hi there! You can call me Star or Starlight đ⨠I'm 27 and I love writing all things sapphic, from one shots, to headcanons to longer fics đ
men, minors, blogs with no age displayed, terfs, racists, and haters dni
I welcome any requests, thoughts and opinions, or just talking about any and all things sapphic - my inbox is always open! See below for a list of what I write :)
I write for:
She Ra: Princesses of Power
Adora/She-Ra x Catra
Adora/She-Ra x Glimmer
Glimmer x Catra
Perfuma x Scorpia
Catra x Scorpia x Entrapta
Entrapta x Scorpia
Mara x Hope
Arcane/League of Legends
Caitlyn x Vi
Caitlyn x Vi x Reader
Sevika x Reader
Grayson x Reader
Cassandra Kiramman x Reader
Jinx x Lux
Jinx x Reader
Vi x Reader
Caitlyn x Reader
Ambessa Medarda x Reader
RWBY
Blake x Yang
Ruby x Weiss
Blake x Yang x Weiss
Yang x Weiss
Ruby x Penny
The Last of Us
Ellie x Reader
Ellie x Dina
Abby x Reader
Ellie x Abby
Allie x Abby x Reader
Miscellaneous
Clarke x Lexa (The 100)
Maggie x Alex (Supergirl)
Sara x Ava (Legends of Tomorrow)
I won't write: underage, non-con, explicit gore, incest, taboo/illegal.
older cassie who lets you sit on her lap and suck on her perky tits whilst she fucks her strap up into you, "thats it bunny, take mommy's dick" as her hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer to her.
older cassie who holds you to her chest as she pushes her hand up your skirt and rubs you through your panties, teasing about how soaked you are from just being around her "aww, this all for me?"
older cassie who's obsessed with eye contact "look at me baby." / "show me those pretty eyes," (and who also loves to make them roll)
older cassie who babies you within an inch of your life "no princess, i'll do it." / "stay. i got it" / "use your big girl words for me." / "such a good girl."
older cassie who slips her hands into your underwear as you lay against her on your phone, rubbing gentle circles on your clit as you scroll through tiktok
older cassie who always has a hand on you somewhere, thighs, waist, small of your back, anywhere she can reach and prove you're hers
older cassie who gets you flowers for ever occasion
older cassie who runs a 'relaxing' bath for the two of you after a long day, which ends up with her knuckle deep in your cunt as your shaking thighs splash water up the sides of the tub
older cassie who holds her hand over your mouth as she eats you out in a restaurant bathroom after dinner, "shh baby, donât want everyone to hear you, do you?"
older cassie who spanks your pussy when you act up and makes you count, even as your head grows fuzzy with the constant pain and pleasure, as you whimper into her and writhe against her palm, stumbling over the words her voice just grows lower, "nuh-uh.. wrong one! looks like we gotta start all over again,"
older cassie who wakes you up by pressing her thigh between yours and guiding your hips dragging your cunt, slick even in sleep, along her bare thigh, making you groan at the friction before you can even compute what it is
older cassie who watches you touch yourself just because she told you to, instructing you to add more fingers, to go faster, be louder for her. then tells you to stop just before you can cum, and of course you do.
older cassie who finds you sexy in everything (+ nothing) , like she'll be soaked after seeing you in your hoodie and tracksuit bottoms, but equally as turned on if you were to show up in a skimpy little dress that leaves nothing to the imagination: she is just obsessed with you
genuinely put my whole fucking fist in my mouth when baran al hashimi showed up in that fucking tank top. and then cassie mckay in that fucking tank top. baran's mane of gorgeous curls. cassie's arm around victoria's shoulders. meltos scene. the fucking song choice. is she perverted like me? trinity TAKING DOWN MEL'S BRAID. this episode was for the lesbians oh my fucking god
pregnant and constantly horny samira đââď¸
and emery who is certainly not complaining. working a strap in and out of her wife who had practically jumped her bones the moment sheâd walked through the door today.
and emery gets such a thrill as she reaches to toy with samiraâs clit, brushes over her protruding belly.
groaning lowly as she says, shouldâve got you pregnant sooner, look at you, so fucking perfect, and emeryâs penchant for a breeding kink isnât new but seeing samira like this has kicked it up into a whole new gear, which given the way samira keens as she bullies the strap into her once more is definitely reciprocated, gonna get you pregnant again as soon as i can, mira, shit, gonna live in this pussy if i have to
âplease more pregnant samira mowalsh smutâ the crowd cries in unison
samira could hear how wet she was, emery surely could too, even with how the surgeon was panting into her ear as she thrusted, she must be able to hear the obscene sounds caused by how soaked she was
the pair of them lay on their sides, almost little spoon, big spoon, with emery thrusting shallowly from behind, the added benefit of it taking the weight off samiraâs increasingly heavy belly, but also the angle had the blunt head of emeryâs strap pressing into her sensitive front wall with every roll of her hips.
it didnât take much these days either, she was always a hair-trigger, emery always preened a little like it was solely down to her work that samira would be cumming on her fingers or her cock in mere minutes.
today was no different, samira reaching an arm back to grasp at any part of emery she could find, legs shaking as she moaned and emery leans in, already babygirl? you needed me that bad? and samira knows sheâs got an insufferable little smirk on her face, quickly forgiven when emeryâs fingers find her clit, tight little circles drawn over it, can feel the way her arm bumps into the swell of her belly with every movement and she cums with a wail, somehow soaking emeryâs strap even more, dripping out and pooling against her thigh
emery kissing the back of her head, the sweaty nape of her neck, your fault iâm like this, samira pants, tentatively shifts her hips with emery still inside her, gauging if she wants to go again or not
yep, that was really fast- a pause and samira cranes her head back to see whatâs going on, emery checking her watch, under 4 minutes this time
you timed it? samira asks in embarrassment, youâre such a dick em, glaring, refuses to stop glaring even when emery gives a couple of tentative little thrusts with a shit eating grin. i meant, the only reason i canât last is because you got me pregnant, the walsh baby messing with my hormones, so you can park that ego right now
which doesnât seem to have the desired effect, as emery thrusts a little harder at her words, tugging samiraâs body as close to her own as she can. fuck baby, iâll take all the blame for that any day of the week
thinking about dana and emma moving to another city and telling everyone they are mom and daughter :3333
and, one night, they host a dinner for some neighbors. emma gets allllll pretty for the special occasion and puts on a show for dana before people arrive. twirling for her, blowing kisses and whining when the older woman gropes her ass or pinches her clothed nipples. dana says that she has all the right to bc she's emma's mom and the girl giggles, loving the smirk her mommy makes before whispering, "you know a good daughter gives herself entirely to her mother, right, little lamb?" and the poor little lamb in question almost comes on the spot.
the night goes by with emma practically glued to her mommyâs side, hearing things like: 'you two are inseparable, arenât you?' or 'you've raised such a lovely girl, dana.' someone even remarks 'it's rare to see a daughter so attached to her mother at her age,' to which dana just answers, "she's my only daughter, y'know? we only have each other," while her hand is shoved between emma's legs under the table, fingers buried deeeep inside and stretching her baby girl's wettt little cuntâ just right under everyone's noses :333 emma just says, "i l-love you, mom," and buries her face in dana's shoulder to muffle her whimpers, letting her mom do whatever she wants because she's a reeeally good daughter. >_<
dana kissing emma on the cheek as she rushes off to do something and leaving a lipstick stain that neither of them notice until baran walks by with a quick glance, stops, walks back and points to the same spot on her own cheek. ânurse nolan, you have something on your left cheek.â
emma wipes her right cheek.
âyour left, not mine.â
emma wipes her left cheek and her soft eyes go all wide when she sees the distinct pink tint of danaâs lipstick. she gapes and tries to fumble for some explanation but baran just smiles, eyes crinkling knowingly, before walking off again.
(princess and perlah definitely noticed and did not say a word)
listen in my perfect world season 3 is gonna have cassie mckay losing her damn mind over the fact she likes a twenty-one-year-old med student, trinity giving baran that scalpel and a ridiculously loving slow burn follows, parker absolutely sweeping mel off her feet, dana and emma leaving the shift hand in hand while samira and emery turn up at the end with their new baby girl before the night shift begins.
at first emma is shy, but dana insists she just wants to know how to make her girl feel good. itâs honestly true, emma confessed she was inexperienced, but dana certainly wonât say no to a show either.
emma gets on her stomach, head on the side. dana canât help but feel a little disappointed she wonât get a good view of emmaâs pussy being fingered, but she gets it, kidâs shy. she can still enjoy emmaâs facial expression and the sweet noise of fingers sliding in and out of a wet pussy.
wait, doesnât emma need lube ? she didnât ask for any, is she really that soaked ? already ? dana is already picturing a dripping cunt, maybe sheâll get to suck the juices of emmaâs nimble fingers-
while danaâs getting ahead of herself, emmaâs hand slides down her stomach to her crotch, grabbing her pussy over her panties.
ohhh, danaâs girl likes to tease herself, doesnât she ? maybe tracing her fingertips across her panties, feeling around her sensitive cunt through the silky material, or lightly pressing the pad of her thumb on her clit.
okay dana, reign it in. she licks her lips, watching her sweet doe pressing her second hand on her lower stomach.
her bladder. oh my god. this smart girl... is emma gonna squirt in danaâs bed ?
and will she let dana make her lick it ?
dana shushes her own mind, focusing on the real emma, right in front of her, about to finger herself in danaâs bed.
or so she thought.
âi justâŚâ emma doesnât finish her sentence and she just starts to. hump.
sheâs humping her own hand.
dana watches in owe, as emma ruts against her left hand, right hand pressing her lower stomach, little whimpers and whines escaping those rosy lips, until she comes undone in danaâs bed. on emmaâs palm, the evidence of her orgasm leaked through her panties.
itâs hotter than any fantasy danaâs old perverted brain ever came up with.
Emma and dana fucking and dana making Emma so overstimulated by forcing her to cum a bunch of times and be a good girl for her mama.
(mdni; fauxcest warning)
"m-mama... no more, please..." emma's legs are tied open with the silkiest, most expensive-looking set of ropes she's ever seen. not that she really has the bandwidth to think about that, with dana's mouth pressed deep into her cunt. it felt good three orgasms ago, but now every flick of the older woman's tongue serves to make her cry harder. "please.. i-i can't take it...!" just the words send a wave of pleasure to her clit, and with a soft sob emma's hips are rocking against dana's mouth as she's cumming yet again.
"i know it's a lot, baby girl." dana coos into her before wrapping her lips around emma's clit, playing with the sensitive bud as if every bit of friction isn't making emma shake her head and whine. she pulls back just long enough to say, "i'm not gonna stop, okay? be a good girl for mama. just let me make you feel good... fuck, you taste so good."
emma knows she can safeword out if she needs, but dana's words cause a sudden shift in her mindset. dana will be so proud of her for staying strong. she'll probably get lots of treats after, and maybe if she's lucky she'll even get to suck on dana's tits-
the younger woman practically screams as she clenches down hard against nothing, clit throbbing hard in dana's mouth as she cums at the thought of dana's chest.
victoria's never been this wet before, walls all loose and squelching as cassie fucks her strap deep, even deeper, punching the head into the pucker of victoria's cervix. she cries out, wet eyes peering up at her cassie who is all quiet grunts, animalistic as she devours victoria and, just, how the fuck was she moving this way like the toy was really her flesh? she fills victoria up to the point of tears, and then she fills her up even more, pushing and pressing in until she's got the strap snug inside victoria.
it makes victoria hiccup, sobbing, twitching at the drag of the toy as cassie pulls out only to fuck it in deeply again.
"cassieee, so good! so good!"
"yeah?" cassie grunts, soft cheek tickling the shell of victoria's ear. "you feel so good around me too, baby. tight like a vice. jesus, has no one ever fucked you open? stretched you out good?"
victoria chokes on her own voice at cassie's dirty-talk, at the play that the older woman is putting out, grinding her pelvis to victoria's with a croon like she could truly feel victoria's slick grip, the fever touch wrapped around the toy, getting stretched open so overwhelmingly that victoria swears that even if she'd been fucked before, it's been overwritten by cassie already.
she shakes her head at cassie's coaxing, toes curling at cassie still playing the role of a greedy lover, and oh, what a good look it is on her.
"oh, baby," cassie croons, her skin slapping against victoria's with every of her wicked thrusts. "don't worry, vic. daddy's going to fix you up, 'kay? daddy's going to make you feel so good, i promise."
Warnings / Tags : (18 +) age gap, pervy!Baran (Baran catches reader changing, staring at her cleavage etc.), nipple play (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), mirror sex
Notes : okay yes this is more of a drabble than headcanons. i donât give a gaf im calling it what i wantâŚ
also picturing Baran w/ this vibe for all of this bc itâs summer:
Mom's friend!Baran who nurses a bloody mary for an hour at least while standing on your familyâs back patio, watching her son run around with one of your Auntâs kids. It's a warm summer day, with the smell of hot dogs and burgers wafting over to where a group of your family friends stands around your porch. Sheâs smiling softly, watching the kids fill up water guns to spray each other with⌠when she hears everyone greeting someone new. She turns slowly, expecting another one of your momâs friends to walk through the door. Her eyes widen when she sees this young, maybe college-age girl with a bright smile, short denim shorts and a tank top, bikini peeking out, walking out. And, god, youâre absolutely fucking gorgeous. Baran is never one to stare⌠but she canât take her eyes off of you.
Mom's friend!Baran who actually has to pause when she sees your mom stand up, giving you a big hug, saying;
âIâm so glad you could make it, honey. Say hi to everyone.â
Honey. Oh shit. Her daughter. Baran swallows hard, looking down at the bloody mary as she straightens up. She cannot be thinking about her best friendâs daughter that way. Sheâs literally old enough to be your mom. Her head only snaps up when she realizes your mom is doing introductions.
âAnd this is Baran. She's a doctor!â
Baran manages a smile.
âItâs nice to meet you.â She musters, voice sounding a little more tense than normal. When you give her a sweet smile back and wave, she gives a tight lipped smile and, all of a sudden, starts chugging her bloody mary like itâs her lifeline.
Mom's friend!Baran who canât take her eyes off you all day. While youâre talking about your studies, sheâs listening ardently, as if youâre recounting the story of some big adventure. Youâre smart. It makes it only that much harder for Baran to keep herself in check.
Mom's friend!Baran who spots you with her son while all of your momâs friends are busy chatting about the coming school year. She just sees you hitting around a volleyball⌠but god. Itâs unfair how good you look, laughing, body slick with a thin layer of sweat from the hot sun, running around with her son like itâs the most natural thing in the world. Her thoughts are muddled, a terrible mix of desire and this unbearable feeling of domesticity. Then you bend overâass up, cleavage on full display, trying to keep the ball from hitting the ground. Baran nearly lets out a stupidly desperate moan.
âBaran? Hey, everything alright?â
One of your momâs other friends snaps her out of the trance she was in, causing her to remember where she is. Who sheâs with.
âYeah. Fine. Just⌠thinking about the school year.â
Her answer prompts an immediate conversation with the group about back-to-school shopping. Baran lets out a small sigh of relief and turns her chair fully away from where youâre still laughing and hitting that ball around with her son.
Mom's friend!Baran who ends up getting in a one-on-one conversation with you and struggles to focus. Her eyes keep flicking down to your cleavage. She feels guilty every time. She knows youâre just some college studentâyoung, inexperienced⌠but the thought flashes through her head that you being younger than her might just be part of her being so attracted to you. She shakes the thought away immediately. Everything about you just distracts her.
After Baranâs bloody mary⌠and another hard soda and a half, she actually gets the confidence to act on a silly, stupid impulse.
âYouâve got somethingâŚâ She reaches forward, brushing away a stray leaf that had fallen into your hair, and tucking a loose curl behind your ear. She catches, for a flash of a second, a warm flush on your cheeks while you smile and thank her. Baran swallows hard, eyes flickering down to your lips for the briefest of moments. She considers leaning in and kissing you at that moment. Ultimately, she does however realize how stupid that would be, so she drops her hands, pulls her eyes back up to yours and smiles softly.
Mom's friend!Baran who helps settle her son in with the other kids for a movie as the afternoon goes on. The sun is at its highest now, beating down on the patio, warming even the shaded spots. When Baran emerges, she sees your momâs other friends around the table, sharing Pittsburgh gossip⌠and you. Top off, shorts dangling on the side of the lounge chair, clad in just a small, butter yellow bikini. She doesnât mean to be a total pervert, but she nearly salivates when she sees the bikini thatâs been peeking out under your clothes all day. Sheâs just about to scold herself internally and go back over to the other moms when she sees you applying sunscreen. She runs a hand through her curls, considering what sheâs gonna do⌠and, on an impulse, walks right over to you.
âItâs good to see that some people your age still know how to use sunscreen.â
She remarks as she steps over to you, adjusting her dark red tank top.
âI could help you put it on⌠if youâd like?â
You practically beam up at her.
âThat would be amazing. I canât reach my back at all.â
You hand her the sunscreen bottle, adjusting yourself on the lounge chair so your back is to her. Baranâs eyes flicker to the curve of your ass. She needs to get a grip.
âItâs no problem.â
She takes a seat on the side of the chair, squirting the sunscreen into her hand. When her fingers make contact with your warm, soft skin, she nearly moans again. Her hands start slowly gliding up your back, spreading the protective layer with gentle pressure, taking in the opportunity to feel as much of your soft skin as possible. Your shoulders relax when her hands press carefully into the muscles of your upper backâmassaging with the careful steadiness of someone who knows exactly what sheâs doing, someone who knows the human body like the back of her hand. The soft noise that escapes your lips, just because of how good she can make something as simple as this feel, makes Baran tense. If she had any self control, sheâd finish this up quickly and go back to talking with your mom. Instead, she continues, hands gliding down, to your lower back, lower, over your assâalthough you can feel how her touch lightens over the sensitive area, careful to not go farâand down to your thighs. She falters again, hands involuntarily squeezing the plush, soft skin there. Her cheeks flush when she realizes what she did. Her hands linger for a moment, unable to pull away. It takes a whole lot of self control for her to finish spreading the sunscreen down your legs and finally put some distance between you two.
âThere.â Baran clears her throat, giving you a tight, small smile as she stands. Her hands nervously rub against her thighs. âI⌠I should go.â
Mom's friend!Baran who just keeps turning to watch you sunbathing every few minutes. She can imagine your skin getting warmer, how it would feel to wrap her arms around you, nuzzle her face into your thighs⌠she canât get the thought out of her head.
Mom's friend!Baran who considers following you inside when she sees you get up and wave to everyone, saying that youâre gonna go shower to cool off a bit. Instead she just waves, making eye contact with you for a moment. A very long, drawn out moment. She watches your smile as you look at her⌠then turn to just go inside.
Mom's friend!Baran who only comes back inside when the sun is setting, letting her little infatuation with you go for now. She asks your mom for directions to the bathroom as she stands, adjusting that tank top again.
âThereâs one upstairs, second door to the left.â
She explains, receiving a hum and soft smile from Baran.
Baran wanders back in and takes a moment to look at her sonânow playing with some of his dinosaur toysâin the living room. Her expression softens before she heads upstairs.
As she steps onto the second floor, she pauses. Crap. What did your mom say again? First door to the right? Or was it the third? Maybe the second door to the⌠left? Yeah. That mustâve been it. She steps over and opens the door without a second thought.
Oh fuck. Standing there is you, wearing absolutely nothing, clasping your bra in the mirror. Definitely not a bathroom. This is your bedroom from before you left for college⌠where youâre staying⌠and where youâre currently changing with wet hair while standing in front of the mirror.
Mom's friend!Baran who can only muster up a soft âOh.â upon seeing you. She just⌠stands there, dark brown eyes wide and hand gripping the doorframe too tightly. You turn quickly, bra in hand, eyes going wide. Baranâs cheeks flush.
âIâm so sorry, I shouldnâtââ
âWait.â You stop her before she turns to leave the room. You bite your lip and Baran has the urge to pull it away so she can do it instead. âI⌠I need help clasping this anyway. Can youâŚ?â You come up with a half-assed excuse. Baran blinks a few times, mouth opening⌠then closing⌠then opening again. She has no clue what to say.
Baran just nods fervently. She steps into the room, letting the door swing shut behind her. Her hands hover in front of her as she approaches, eyes on yours like sheâs waiting for permission to touch you. Her hands land slowly, carefully on your hips, gently tugging you close to her.
âTurn around.â
She instructs softly. Even now, it sounds like sheâs holding back. Even when sheâs getting the confidence to guide you, to place her hands on your hips and turn you towards your mirror to get a better look at you, sheâs careful and somehow steady.
Mom's friend!Baran who stares at you in the mirror while her hands roam over your bodyâstarting from your hips, moving up until she finally gets to the lace of your bra. She could be helpful and clasp it, let this go and act somewhat normal. But she sees your breathing get heavier when her hands move over the lace⌠so she instead slides her fingers under, gently guiding the fabric down, straps down your arms until youâre left bare in front of her.
Mom's friend!Baran whose curly hair tickles your skin as her hands move up to cup your breasts. A small, almost imperceptible smile forms on her lips as she pulls a soft sound from you just from barely brushing your nipple with her thumb.
âYouâre sensitive.â
She remarks. Not mocking, just observing. Her voice comes out soft and low, almost with awe.
Mom's friend!Baran who kisses down your neck and shoulder slowly. One hand continues to knead your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between her fingers just to hear the small sounds that come from your lips. Her other hand begins trailing down, fingers ghosting over your skin as she makes her way between your legs. She absolutely revels in the gasp that she hears when two of her fingers finally drift between your legs, finally pressing against your clit.
Mom's friend!Baran who fingers you soooo slow. she takes her time with you, fingers sliding through your slick, taking in your every reaction. Her fingers press and circle your clit with just barely enough pressure to make you feel it. When her fingers slip away again, she stares into the mirror, watching your slick clinging to her fingers. She lets out an audible moan, unrestrained this time.
Mom's friend!Baran who pushes her fingers into you while keeping eye contact in the mirror, watching every twist of your face as two of her fingers push into your drooling pussy, stretching it out just so. Her fingers crook into you, pulling another moan out when she presses right against that perfect spot. Her eyes go wide. Now that she knows where youâre sensitive, now that she finally has her hands on you, there is no doubt sheâs going to keep hitting that spot as much as she can. And she does. With precision only a doctor could have, Baranâs fingers press into youâinto that soft, sensitive spotâwith almost gentle thrusts. Even now, sheâs making sure she doesnât overwhelm you, and doesn't hurt you in any way.
Mom's friend!Baran whose breath stutters when your head drops back against her shoulder, pussy walls clenching, warm and wet, around her digits. You were tight when she first slid her fingers into you⌠but now? As youâre getting closer, pleasure builds low and hot in your gut, the way you clench around her? It has her feeling like she might just cum in her pants. She doesnât slow by any means. Her fingers piston in and out of your cunt, while she takes in every wet sound and every moan, pressing desperate kisses along your shoulders.
Mom's friend!Baran whose eyes you swear darken when she watches you cum on her fingers in the mirror. The sight of you twitching, legs feeling like jelly, her arm around you being the only thing keeping you up makes her moan again. Her fingers begin to slow, still curling into your cunt carefully while you come down from your high. She presses a kiss against your shoulder, muttering something about how good you did for her. Her curls brush against your neck as her fingers finally slow, causing you to let out a soft laugh. Itâs infectious. Partially because the sound is adorable to Baran, and partly because she realizes how absurd this is. She just fucked her best friendâs daughterâwhoâs still in college, probably 20 years younger than herâand doesnât feel sorry about it at all. She just feels so stupidly adoring. She wants to hold you and not let go. She wants to feel your mouth on her, wants to taste you. She wants it all.
Mom's friend!Baran who holds you while you catch your breath, then immediately starts picking up your clothes for you, bra first, then the outfit youâd laid out earlier. You watch her with a look of slight confusion.
âYou know I can do that on my own, right?â
You ask just as sheâs bringing over the pile of your clothes. She just smiles at you, almost smugly.
âI know. Just let me help you a little, okay?â
She sounds⌠fondly annoyed at your stubbornness. Carefully, she turns you back around to heâs ether mirror, grabbing your bra and helping you pull it back on, just like youâd asked her to do before sheâd come in and shaken up your entire world. Baran notices the way you stare at her in the mirror for a moment.
âThat is, unless you want your mom to see how beautiful you look after cumming on my fingers?â
She asks sarcastically, that smug smile only spreads wider. Her cheeks flush just the slightest bit, like she still canât believe any of that actually happened. That she could be that lucky.
Mom's friend!Baran who presses one final kiss to your bare shoulder before helping you pull your top on. She places her hands on your waist, smiling at you in the mirror like sheâs just not ready to pull away.
âYou should come over sometime. Iâll cook dinner, you can play with my son. Itâll be nice.â
She says softly, almost hesitantly, like sheâs afraid youâll brush her off when sheâs finally offering herself up like this.
âI would love that.â
That response makes Baran let out a sigh of relief. Her smile widensâgenuine and bright in a way that she rarely lets people see.
âGood.â
Mom's friend!Baran who leaves the house with her son asleep in her arms, hugging your mom goodbye. Just as sheâs about to go, she finds you one more time. Quickly, after checking to make sure your mother wasnât there, she gives you a peck on the lips.
âIâll call you.â
She mutters, grinning as she walks back to the car.
âIâll be waiting.â
You respond, watching as she huffs a small laugh and clicks the door open, gently slotting her son in his car seat. When Baran glances at you one last time, something in her expression tells you âiâll call youâ isnât some way of saying âletâs
cassie fucking victoria deeeeep and hard and her telling vic
âcan you feel me here, doll?â putting her hand on victoriaâs tummy
âbecause i can feel you just. right. here.â
dripping rn
( blacked out during and after reading this ask . now that iâm conscious again i am nodding my head vigorously !! )
mcvadi smut blurb as a treat â mdni / 18+, potential content warnings for dubcon and dacryphilia
cassie doesnât normally go so hard on her precious girl, but to be fair, victoria hasnât been acting very precious lately. itâs like what cassie gives her isnât enough, the way she whines and squirms, begging for more.
and now that the little brat is getting exactly what she asked for, she thinks she can back out? absolutely not.
ââs too much, cass, please,â her eyes, those adorable large brown eyes that cassie loves looking into while she fucks the lights out of them, are brimming with tears as she reaches down to try and push at cassieâs hips. the new toy theyâre trying out is bigger than any of their others and cassie has been going without rest for nearly an hour.
vicâs hands are pinned beside her head before they find any purchase. âaw, is it too much?â cassie murmurs, stills her determined efforts to teach her girl a thing or two about being grateful, âthatâs a real shame.â she wipes at the beads of sweat gathered on victoriaâs brow and trails her thumb down her cheek so it mixes with her tears. âmostly because i donât care.â and cassie goes right back to stretching vic out, grinning when the cock dumb thing wails hoarsely.
âcome on, baby,â sheâs in to the hilt and victoria is writhing with both discomfort and need because she hasnât been allowed to cum even once yet, âyouâre a big girl. you can handle it.â but cassie can see that vic is nearing her limit, fussing inconsolably and babbling total nonsense beneath her. she slows down but keeps each stroke nice and deep.
âshh, deep breaths. focus on how good it feels.â cassie takes one of victoriaâs hands in her own and guides it down her sweat slick abdomen so she can press it to her stomach. âfocus on how full you are.. thatâs it, good job.â vic always gets so wet when cassie talks to her like this, all honeyed and condescending. âcan you feel me?â
victoria is beyond comprehensible speechâ not that cassie expects an answer. she shifts her angle and uses her free hand to rub circles into vicâs aching clit, watches with rapt attention as her hole flutters around the toy, âyeah, you can.. in your tummy, huh? right here?â cassie can tell that vic is close again and lets her think itâs happening up until the very last second. she kisses her tears away as they thicken, hums against sticky skin, ânot yet, angel. wannaâ keep you like this for just a little longer. maybe then youâll know how to use your manners the next time you want something from me.â
( woah oh my god who wrote that , that was sososo crazy how the words just appeared on my screen wow )