#barantos x reader

[hunnytoastt]

Teddy Bear (Baran x Reader x Trinity DRABBLE)

CW: 18+, MDNI, smut, gn!reader, afab!reader (no pronouns), cuddling, somno, CNC, fingering (r!receiving), power dynamics, D/D/S

If you want to spend the night with Trinity and Baran, be prepared to be treated more as their personal teddy bear than their partner.

Baran takes her position behind you, wrapping her long arms around your front and tucking your head beneath her chin. Her hand will always find its way to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles and kneading at the flesh like a content kitten.

Trinity, on the other hand, prefers laying on her back so that she can wrap her bicep beneath you. Once your head is firmly nuzzled into her breasts, her nails lightly scratch at your scalp until your breath deepens.

It's difficult to stay awake for long when you're sandwiched between the two beautiful women like this. The scent alone tips you into a dreamlike bliss, Baran's floral shampoo mixing with the musk of Trinity's unshaven armpits.

But with three soft, warm bodies pressed up against one another, it is inevitable that will become uncomfortably hot.

It starts with the blankets.

In your sleep, you kick and shimmy the blankets off your sweating form until they bunch at your feet. But still, it's too hot.

Next come the shorts.

And with them, your sleepy fingers hook into your underwear.  At the farthest edge of the bed, the blankets are joined by the sweat soaked bottoms that protected your lower half.

This much movement alone would wake anyone, but, in all honesty, Trinity and Baran had been waiting for their little toy to unwrap itself for them.

As you fall back into a deep sleep, Baran's gentle hand moves higher, taking your hardened nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She pinches just hard enough for you to whimper and moan without ever fully waking up.

Trinity is more focused on the wet, puffy cunt that is now spread before her. With a quick swipe to the edge of your mouth, Trinity gathers some of your drool and rubs her thumb up and down your glistening clit.

As the two women fuck you throughout the night, you remain peacefully asleep, happy to cum over and over again in your dreams.

When you finally wake up, the warmth behind you has been replaced by the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifting in from the kitchen. Baran had always been an early riser.

Luckily, the soft chest beneath your head remained, however, it had been shaking lightly with a quiet chuckle.

"Morning sleepy head." Trinity laughs and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Looks like someone slept well."

As your blurry eyes begin to focus, they're met with the sticky mess that had been left between your thighs during the night.

Before you can open your mouth to reply, Baran enters the room with three mugs of hot coffee and smile adorning her face.

You would deal with this later. For now, you were happy to be their personal teddy bear.

[maximoffwitch]

CONGRATS ON THREE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS AHHHHH you so deserve it each and every one of your works devours 💓💓💓

also hear me out 📬 for baran OR trinity...

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thank you so much cami for your kind words and for sending this!! 💓 you inspired me to write my first barantos fic bc i couldn't make a decision teehee 🤭 this is part of my summer celebration :)

tags: trinity has abandonment issues; barantos; hurt/comfort

word count: 894

As she steps into the bedroom to grab a hoodie for weekly movie night, Trinity spots the packet sticking out of your purse, the large red S catching her attention. Never one to ask for permission, and her curiosity getting the better of her, she grabs the piece of mail.

Though she can immediately tell what this is, the “Congratulations” written across the front along with the Stanford logo being dead give aways, Trinity still flips through the pages, anger and betrayal bubbling up in her chest.

“What the fuck is this?” She storms back into the living room, gripping the paper so tightly it’s on the verge of tearing.

Your and Baran’s soft laughter dies down, and you push yourself up to sitting on the couch as Baran mutes the television. When you see what your girlfriend is holding, you narrow your eyes.

“Where did you find that?”

But Trinity ignores your question, her mind blinded by rage and desperate for answers.

“What? You were just gonna pick up and move across the country without telling us?”

“Trinity,” Baran says softly but sternly, trying to placate the younger woman.

That’s when Trinity notices how calm your other girlfriend looks, how unfazed and unsurprised Baran is, and she realizes.

“You knew about this?” Trinity scoffs and another wave of indignation crashes over her.

Baran opens her mouth to explain, but you interject, not wanting to put her in the middle of this apparent mess you’ve created.

“Of course she did, Trinity,” you snap before taking a deep breath. The last thing you want to do is escalate this into an argument. Over the past couple of months, you’ve come to learn that fighting with Trinity is a losing battle. “She’s my attending.”

And as a resident herself, Trinity, of course, understands the fellowship application process, the need for a letter of recommendation. But as your girlfriend, as Baran’s girlfriend, she can’t understand. She can’t understand how you didn’t even talk to her about even considering Stanford as one of your options, how Baran could know about this and even recommend you for it and not tell her.

For a moment, no one says anything, the calm fury in Trinity’s eyes saying enough as she looks between you and Baran.

“What is wrong with you?” she says finally, her fiery gaze directed at you. “You think because you got into Stanford that you’re too good for us? What? Because I’m still just a resident I didn’t deserve to know? I’m still your girlfriend–” she spits your name out with such disdain that it takes a valiant effort not to flinch.

You know how quick a fuse Trinity is, how little it takes for her to be set ablaze. You also know her bark is a lot worse than her bite, so you just raise your brows and give her a pointed look.

“Are you done?”

If it was possible, Trinity’s ears would be steaming, your words only enraging her even further. “Am I done?” she echoes, and she can feel her throat tightening as her anger burns down into resignation and hurt.

“You’re moving across the country and didn’t tell me.” Trinity’s voice cracks just slightly at the last word, and it sends a pang straight to your heart.

“Trin?” You say her name tenderly as you stand up from the couch and approach her, taking the crumpled packet out of her hand. You spare a quick glance down at the red and white before tossing it aside. “Did you see anything else in my bag while you were snooping?”

Your lips curve up into a teasing smile. Trinity frowns, this time her eyebrows knit with confusion instead of wrath.

Slipping past her, you quickly go into the bedroom, grab a different white envelope, before returning to the den and handing it to her.

Wordlessly, Trinity unfolds the letter from the already opened envelope. Her eyes scan the words and confusion embeds itself further onto her face. “What’s this?”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you look over at Baran who’s wearing a small smile with a fond amusement shining in her eyes.

“It’s my welcome letter from PTMC’s cardiology department,” you explain, taking a tentative step towards her. “I accepted their fellowship offer last week, but I wanted to tell you when it was official.”

“You’re staying?” Trinity bites her lip, careful not to express to much hope, but you can hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes.

Nodding, you place a light hand on her elbow. “There was never any other option. Besides—” you brush a stray tear from Trinity’s cheek, catching her glance with a reassuring smile— “Stanford’s just alright.”

You say it so mockingly that you both know it’s a light-hearted jab at your other girlfriend, and it causes Trinity to huff out a laugh. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Baran roll her eyes and shake her head, so you give her a quick wink before turning your attention back to Trinity.

“You’re staying,” she repeats, this time as a statement not a question, and you can hear the relief dripping off her words.

“I’m staying.” You pull her into a hug, nuzzling your nose into the crook of her neck before pressing a kiss to her shoulder and mumbling into her skin, “I’m here.”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Doms!Barantos x subby!fem!reader headcanons

authors note: I just decided these three exist in a contract, but slowly it's feel less like a contract and more like a real relationship. Also I wrote most of these last night while I was dealing with a migraine so if anything is similar to other things it is probably because of brain fog! Both SFW and NSFW under the cut!

Doms!Barantos who...

Doms!Barantos who have completely opposite styles of dominance but somehow fit together perfectly around you.

Doms!Barantos who have an unspoken routine the second they walk through the apartment door after work, Baran checking if you’ve eaten while Trinity checks your emotional state.

Doms!Barantos who always notice when you start cleaning too aggressively because it means you’re overwhelmed.

Doms!Barantos who will physically sit you down on the counter while they cook because apparently “hovering anxiously isn’t helping.”

Doms!Barantos who have matching wedding bands and who unconsciously play with them when talking to each other.

Doms!Barantos who call each other Mommy and Daddy sometimes just to watch you malfunction in real time.

Doms!Barantos who know you melt under praise but use it differently:

Baran uses it sparingly and strategically.

Trinity says it freely because she likes watching you blush.

Doms!Barantos who absolutely gang up on you when you’re being stubborn.

Doms!Barantos who have entire conversations over your head while you sit between them trying not to combust.

“She’s overthinking again.”

“I noticed.”

“You gonna handle it or should I?”

“Give me five minutes.”

Doms!Barantos who love how domestic you are far more than they probably admit out loud.

Doms!Barantos who come home from brutal shifts and visibly relax the second they find you somewhere in the apartment.

Doms!Barantos who know exactly how to touch you depending on what you need:

Trinity grounding you with full body contact and soft praise.

Baran grounding you by taking control completely.

Doms!Barantos who absolutely use their medical knowledge against you.

“You’re dehydrated.”

“How would you even know that?”

“Sweetheart, your lips are dry and you’ve had one soda today.”

Doms!Barantos who love seeing marks on your neck for entirely different reasons:

Trinity likes the possessiveness of it.

Baran likes watching you react when you catch sight of them later.

Doms!Barantos who buy things for you constantly without mentioning it.

Your favorite snacks suddenly appearing.

Replacing skincare products before you realize they’re low.

Warm socks left on your side of the bed.

Doms!Barantos who always pull you into the middle when sleeping because neither of them rests properly otherwise.

Doms!Barantos who know you’re most obedient when you’re sleepy.

Doms!Barantos who have wildly different punishment styles:

Trinity teases.

Baran pins you in place with one look and makes you talk through what you did.

Doms!Barantos who can immediately tell which one of them you need more on a given day.

Doms!Barantos who never make you feel ashamed for needing softness.

Doms!Barantos who look at you sometimes with so much quiet affection it genuinely scares you a little.

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Doms!Barantos who have completely different pacing in bed but sync up like they were made for it, Trinity loves drawing everything out until you’re shaking, while Baran takes control and fucks the overthinking straight out of your head.

Doms!Barantos who tag-team you so effortlessly it feels rehearsed. Trinity holding you against her chest, whispering filthy praise in your ear while Baran fucks you slow and deep, forcing you to feel every inch.

Doms!Barantos who use their medical knowledge in the hottest, most unfair ways possible. “Your pulse is racing, sweetheart. Let’s see how much higher we can get it.”

Doms!Barantos who love marking you up, Trinity leaves pretty hickeys and bite marks where everyone can see them, while Baran prefers bruises on your hips and thighs that only the three of you know about.

Doms!Barantos who make you keep eye contact. Trinity smiles sweetly while she fingers you open, Baran stares you down while he’s buried inside you, both of them daring you to look away.

Doms!Barantos who have a habit of talking about you like you’re not even there when you’re falling apart between them. “Look how wet she is already.” “She always gets like this when you use that voice on her.”

Doms!Barantos who absolutely use the “Mommy” and “Daddy” titles during sex just to watch your brain melt. Especially when Trinity purrs “Mommy’s got you” while Baran growls “Be good for Daddy.”

Doms!Barantos who are obsessed with making you come multiple times. Trinity loves edging you until you’re crying, Baran loves overstimulating you until you can’t even remember your own name.

Doms!Barantos who have very different aftercare styles that somehow work perfectly together, Trinity wraps you in her arms and covers your face in kisses, Baran makes sure you drink water and checks your wrists and hips for marks.

Doms!Barantos who love when you get shy about asking for what you want, then make you say it anyway while they’re touching you.

Doms!Barantos who will double-team you on the couch after a long day because they can tell you need to be used and taken care of at the same time.

Doms!Barantos who get off on how much you trust them. The way you go limp and submissive the second they both put their hands on you.

subby!fem!reader who...

subby!fem!reader who stress cleans as a coping mechanism and gets flustered when caught doing it.

subby!fem!reader who secretly loves grocery shopping with them because it feels painfully domestic.

subby!fem!reader who memorizes both of their food orders, schedules, stress habits, and favorite drinks without even realizing she’s doing it.

subby!fem!reader who always tries to take care of everyone else before herself.

subby!fem!reader who instinctively curls toward whichever one of them touches her first.

subby!fem!reader who goes completely nonverbal sometimes when they’re both affectionate at once.

subby!fem!reader who acts embarrassed every single time she’s praised despite desperately craving it.

subby!fem!reader who absolutely has a thing for being told what to do gently.

subby!fem!reader who gets overwhelmed when Baran uses that calm attending voice on her.

subby!fem!reader who pretends she hates being teased while actively crawling into their laps.

subby!fem!reader who always tries to hide when she doesn’t feel good because she doesn’t want to be “difficult.”

subby!fem!reader who nearly cries the first time Baran casually says “we’ll take care of it” about one of her problems.

subby!fem!reader who associates safety with pressure:

hands on her hips,

fingers in her hair,

someone holding her against their chest.

subby!fem!reader who gets impossibly flustered hearing Mommy and Daddy talk to each other about her while she’s right there.

subby!fem!reader who loves marks far more than she admits because they make her feel wanted.

subby!fem!reader who spirals internally every time one of them does something that feels too loving.

subby!fem!reader who thinks she’s being subtle about staring at them but absolutely is not.

subby!fem!reader who automatically kneels between their legs when they’re both sitting on the couch because it’s become second nature.

subby!fem!reader who gets sleepy and clingy after emotional intimacy.

subby!fem!reader who hears “good girl” and immediately loses at least half her ability to think coherently.

subby!fem!reader who keeps accidentally treating the arrangement like a relationship without realizing it.

subby!fem!reader who’s slowly realizing the scariest part isn’t the dominance.

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subby!fem!reader who tries so hard to stay quiet but completely fails the moment Trinity starts whispering “good girl” against your neck while Baran fucks you.

subby!fem!reader who gets dangerously wet when they use their attending/doctor voice on you in bed.

subby!fem!reader who secretly loves being passed between them, Trinity pulling you into her lap so Baran can fuck you, then switching so you’re riding Trinity while Baran chokes you with her hand.

subby!fem!reader who blushes so hard when they call you their good little wife in that possessive tone while they’re inside you.

subby!fem!reader whose brain shorts out every time one of them says “Look at Mommy/Daddy while you come.”

subby!fem!reader who gets so overwhelmed when they both praise you at the same time that you actually start crying sometimes.

subby!fem!reader who loves the feeling of being completely surrounded by them—sandwiched between their bodies, filled by one while the other touches you everywhere.

subby!fem!reader who gets subspacey and extra clingy after intense scenes, needing to be held and petted for hours.

subby!fem!reader who has a very obvious reaction (thighs pressing together, biting her lip, getting quiet) every time Baran drops her voice and calls her “princess” in that calm, authoritative tone.

subby!fem!reader who pretends to protest when they want to fuck her in the mirror but secretly loves watching how they look while they ruin her.

subby!fem!reader who associates safety and love so strongly with being fucked stupid and then taken care of that it makes her emotional sometimes.

subby!fem!reader who is slowly realizing she doesn’t just want their dominance… she wants to belong to them completely.

[longfieldsofbarleyandofrye]

Don't Tell Mama

Baran al-Hashimi x Trinity Santos x Reader NSFW MDNI

Summary: Whilst Baran's away Trinity tries to convince you to play and break the rules. Established relationship between Baran, Trinity and Reader. Dom/Sub tones, mommy kink vibe, 'kitten' used as pet name, fingering, oral (f recieving), r refered to as girl, phone sex (kinda), bratty Trinity

Author's Note: I'm not even going to try and explain myself or think about what this says about me. Posting for Lazy Morning Prompt @pitt-yuri-week

@simpfolder

You know you're in trouble as soon as you wake up with Trinity's thigh between your legs. She smiles excitedly at you slowly coming to life, rubbing your eyes.

"Heyyyy, sleepy."

"Mhmmph." Her voice is too sing song and teasing for having just woken up. She pulls your hands away from your face so can't avoid the creeping sun light any longer. Nor can you miss the twinkle in Trinity's eyes. She snuggles in closer which, accidently you're sure, grinds her leg closer to your crotch.

"Did you sleep?" Given how awake she seems you wonder if she's overtired and pent up. Trinity is used to Baran lulling her to sleep. You'd both been silently aware this was the first night you'd spent together without her. Since coming into Baran and Trinity’s lives, there’d been plenty of times you and Trinity would be left alone whilst Baran worked or run errands. However  this was the first time you'd been asked to stay whilst Baran was out of town for a conference and the first full night it’d been just the two of you. You'd carefully followed the routine Baran had set. Shower, food, cuddles. Each step photographed and sent to the older woman, yourself and Trinity eagerly awaiting her approving reply. You'd followed all the rules - no work talk after 9pm, eat a proper portion, take your meds. No touching without Baran's permission. Maybe that explains why Trinity is all over you this morning.

"Yeah, you're not a bad teddy bear, you know?" Trinity burrows her head into your neck and squeezes you tight. You hope it’s true. Trinity always surprises you with how she softens and sighs when cuddled. You feel it now as her body relaxes into you and she starts brushing her lips where your pulse is steadily rising.

"Trinity...what are you up to?" The sensation of her breath on your skin makes you giggle. You scrabble your fingers to tickle at her hips until she joins in your laughter.

"Missed you last night." She pushes your hands off her and locks your fingers tight with hers.

"I was right here."

"Ummph you know what I mean!" She presses you onto your back so she can climb on top of you, hands still tangled. "I missed you.... missed Baran. Missed what we could have been doing." Her voice is still high pitched and teasing like when she’d woke you.

"Mmm you're obsessed. " But you'd be lying if you said your mind wasn't on the same road, thanks to Trinity's touchy hands.

"Then help an addict out." You don't miss her wince at that word. Instinctly you bring your lips to hers, hoping it keeps her mind in your bed and not on another Langdon induced anxiety trip. The enthusiatic way she sticks her tongue between your lips tells you it’s working. Trinity's kisses have a biting edge you can't help craving. Her hips start to copy the swirls of her tongue. Like an instant reflex your own hips follow. A damp patch grows on your underwear to match the wet cotton of Trinity's shorts that’s rubbing against you.

"Trin.." She catches your bottom lip and sucks your warning away. You cave, again. That's the trouble with Trinity - she doesn't give up easily but can make you give in in seconds.  When she finally takes a breath, you try stilling her hips with your hands.

"Trin...you know the rules." She pulls back from you with a tremendously dramatic sigh. Your body already misses the contact.

She pulls one knee up so she can rest her chin on it. She's pixie like. Rumpled from sleep with her shirt rucked up and impish mischief shining in her eyes. Magically captivating. But rules are rules.

~~

Rules are why whatever you have going with Trinity and Baran works. Rules mean control and control is a sticking point in all your lives. Baran needs something she can have mastery over when she increasingly feels at the mercy of things beyond her. By contrast you’re too wedded to control. You take on too much, obsess over perfecting things to your own impossible standards. Sometimes you need to give it up and feel responsible for nothing. Trinity understands that. She craves the same escapism and the relief of having someone make things go her way for once. Trinity needs somewhere safe when the feelings, she's too often chastised about, need a release. Sometimes she needs to push back against control without fearing she’ll be abandoned for it.

Trinity, therefore, is no stranger to bending and even breaking Baran's rules. You've never dared. "Fucking suck up." Trinity would hiss, when Baran had her head between your legs, leaving Trinity to watch as punishment for whatever she'd done. Trinity could be bratty, but she was as much putty in Baran's hands as you were. The older woman knew you both in ways you didn't think possible, always knowing what you needed. She delighted in taking what she wanted from you and instructing you how to please each other. "My pretty girls, so pretty together" she'd coo. But always when the three of you were cuddled together, she'd remind you. "It’s not just a sex thing. This is about care. This is about your wellbeing." Her voice so assured, her words almost clinically confident, it’s impossible not to trust.

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Trinity is still expectingly batting her lashes at you. She crawls over your body until her lips are pressed to your ear.

"She doesn't have to know." You both know that Baran, one way or another, will know in the end. Yet Trinity's hands are boldly running down to where your pants sit on your hips.

"Do you really want to risk not being allowed to cum... ever again?"

She pushes the elastic down your hips and round your legs with a huff.

"You're so fucking dramatic." She rolls her eyes and shifts backwards until her face is level with your core. The burning heat of her gaze does little to help the aching wetness between your legs. Trinity notices straight away.

"Are you really going to tell me you don't want this?"  She's close enough that her breath hits your damp skin when she speaks. The morning air catches in your throat.

"Rules, Trin."

"Made to be broken sometimes." She grins at the flutter of your hole. "Sure, looks like you want it." She leans in closer and swipes her tongue up the length of your pussy. "Sure, tastes like you want it." She hovers over your naked lower half with a cocky smirk, like she really believes Baran won't extract a confession from either of you. She swipes her tongue over you again. "Come on, baby, be a troublemaker for once."

She has you totally captivated the way she plays coy and cheeky. You've seen Baran dole out punishments to Trinity before. A spanking, a temporary denial or delay in cumming, getting a little less of her for the night. Maybe you could take that. You start weighing it up in your mind, torn between the sweet warmth of Baran singing your praises and the hot, wet sensation of Trinity’s torturously slow tongue. Your brain fogs with indecision. This is why you need someone to take control for you. Trinity leans in again, her actions halted by the ring of your phone. She pauses where she is, mouth dangerously close to its target.

You hurridly grab for the device, panicking more when it identifies Baran as the caller. That woman has a fucking sixth sense. You can't remember what her conference schedule looked like but there's every chance she's already mingling with doctors and surgeons in one of the tight dresses you'd help her pack. Why the hell is she phoning now? You flash the phone at Trinity.

"Answer it." She stays close enough to make your skin shiver.

Baran's sultry voice pours over the speaker. "Good morning, kitten." You catch Trinity lick her lips, watching the effect that name has on you. "How are you?"

"I'm alright..." Your voice is shakier than you'd like. "Still in bed."

Baran hums like she's considering how much she really trusts your unconvincing answer. "And is Trinity there too?"

Trinity's ears prick up, smiling devilishly with a finger to her lips. Shhhh. Then she delves in where her mouth had been lingering. Her tongue repeats its earlier movements between your folds, only quicker.

"Yea- yeah she uh...she's still asleep." Your lie is so pitiful Trinity briefly pulls back to snort.

"Is she now?" You can picture the all-knowing smile Baran is wearing as she speaks. You look at Trinity with a mix of fear and I told you so. She props herself up with an elbow on the mattress. Her other hand dances up and down where her tongue previously was, making you involuntarily squirm against her touch.

"Just ask her." Trinity tells you in the same voice reserved for explaining the obvious to Whitaker. You want to argue back and ask why doesn't she, she's the one that started this!

"You still there, darling?" Baran's voice drips into the room. An invisible force.

"Mhmm." Trinity lands a finger on your clit. She doesn't move but presses the hard spot with a pressure you start to carelessly grind against.

"You sure everything's okay? I was so proud of you and Trin last night. Following the rules like such good girls."

You whimper. Words like those are always a weakness, combined with Trinity's ministrations you feel damned.

"C-can..could..can Trinity and I...you know.?" You ask, hoping that maybe Baran'll feel generous after your good behaviour last night.

"Can you what, darling?"

Trinity's finger begins rubbing circles over your sensitive skin. You’re forced to bite back a moan, hoping Baran has somehow grown naive in the 24 hours since you last saw her.

"Come on, darling." Trinity listens in, snickering and taking Baran's words as a cue to speed up. "Use your words." Baran is encouraging but firm.

"C-c-can T..Trinity and I.." You don't even know the right word to use. "P..p.pl..play together... ev..en though you arent here." You breathe in sharply, you can feel the orgasm building low in your stomach, gaining strength with each move of Trinty's hand.

"It sounds like you’ve already started, baby."

Trinity freezes. Your grinding hips still. Guilt seizes you and panic floods Trinity's wide-eyed stare. You'd feel a little smugger about knowing you’d be caught if you weren’t now desperately wet and disappointed you hadn't even touched Trinity . She grabs the phone from you, kindly using the hand not shimmering with your slick.

"I'm sorry B!!" If only Baran could see the pretty pout on Trinity's face. She has puppy eyes like no one you've ever seen. That Baran has any resolve against them speaks volumes about her will power. "I missed you. We missed you."

"Thats why we..." You want to plead your case. A shameful blush creeps over your skin. "We just. Couldn’t help it." You aren't going to drop Trinity in trouble. You might be a suck up but you're no snitch. You take the phone from her hand and Trinity leaves a kiss of thanks to your neck.

"Please, Baran...please." Trinity wraps her legs round your thigh. With her pressed so close you can feel her shorts are soaked through. "Trinity's achey...I can tell. Feel bad if I can't help her." Trinity groans into your neck listening to you. She angles herself again so she can speak.

"I'm sorry Baran, I wouldn't make baby break the rules. Just want her to feel good. Please, can we?"

"Hmmmm we'll see." She leaves that hanging there. You wonder again where Baran is taking this call and how she is keeping a straight face listening to her whiney needy girls. You get your answer sooner than you'd like.

"Sorry kittens, coffee breaks almost over. I'll call you girls tonight and we'll discuss it okay? No more touching until then. Am I clear?"

Reluctantly you both agree.

"Good girls. Love you."

She hangs up after you say "love you" in unison. You throw your phone off into the tangled duvet and lay back with a frustrated groan. Trinity rolls herself back over you and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Thanks for not telling."

"Hmm I wouldn't. Could kill you though. How am I meant get through the day like this?" You grind your wetness up into her so she knows exactly what she's done.

"You can start by taking me to breakfast. Seeing as mine." Her eyes look down your body "was interrupted."

"Urgh." You sigh but how could you say no. Anything to keep the two busy until Baran calls.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hey so ive been working on little one shot bits here and there of Trinity x dynamic disability!reader and ive got a blurb involving Baran (both Trinity and reader having crushes on the attending)

And another of Trinity and reader being protective over Victoria.

would you guys be more interested in one, the other, or both?

Add Baran to their relationship at some point

Have Victoria be a little side piece (they both take care of her emotionally)

Both of them and have all 4 of them in on something

Just stick with Trinity x reader

Voting ended onJun 16