editing barvadi blurb + second chapter of my mcvadi fic⌠drafting mcvadi medplay⌠drafting garvadi fic⌠drafting mcvadi dubcon⌠let's all get more perverted NOW
hai i love victoria i love mcvadi and i love sneaking my other interests into everything. I am planning on doing multiple of these and building up on the mcvadi-ness of it all !!! I hope i can learn to capture vicâs essence well lmao
aaand if we - me - were req another fauxcest mcvadi fic .. ? maybe with a hint - or abundance - of dacryphilia orrrrrrrrrrrr ..??? idk :)
sleazy pervy cassie coaxing victoria into calling her mom in bedâŚ
vicâs all shy at first, blushing profusely the first time cassie suggests it, almost offhandedly, while theyâre lounging on the couch. victoria stammers through a response, a lot of i donât knows and what ifsâcassie simply scoops her up onto her lap, petting all over the squirming girl, assuring her baby, itâs just a fantasy. donât i always take care of you? i just want you to feel good, sweetheart. cassieâs face remains impassive at vicâs hesitation, shrugging as if it means nothing, cradling victoriaâs face in her hand and leaning in for a tender kiss.
cassieâs extra careful, knows how to work her up to it, how to move so her girl is pliant beneath her, a cute little doll. hands moving feather-soft, lips brushing a sensitive spot on her neck, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as she begins to undress her. she has victoria naked from the waist down in record time, an arm draped across her face as thrusts into cassieâs face. a thin layer of sweat covers her body, her moans turning breathy and broken as she tries so so hard to come, but cassie keeps stilling her hips every time she gets close, strong forearms flexed keeping her in place.
please, please, cassâah,ahâmâso close, it hurts, please. iâve been so good. canât hold it, need it.
but cassie doesnât give in; she grips even tighter, already feeling the bruises blooming underneath her fingers. she looks up at victoria, her own face shining under the faint tv glow, covered in slick. oh, i know, i know you need it. and i always make you feel so good, donât i, honey? but you know what i want. câmon, just say it for me, sweet girl. she coos, tracing patterns on vicâs thigh, smiling growing predatory as the muscle twitches. the poor girlâs so pent-up.
victoria huffs, growing impatient, grabbing onto cassie's hair with her free hand. she forces cassie's head up, neck craned, nose bumping her clit, tongue lolled out and limp against her drooling hole. cassie can feel how desperate she is, warm and pulsing, fluttering against her tongue, trying to suck her in.
vic musters all of her strength into a particularly harsh thrust, nearly ripping herself forward, a sob tearing up her throat when cassie's tongue finally, finally nestles inside of her. she starts humping again, sloppy, uncoordinated, pulling cassie's hair so tight it must hurt, but cassie only laughs, the sound muffled between her legs. vic's pathetically close again and she knows cassie won't let her come if she doesn't comply, if she doesn't behave.
her whines come out airy and high, lower lip slotted between her teeth as she gives in. nghh, m-mom, mom, please. i wannaâwanna come all over your mouth. wanna make a mess on mamaâs couch.
white-hot embarrassment flashes through her, stinging behind her eyes and tightening her throat. her face crumples, a few tears spilling over and rolling down her cheeks, dropping onto cassie's spit-slick face and mixing with the wetness already coating her skin. she hates how good it feels to cry like this, to be small and vulnerable for cassie, who groans at the sight, biting into the tender skin of her inner thigh, making her buckle.
cassie pulls away, grabbing vic's waist and lifting her up, her slick cunt hovering above her, wetness trailing down her thighs in thin, glistening strands. vic starts crying in earnest, pleading,âpretty please, mom. please, i've been your good girlâ trying hard to ground down, desperate for any friction. cassie caresses the soft skin of her belly, relishing as vic's whole body trembles with sobs. this is her favorite game; getting the girl so worked up she's dumbed down, reduced to a mindless thing, messy and weeping, begging for permission to come.
shh, shh, it's okay. mamaâs gonna make you come, m'kay? mama just wants to look at your face while she fucks you. such pretty tears, god, how did i get so lucky, huh? momâs girl, momâs sweet doll.
cassie flips them over, crawling on top of victoria, hovering over her, taking in every tear-streaked inch of her. she leans down, tongue tracing the wet tracks on vic's cheeks, shushing her all the while, voice faux-sweet. she works three fingers inside, vic's needy cunt sucking them in with no resistance, and sets a bruising pace, pistoning in and out, palm hitting her puffy clit.
the wet, gushing sounds are obscene, proof of how much vic's getting off on this, and it's so so wrong it makes her flush with shame, the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest, painting her skin a pretty, blotchy pink. the tears come faster now, trailing down her face, her neck, reaching her still clothed chest, wetting the worn cotton.
oh, no, no, you look so cute like this, baby. momâs sick, sick little girl. you love it, donât you? being your momâs plaything, letting her do whatever she wants to you. donât be embarrassed, doll. mom loves it too.
victoria hiccups, moans morphing into crying, hips following the rhythm of cassieâs thrusts. her body arches into each movement, desperate to be closer, hands reaching for whatever she can touchâcassie's shoulders, her neck, the damp hair at her temples. cassie roughly lifts up vic's shirt, puts the hem of it in her mouth to hold it up, muffling her whimpers. she licks and bites at her nipples, turning them an angry shade of red, tasting the salt of her sweat and her tears.
it's so nice to be taken care of like this, to be pampered, to be turned into an obedient little thing, her mind going blank and quiet, all the usual noise of her thoughts replaced by cassie's hands and cassie's voice and the steady rhythm of being held down and taken apart. the orgasm builds so quickly she barely has time to react, crashing through her, punching out a drawn-out scream. she thrashes on the couch, legs kicking, her cunt trying to push cassie out, but cassie keeps pumping into her, relentless, working her through every last pulse.
you throwing a fit, baby? be good and stay still while i fuck you through it.
cassie takes pity on her and stills her movements, staying buried inside her, thumbing absentmindedly at her clit, petting, savoring how oversensitive her girl is, how every little touch makes her flinch and whimper. my perfect girl, you did so good. so beautiful for your mom. so pretty when you come, when you cry for me. i love you, sweetheart. mom loves you so much.
cassie maneuvers them around, so she's lying on her back, vic perched comfortably on her chest. she finally pulls out, earning a whine from the girl, and brings her fingers up, tips pruned from the wetness of her cunt. with a simple open, she pushes inside vic's wanting mouth. vic suckles lazily at them, tasting herself, licking them clean, her eyes fluttering shut.
she burrows into cassie's chest, breathing slowing, her body going slack, all fuzzy-brained and fucked out. cassie wraps an arm around her, humming something low and tuneless, the vibration rumbling through her chest against vic's cheek. vic drifts off to the sound of it, to the warmth of cassie's skin and the faint, steady beat of her heart.
garvadi coming back to me like a storm warning. thinking about the hate sex, the push and pull, the teasing and bullying, yolanda making victoria cry because she looks so good when she does. thinking about the only time that yolanda is actually nice, -ish, is when victoriaâs writhing on her bed, begging for yolanda to touch my clit, pleasepleaseplease, wanâ cum, yo- wanâ cumâ
thinking about yolanda doing so with a patronizing croon. so easy for me, âvadi. does mommy know youâll beg anyone to fuck you? victoria paws at her to stop, to please shut her mouth, and yolanda does with a pleased giggle because sheâs teased enough, anywayâlook, there are those tears sheâs been coveting.
thinking about⌠yolanda letting cassie know that sheâs the one victoria comes home with.
âyou should see her when she cries,â yolanda says over the pretext off reviewing the x-rays that cassieâs holding onto right now. the patientâs been wheeled to surgery and yolanda knows that sheâs overstaying her welcome, but sheâs seen the way cassie hovered around her prize. a little too late, donât you think?
cassie, for her part, doesnât react obviously but yolanda sees the tensing of her shoulders, the way her breaths leave her, rattling in the chest, and knows sheâs got her, hook, line, and sinker. yolanda hums like sheâs just talking about the weather. âsheâs a sight for sore eyes, thatâs for sure.â
at that, she pulls back and turns to leave, not before catching a glimpse of cassieâs furrowed eyes tracking her from the glass door. yolanda bites at a smirk and walks out of there with a sense of victory.
she doesnât meet victoriaâs eyes when she walks past her. victoria doesnât seem to mind, not when she steps into the room with cassieâs name on her tongue. greedy, greedy girl.
walshvadi and garvadi cathedrals inspired by @sunbleachedreams' gifset
it's an ongoing thing.
emery and yolanda are currently in the off mode of their on-again, off-again .... situation. as if there were a word that could possibly encapsulate have been hooking up since emery was yolanda's assigned med school mentor, and still are (sometimes) (well, really most of the time) even though it's been half a decade, several degrees, and many salary raises later.
the more immediate problem is, of course, the med student. the two of them toying with the med students on rotation isn't new, much to the dismay of robby (which is probably part of why they do it). it's fun and easy, helps pass the time for two adrenaline seekers who aren't always particularly fond of the cases they're given. usually, though, their tastes don't overlap.
typically, yolanda finds someone strong-willed and even sharper-tongued, more often than not, the gunner of the group (there's always one of them). she, not unlike a cat playing with a mouse, pulls them in with what feels like specialized treatment, entices them by actually calling them by name while practically ignoring everyone else, giving them priority on the more interesting cases, offering challenges combined with cheeky nods to make them feel special. emery, on the other hand, tends to find the lost lambs of the group, the softer souls who choose this path for heart and not head. she's callous and strategic, pushing them to find their own fire, thrilling in watching them harden while also reveling in being the one to do it. she likes to fly the plane, of course. she likes to be the captain of the ship, the voice of reason they turn to, spoon-feeding them challenges, but always there to be the savior. she gives the attention they characteristically so deeply desire (although only in small doses, just enough to keep them desperate; it's more fun that way),
the problem, though, is that victoria javadi is all of those things at the same time and more.
she's oh so soft; emery spots her watery eyes from across the department floor, sees her wringing her hands together and pulling her sleeves down to ball up her fists before she walks into certain patient rooms, all but verbally psyching herself up. she watches her follow mckay, robby, baran, anyone with any kind of authority really, around like a lost sheep. and so it's all too easy for emery to slot herself in, to make herself the sun to victoria's proverbial sunflower. victoria just bends so easily to even the slightest bit of praise, looks up at emery from the bedside with those giant, round eyes after even the simplest of compliments. emery offers cold commentary, but accented with the slightest good work victoria just to watch victoria's posture instantly straighten, for her expression to instantly brighten; it's almost impossible for emery not to want to play with her food.
but victoria's also stubborn and sarcastic; when yolanda walks into cases that victoria is on, she gets more than just the doe-eyed, pouted lips that emery seems to enjoy. unexpectedly (to yolanda anyways), victoria bites back, disagrees with directives, or at least doesn't blindly follow along as yolanda had expected of the lost little lamb that had first stumbled into the department. she reminds yolanda of her past self in some ways, not as ostentatious but also brave and instantly ready to prove doubting minds wrong. she's so eager in every way to correct when yolanda makes a comment, but also so much sharper than yolanda had initially expected, making sassy comments under her breath, and eventually yolanda can't stifle the chuckle that escapes her. she's so pliant, and yet it comes with an edge that victoria's still learning to wield, so of course yolanda wants to capitalize on that.
all that doesn't solve the other issue at hand: victoria's not just anyone. and eileen is not exactly an absent parent. they can't just bat her between them like they usually do with the few med students who fit both of their tastes; victoria is expressly, although unspokenly, off limits. which, of course, makes the game all the more fun.
nothing is obvious, or overt. this cannot hit the gossip circles, which is made all the more difficult by the fact that while eileen shamsi doesn't listen to drama around the hospital, it's a well-known fact that raymond javadi does.
but if emery has victoria scrub in on an extra surgery here or there, dropping a few more compliments than is entirely necessary while resting a hand on her lower back or if yolanda finds herself peering over victoria's shoulder a bit more carefully than she technically needs to so that she's just a bit too close, and asks more questions than she normally would specifically directed at victoria--well, that's not anything for betting boards now, is it?
now, victoria javadi, in all her wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights glory, leaving for the car park with a grinning emery walsh on her right and a smirking yolanda garcia on her left--that's cause for gossip.
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