Sinful Thoughts

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[sinfulwlw]

Updated February 18th 2021

All my works are either gender neutral or she/her pronouns. (smuts will be reader with a vagina) All works can also be found on my AO3, second nsfw account is @sinfuls-sins, blank and ageless blogs will be blocked regardless if they are nsfw/18+

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[fawnpalmer]

quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[yesterdayiwrote]

The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...

Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?

[zaziki1412]

Reblog cause FACTS

[k-starr-ent-ceo]

Also, AI was built on people's work, so of course some would look like it. Stay the fuck away from my ellipsis and em-dashes.

[wrongspacetime]

♪ I got you wrapped around my little finger ♪

[sprinklemoafi]

Wanting to pull on that chain with my teeth pls 🎀🖤

[ozarkthedog]

excuse me, daddy? sorry! daddy? sorry, i mean daddy? sorry! daddy?

[sinfulwlw]

I'm sorry Sepi's newest ig story is her with a gold chain... I am on my kneeeeessss

[lesspopped]

affirmation: I am capable of finishing the works of pornographic fanfiction I start writing

[wave2whirr]

I cant get sepideh moafi out my head and its so bad. Especially that one scene of her if yk what I mean. I'm so down bad fuckkkk

[trintrinsantos]

From my belowdeckau!, after married Yolanda and Baran’s final day on the charter, they meet up with lead deck hand Trinity at a local club in Croatia.

Trinity didn’t set out to meet them in the club after their charter ended.

That was the story she was going with, anyways.

So if she happened to mention to them where she and a few of the crew were headed that evening once Yolanda and Baran were off the yacht, that was a complete coincidence. A complete, harmless coincidence.

Which is why she tried using that line on the two of them when she spotted them waiting for her in the club, like some sort of wet dream.

“How sweet,” Baran says, one of her hands resting on Yolanda’s thigh and a smile that is dangerous on her face, “she thinks we came to this club for fun.”

Trinity tries to keep her eyes on their faces. For fuck sakes, she’s spent the past few weeks seeing them on the boat in bikinis, in loose linen, with damp hair and sun-warm skin. Sometimes in significantly less if she walked inside at the wrong time and had to turn around so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.

She should be used to how beautiful these women are by now.

Except somehow, in the dim red-light of the club, with Baran in a red dress and Yolanda in pants, that is worse.

It is so much worse.

It also makes her start throbbing.

“Then why are you here?” Trinity asks, even though she knows the answer before the words are out of her mouth. Yolanda rolls her eyes, but her hands are already reaching for Trinity’s waist. Yolanda pulls her in, their knees pressed against her thighs on either side, like Trinity has always meant to be in between them.

She’s grateful that she already has some alcohol in her system from back on the boat when her and Victoria, the second stew, did their makeup in the too small cabin. She doesn’t think she’d be able to handle this if she didn’t have some sort of liquid encouragement in her.

“I think you know the answer to that, you’re a smart girl,” Baran’s voice is nearly unbearably sweet as she reaches out and wraps her hand around Trinity’s wrist, pulling her even impossibly closer.

It’s probably pathetic, the way Trinity nods.

Their charter is over. The flirting has probably means nothing to them, or at least not the kind of thing it means to Trinity, who has spent the last two weeks pretending her pulse does not triple each time that either of them look at her. They are married for fuck sakes. They spent ten years loving each other and chartered a yacht that costs more for a week than Trinity’s entire first semester of medical school.

Still, Trinity wants Baran to think she is smart.

She wants Yolanda to keep looking at her like that.

She wants to be thought of by them at all.

It’s not as pathetic, though, as her letting the two of them stand up and pull her behind them without asking a single sensible question. Baran’s hand stays wrapped around her wrist as Yolanda's arm slips around Baran’s waist, directing them all to the back of the club where the unisex bathroom is.

She really should think harder about this. She has a few more charters left in the season, that she still needs this job to be able to afford to go to school in the fall, that the tips from Yolanda and Baran alone were enough that she could pay rent for a few months if she was careful. Even if Yolanda had said that Trinity is coming home with them, that was just her flirting. She just needs to remind herself that this is fun. Flirting like that comes naturally to women like Yolanda and Baran.

At least they aren’t her clients anymore, she won’t lose her job by letting them lock the bathroom door behind them.

Trinity takes a shaky inhale as Yolanda presses herself against Trinity’s back at the same time that Baran turns to face her.

It’s a terribly wonderful position to be in, caught between them, warm on both sides.

Yolanda whispers dirty words into her ears as Baran slips her hand down Trinity’s skirt and rests it on the outside of her underwear. Trinity lets out a whimper as she can feel Baran’s fingertips start to rub slowly against the wet spot that she hadn’t even known about until Baran’s fingers were teasing it. She wants to twist and turn, but Yolanda has a sturdy grip on her hips and her mouth is hot against Trinity’s neck. She tilts her head, closing her eyes for only a second before they pop open when Baran kisses her.

The noise that comes out of her is ungodly and makes a blush heat up her chest and cheeks as Yolanda just laughs against the shell of her ear in a way that feels too intimate.

“Baran, be nice to her,” Yolanda teases her wife and Trinity can hear the smile in her voice.

“Me?” Baran says and she’s smiling as she takes the hand that isn’t currently resting outside of Trinity’s underwear and brings it up to rest against Trinity’s jaw before she kisses her again.

It’s too much, but her thighs clench around Baran’s wrist anyways. She always wants more than she can have.

She’s ready to beg, but Baran won’t stop kissing her. She even keeps their mouths joined when Baran’s warm fingers finally slide into her underwear from the side and through her slick folds.

(She’ll learn months later that it was, in fact, Yolanda’s anniversary gift to Baran that she got to be the first one to make Trinity come.)

Trinity is panting by the time Baran finally pulls back, her big doe eyes already assessing Trinity. Trinity doesn’t does want to know what she finds when she looks at her.

“Oh, Yola,” Baran says, her eyes flicker behind Trinity and Trinity feels grateful not to be on the end of her eyes for a moment. She's not as lucky when Baran pushes inside of her with a finger and those doe eyes are back on her face. “That feel nice?” Baran asks and Trinity nods, all thoughts other than the two women touching her out the window.

“Trinity,” Yolanda says and Trinity turns her head to look at her and this time it’s Yolanda who kisses her.

Her groans only grow louder, once Yolanda stops kissing her, as one of her hands slips from it’s spot on her waist and pushes up Trinity’s shirt as Yolanda’s hand climbs her stomach until it reaches the soft swell of her breast.

“No bra?” she tsks against Trinity’s ear and Trinity whimpers. “See, Baran, I told you she was waiting for us.”

It doesn’t take long after that. Yolanda’s thumb circles her nipple over and over until Trinity is pushing her chest out, desperate for more. Another one of Baran’s fingers enters her and Trinity grabs for an arm.

She’s not sure who she’s touching at first, it’s all becoming too blurry with the red light and heat rising in her body. She’s sure she’s sweating at this point, but she doesn’t care. All she wants is them to keep touching her, to make her come.

“Such a good girl,” Baran says and she clenches around Baran’s fingers at the words. Baran lets out a quiet “fuck” herself before doubling her efforts and Trinity thinks she’s going to pass out it’s too good. Yolanda’s hand that isn’t plucking at a nipple, slides until it’s resting on Trinity’s stomach, undoing her in a way that makes her knees threaten to give out.

“Please,” she finds herself begging. For them to keep touching her, for them to stop touching her, for them to let her come, for them to let her stay.

Baran just slips her thumb down again, gathering more of the wetness that Trinity is sure coats Baran’s entire hand, and starts firmer circles around her clit and yes. That’s what she needs, she could almost cry.

They kiss her again, one after the other, until Trinity forgets everything but them.

“That’s it,” Yolanda coos against her ear and she’s twisting again. “Be a good girl and come on my wife’s fingers.”

That’s all it takes for her to come. Her nails dig into the arm that she’s still holding and she’s pretty sure she’s crying. She’s leaning forward and Baran’s hand that isn’t currently inside of her slides around the back of her neck. Her fingers start rubbing soothing circles against her overheated skin as she rests her forehead against Baran’s collarbone.

“Come back to our hotel room,” Baran says and she feels herself nodding against the bone. She’d text Victoria that she’d be back on the boat the next morning and to let the bosun know.

She can feel Yolanda pressing a kiss to the back of Baran’s hand where it rests on her neck before pressing on to Trinity’s head as well. She can feel each inhale and exhale as she tries to bring herself back from the clouds. Yolanda’s hand is steady against her stomach, keeping their bodies pressed together.

For a few quiet moments, she feels completely safe.

A small whimper escapes her before she can swallow it when Baran’s fingers slide out of her. When she opens her eyes, she nearly comes again as she turns to watch Baran slides her still wet fingers into Yolanda’s mouth with the softest “you were right, she has to come home with us.”

(It’s even later she learns it was Baran’s anniversary gift to Yolanda that she got to taste Trinity first.)

[trintrinsantos]

Trinity Santos working as a lead deck hand during the summers of her last years of undergrad on a yacht in Croatia. Trinity spending her summer after graduating undergrad and trying to decide whether she needs to take a deferral to save enough money for medical school in the fall.

Yolanda and Baran renting out the yacht as a 10 year anniversary gift to each other.

Trinity trying to keep it professional around Yolanda and Baran who are insistent on flirting with her and touching her every chance that they get.

“Can’t you drive us on the jet ski?”

“No, Santos is going to be on the paddle board with me.”

“Trinity, please put on my sunscreen?”

Baran catches her early one morning with a baseball hat on that is definitely not part of her uniform and Trinity is sure she’s gonna get chewed out by her bosun, but instead he comes to her with red tipped ears letting her know that the boss told him that Trinity was not just permitted but encouraged to continue to wear the hat during this charter.

And God, Trinity is trying to keep it professional because she’s making more money than she’s ever seen working on this boat and she respects the boat owner.

Except they are getting more and more forward with her and she can’t stop blushing around them. Each time they get off the boat, they want Trinity to be the one accompanying them no matter how much it drives her fellow crew mates crazy. Yolanda buying her jewelry when they stop at places that could finance her entire fall semester. Baran grabbing her wrist, her arms, her waist to direct her.

One of the last nights of their charter and they are sitting on the deck while Trinity is cleaning up the toys and she overhears their not at all subtle conversations about anniversary presents until Baran coos at Yolanda that she knows who she wants as a present.

And finally Trinity just says “you’re going to make me lose my job.”

Yolanda smirks and says “good, we leave in a two days and you’re coming home with us” while Baran just grips Trinity’s arm and nods with those doe eyes that have Trinity in so much trouble.

[twinxleaf]

au where trinity & baran hook up at a lesbian bar three days prior to baran starting her role at the pitt...psppspsp any takers

[sinfulwlw]

Hey! Hello there nice to see you’re still here.

I've always been here 😂 just lurking more so now as I haven't written anything in years...

[templecat]

garsanshimi breeding kink who said that

I want to apologise in advance and blame the heatwave for everything below the cut

MDNI

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Trinity collapses onto her back, breathing heavily as her orgasm fades, Baran's tongue still pressed to her clit. She prepares for the sensation to continue; Baran always loved cleaning her up, licking every last drop whilst she hummed in satisfaction.

"Wait." Yolanda settles her hand on the back of Baran's head, threading her fingers into curls. "Leave her, Baran."

Baran looks up at her from between Trinity's legs. Her chin is glistening, lips red and shining. "And why would I do that?"

Yolanda just smiles, pushes on Baran's shoulders until she falls back on the bed next to Trinity. Baran must see something she likes in her eyes because she allows herself to be manhandled easily. Yolanda reaches over them both, opens the bedside drawer and pulls out the long purple dildo that she knows is Baran's favourite.

She settles back on her knees. She brings the tip of it to Trinity's cunt, who spasms at the sensation, oversensitive.

"Yola, baby, I don't think I can take it yet."

Yolanda cooes softly, stroking her free hand over her thigh. "It's not for you, don't worry. I just think you've got all this pretty cum between your legs and it would be a shame to waste it."

In front of her she sees Baran's breath hitch. She ignores it outwardly, continuing to slide the silicone between Trinity's folds, making sure every drop is caught and spread along the shaft. Trinity takes it, whimpering softly. Inwardly Yolanda uncoils at the way Baran's eyes have become transfixed on the dildo, pupils swallowing the brown of her irises.

When she's finally satisfied, and when Trinity is at the edge of what she can take, Yolanda moves back. She steps off the bed to pull the harness on before securing the dripping strap in the ring.

Baran had watched every movement hungrily.

Yolanda settles above her, one arm holding her up and the other sliding from Baran's inner thigh, trailing slowly until it reaches her knee. She pushes, and Baran opens for her.

Yolanda kisses softly to her jaw. "You want this, baby? You want Trinity's cum inside you?"

Baran nods, eyelids heavy, reaching a hand up to hold onto Yolanda's shoulder. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

Yolanda pushes in, slowly, rolling her hips and feeling the way the other woman stretches around her. So tight at first, she has to pull on Baran's knee to bring her deeper. She bottoms out, and holds still.

Baran's head falls back against the pillow, letting out a low exhale as she's filled. Before Yolanda can move Trinity is already there, lips pressing against her exposed throat, now recovered enough from her overstimulation to be fully on board with what's happening. She lies on her side next to Baran, fingers trailing across her chest. She pulls back enough to say, "Yola's pushed me so deep inside you, baby."

Baran moans at that, fingers tightening their grip on Yolanda's shoulder.

Yolanda pulls back, tilting her hips as she does to force the pressure to drag against Baran's front wall. She pushes back in, watches the way the muscles of Baran's abdomen jerk. She does it again, and again, building a rhythm, pushing Trinity's cum deeper with every thrust.

"You're taking it so well, Baran. You want me to come inside too? Have us both fill up that pretty pussy?"

Baran only manages to answer in gasps, eyes rolling back, chest heaving as she's fucked.

Trinity's moved her attention to Baran's clit, deft fingers circling the space between them as Yolanda's hips snap forwards. "I think she does, Yola. I think she wants both of us to be dripping out of her."

Yolanda loves this, loves the way Baran tightens at the thought, making her have to thrust harder, loves the way Trinity is looking at both of them like they're the hottest thing she's ever seen. The strap is rubbing at her own clit with every movement and she can feel the heat of it spreading across her skin like flames.

"Look at you, mi amor, you just want us to breed you, don't you?" She presses in harder, Baran's gasps coming faster. "So greedy, wanting both of us."

Baran manages to form words but they're fractured, bordering on desperate. "Need you to come in me, Yola." Another grind, another moan. "Right next to Trinity. Please."

"Anything you want, baby. Both of us."

Trinity shows her agreement with this statement by kissing Baran, and Yolanda can see their tongues dancing, wet and desperate.

Yolanda holds onto Baran's thigh, using her as leverage to fuck her deeper, hard enough she knows there will be bruises in the shape of her fingers tomorrow. Her girlfriends' kiss has become sloppy, Baran barely able to keep up as Yolanda keeps going. Trinity doesn't seem to mind, mouth sliding against her throat instead, hand still moving over Baran's clit.

Yolanda can feel the pleasure uncurling within her, knows Baran can't hold on much longer either by the way her hips are jerking, involuntary and speeding up.

"I'm close, baby."

"Please, please come in me."

Yolanda grinds forwards, burying the strap inside her and burying her head into Baran's neck as she comes. Baran flies after her, spine bowing from the bed, legs wrapping around Yolanda as her hips lift to meet her. Words tumble around them, in Spanish and Farsi, and even a low oath breathed out in Tagalog next to them.

Eventually Yolanda lets her weight drop, lying on Baran's chest. They both breathe heavily, chests rising and falling in sync, Yolanda still pressed inside her.

Trinity allows them all of thirty seconds of recovery before saying, "I vote me next."

[blueeyesshyskies]

There’s also so many others but you get the point

[blueeyesshyskies]

Baran al Hashimi’s arms. Reblog if you agree