azra

i’m your secretary

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.ᐟ she/her . 20 . queer . middle eastern . femme .

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please please please read this before requesting btw

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SANCTUARY ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ mommy!adult!lottie x fem!reader ⋮ requested

⸝⸝ warnings : nsfw , mdni . mommy kink . legal age gap . thigh grinding (r!receiving) . fingering (r!receiving) . edging . begging . praise . dirty talk . established relationship .

wc : 1.6k

you’re straddling lottie’s thigh, her caftan hiked up so the bare skin of her leg presses right against your pussy. she’s leaning back against the headboard, one hand loose on your hip, guiding you in slow rolls that drag your clit along her muscle. the other hand rests on your lower back, warm and steady.

you grip her shoulders, nails digging in a little as you grind down harder. her thigh flexes under you and you bite back a moan, hips stuttering. “mommy…” you whimper.

she tilts her head, watching you with a calm half-smile. “what’s wrong, baby? you need more?” her thumb strokes your hip bone, small circles that don’t match the ache building between your legs. you shake your head but keep moving, slick coating her skin, making every slide messy.

“please,” you mutter, forehead dropping to her shoulder. she smells like her usual lotion and something warmer underneath. you rock faster, chasing friction, but it’s not enough. never enough when she’s like this.

lottie hums, hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck. “use your words. tell mommy what you want.” she flexes her thigh again and you gasp, clit throbbing against her. your thighs are already starting to burn but you don’t stop, grinding down desperate and sloppy.

“your fingers,” you manage, voice cracking. “want your fingers, mommy.”

she clicks her tongue softly, almost amused. “not yet. you’re doing so well riding my thigh. look at the mess you’re making.” her hand drifts down, fingertips brushing where you’re sliding against her leg, collecting some of the slick and bringing it up to her mouth. she licks it off, eyes never leaving your face. “taste so sweet, baby.”

you whine, hips jerking harder. the ache is deep, pussy clenching around nothing while you rub yourself raw on her thigh. sweat’s starting to bead on your back, lottie pulls you closer so your breasts press against her chest. her nipple is hard under the thin fabric of her caftan, you can feel it every time you move.

“mommy, please,” you try again, grinding slow and deep, trying to get more pressure on your clit. “i need- i need you inside me. can’t… can’t keep going.” your legs are trembling, muscles burning, but the desperation keeps you moving.

lottie kisses the side of your head, soft and patient. “you can. you’re my good girl. keep going. make yourself nice and wet for mommy’s fingers.” (as if you’re not already drenched) she shifts her leg a little higher and you moan louder, the new angle hitting perfect. your hands fist in her caftan, pulling it tighter across her body.

you don’t know how long you’re there rocking against her thigh, getting more and more frantic. every time you get close she slows you down with a hand on your hip, dragging it out until you’re panting and cursing under your breath. “fuck, lottie. please. i’m so fucking close.”

“i know, but that’s not my name,” she murmurs, finally sliding her hand between your bodies. two fingers press against your entrance but don’t push in. just teasing, circling your hole while you keep grinding on her thigh. “beg a little nicer and maybe mommy will give you what you need.”

you’re past caring how you sound. “mommy,” you correct yourself. “fuck me. i’ll do anything, just… please.” your voice breaks and she finally pushes those two fingers in, slow and deep. you cry out, clenching hard around them, hips still moving on her thigh.

“there we go,” she coos, curling her fingers just right. “such a good girl. so tight and wet.” she starts fucking you with them, matching the rhythm of your hips so every grind pushes her fingers deeper. the stretch feels so perfect after all that teasing.

you ride her hand for a while, thighs burning, breath coming short. lottie’s other arm wraps around your waist, holding you steady while she works you open. she adds a third finger and you moan broken, forehead pressed to her collarbone. “too much?” she asks, but her voice says she already knows the answer.

“no, don’t stop,” you gasp, rolling your hips faster. the wet sounds are obscene, your slick dripping down her wrist and soaking her thigh even more. she keeps the pace steady, thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles.

“that’s it, honey. doing so good for me… almost there.” her mouth finds your neck, sucking lightly, then harder when you whimper. you can feel her smiling against your skin every time your pussy clenches around her.

your legs are shaking bad, exhaustion mixing with the building orgasm. lottie notices, and she eases you off her thigh and onto your back without pulling her fingers out, settling between your spread legs. “okay. let me take over.”

she fucks you harder, three fingers pumping deep and steady, thumb never leaving your clit. her free hand pins one of your thighs open wider, spreading you so she can watch. “look at this pretty pussy taking me so well,” she says, almost to herself.

you grab at her forearm, nails digging in as the pressure builds fast. “mommy, i’m gonna-“

“go ahead,” she says softly, curling her fingers harder. “come for mommy.”

that seems to push you over the edge, your back arching off the bed, pussy gushing around her fingers. she keeps moving until you’re whining, only then does she slow down, but she doesn’t pull out. just keeps them buried deep, gentle pulses that make you clench around her.

“good girl,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss you slow and deep. her tongue slides against yours, lazy and warm. when she pulls back she rests her forehead on yours, breathing steady while you try to catch yours. “think you can give me another one?”

you whimper, still fluttering around her fingers. “okay,” you manage to get out.

lottie smiles, and starts moving her fingers again, slow and deep. she kisses your jaw, then your neck, sucking another mark while her fingers curl against your g-spot.

you rock your hips up to meet her, chasing the feeling even though your body’s tired. she lets you set the pace for a bit, then takes over again, fucking you with purpose. her thumb rubs your clit in time with her thrusts and you’re moaning her name, mixed with broken curses.

she shifts, hooking one of your legs over her shoulder so she can get deeper. the new angle makes you see stars. “yes… f-fuck, fuck! right there,” you gasp, hand flying down to grip her wrist to keep her there.

“yeah? you like that?” she asks, voice low, kissing down your ankle. she moves her hand harder, and you cry out, clenching tight. “mommy knows exactly what you need, doesn’t she?”

you nod fast, hips jerking. the orgasm builds slower this time but stronger, deep in your core. lottie keeps talking you through it. “that’s my girl. gonna come for me again?”

when you come it’s with a broken moan, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing hard around her. she works you through it, fingers slowing but not stopping until you’re limp and panting. then she eases out, bringing her soaked fingers up to her mouth. she licks her them slow, eyes half-lidded, watching you the whole time.

you pull her down on top of you, kissing her. she tastes like you and it makes your stomach flip. “i want to make you feel good,” you mumble against her mouth, hand sliding down her body.

lottie catches your wrist gently, shaking her head. “no, baby. just let me feel you. you’ve had such a rough week, hm? let me take care of you.” she rolls you both so you’re tucked against her side, leg thrown over hers.

you nuzzle into her neck, breathing her in while your heartbeat slows. she strokes your hair with her other hand, humming softly. after a few minutes lottie shifts, getting up so she can get you water and a wet cloth to clean you up.

you make a small protesting sound when she leaves the bed, already missing her warmth, but she just smiles down at you, brushing damp hair off your forehead. “i’ll be right back, honey. stay put.” her voice is still calm, a little rough around the edges.

she pads across the room barefoot, caftan slipping back into place. you watch her go, eyes heavy, body boneless against the sheets. when she comes back she’s got a glass of water in one hand and a warm cloth in the other. she sits on the edge of the bed first, helping you sit up enough to drink. “small sips,” she murmurs, holding the glass to your lips. you take them slow, cool water soothing your throat, and she watches you the whole time with a soft focused look.

once you’ve had enough she sets the glass on the nightstand and gently pushes you back down. the cloth is warm and damp as she wipes between your legs, careful and thorough, cleaning up the mess you made. every pass of the fabric makes you twitch a little, still sensitive, and she coos quietly. “it’s okay. almost done.”

when she’s finished she tosses the cloth aside and climbs back in, pulling you against her chest again. her arms wrap around you tight, one leg hooked over yours like she’s anchoring you. you bury your face in her neck once more, breathing her in deep, and she presses a slow kiss to the top of your head.

“better?” she asks, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

“yeah,” you mumble, already drifting. “thank you.”

lottie hums, holding you closer. her hand keeps stroking your hair until your eyes get too heavy to keep open, the steady rhythm of her breathing lulling you under.

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thanks tumblr how nice of you to put it back up finally ☺️ (😒😒😒)

still won’t take smut requests until this HOPEFULLY gets fixed

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if you want to request something, let it be fluff or suggestive, actually can’t post any smut for the time being :,( i’m about to give up on tumblr istg

and over half my requests are smut soo 😭

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can request angst as well my bad

i love angst

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if you want to request something, let it be fluff, angst or suggestive, actually can’t post any smut for the time being :,( i’m about to give up on tumblr istg

and over half my requests are smut soo 😭

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SANCTUARY ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ mommy!adult!lottie x fem!reader ⋮ requested

⸝⸝ warnings : nsfw , mdni . mommy kink . legal age gap . thigh grinding (r!receiving) . fingering (r!receiving) . edging . begging . praise . dirty talk . established relationship .

wc : 1.6k

you’re straddling lottie’s thigh, her caftan hiked up so the bare skin of her leg presses right against your pussy. she’s leaning back against the headboard, one hand loose on your hip, guiding you in slow rolls that drag your clit along her muscle. the other hand rests on your lower back, warm and steady.

you grip her shoulders, nails digging in a little as you grind down harder. her thigh flexes under you and you bite back a moan, hips stuttering. “mommy…” you whimper.

she tilts her head, watching you with a calm half-smile. “what’s wrong, baby? you need more?” her thumb strokes your hip bone, small circles that don’t match the ache building between your legs. you shake your head but keep moving, slick coating her skin, making every slide messy.

“please,” you mutter, forehead dropping to her shoulder. she smells like her usual lotion and something warmer underneath. you rock faster, chasing friction, but it’s not enough. never enough when she’s like this.

lottie hums, hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck. “use your words. tell mommy what you want.” she flexes her thigh again and you gasp, clit throbbing against her. your thighs are already starting to burn but you don’t stop, grinding down desperate and sloppy.

“your fingers,” you manage, voice cracking. “want your fingers, mommy.”

she clicks her tongue softly, almost amused. “not yet. you’re doing so well riding my thigh. look at the mess you’re making.” her hand drifts down, fingertips brushing where you’re sliding against her leg, collecting some of the slick and bringing it up to her mouth. she licks it off, eyes never leaving your face. “taste so sweet, baby.”

you whine, hips jerking harder. the ache is deep, pussy clenching around nothing while you rub yourself raw on her thigh. sweat’s starting to bead on your back, lottie pulls you closer so your breasts press against her chest. her nipple is hard under the thin fabric of her caftan, you can feel it every time you move.

“mommy, please,” you try again, grinding slow and deep, trying to get more pressure on your clit. “i need- i need you inside me. can’t… can’t keep going.” your legs are trembling, muscles burning, but the desperation keeps you moving.

lottie kisses the side of your head, soft and patient. “you can. you’re my good girl. keep going. make yourself nice and wet for mommy’s fingers.” (as if you’re not already drenched) she shifts her leg a little higher and you moan louder, the new angle hitting perfect. your hands fist in her caftan, pulling it tighter across her body.

you don’t know how long you’re there rocking against her thigh, getting more and more frantic. every time you get close she slows you down with a hand on your hip, dragging it out until you’re panting and cursing under your breath. “fuck, lottie. please. i’m so fucking close.”

“i know, but that’s not my name,” she murmurs, finally sliding her hand between your bodies. two fingers press against your entrance but don’t push in. just teasing, circling your hole while you keep grinding on her thigh. “beg a little nicer and maybe mommy will give you what you need.”

you’re past caring how you sound. “mommy,” you correct yourself. “fuck me. i’ll do anything, just… please.” your voice breaks and she finally pushes those two fingers in, slow and deep. you cry out, clenching hard around them, hips still moving on her thigh.

“there we go,” she coos, curling her fingers just right. “such a good girl. so tight and wet.” she starts fucking you with them, matching the rhythm of your hips so every grind pushes her fingers deeper. the stretch feels so perfect after all that teasing.

you ride her hand for a while, thighs burning, breath coming short. lottie’s other arm wraps around your waist, holding you steady while she works you open. she adds a third finger and you moan broken, forehead pressed to her collarbone. “too much?” she asks, but her voice says she already knows the answer.

“no, don’t stop,” you gasp, rolling your hips faster. the wet sounds are obscene, your slick dripping down her wrist and soaking her thigh even more. she keeps the pace steady, thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles.

“that’s it, honey. doing so good for me… almost there.” her mouth finds your neck, sucking lightly, then harder when you whimper. you can feel her smiling against your skin every time your pussy clenches around her.

your legs are shaking bad, exhaustion mixing with the building orgasm. lottie notices, and she eases you off her thigh and onto your back without pulling her fingers out, settling between your spread legs. “okay. let me take over.”

she fucks you harder, three fingers pumping deep and steady, thumb never leaving your clit. her free hand pins one of your thighs open wider, spreading you so she can watch. “look at this pretty pussy taking me so well,” she says, almost to herself.

you grab at her forearm, nails digging in as the pressure builds fast. “mommy, i’m gonna-“

“go ahead,” she says softly, curling her fingers harder. “come for mommy.”

that seems to push you over the edge, your back arching off the bed, pussy gushing around her fingers. she keeps moving until you’re whining, only then does she slow down, but she doesn’t pull out. just keeps them buried deep, gentle pulses that make you clench around her.

“good girl,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss you slow and deep. her tongue slides against yours, lazy and warm. when she pulls back she rests her forehead on yours, breathing steady while you try to catch yours. “think you can give me another one?”

you whimper, still fluttering around her fingers. “okay,” you manage to get out.

lottie smiles, and starts moving her fingers again, slow and deep. she kisses your jaw, then your neck, sucking another mark while her fingers curl against your g-spot.

you rock your hips up to meet her, chasing the feeling even though your body’s tired. she lets you set the pace for a bit, then takes over again, fucking you with purpose. her thumb rubs your clit in time with her thrusts and you’re moaning her name, mixed with broken curses.

she shifts, hooking one of your legs over her shoulder so she can get deeper. the new angle makes you see stars. “yes… f-fuck, fuck! right there,” you gasp, hand flying down to grip her wrist to keep her there.

“yeah? you like that?” she asks, voice low, kissing down your ankle. she moves her hand harder, and you cry out, clenching tight. “mommy knows exactly what you need, doesn’t she?”

you nod fast, hips jerking. the orgasm builds slower this time but stronger, deep in your core. lottie keeps talking you through it. “that’s my girl. gonna come for me again?”

when you come it’s with a broken moan, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing hard around her. she works you through it, fingers slowing but not stopping until you’re limp and panting. then she eases out, bringing her soaked fingers up to her mouth. she licks her them slow, eyes half-lidded, watching you the whole time.

you pull her down on top of you, kissing her. she tastes like you and it makes your stomach flip. “i want to make you feel good,” you mumble against her mouth, hand sliding down her body.

lottie catches your wrist gently, shaking her head. “no, baby. just let me feel you. you’ve had such a rough week, hm? let me take care of you.” she rolls you both so you’re tucked against her side, leg thrown over hers.

you nuzzle into her neck, breathing her in while your heartbeat slows. she strokes your hair with her other hand, humming softly. after a few minutes lottie shifts, getting up so she can get you water and a wet cloth to clean you up.

you make a small protesting sound when she leaves the bed, already missing her warmth, but she just smiles down at you, brushing damp hair off your forehead. “i’ll be right back, honey. stay put.” her voice is still calm, a little rough around the edges.

she pads across the room barefoot, caftan slipping back into place. you watch her go, eyes heavy, body boneless against the sheets. when she comes back she’s got a glass of water in one hand and a warm cloth in the other. she sits on the edge of the bed first, helping you sit up enough to drink. “small sips,” she murmurs, holding the glass to your lips. you take them slow, cool water soothing your throat, and she watches you the whole time with a soft focused look.

once you’ve had enough she sets the glass on the nightstand and gently pushes you back down. the cloth is warm and damp as she wipes between your legs, careful and thorough, cleaning up the mess you made. every pass of the fabric makes you twitch a little, still sensitive, and she coos quietly. “it’s okay. almost done.”

when she’s finished she tosses the cloth aside and climbs back in, pulling you against her chest again. her arms wrap around you tight, one leg hooked over yours like she’s anchoring you. you bury your face in her neck once more, breathing her in deep, and she presses a slow kiss to the top of your head.

“better?” she asks, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

“yeah,” you mumble, already drifting. “thank you.”

lottie hums, holding you closer. her hand keeps stroking your hair until your eyes get too heavy to keep open, the steady rhythm of her breathing lulling you under.

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hihi !! I have an anon request and a possible Lottie fic request… if you could write ANYTHING with mommy Lottie my life is yours 🤤🤤🤤 and could I possibly be 🫎 anon ? :3

welcome, 🫎 anon!

it’s posted :pp

edit: the post got flagged, idk why this keeps happening to me 🫩 but i’m working on getting it back up

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DAMNED TO LOVING YOU ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ ex!wife!baran x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings : angst . little comfort . breach of trust . unplanned pregnancy . slightly manipulative baran . anger . betrayal . complicated reconciliation .

notes : it’s getting harder to write about baran’s son without giving him a name, so i named him kaveh, like i’ve seen others do. also, idrk where i’m going with this, don’t really have much inspiration. so if anyone wants another part (???) feel free to give me inspiration >_<

part one

wc : 1.9k

you hear a knock on the door many days later and your stomach drops like a stone. you’ve been avoiding her texts the whole time. the first one came the morning after, simple and careful: you okay? then another later that day, and another the next. you left them all on read, staring at your phone until the screen went dark, because what the hell were you supposed to say?

you open the door and baran stands there under the porch light in a dark hoodie and jeans, hair pulled back neat.

“hey,” she says, voice calm but quieter than usual. “you haven’t answered me. figured i’d check in person instead of guessing.”

you don’t invite her in. you just stand there in the doorway, arms crossed tight over your chest like that might hold everything inside. the last few days have been hell with mornings spent dry-heaving over the toilet, breasts sore and heavy, this constant low-level panic sitting in your gut that won’t quit no matter how many times you tell yourself to breathe.

you took the test this morning. two lines. faint but there, staring back at you from the bathroom counter like some kind of accusation. and now she’s here, the reason for all of it, looking at you with those soft eyes like she still has every right to show up unannounced in your life.

“now’s not a good time,” you mutter, but she steps inside anyway, closing the door soft behind her. your son is at a friend’s house for a play date, thank god. you don’t need him walking in on whatever mess this is about to become.

baran doesn’t sit down or make herself comfortable. she just leans against the wall in the entryway, hands tucked into her hoodie pockets, watching you with a patient, focused look that always made you feel seen and cornered at the same time. “you look exhausted,” she says after a minute, “talk to me. what’s going on?”

you laugh, but it comes out sharp and bitter, echoing a little in the quiet house. you turn and walk into the living room because standing in the doorway feels too exposed, and she follows without asking, her steady presence right behind you making your skin prickle.

“talk to you?” you spin on her, the words spilling out hot and fast before you can stop them. your chest feels tight, anger and fear and this stupid ache all tangled up together. “after what you did? i trusted you, baran. you looked me in the eye and promised. you said it would just be one time, that you wouldn’t-“ your voice breaks and you press a hand against your stomach without thinking, the test still sitting upstairs like some kind of bomb waiting to blow up everything again. “i think i’m pregnant. i took a test this morning and it’s positive. the lines are faint, but they’re there.”

the silence stretches for a second, thick and heavy enough that you can hear the clock ticking in the kitchen. her expression doesn’t change much at first but you catch the flicker in her eyes anyway, something satisfied and relieved that she tries to hide behind a slow blink. it makes your stomach twist harder, because of course she’d look like that. like this was part of some quiet plan she’d been turning over in her head for months.

she steps closer, slow and careful, like you’re a patient she doesn’t want to spook. “you’re sure?” she asks, voice low and even, no panic in it at all. just steady focus, like she’s already thinking three steps ahead about doctor appointments and due dates and whatever else she’s decided makes sense.

“yeah, i’m sure!” you snap, backing up until your legs hit the couch and you sit down hard. the anger bubbles up hot and fast now, mixing with the fear that’s been gnawing at you for days, making your voice shake. “you did this on purpose, didn’t you? all that ‘just one time’ bullshit, the promises while you were inside me. you lied straight to my face. you always get what you want, baran. always so fucking precise about everything except when it comes to keeping your word with me. god, i trusted you. after everything we’ve been through, i still let myself trust you.”

baran sits down on the coffee table right in front of you, knees almost touching yours, close enough that you can smell her familiar perfume. her hands rest on her thighs, fingers tapping once before she stills them completely. she meets your eyes without flinching. “i’m not gonna lie and say i regret how i felt that night,” she says quietly, honest. she’s so calm and it somehow cuts deeper than shouting. “i missed you. missed us. feeling you like that again… it felt right. natural. we’ve done it before, back when things were good.”

you scoff, the sound sharp and ugly in your throat. “i’ve already told you. we’re not. married anymore, baran.” you punctuate the words, maybe it’ll get through her head for once. “you don’t get to decide that for me. you don’t get to just… take what you want and expect me to be okay with it. i trusted you.”

she offers this small, almost sad smile that just makes the anger flare hotter. “i know,” she says, leaning forward a little, elbows on her knees. “and i’m sorry it happened that way. i meant it when i said i wouldn’t. but in the moment…” she shakes her head, a dry little huff of breath escaping like she’s half laughing at herself. “you felt too good. it came natural, like muscle memory. call it a relapse, call it me being selfish, call it whatever you want. but i’m here now. i’m not going anywhere.”

the anger mixes with something else, this deep ache that’s been sitting in your chest since the divorce papers were signed. you feel tears burning at the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. “what am i supposed to do, baran?” your voice cracks, quieter now, the fight draining into something exhausted and scared. “we’re not together. we have a kid already and it’s complicated enough without adding another one into the mix. i can’t just… pretend everything’s fine. i wake up every morning sick and terrified and all i can think about is how it feels like my choice didn’t matter to you.”

she reaches out slowly, like she’s giving you time to pull away, and rests her hand on your knee, thumb brushing gentle circles. “your choice matters,” she says softly, eyes locked on yours. “it always has. i fucked up, i own that. but this baby… it doesn’t have to be a disaster. we were a good family, even when everything else was shit.”

she leans forward, elbows on her knees, looking at you like she’s weighing every word carefully before she says it. “you don’t have to pretend everything’s okay. i’m not asking you to. but you don’t have to do any of this alone either. if you’re pregnant - and we’ll get you a proper doctor’s appointment to make sure, run the bloodwork, all of that - i’m in this. doctor’s visits, go to the gas station in the middle of the night for you, whatever you need. i can move some things around at work. hell, i can move in if you want. help with kaveh,” she pauses and looks down at your belly with a soft smile. “help with this one. we make good kids together. you know that very well.”

you stare at her, heart pounding so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs. part of you wants to yell, to shove her perfect plans right back in her face and tell her to get the hell out. but another part - the tired, lonely part that’s been missing her steady presence in the house, the way she always knew how to make things feel manageable - actually listens. it scares you how much it listens. “you can’t just say that,” you whisper, voice cracking. “move in? like it’s that simple? we fought for months before the divorce. screaming at each other, nights where neither of us could even look at each other. what makes you think this fixes anything? a baby doesn’t magically fix us.”

“it doesn’t fix everything,” she admits, voice steady but softer now, like she’s talking to you the way she talks to patients when things are delicate. she reaches out slowly and takes your hand, thumb tracing gentle circles over your knuckles the way she used to when things got heavy between you. her touch is warm, familiar, and it makes the ache in your chest worse. “but it’s a start. i never stopped loving you. never stopped wanting our family whole. this baby… it could be that. if you let it be.”

you pull your hand back but not fast, letting your fingers linger against hers for a second longer than you mean to. the contact feels dangerous, like it could pull you right back under. “i need time to think. i’m angry with you. really angry, actually. you don’t get to manipulate your way back into my life like this, no matter how much you miss us.”

she nods, no argument, just her patient look that always makes you feel seen even when you don’t want to be. “i know. and i’m not trying to manipulate you. take the time you need, azizam. i’m not going anywhere.” she pauses, glancing toward the kitchen like she can sense the dinner you abandoned when she knocked. “look, kaveh’s at his play date, right? let me stay and help with dinner. i can make kotlet, i know you both love it.” she pauses,” and probably miss it.” she shrugs. it almost makes you scoff, she just smiles and gives you a sympathetic look. “you look like you haven’t eaten properly in days either. let me do that much at least. no pressure at all, just food. and quiet if that’s what you need.”

you want to tell her no. you want to send her home and lock the door and pretend none of this is happening. but the nausea has left you drained, and the thought of cooking right now feels impossible. plus there’s that stupid, traitorous part of you that doesn’t want her to leave yet. “fine,” you mutter, standing up on shaky legs. “but this doesn’t mean anything. we’re not… we’re not fixing anything tonight.”

baran stands too, slow and careful, giving you space but staying close enough that her presence fills the room. “i know,” she says again, a half-smile tugging at her mouth. “just dinner. i promise.”

the words hang between you as you both move toward the kitchen, the tension still thick but softer now, mixed with something complicated and familiar. she rolls up her sleeves without being asked, moving around your space like she never really left it, and for a minute it almost feels normal. almost. but every time her eyes flick to your stomach, the quiet satisfaction flickers again, and you wonder how long you can keep pretending this isn’t exactly what she wanted all along.

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IM SO GLAD THE POSTS ARE BACK UP HOPEFULLY THAT DOESNT HAPPEN AGAIN!!!

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CHECKMATE ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ sub!victoria x f!dom!reader ⋮ requested

⸝⸝ warnings : nsfw , mdni . strap (v!receiving) . teasing . edging (v!receiving) . overstimulation . vibrator (v!receiving) . praising . degradation . dacryphilia . established relationship .

wc : 3.3k

you’ve been counting down the hours since victoria kicked off her little game this morning. every spare second she found an excuse to slide past you, her fingers dragging just a beat too long across your arm or settling low on your back like it was casual. that smirk of hers kept flashing every time, her eyes going all sparkly and her mouth tug up at the corner like she’s fighting a laugh she knows she shouldn’t let out.

“oops,” she’d whisper once, all fake innocence, when nobody else was paying attention. not even a little bit sorry.

later she pressed in close during a quiet moment, lips brushing the shell of your ear as she breathed out, “you seem kinda distracted, baby,” like she wasn’t the entire reason your pulse was hammering and your skin felt stretched tight. she pulled back with that same bright-eyed look, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning.

by the time the day finally dragged to a close your jaw was sore from clenching and you were one teasing touch away from snapping. she knew it, too. kept catching your eye from across the room with that wide, butter-wouldn’t-melt expression that might’ve fooled everyone else but definitely didn’t fool you.

the second the door shuts behind you at home she’s already giggling, a soft, breathless sound like she’s so fucking proud of herself. you don’t even let her kick her shoes off. you grab her by the waist, spin her around, and back her up against the hallway wall hard enough that she lets out a little surprised laugh.

victoria’s eyes go wide for half a second before her smug smirk slides back onto her face. “hi,” she says, all syrupy and fake-innocent. her hands trail up your chest, fingers playing with the collar of your shirt like she still thinks she’s in control.

“you think that was funny?” you ask, eyes narrowed, voice low and rough. you shove your thigh between her legs, pressing right up against her cunt, and she sucks in a sharp breath. “teasing me all day… you were practically begging for this.”

her cheeks flush darker, chest rising faster. “maybe i was,” she tries, aiming for cocky, but it comes out breathy when you grind your thigh against her.

you lean in and bite the side of her neck, just enough to make her gasp and arch into you. “we’ll see how far that takes you.”

you drag her down the hall to the bedroom, hands greedy, tugging clothes off as you go. her shirt drops first, then yours, leaving a messy trail behind you. victoria keeps trying to touch you, fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants, but you swat her hands away every time. “nuh uh. you lost that privilege.”

she huffs, half annoyed half turned on, but her eyes stay dark and locked on you the whole time. when you finally get the last of her clothes off and shove her back onto the bed, she spreads her legs without you even having to say anything, looking up at you with an expectant, hungry little stare.

you take your sweet time buckling on the strap, wrapping your hand around it and stroking slow just to watch her squirm. her gaze drops straight to it, tongue sliding over her bottom lip.

“look at you,” you murmur, crawling up over her. “already so fucking desperate.” you run two fingers through her slick folds and victoria bucks up hard, chasing the touch. “god, you’re soaked, baby. been thinking about this cock all day?”

she nods quick, hips twitching. “fuck, please.” her voice cracks a little on the please. you circle her clit lazy and light, barely giving her anything, and she whines, trying to grind up against your hand for more.

you spend what feels like forever just teasing her, taking your time like you’ve got all night. you slide one finger in slow, curling it lazily, barely brushing her g-spot, making her breath hitch. victoria’s already panting, chest rising fast, her hands twisting tight in the sheets.

you add a second finger after a minute, scissoring them gently, stretching her while you watch her face the whole time. every time you crook your fingers just right she lets out these soft, needy little sounds that go straight to your gut.

“fuck, listen to you,” you murmur, voice low. “making such pretty noises and i’ve barely started.” you pump your fingers deeper, steady and deliberate, hitting her g-spot on every stroke but keeping the rhythm just slow enough to frustrate her.

victoria’s hips start rolling up to meet your hand, chasing more, but you press your other palm flat on her stomach, holding her down. “stay still, baby. let me play with you.”

she whines, head tipping back, but she tries to obey. you can feel how wet she is, the slick sounds getting louder with every thrust of your fingers. you pull them out for a second just to spread her folds and watch, then push back in with three, stretching her more.

victoria gasps sharp, thighs trembling as she clenches around you. “that’s it,” you coo, thumb circling her clit in lazy strokes. “taking my fingers so well. you’re dripping everywhere, baby. what a slut.” you smirk down at her.

her cheeks burn darker at your words, a broken moan slipping out as you curl your fingers again, rubbing firm against that spot inside her. you keep the pace torturously slow, building her up until her breathing turns ragged and desperate, little gasps turning into whimpers every time you press deeper. her walls flutter around your fingers, thighs shaking harder, hips trying to twitch up despite your hand pinning her.

right when you feel her start to tighten, right on the edge, you pull your fingers out completely. victoria lets out a loud, frustrated groan, lifting her hips off the bed like she can chase your hand. “nooo, fuck- come on,” she whines, voice cracking. “don’t be mean.”

you just smirk, wiping your soaked fingers on her thigh while she glares up at you, pouty and flushed. “poor girl. i’m not going that easy on you after the day you gave me.” you lean down and kiss her shoulder, biting lightly.

you flip her over onto her stomach and tug her hips up high. “ass up for me, baby.” victoria obeys, arching her back all pretty like she knows exactly how good she looks. you take a second just to admire it, running your hands over the curve of her ass before you grab the strap and rub the thick head up and down through her soaked folds. you press it against her entrance, teasing, letting it catch on her hole but never pushing inside. she tries to push back immediately, desperate to take it, but you grip her hip hard, fingers digging in to hold her still.

“beg nicer than that,” you say, voice low and mean. “you’re a big girl, you can use your words.”

victoria’s face is half-buried in the pillow, voice muffled and shaky. “please fuck me. i need your cock so bad… i’ve been good. please.”

you laugh softly, amused. “you call that good? you’ve been a little shit all day, teasing me every chance you got. now you think you deserve to get fucked?” you finally give her just the tip, rocking shallow and slow, barely enough to stretch her.

she lets out this broken little whimper, fingers clawing at the sheets. you keep it there for a minute, letting her feel it, then pull back out completely.

she groans in frustration. you do it over and over, sinking in a little deeper each time, fucking her with slow, deep strokes that make her moan constant and needy into the pillow. every time her voice starts climbing higher and her pussy starts fluttering around the strap like she’s right there, you pull out and leave her empty. she whines loud every single time, hips pushing back desperately.

“pleaseee- fuck, i can’t,” she gasps after the third time, voice cracking.

you slap her ass lightly, “yes you can. you can take it. be a good girl and hold it for me.” you rub the head of the strap against her swollen clit instead, pressing firm circles while she trembles. sweat’s starting to bead along her spine, her thighs shaking hard. “look at you. so pathetic.”

“i hate you,” she pants, but she’s still rocking back against the toy, chasing any friction she can get.

you lean over her back, pressing your chest to her as you line up again. “no you don’t,” you murmur right against her ear, sinking in deep this time. “you love this. makes it so much better when i finally let you come. doesn’t it?” you start thrusting again, slow and deliberate, hitting that perfect angle until she’s moaning loud and constant. “tell me. tell me how much you love this.”

victoria’s voice is wrecked. “fuck- i do. i love it. please don’t stop. i need to come so bad.” her legs are shaking now, pushing back to meet every thrust, but you keep the same torturous pace, building her right up to the edge again and then pulling out at the last second, leaving her sobbing into the pillow.

you keep her there for ages, teasing and denying until she’s a sweaty, trembling mess, babbling half-formed pleas and curses mixed together. only then do you consider giving her more.

you flip her onto her back, her body limp and trembling. ass still up like she can’t remember how to move, her pussy visibly clenching around nothing. you grab her hips and adjust her, then grip her chin firmly, tilting her face up to yours. “eyes on me, baby. don’t look away.”

victoria’s face is flushed deep red, lips swollen and shiny, eyes glassy and wet. she nods shakily, breathing hard. you line the strap up and thrust in all the way in one smooth, deep push. she cries out, back arching clean off the bed, a loud broken moan tearing from her throat.

you don’t give her any time to adjust. you set a hard rhythm right away, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. one hand grips her thigh, spreading her wide open so you can watch every inch disappear inside her.

“there we go,” you coo, voice thick. “so good for me.”

you fuck her like that for a while, deep and relentless, watching her fall apart underneath you. then you shift, sitting back on your heels and pulling her up into your lap so she’s straddling you, victoria facing the big mirror across from the bed. “watch,” you tell her, voice rough against her ear. “watch how pretty you look getting fucked.”

victoria’s head tries to drop back against your shoulder but you slide your fingers into her hair and tug once before forcing her to look straight ahead.

her tits bounce with every hard thrust, nipples hard, skin shining with sweat. your arm is wrapped around her, one hand between her spread thighs rubbing tight circles on her swollen clit while the thick strap keeps disappearing inside her cunt over and over. her mouth is open, eyes heavy and desperate.

“see that?” you murmur hotly in her ear, biting the lobe. “look how well your pussy takes me.”

she moans loud, clenching hard around the toy, her hips attempting to roll down to meet your thrusts. “harder. please.” she manage to say.

you grip her hips tighter and fuck up into her harder, faster, the wet slap of it loud and obscene. you bite down on her shoulder, sucking a mark there while your fingers keep working her clit. “that’s it, baby.“ you pant.

victoria’s hand flies back, fingers digging into your hair as she holds on, her moans turning constant, broken and needy. every thrust makes her tits bounce, makes her cry out.

you keep talking, voice low against her ear. “god, you’re dripping, baby. making such a mess. you hear that?”

she whimpers, nodding frantically. “yeah… i’m- ’m so close.”

you laugh softly, mean. “i know you are. look at yourself in the mirror. everyone would know exactly what a needy little slut you are if they could see you right now, wouldn’t they? legs spread, getting fucked stupid in my lap.”

victoria hums something in agreement, her eyes staying glued to the mirror, face twisted in pleasure, body shaking as you drive into her harder. her moans get louder, higher, until she’s right there on the edge again.

she comes hard, whole body seizing up tight around the strap as a loud, broken cry rips out of her. her pussy pulses and flutters, soaking the toy and your lap, thighs trembling violently. you keep fucking her through it, slowing the thrusts but keeping them deep, grinding up into her while she rides it out, moaning and gasping.

you don’t pull out. instead you reach for the vibrator on the nightstand, click it on, and press the buzzing head firm against her swollen clit.

victoria jerks hard, oversensitive. “too much- god, too much,” she whines, trying to squirm away from the intense sensation, hips twisting.

you wrap your arm tight around her waist, holding her securely. “breathe, baby,” you murmur against her cheek before kissing her skon, voice softer. “color?”

“green,” she gasps out quick, even as fresh tears slip down her cheeks. “green, just- fuck, it’s a lot.”

you smile against her neck and press a kiss there as well. “good girl. you can take more. come on, give me another one. i know you can handle it.” you turn the vibe up a notch and she sobs, the sound raw and overwhelmed, her hips twitching helplessly between the thick fullness stretching her open and the relentless buzz on her clit.

her second orgasm crashes into her even harder. toes curling, legs shaking, back arching as she cries out loud enough that her voice cracks. tears streaming down her face, mixing with the sweat on her skin.

you keep fucking her slow and deep through it, murmuring praise in her ear the whole time. “look at yourself in the mirror, baby. so fucking pretty when you cry for me. taking everything i give you. i’m so proud of you, you know that?”

you don’t let up, grinding the strap into her while the vibrator stays pressed tight, drawing it out. her third one hits with a silent scream, body convulsing, pussy gushing around the toy as she completely falls apart in your lap. you keep talking her through it, voice low and steady. “that’s my girl. so good for me. let it all out.”

you ease her down onto her back again, but you don’t pull out. you stay buried deep inside her, grinding slow and lazy while the vibrator stays pressed firm against her oversensitive clit. victoria’s hands are frantic, pushing weakly at your shoulders one second then grabbing at you the next, pulling you closer like she can’t decide if she wants mercy or more. she’s babbling half-words and broken curses, voice wrecked and hoarse. “please- fuck, i can’t… oh god-“

“you can. you wanted this, remember?” you whisper, wiping a tear away from her cheek with your thumb. you smile down at her before leaning down and kiss her tears away. “so pretty when you cry for me,” you mumble.

you keep grinding slow, just enough to keep her full while the vibe buzzes steady. right when you can tell she’s close again, thighs quivering, you pull the vibrator away completely. victoria lets out a devastated sob, hips chasing the lost sensation. “no, no, please- i’ll be good, i swear. i’ll do anything, just let me come. please, baby, i’m begging you.”

you lean down over her, still buried to the hilt, and brush your lips against her ear. “yeah? you gonna be nice tomorrow?” you ask, voice teasing but warm.

she nods desperately, “yes… yes, i promise. just please-“

you click the vibrator back on high and press it right back against her clit. victoria’s whole body jerks hard. this time you don’t hold back. you fuck her with deep, steady thrusts while the vibe buzzes merciless against her, and she comes so hard. her mouth opens in a silent scream, body shaking under you, pussy gushing and clenching rhythmically around the strap like she’s trying to pull you even deeper. her legs lock around your waist, heels digging into your back as the orgasm rips through her.

you work her through it, murmuring soft praise against her skin. “that’s it, baby. give it to me. there we go, just like that.” you keep the movements gentle but consistent, drawing it out until she’s a trembling, whimpering mess beneath you. only then do you finally ease the vibrator off her clit and slow your hips to a stop, still staying inside her while she comes down.

you kiss her neck, soft and slow, then her jaw, her tear-streaked cheeks, and finally her mouth.

you pull the strap out slow and careful, watching her face the whole time as she lets out one last shaky whimper. you set everything aside on the nightstand, then gather her up against your chest, shifting so you’re both comfortable. victoria immediately buries her face in the crook of your neck, still twitching with little aftershocks, her breathing ragged and warm against your skin. her arms wrap tight around you like she doesn’t want even an inch of space between you, legs tangling with yours until you’re completely wrapped up in each other.

“you’re evil,” she mumbles into your neck, voice hoarse and sleepy, but there’s no heat behind it. her lips brush your skin as she says it.

you chuckle softly and stroke a hand up and down her back in long, soothing passes, fingertips tracing her spine. “yeah? you begged so pretty for this, though,” you whisper back, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her messy hair.

she huffs a tired little laugh that turns into a content sigh, nuzzling even closer, her nose cold against your collarbone. you can feel her heartbeat still racing a bit against your chest, slowly starting to settle.

you keep one hand moving in slow circles on her back while the other cards gently through her damp hair, untangling little knots with your fingers. “you did so good for me tonight,” you murmur, voice low and warm. “took everything i gave you. i’m so proud of you, baby.”

victoria hums softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you feel her relax even more, melting into you. you keep talking quietly, telling her how beautiful she looked, how much you love her, how lucky you feel to have her.

the room feels warm and heavy around you, thick with the smell of sweat and sex. moonlight filters in through the half-open blinds, casting soft stripes across the bed.

you stay like that for a long time, just holding her close, letting the quiet stretch out comfortably. every now and then you press another kiss to wherever you can reach - her temple, her forehead, the shell of her ear. she starts tracing lazy little circles and hearts on your side with her fingertip, the movements slow and sleepy.

after a while her breathing evens out almost completely, but she’s still awake enough to mumble, “don’t move.”

you smile and squeeze her a little tighter. “not going anywhere.” you pull the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around her shoulders so she won’t get cold. victoria lets out one last soft, satisfied hum, her small smile pressing into your neck as her eyes finally drift shut.

you keep running your fingers through her hair, slow and rhythmic, listening to her breathe until it turns deep and steady. your own body feels warm and loose, content just from holding her like this.

[sapphicswph]

ALL IN GOOD TIME ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ dom!fem!reader x bratty!sub!baran

⸝⸝ warnings : nsfw , mdni . fingering (b!receiving) . strap (b!receiving) . teasing / edging . begging (baran) . praise . squirting . established relationship .

summary : you make it your mission to break baran’s composure and reduce her to begging. turns out even the most patient person has a limit.

wc : 3.2k

baran’s in the kitchen when you let yourself in, the familiar clack of her knife against the cutting board filling the quiet space. she’s chopping vegetables with a smooth, even rhythm, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, showing off the lean muscle in her forearms. her hair’s pulled back loose, a few strands falling around her face, and the soft light from the overhead lamp catches on her skin. it smells good already, garlic and onions starting to sizzle. you drop your bag by the door with a quiet thud and pad over without saying anything at first, just sliding your arms around her waist from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. she doesn’t jump or tense up, just leans back into you a little, the warmth of her body settling against yours like it belongs there.

“long day?” you ask softly, pressing a kiss just below her ear, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with what she’s cooking.

“mm. the usual,” she says, voice low and a little tired but still warm in a way that always loosens something in your chest. she sets the knife down carefully on the board, wiping her hands on a dish towel before turning halfway to look at you. one hand comes down to cover yours where it rests on her stomach, fingers lacing loosely. “how was yours? you get that report finished or did they pile more shit on you last minute?”

you smile against her neck, nuzzling a bit closer for a second. “finished it. barely. felt like everyone was losing their minds over deadlines today.” your thumb brushes slow circles over the back of her hand, just soaking in the quiet moment of her in your arms. “but i missed you all day. kept thinking about coming home to you, in the kitchen, looking so hot.”

baran lets out a soft huff of laughter, the sound rumbling through her back into you, and turns fully now so she’s facing you. her free hand comes up to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, thumb lingering on your cheek for a beat. “are you flattering me? you’re in a mood tonight.” there’s a dry little smirk playing on her lips, but her eyes are soft. “i missed you too, you know. even made extra so you could have leftovers tomorrow if you’re stuck late again.”

you grin, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “you’re too good to me.” your hand slides a little lower on her back, fingers dipping just under the hem of her shirt to brush warm bare skin. she hums, content, and tilts her head to kiss you properly, slow and easy, happy that you’re home.

you kiss her harder, deep and hungry, tongue sliding against hers while your hands slide up under her shirt, pushing the fabric higher, fingers greedy on her warm skin. baran makes this low sound into your mouth and helps you peel it off her, arms lifting easy. but when you go back in fast, tugging at her pants like you can’t wait another second, she catches your wrists with a quiet laugh, firm but not stopping you completely.

“slow down,” she murmurs against your lips, voice low and amused. “you need more patience, ashgham.” her thumbs brush over your pulse points, holding you still while she kisses you slower, teasing, like she’s reminding you who taught you this game in the first place. you feel the smirk on her mouth before she pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark.

you huff a laugh, cheeks warm, but don’t fight her grip. “can’t help it.”

she lets your wrists go, only to tug your own shirt over your head herself, tossing it somewhere behind her toward the couch. her fingers trace down your sides slow and deliberate, thumbs hooking into your waistband, pressing lightly like she’s thinking about pulling you closer. you catch her hands, “bedroom,” you say, voice a little rougher.

baran’s smirk deepens, but she nods once, letting you lead. “you’re starting to get too bossy.” she tease.

in the bedroom the lamp’s already on low, throwing a soft warm light across the bed. you push her down onto the edge first, standing between her knees while you finish getting undressed before you work the harness on. baran’s watching every move, leaning back on her elbows, legs spread. her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples tight from the cool air.

you finish buckling the strap, the weight of it heavy and familiar now between your legs, and climb over her, pushing her back onto the bed gently. you peel off her pants and underwear and she spreads her legs wider without hesitation, one knee bent up, foot planted on the mattress. her body’s so warm under yours, skin soft where your thighs brush against the inside of hers.

you start kissing down her body slow, taking your sweet time on her breasts. you cup one in your hand, thumb brushing the nipple before you lean in and suck it into your mouth, tongue swirling until it’s hard and pebbled and she’s breathing heavier, one hand sliding into your hair. her other breast gets the same treatment, your teeth grazing just enough to make her hiss softly. “keep going,” she mutters, voice low.

you grin against her skin and keep going lower, but your hand beats you there, sliding between her legs to tease her folds. she’s soaked already, slick coating your fingers as you spread it around, rubbing lightly over her clit. baran shifts her hips up, chasing the touch, but you pull back just enough to keep her wanting.

“patience,” you echo her words from the kitchen, grinning against her stomach as you kiss down. she lets out a short laugh, but there’s a clear edge to it now, her controlled tone starting to fray.

“cute,” she says, still trying to sound steady, but you can hear the want bleeding through, the way her voice dips. “real cute. you’re not getting away with that.”

“mhm, sure.” you keep teasing her, circling her clit with two fingers, light pressure that’s never quite enough. every time she rocks her hips up you ease off, moving to kiss her chest again, sucking another mark just below her collarbone. her hand tightens in your hair. “you’re enjoying this way too much,” she breathes.

“yeah i am.” you slide one finger inside her cunt slow, curling it just right against that spot that makes her thighs twitch. she’s so fucking wet, hot and tight, clenching around your finger before you pull it out again. you do it again with two fingers, fucking her shallow and easy while your thumb barely grazes her clit in lazy strokes. baran’s breath hitches, her jaw tight as she watches you, but she doesn’t beg yet. just takes it, eyes dark and locked on your face.

you pull your fingers out and replace them with the thick head of the strap, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating the silicone in her slick until it glistens. you press it against her entrance, nudging but not pushing in. you lean over her, one hand braced by her head, and kiss her deep and slow while you keep up the torture. “come on, baran. tell me what you want.”

she nips your bottom lip hard enough to sting, then soothes it with her tongue. “you know exactly what i want.”

you push in just the head, stretching her open nice and slow, her walls fluttering around it, then pull all the way back out completely. she exhales sharp, hips chasing you. “that’s not an answer,” you tease, rubbing the head of the dildo over her swollen clit instead, slow circles that have her thighs tensing up around you.

you keep it going, dipping the tip back into her cunt again, a little deeper this time, letting her feel the stretch before sliding out once more. her hands grip your shoulders, nails digging in.

“fuck… i want your cock,” she finally says, voice rougher now. “stop it. put it in.”

you smile against her neck, kissing her there as you nudge the head in again, holding still. “good girl. keep talking like that and maybe i’ll give it to you.”

“fuck,” she mutters, head tipping back against the pillow. her hand tightens in your hair, fingers twisting just enough to sting in the best way. you kiss her neck, sucking a mark just below her jaw (that she’s most definitely going to scold you for later) while you repeat the motion, shallow little thrusts with just the head that go nowhere near deep enough.

you always pull back right when she starts to open up more for you, leaving her clenching around nothing. her breath is coming faster now, chest rising and falling quicker, nipples still shiny from your mouth.

“beg a little more for me,” you whisper right against her ear, voice low and teasing as you nip at her lobe. “tell me how bad you need it, baby. i wanna hear you.” you press in halfway this time and hold completely still, letting her feel the thick stretch, the way her cunt grips the silicone like it doesn’t want to let go. she clenches around it, hips trying to pull you deeper, but you stay right there, not giving an inch. her free hand slides down to grip your ass, nails digging in sharp.

“deeper,” she says after a second, voice rough around the edges. “stop fucking teasing me.”

you smile against her skin, pulling out almost all the way again just to hear the frustrated noise she makes. “not good enough. you’re so wet though… dripping, actually. looks like you can wait a little longer.” you rub the slick head of the strap up and down her slit slow, then slide it up to grind against her swollen clit in firm circles.

your other hand pinch one nipple, rolling it between your fingers, and baran’s back arches clean off the bed. she curses under her breath. you love this, watching her usual steady poise slip away until she’s just so needy for you.

“god,” she breathes, thighs trembling around your hips. “you’re killing me here. i want you to fuck me, so bad.”

you dip back in again, another couple inches this time, rocking shallow and deliberate so she feels every ridge. her wetness is everywhere, coating the dildo, dripping down onto the sheets with every slow pull back.

she makes this frustrated little sound that’s half moan, half growl every time you ease out, hips chasing you desperately. you finally kiss her properly, tongue sliding deep into her mouth, and she kisses back hungry, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. her hands are everywhere, one still tangled in your hair, the other digging into your back like she’s trying to pull you inside her.

when you break apart for air she’s panting, forehead pressed to yours. “please, baby,” she says, voice dropping lower, almost wrecked. “i need you inside me. all the way. stop playing around.” her hips roll up constantly now, trying to take more, cunt fluttering visibly around the tip every time you nudge it in.

you almost give in, but you hold off just a little longer, savoring the way she’s looking at you. then you push in deep, so fucking slow it feels like it takes forever. inch by thick inch stretching her open until your hips are pressed flush against her and she’s completely full.

baran lets out this low, wrecked groan that goes straight between your legs, her walls clenching tight around the strap like she never wants you to leave. her legs wrap around your waist, heels digging into your back, holding you there. you stay buried deep, grinding in small circles instead of thrusting, pressing right up against her g-spot while the base of the harness rubs steady against her clit.

“there,” you murmur, kissing the corner of her mouth. “that better?”

“yeah… f-fuck… move- move. please.” she breathes, voice cracking a little. her hands slide up your back, nails dragging across your skin as she pulls you closer, like she can’t get enough of you pressed against her. sweat’s starting to bead along her collarbone and between her breasts, making her skin shine under the low lamp light.

you pull out almost all the way, agonizingly slow, letting her feel every inch dragging against her walls, then slide back in the same torturous pace until you’re buried deep again. baran shudders hard, eyes fluttering shut for a second as she lets out this quiet, needy sound. “harder, baby. please. you know i can take it.”

you pick up the rhythm but keep it controlled, giving her long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside her. the wet, filthy sounds of her cunt taking the strap fills the room, obscene and loud in the quiet space, mixing with both of your heavy breathing.

you watch her face the whole time, obsessed with the flush creeping up her neck and across her cheeks, the way her mouth falls open on a gasp every time you bottom out just right. your hand slips between your bodies again, fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles in time with your thrusts. baran moans outright this time, louder than before, her hips jerking up to meet every single push.

“that’s it,” you murmur, leaning down to suck another mark onto her neck, tongue soothing the spot right after. “taking me so fucking good.” she clenches around the strap at your words, a broken little whimper escaping her throat that makes your own clit throb against the harness.

you keep the pace steady but deep, grinding in slow circles on every inward thrust so the base rubs perfect against her clit and presses the harness tight against yours. you’re panting now too, sweat slicking down your back, the friction building fast between your legs.

“feels so good,” she gasps, one leg hooking higher around your waist to pull you even deeper. “don’t… don’t stop- right there, oh god!” her voice is getting rougher, less steady with every stroke, and you love hearing her like this. you thrust a little harder, angling up to hit her g-spot, making her toes curl. she cries out softly, back arching off the bed. your fingers keep working her clit, faster now, slick and messy from how soaked she is.

“yeah? you gonna come for me already?” you ask, voice low and teasing against her ear before you bite down gently on her lobe. “want you to. wanna feel you come so hard.”

baran nods frantically, nails digging harder into your shoulders. “close- shit, i’m so close. keep going just like that, please baby.” her pussy flutters around the strap, getting tighter and wetter with every deep thrust, the sounds even sloppier now. you keep fucking her steady and deep, grinding against her clit, pushing her right up to the edge and holding her there until her whole body starts to tremble.

baran’s thighs start shaking around your hips, she can’t stop the little broken gasps every time you bottom out. her walls are fluttering tighter and tighter around the strap, pulling you in like she never wants you to leave. “don’t stop, fuck! right there,” she gasps, voice wrecked and desperate now. her nails rake down your back hard enough to leave marks and you thrust harder, giving her exactly what she needs, pounding into her cunt with deep, steady strokes that make the bed creak.

but right when you can tell she’s about to tip over the edge, you slow way down again, grinding lazy and shallow instead of giving her the hard thrusts she’s chasing. baran lets out a frustrated whine, hips bucking up wildly. “no, no… baby, no, i was so close,” she pants, eyes flying open to glare at you even as her body trembles. “don’t do that.”

you grin down at her as you circle your hips slow, keeping her full but not giving her enough friction to finish. “just a little longer. you can do it. you just look so pretty like this.” your fingers keep rubbing her clit in light, teasing strokes, enough to keep her right on that razor edge but not enough to push her over.

baran’s breathing hard, chest heaving, cursing under her breath in farsi. her hands grip your shoulders tight, trying to pull you deeper, but you hold the pace torturously slow.

“fuck you,” she groans, head tipping back against the pillow, neck exposed. “i swear to god if you don’t let me come i’m going to- fuuuck-” her words cut off in a moan as you suddenly thrust hard once, twice, then slow again.

you keep edging her like that for what feels like forever, building her up until she’s shaking and begging, then backing off until she’s whimpering your name. her pussy is soaked, juices coating her thighs, the wet sounds filthy every time you move.

finally you can’t hold back anymore. you catch her off guard by slamming in hard and fast, fucking her rough and deep with no warning. baran’s eyes widen and she cries out, back arching sharp as you pound into her cunt, the strap driving in and out with wet, obscene slaps.

“yes! shit, yes… harder,” she moans, legs locking around you. your piston into her, angling up to hit that spot inside her over and over while your fingers rub her clit firm and quick while you’re panting and moaning with her.

baran comes hard with a sharp, broken cry, body locking up tight around you, pussy spasming wildly. but you don’t slow down. you keep fucking her, rough and relentless, and her orgasm keeps going, building. her thighs shake violently, eyes rolling back, and then she squirts around the strap, hot wetness gushing out with every deep thrust, soaking your thighs, the harness, and the sheets beneath her. “oh my god,” she gasps, voice hoarse, body convulsing as another wave hits her.

you ride her through it, grinding deep, drawing out every last shudder until she’s trembling and weakly pushing at your shoulder, oversensitive and breathless.

you finally slow to a stop and pull out carefully, the strap slipping free with a flood of her cum. baran tugs you down on top of her immediately, arms wrapping tight around you even as she’s still shaking. her heart’s pounding against your chest, breathing ragged.

she pulls you in for a lazy, messy kiss, tongue slow and tired against yours. “you’re such a bitch,” she mutters against your mouth, but there’s a soft, satisfied smile in her voice, warm and fond. “proud of yourself?”

you laugh softly, pressing closer, burying your face in her neck while her fingers trace gentle lines down your sweaty spine. “a little.” you settle there against her, the strap still harnessed between you, her body soft and pliant under yours. her heartbeat slowly evens out against you and she kisses the top of your head, humming content.

you try to get up so you can clean everything up but she tugs at you, holding you close and tight. “don’t move yet,” she whispers, voice sleepy and low.

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my victoria javadi and baran al-hashimi fics aren’t flagged anymore thank god, i’ve been through hell getting them back up

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ALL IN GOOD TIME ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ dom!fem!reader x bratty!sub!baran

⸝⸝ warnings : nsfw , mdni . fingering (b!receiving) . strap (b!receiving) . teasing / edging . begging (baran) . praise . squirting . established relationship .

summary : you make it your mission to break baran’s composure and reduce her to begging. turns out even the most patient person has a limit.

wc : 3.2k

baran’s in the kitchen when you let yourself in, the familiar clack of her knife against the cutting board filling the quiet space. she’s chopping vegetables with a smooth, even rhythm, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, showing off the lean muscle in her forearms. her hair’s pulled back loose, a few strands falling around her face, and the soft light from the overhead lamp catches on her skin. it smells good already, garlic and onions starting to sizzle. you drop your bag by the door with a quiet thud and pad over without saying anything at first, just sliding your arms around her waist from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. she doesn’t jump or tense up, just leans back into you a little, the warmth of her body settling against yours like it belongs there.

“long day?” you ask softly, pressing a kiss just below her ear, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with what she’s cooking.

“mm. the usual,” she says, voice low and a little tired but still warm in a way that always loosens something in your chest. she sets the knife down carefully on the board, wiping her hands on a dish towel before turning halfway to look at you. one hand comes down to cover yours where it rests on her stomach, fingers lacing loosely. “how was yours? you get that report finished or did they pile more shit on you last minute?”

you smile against her neck, nuzzling a bit closer for a second. “finished it. barely. felt like everyone was losing their minds over deadlines today.” your thumb brushes slow circles over the back of her hand, just soaking in the quiet moment of her in your arms. “but i missed you all day. kept thinking about coming home to you, in the kitchen, looking so hot.”

baran lets out a soft huff of laughter, the sound rumbling through her back into you, and turns fully now so she’s facing you. her free hand comes up to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, thumb lingering on your cheek for a beat. “are you flattering me? you’re in a mood tonight.” there’s a dry little smirk playing on her lips, but her eyes are soft. “i missed you too, you know. even made extra so you could have leftovers tomorrow if you’re stuck late again.”

you grin, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “you’re too good to me.” your hand slides a little lower on her back, fingers dipping just under the hem of her shirt to brush warm bare skin. she hums, content, and tilts her head to kiss you properly, slow and easy, happy that you’re home.

you kiss her harder, deep and hungry, tongue sliding against hers while your hands slide up under her shirt, pushing the fabric higher, fingers greedy on her warm skin. baran makes this low sound into your mouth and helps you peel it off her, arms lifting easy. but when you go back in fast, tugging at her pants like you can’t wait another second, she catches your wrists with a quiet laugh, firm but not stopping you completely.

“slow down,” she murmurs against your lips, voice low and amused. “you need more patience, ashgham.” her thumbs brush over your pulse points, holding you still while she kisses you slower, teasing, like she’s reminding you who taught you this game in the first place. you feel the smirk on her mouth before she pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark.

you huff a laugh, cheeks warm, but don’t fight her grip. “can’t help it.”

she lets your wrists go, only to tug your own shirt over your head herself, tossing it somewhere behind her toward the couch. her fingers trace down your sides slow and deliberate, thumbs hooking into your waistband, pressing lightly like she’s thinking about pulling you closer. you catch her hands, “bedroom,” you say, voice a little rougher.

baran’s smirk deepens, but she nods once, letting you lead. “you’re starting to get too bossy.” she tease.

in the bedroom the lamp’s already on low, throwing a soft warm light across the bed. you push her down onto the edge first, standing between her knees while you finish getting undressed before you work the harness on. baran’s watching every move, leaning back on her elbows, legs spread. her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples tight from the cool air.

you finish buckling the strap, the weight of it heavy and familiar now between your legs, and climb over her, pushing her back onto the bed gently. you peel off her pants and underwear and she spreads her legs wider without hesitation, one knee bent up, foot planted on the mattress. her body’s so warm under yours, skin soft where your thighs brush against the inside of hers.

you start kissing down her body slow, taking your sweet time on her breasts. you cup one in your hand, thumb brushing the nipple before you lean in and suck it into your mouth, tongue swirling until it’s hard and pebbled and she’s breathing heavier, one hand sliding into your hair. her other breast gets the same treatment, your teeth grazing just enough to make her hiss softly. “keep going,” she mutters, voice low.

you grin against her skin and keep going lower, but your hand beats you there, sliding between her legs to tease her folds. she’s soaked already, slick coating your fingers as you spread it around, rubbing lightly over her clit. baran shifts her hips up, chasing the touch, but you pull back just enough to keep her wanting.

“patience,” you echo her words from the kitchen, grinning against her stomach as you kiss down. she lets out a short laugh, but there’s a clear edge to it now, her controlled tone starting to fray.

“cute,” she says, still trying to sound steady, but you can hear the want bleeding through, the way her voice dips. “real cute. you’re not getting away with that.”

“mhm, sure.” you keep teasing her, circling her clit with two fingers, light pressure that’s never quite enough. every time she rocks her hips up you ease off, moving to kiss her chest again, sucking another mark just below her collarbone. her hand tightens in your hair. “you’re enjoying this way too much,” she breathes.

“yeah i am.” you slide one finger inside her cunt slow, curling it just right against that spot that makes her thighs twitch. she’s so fucking wet, hot and tight, clenching around your finger before you pull it out again. you do it again with two fingers, fucking her shallow and easy while your thumb barely grazes her clit in lazy strokes. baran’s breath hitches, her jaw tight as she watches you, but she doesn’t beg yet. just takes it, eyes dark and locked on your face.

you pull your fingers out and replace them with the thick head of the strap, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating the silicone in her slick until it glistens. you press it against her entrance, nudging but not pushing in. you lean over her, one hand braced by her head, and kiss her deep and slow while you keep up the torture. “come on, baran. tell me what you want.”

she nips your bottom lip hard enough to sting, then soothes it with her tongue. “you know exactly what i want.”

you push in just the head, stretching her open nice and slow, her walls fluttering around it, then pull all the way back out completely. she exhales sharp, hips chasing you. “that’s not an answer,” you tease, rubbing the head of the dildo over her swollen clit instead, slow circles that have her thighs tensing up around you.

you keep it going, dipping the tip back into her cunt again, a little deeper this time, letting her feel the stretch before sliding out once more. her hands grip your shoulders, nails digging in.

“fuck… i want your cock,” she finally says, voice rougher now. “stop it. put it in.”

you smile against her neck, kissing her there as you nudge the head in again, holding still. “good girl. keep talking like that and maybe i’ll give it to you.”

“fuck,” she mutters, head tipping back against the pillow. her hand tightens in your hair, fingers twisting just enough to sting in the best way. you kiss her neck, sucking a mark just below her jaw (that she’s most definitely going to scold you for later) while you repeat the motion, shallow little thrusts with just the head that go nowhere near deep enough.

you always pull back right when she starts to open up more for you, leaving her clenching around nothing. her breath is coming faster now, chest rising and falling quicker, nipples still shiny from your mouth.

“beg a little more for me,” you whisper right against her ear, voice low and teasing as you nip at her lobe. “tell me how bad you need it, baby. i wanna hear you.” you press in halfway this time and hold completely still, letting her feel the thick stretch, the way her cunt grips the silicone like it doesn’t want to let go. she clenches around it, hips trying to pull you deeper, but you stay right there, not giving an inch. her free hand slides down to grip your ass, nails digging in sharp.

“deeper,” she says after a second, voice rough around the edges. “stop fucking teasing me.”

you smile against her skin, pulling out almost all the way again just to hear the frustrated noise she makes. “not good enough. you’re so wet though… dripping, actually. looks like you can wait a little longer.” you rub the slick head of the strap up and down her slit slow, then slide it up to grind against her swollen clit in firm circles.

your other hand pinch one nipple, rolling it between your fingers, and baran’s back arches clean off the bed. she curses under her breath. you love this, watching her usual steady poise slip away until she’s just so needy for you.

“god,” she breathes, thighs trembling around your hips. “you’re killing me here. i want you to fuck me, so bad.”

you dip back in again, another couple inches this time, rocking shallow and deliberate so she feels every ridge. her wetness is everywhere, coating the dildo, dripping down onto the sheets with every slow pull back.

she makes this frustrated little sound that’s half moan, half growl every time you ease out, hips chasing you desperately. you finally kiss her properly, tongue sliding deep into her mouth, and she kisses back hungry, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. her hands are everywhere, one still tangled in your hair, the other digging into your back like she’s trying to pull you inside her.

when you break apart for air she’s panting, forehead pressed to yours. “please, baby,” she says, voice dropping lower, almost wrecked. “i need you inside me. all the way. stop playing around.” her hips roll up constantly now, trying to take more, cunt fluttering visibly around the tip every time you nudge it in.

you almost give in, but you hold off just a little longer, savoring the way she’s looking at you. then you push in deep, so fucking slow it feels like it takes forever. inch by thick inch stretching her open until your hips are pressed flush against her and she’s completely full.

baran lets out this low, wrecked groan that goes straight between your legs, her walls clenching tight around the strap like she never wants you to leave. her legs wrap around your waist, heels digging into your back, holding you there. you stay buried deep, grinding in small circles instead of thrusting, pressing right up against her g-spot while the base of the harness rubs steady against her clit.

“there,” you murmur, kissing the corner of her mouth. “that better?”

“yeah… f-fuck… move- move. please.” she breathes, voice cracking a little. her hands slide up your back, nails dragging across your skin as she pulls you closer, like she can’t get enough of you pressed against her. sweat’s starting to bead along her collarbone and between her breasts, making her skin shine under the low lamp light.

you pull out almost all the way, agonizingly slow, letting her feel every inch dragging against her walls, then slide back in the same torturous pace until you’re buried deep again. baran shudders hard, eyes fluttering shut for a second as she lets out this quiet, needy sound. “harder, baby. please. you know i can take it.”

you pick up the rhythm but keep it controlled, giving her long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside her. the wet, filthy sounds of her cunt taking the strap fills the room, obscene and loud in the quiet space, mixing with both of your heavy breathing.

you watch her face the whole time, obsessed with the flush creeping up her neck and across her cheeks, the way her mouth falls open on a gasp every time you bottom out just right. your hand slips between your bodies again, fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight circles in time with your thrusts. baran moans outright this time, louder than before, her hips jerking up to meet every single push.

“that’s it,” you murmur, leaning down to suck another mark onto her neck, tongue soothing the spot right after. “taking me so fucking good.” she clenches around the strap at your words, a broken little whimper escaping her throat that makes your own clit throb against the harness.

you keep the pace steady but deep, grinding in slow circles on every inward thrust so the base rubs perfect against her clit and presses the harness tight against yours. you’re panting now too, sweat slicking down your back, the friction building fast between your legs.

“feels so good,” she gasps, one leg hooking higher around your waist to pull you even deeper. “don’t… don’t stop- right there, oh god!” her voice is getting rougher, less steady with every stroke, and you love hearing her like this. you thrust a little harder, angling up to hit her g-spot, making her toes curl. she cries out softly, back arching off the bed. your fingers keep working her clit, faster now, slick and messy from how soaked she is.

“yeah? you gonna come for me already?” you ask, voice low and teasing against her ear before you bite down gently on her lobe. “want you to. wanna feel you come so hard.”

baran nods frantically, nails digging harder into your shoulders. “close- shit, i’m so close. keep going just like that, please baby.” her pussy flutters around the strap, getting tighter and wetter with every deep thrust, the sounds even sloppier now. you keep fucking her steady and deep, grinding against her clit, pushing her right up to the edge and holding her there until her whole body starts to tremble.

baran’s thighs start shaking around your hips, she can’t stop the little broken gasps every time you bottom out. her walls are fluttering tighter and tighter around the strap, pulling you in like she never wants you to leave. “don’t stop, fuck! right there,” she gasps, voice wrecked and desperate now. her nails rake down your back hard enough to leave marks and you thrust harder, giving her exactly what she needs, pounding into her cunt with deep, steady strokes that make the bed creak.

but right when you can tell she’s about to tip over the edge, you slow way down again, grinding lazy and shallow instead of giving her the hard thrusts she’s chasing. baran lets out a frustrated whine, hips bucking up wildly. “no, no… baby, no, i was so close,” she pants, eyes flying open to glare at you even as her body trembles. “don’t do that.”

you grin down at her as you circle your hips slow, keeping her full but not giving her enough friction to finish. “just a little longer. you can do it. you just look so pretty like this.” your fingers keep rubbing her clit in light, teasing strokes, enough to keep her right on that razor edge but not enough to push her over.

baran’s breathing hard, chest heaving, cursing under her breath in farsi. her hands grip your shoulders tight, trying to pull you deeper, but you hold the pace torturously slow.

“fuck you,” she groans, head tipping back against the pillow, neck exposed. “i swear to god if you don’t let me come i’m going to- fuuuck-” her words cut off in a moan as you suddenly thrust hard once, twice, then slow again.

you keep edging her like that for what feels like forever, building her up until she’s shaking and begging, then backing off until she’s whimpering your name. her pussy is soaked, juices coating her thighs, the wet sounds filthy every time you move.

finally you can’t hold back anymore. you catch her off guard by slamming in hard and fast, fucking her rough and deep with no warning. baran’s eyes widen and she cries out, back arching sharp as you pound into her cunt, the strap driving in and out with wet, obscene slaps.

“yes! shit, yes… harder,” she moans, legs locking around you. your piston into her, angling up to hit that spot inside her over and over while your fingers rub her clit firm and quick while you’re panting and moaning with her.

baran comes hard with a sharp, broken cry, body locking up tight around you, pussy spasming wildly. but you don’t slow down. you keep fucking her, rough and relentless, and her orgasm keeps going, building. her thighs shake violently, eyes rolling back, and then she squirts around the strap, hot wetness gushing out with every deep thrust, soaking your thighs, the harness, and the sheets beneath her. “oh my god,” she gasps, voice hoarse, body convulsing as another wave hits her.

you ride her through it, grinding deep, drawing out every last shudder until she’s trembling and weakly pushing at your shoulder, oversensitive and breathless.

you finally slow to a stop and pull out carefully, the strap slipping free with a flood of her cum. baran tugs you down on top of her immediately, arms wrapping tight around you even as she’s still shaking. her heart’s pounding against your chest, breathing ragged.

she pulls you in for a lazy, messy kiss, tongue slow and tired against yours. “you’re such a bitch,” she mutters against your mouth, but there’s a soft, satisfied smile in her voice, warm and fond. “proud of yourself?”

you laugh softly, pressing closer, burying your face in her neck while her fingers trace gentle lines down your sweaty spine. “a little.” you settle there against her, the strap still harnessed between you, her body soft and pliant under yours. her heartbeat slowly evens out against you and she kisses the top of your head, humming content.

you try to get up so you can clean everything up but she tugs at you, holding you close and tight. “don’t move yet,” she whispers, voice sleepy and low.

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ngl your acc makes me nervous cause my friend has a similar name and is also middle eastern😭😭 i love it sm though, esp the baran posts🫶🏼

oushii 👀 i’m turkish if that helps.. 😭

thankyou thankyou <33

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also your javadi fic that you linked is hidden from public views so idk if you’ll upload it again or smth

i know </3

already complained

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The Lana reference 💔

i love lanita