happy fathers day yet again from your local fucked up daddy issues freak but goddd I can't stop thinking about dana murmuring a come to daddy, baby.
sitting back on the couch, legs spread, patting her thigh as she says it. emma all sweet and eager to please, starting to pad over when dana tells her to stop. ah-ah, kiddo. hands and knees.
emma feels like she probably shouldn't like that as much as she does. the embarrassment of it burning in her gut, dripping between her legs as she wordlessly obeys, sinking to her hands and knees, crawling to dana— crawling to her daddy. sitting back on her knees at dana's feet, head bowed, hands folding in her lap. polite, just like her daddy taught her to be.
she's rewarded by dana's hand petting her hair back, cradling the back of her head, telling her to look up f'me, hun. emma barely swallows back a whimper as she does, dana's fingers scratching lightly at her scalp, dana's eyes heavylidded, hungry and fond all at once as she looks down at her girl.
there we are, dana croons, hand sliding down to cradle emma's cheek, petting her thumb under emma's big, brown eye, there's daddy's favorite girl, huh? my little angel. emma shuddering out her tension, shoulders slumping a little, resting her cheek against dana's knee, the other still being gently pet by the older woman.
emma can still feel the steady pulse between her legs, but it only serves to make her fuzzier, sleepy where she's curled between her daddy's legs. her eyes flutter softly shut, warm all over. aw, what a sweet girl, on her knees for daddy, just where you belong. that's my good, good girl. my lamb. <3
victoria doing the ‘calling my gf ‘friend’ to see her reaction’ prank to trinity but trinity is Not having it so she turns the recording off and shows her exactly how ‘friendly’ they are
Victoria laughs, somewhat nervously, as Trinity reaches over her shoulder to turn the TikTok off. This thing between them is somewhat new, but Victoria already figured out her girlfriend - oh my god, Trinity is her girlfriend - had possessive tendencies.
And the look those blue eyes are giving her right now ? Yeah, Victoria might be in trouble.
‘Friends, mmh ?’ Trinity raises an eyebrow.
‘It’s a TikTok trend, babe,’ Victoria rolls her eyes and something flashes in her girlfriend’s eyes. Yep, Trinity has no patience for brattiness, she continues speaking before she can get in even more trouble, ‘you know we’re not friends.’
Victoria goes in for a kiss, hoping that’s the end of it, when she gets pushed against the counter.
‘Oh I know,’ Trinity says, hands keeping Victoria’s hips pressed to the granite behind her, mouth right by the other girl’s ear.
‘I’m just not sure you do, sweetheart.’
Oh. Victoria knows what this is about. It’s not just the silly little TikTok. ‘Sweetheart.’
That’s what Cassie - Dr. McKay calls her, sometimes.
It’s sweet, really. It’s innocent, motherly, always said in a very mentor/mentee, student/teacher relationship sort of way, but Trinity wants to hear none of it. She’s always going on and on about McKay ‘hovering’ and ‘talking her through things when she doesn’t need too’ or ‘looking too insistently.’
Victoria tried once to use the Yolanda argument, you’re one to talk, but Trinity just pointed out, exactly, I know what I’m talking about. She can never win against her girlfriend.
And she’s not gonna win tonight.
‘I think,’ Trinity starts, one hand trailing down Victoria’s hip, stomach, thigh, then finally crotch, grabbing it firmly, as the shorter girl gasps, ‘you need a reminder of who this belongs to.’
Trinity’s lips finally rests upon Victoria’s, breathing in her every exhale, but she doesn’t kiss her. Not yet.
‘Who do you belong to, Victoria ?’
Victoria barely lets her girl finish her sentence before blurting out, a desperate edge to her voice, ‘You, I’m yours, Trinity Santos,’ and finally seals their lips in a biting kiss.
later in the night can be heard, do friends do this to you, huh, tell me, as trinity opens victoria up with her fingers, do you cry this pretty for all your friends, sweetheart, when an overstimulated victoria comes for the third time in a row on trinity’s tongue, look who’s fucking you, who’s making you feel good. it’s me, it’s my dick inside your cunt. don’t call me one of your little friends again, where trinity is fucking victoria in front of a full length mirror, legs spread to make sure her gf can see her dick disappearing deep inside her pussy
emery finishing yelling at some med students in the ED trial-by-fire style and then picking up her phone to answer her wife's call with "hi sweetheart, what's wrong? did something happen?" in the gentlest, most opposite tone than what she just used with the pittlings 2 seconds earlier
trinity, who is getting fucked quite mercilessly into the mattress, face down ass up as baran holds her arms tightly behind her back after getting scolded too many times to stop touching herself.
the side of her face is smushed into the sheets, drool pooling around her mouth as small whimpers fall from her. the sound of the headboard hitting the wall is the only thing her senses can pick up on other than the drilling of barans strap into her wet cunt.
she’s out of her fucking mind and she knows it, trinity can’t keep track of anything that her body is doing, whatever is coming out of her mouth is completely unknown to her.
but when baran thrusts in at a particularly hard angle, she hears the words, “mommy, please!” from somewhere around the room.
it’s not until baran fully stills, her cock pulling completely out of trinity that she realizes what exactly she just said.
“what’s that, baby?” she hears baran ask. she’s unstable and unwell and flustered and she cant move her body or speak and she’s crying, sobbing out unintelligible words.
the sound of baran shushing her calms her down slightly, her hands letting go of the tight grip she had around trinitys wrists, moving to rub over her back and the curve of her ass. she feels baran slowly push the strap back inside of her as she whispers sweet nothings from above.
“you’re alright, babygirl, mommy’s got you. all you need to do is stay still and take this dick so good. can you do that, princess? yeah, that’s right- open that pussy for mommy, you’re such a good girl.”
An excerpt from my young rabbot fic! - should be uploaded sometime next week
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They're cuddled on the couch when Jack tells him. Jack is laying on his back, feeling the cool brown leather beneath him and the welcomed weight of Robby's long body over him. Robby cries, sobs into his shoulder, presses his body against Jack’s like he can fuse them together, keep Jack from leaving.
“Baby,” Jack murmurs, one hand playing with the fluffy silken strands of Robby's hair, the other running soothingly up his back under his sweatshirt, tracing invisible patterns. “Michael, my angel, you have to promise me,” Robby raises his head, his wide brown eyes dripping tears, “if somethin’ happens-” Robby opens his mouth to argue. “No, listen. If somethin’ happens- if I don't come back, I need you to promise me that you'll move on, ‘kay?”
“Jackie, you can't ask me that.” Jack cradles Robby’s face, his thumb stroking a high cheekbone. Robby turns his head and nuzzles the delicate skin on the inside of Jack's wrist before planting an open mouth kiss there.
“I need you to be safe and happy for me. It will make it easier to be out there if I know you're here living your life. Go to parties, make friends, find someone else. You have so much love to give, don't you dare waste it on me.”
Robby takes his lips from Jack's wrist. “You're it for me Jack. Don't ask me to move on after, because there's never gonna be anyone else,” he’s agitated now, angry in a way that’s obviously to hide his fear, “Why are we even having this conversation? You're going to be fine.”
He sounds so desperate, Jack doesn't have the heart to argue with him. “Yeah, baby, I'm gonna be fine. Gonna miss you.”
Robby presses his forehead against Jack’s, “I love you Jack Abbot, always.” He says it with a ferociousness Jack rarely sees from him.
cw: heavy fauxcest. don't like? don't fucking read then loll. 😂
godddd they're so creep4creep perv4perv sick4sick degenerate4degenerate
• cassie actually rejoices when victoria fights w shamshi... bc it means the girl's gonna come to her completely broken, just wanting to cling to mommy like her life depends on it. she's basically vic's world and doesn't need anything but her:(( and cassie LOOOVES to feed the codependency<3 loves to wrap victoria in her arms, kiss her tears aways and whisper: "shhh, mama's right here little girl," the fact that she molded victoria into this makes her so wettt like,,,,
• victoria loves to call cassie "mom" when they're out. maybe they are on a date in some restaurant and victoria orders wine, but when the waitress is about to pour the liquid into cassie's glass, vic says: "my mom will just have water, sorry" with the most innocent face ever. cassie just smirks and tells her: "thanks, kiddo," while patting her hair. as the night goes on victoria gets a little tipsy, so she moves to cassie's side and starts to bite her neck and peck her on the lips. she even tries to make cassie cup her pussy under the table, but her mommy just stops her bc the poor waitress is looking at them completely horrified... victoria is sick af and gets off to that really bad.
• cassie loves to bury her strap deeep inside victoria's cunt while telling her how sick they are<3 she absolutely adores having the girl's legs over her shoulders as she stares riiight into those big bambi eyes:3 slamming into her sososo fucking rough it hurts, saying: "look at us, baby, look what you're letting your mom do to you. dirty fucking girl," before kissing her. and victoria smiles into cassie's mouth like she had just been called the prettiest girl in the world.
plus !!!! victoria posting a "happy mother's day to the only woman who can put up with me<3" ig story for cassie while shamsi hasn't even received a text in the whole day. just being messy af
need the version of garsanshimi/garsantos/barantos where it’s garcia and baran both having a situationship with trinity and having no idea about the other.
garcia blowing off extra surgery steam in a dark supply closet with trinity, railing her from behind with her strap, panting and biting against the back of her neck. you’re so being so good for me baby, yeah. this is what you’re made for. giving me what I need. just like that, fuck…
trinity with a hand on the back of her neck, pressed up against the wall, mewling like a damn kitten under the grip, trying to find anything she can to hold onto. please, baby, please. too much, too big…ah…
garcia only smirking and going harder. you can take it, you can take it until I’m done…
baran that worships more than she fucks, loves nothing more than to get on her knees and bury her face between trinity’s thighs, make her come over and over, but she also lets trinity pin her up against a bathroom stall and take her how she wants, no matter how desperate or rough.
oh baby, you’re making mommy feel so good, just like that, doing so well f’me, f’mama…
trinity doesn’t mean to pit them against each other, don’t mean to be lying to both of them it’s just…she likes the range they give her. yolanda, who fucks her until she’s sobbing and begging. baran, who kisses and soothes and cradles her until she’s boneless and happy.
neither of them can do what the other does, not in the way she wants them to.
keeping them apart is easy. they work on different floors, neither likes to do pda at work, they don’t even cross paths.
it’s at home when the slip-up finally comes.
baran practically invites herself over, kissing at trinity’s neck before she’s barely even got over the threshold.
she’s desperate, hands all over trinity, mommy needs this baby, needs you, please, pulling at her hair, her clothes, her-
she stops.
draws back.
takes in the bruises up and down trinity’s ribs, the marks littering her boobs, the distinct bite mark on her collarbone.
trio I made up because yeah I think crus deserves two puppies making out around his dick and whining and drooling on it with big watery eyes :) cruswhitcarter?
if I said prostitute emma x on sabbatical dana would I be shot. if I said they're both catholically guilty about it. if I said it's the best sex dana's had and emma has to try not to be enamoured with the older woman. if I say they get codependently possessively attached to each other. turns into a sugarbaby/mommy situation. if I said dana panting into emma's mouth and mumbling you shouldn't want this, baby, and emma whimpering back I tried not to.
there was no way in hell that samira could’ve predicted her fourth of july weekend would end up this way.
the first sign had come when both her and emery had got the whole weekend off, the day itself included. for doctors, emergency doctors at that, it was unheard of.
emery had taken full advantage of it.
she’d woken them up at the crack of dawn with two duffel bags packed, a cooler of diet coke in the back seat and a promise that she was going to make it all worth it.
samira, as always, trusted her implicitly. she’d finished off the rest of her sleep in emery’s truck, waking to tall trees, clean air and a bright sky. she’d smiled. emery’s home.
she had met most of emery’s family in passing, but never all together.
that was a difficult thing to organise. emery’s four brothers all lived in different states, none of them near pittsburgh, so the most interaction samira had really had with her fiancée’s family were a few dinners with her parents now and again when they came to visit.
seeing all four brothers at once was certainly…an experience.
danny was the eldest, a typically tall and strong marine with the same dark hair and easy grin as emery. after him was jamie, an airman that seemed to be the most guns-ho person samira had ever met. then it was warren, who was skinnier but no less competitive then his older brothers. after emery was her twin brother, sonny, who lived in indiana and was the one samira knew best.
despite their distance, all five of them were very close.
all four of emery’s brothers, however, loved samira.
to the point that they were now out in the field behind emery’s parents house, playing a makeshift game of football in an attempt to win out their sister’s girlfriend.
emery, never one to back down, had joined in.
samira had pointed out that emery had already put a ring on her finger but that wasn’t the point, apparently. they need to know you’re mine.
emery was the smallest out of her siblings but did not let that stop her, frequently pushing them over or jumping on them to make them drop the ball. their dad stood at the sideline, laughing his head off at his five adult children still squabbling like babies.
samira sat between the drinks cooler and emery’s mother, watching the scene unfold with amusement.
“have they always been like this?”
“unfortunately. flirting has never been the walsh family strong suit.”
samira had grinned. she loved watching this side of emery; the purely competitive, baby sister doing her best to beat out her brothers. it was a far cry from the competent, cool-headed surgeon she was supposed to be marrying.
emery’s mother had shown her emery’s baby pictures when emery hadn’t been looking, old photos of a tiny emery bossing her big brothers around as though it were a military operation, scowling up at the camera. it was very typical emery, even at that young age.
emery’s mother had smiled. “do you think you’ll have a big family, samira?”
samira’s gaze had darted to emery, who was currently on danny’s back, trying to wrestle him to the ground.
they’d not announced anything yet, it was too soon to say, but there was a reason emery was trying to tire her roughhousing brothers out before they got too close to her girl. she was protective, even amongst family.
samira had simply smiled and shrugged. “you’ll have to ask emery about that.”
emery’s mother was gracious enough to not push her further. she was already a grandmother to danny’s two boys and warren’s little girl, so it wasn’t like there was any rush for any more grandchildren.
still, she wrapped an arm around samira’s shoulder and squeezed. she’d probably noticed samira hadn’t taken anything out of the drinks cooler.
the game goes on for an hour and a half before emery jogs over, shattered and filthy, but grinning at samira like she’s just hung the moon.
“how am i doing, baby?”
samira had simply rolled her eyes and wiped the dirt from emery’s nose. “you’re a real winner, em.”
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