasm builds so quickly she barely has time to react, crashing through her, punching out a drawn-out scream. she thrashes on the couch, legs kicking, her cunt trying to push cassie out, but cassie keeps pumping into her, relentless, working her through every last pulse.
you throwing a fit, baby? be good and stay still while i fuck you through it.
cassie takes pity on her and stills her movements, staying buried inside her, thumbing absentmindedly at her clit, petting, savoring how oversensitive her girl is, how every little touch makes her flinch and whimper. my perfect girl, you did so good. so beautiful for your mom. so pretty when you come, when you cry for me. i love you, sweetheart. mom loves you so much.
cassie maneuvers them around, so she's lying on her back, vic perched comfortably on her chest. she finally pulls out, earning a whine from the girl, and brings her fingers up, tips pruned from the wetness of her cunt. with a simple open, she pushes inside vic's wanting mouth. vic suckles lazily at them, tasting herself, licking them clean, her eyes fluttering shut.
she burrows into cassie's chest, breathing slowing, her body going slack, all fuzzy-brained and fucked out. cassie wraps an arm around her, humming something low and tuneless, the vibration rumbling through her chest against vic's cheek. vic drifts off to the sound of it, to the warmth of cassie's skin and the faint, steady beat of her heart.
cassie laying back on the bed and hanging her head off the edge so that trans girl victoria can throat fuck her properly 😵💫😵💫 she’s been daydreaming for weeks about having her girl’s cock buried in her throat
victoria is hesitant at first until cassie convinces her it’s what she wants. mommy wants her baby girl to fuck her throat — you’re always so good for me, sweetheart. i know you can do it. i’ll let you choose where you want to come, too. down my throat or over my tits?
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