notes: baran x fem!reader, dom!baran, mommy kink, strap-ons (r!receiving)
baran being a stickler for good posture. she's not overbearing about it with other people, but if you're her girl, she will definitely make a little comment about it when she notices you slouching. only because she knows behind your eye-roll and snarky, "yes, mom" you secretly enjoy the little correction. it makes you feel seen and you know she does it because she cares.
plus, the little whispered, "that's mommy to you." after your comment makes you shiver
baran starts doing something new one day. instead of her gentle reminder to, "sit up straight, honey." you feel a slow stroke straight up your back, right along your spine. baran's fingers brushing against you with such delicate precision makes your whole body shudder, and, without thinking, you straighten up as a reaction.
you look up at her as she comes into your view, and she has a very amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
it's baran's new favorite thing to do to you. a little way for her to remind you of her casual dominance over you. teasing and caring and powerful feeling all at once, perfect for baran.
then one night, you're in bed together. baran is behind you, wearing that thick strap that hits you so deep and stretches you right on that edge of pain and pleasure. you've slumped down into the mattress, drooling and moaning into the expensive silk sheets.
and then you feel it. soft fingers running down the length of your spine, the same motion she does when she straightens your posture. just in reverse. you moan, hiding your face.
"arch your back," baran mumbles, repeating the motion. you obey, arching your spine to give her what she wants to see. baran groans above you, biting her lip at the sight. her hands fall to your waist, and she starts fucking into you faster, the wet noise of your cunt paired with the slapping of skin against skin. "there she is. good girl."
Her voice is quick, clean, even—a blade through tissue. It cuts through the bustle of the ambulance bay and lands directly on his ears. “And you must be Dr. Abbot.” Jack looks up from the stone he’s worrying with his boot to find a pair of brown eyes. The right side of her mouth is quirked in a grin. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Jack has seen her photo. He’s visited the Hopkins staff directory a dozen times in the past week and memorized the headshot displayed beside Samira Mohan, MD, FACEP, Associate Program Director, Emergency Medicine Residency | Associate Professor of Emergency Medicine. Something about her is sharper in person. Something that can’t be captured by a camera. He has to move his cigarette to his mouth to shake her hand.
“Dr. Mohan,” he says. “The pleasure’s all mine.” She already has her badge clipped to her scrubs, a pen and a pen light hooked in her front pocket. “I’ve been following your work in AJEM for years.”
“You have?” She asks.
“Intracardiac catheter aspiration to treat an intracardiac air embolism? Of course.”
She cocks her head to the side, interested, considering. “You don’t strike me as someone who keeps up to date with AJEM.”
“I may not be a professor at Hopkins, but I try to stay up to date.” Jack finds himself grinning, for some reason. A challenge has been set before him, and he’s only been awake for thirteen hours. He’s up for a challenge. Something tells him she is too.
“They have some articles about the effects of cigarette smoking that I think you might enjoy.” Dr. Mohan gives him a once-over before nodding. “I look forward to working as your department chief, Dr. Abbot.”
“Interim chief.”
She hums before straightening her jacket. “Enjoy your cigarette.”
Okay hear me out, Cassie straight breaking reader 🙂↕️
notes: "straight" fem reader is dating chad (dont worry he doesnt appear), dubcon, straightbreaking (for those unaware, basically fucking somoene til they admit they're gay/"turn" gay), fingering
this ended up 1k words oops!! i really like this concept but i dont actually know how much i love my execution here soooo idk i might return to it because cassie stealing chad's gf is a yummy concept
“Cassie? Oh man, sorry, I assumed Chad told you that he took Harrison to hang out with a friend.”
You lean against the apartment door casually. Cassie is eyeing you up and down. She often does when she picks up her son. Chad told you to watch out for her, that she’d caused trouble with his previous girlfriends. But she seemed nice enough towards you, so you’ve been kind in turn. There was no use in animosity between you two, especially if things with Chad ever got more serious.
“Will they be back soon?” Cassie asks, looking a bit frustrated. She values her time with Harrison, and even a few hours that get cut into feel like they’re an intentional act from Chad.
“Should be. Maybe in an hour or two? Why don’t you come in, since you’re already here.”
Cassie nods and thanks you, slinking into the apartment. You ask her about her day and get her a soda. She’s flipping through some schoolwork of Harrison’s that he left on the table.
“He’s been doing better in math this quarter,” you mention as she smiles at his graded papers. “He said you helped him.”
“I try,” Cassie shrugs. “They’ve changed a lot since I was in school. Which is dumb, why are you changing math? It’s math!”
“Right?” you laugh. “They’ve even added new stuff since I was in his grade and that was a lot more recently.”
Cassie raises an eyebrow at the unintentional jab at her age. You wince. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—“
It’s a sensitive topic. Chad said his last girlfriends age was a huge issue with Cassie. She’s never brought it up or made any comments towards you, but the way she would stare at you intensely made you wonder if she felt similarly.
“I know what you meant,” Cassie smiles, but it’s a bit tighter than would put you at ease. But then she sets the papers down and leans back, arm draped over the back of the couch behind you. If you leaned back all the way, it would practically be around you. Her eyes dart over your face. “You’re too good for him y’know. For Chad.”
“Cassie…” you sigh, shifting uncomfortably.
“Really. I mean, a pretty young thing like you could have anyone you want. Plus, you’re way too sweet for his…assholery.”
“He’s nice to me,” you mumble, but your heart isn’t really in it. Not after you saw him flirting with one of your neighbors.
“Hm,” Cassie hums. She reaches over and brushes a stray bit of hair off your forehead and back into place. You weren’t expecting the contact, so you reflexively pull back. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I didn’t think you would.” also not convincing. You still aren’t one hundred percent sure what happened that caused the restraining order and ankle monitor Chad mentioned. “Just didn’t expect you to touch me.”
“It’s hard to resist, honestly,” Cassie’s voice drops a bit lower. Raspier. You shift away from her a bit. She leans into your space more. “I could treat you better than him.”
“Cassie, I dont—“
“Could buy you nice things too. Bet Chad doesn’t do that.”
He doesn’t. But…
“Cassie, I’m not gay.”
You expect her to pull away. Maybe apologize. But she just smiles at you. “I thought the same thing when I was with him. But then I realized what I really needed.”
A hand on your thigh. Your breath hitches. You don’t pull away. You’re scared of what will happen if you do.
“I can help show you, honey.” Cassie leans in, close enough that you can feel her breath against your cheek. “It’ll feel so good. Promise.”
Your eyes Flutter shut as Cassie starts leaving a path of kisses along your jaw and down your neck. A trail of wetness is left in her wake, thanks to her tongue darting out to taste your skin. You don't know what to do. You feel frozen in place. You never would've thought this is something you wanted. Cassie was a good looking woman, of course that couldn't be denied, but she' a woman. Women were off your radar.
So why do you feel your panties clinging to your cunt with wetness?
It wasn't like this with Chad. It's never felt like this.
Curiosity gets the better of you. You let Cassie push your top off and suck on your nipples, her warm mouth eager and sloppy and sending shivers down your body.
By the time Cassie's hand pushes under your sweatpants, the fabric of your underwear is totally soaked through. Her fingers can barely find any friction, slipping messily over your clit.
"For someone who's 'not gay', you seem to like this," Cassie mumbles against your neck.
"I'm not," you insist, hips bucking into her hand. "You're just good at this."
"Oh, so I'm special?"
"Mhm. Besides, s'normal for women to find each other hot."
"Uh huh."
"And even kiss and stuff sometimes."
"Very normal."
"You know," you huff out, clenching around her fingers as she curls just right, hitting a spot that Chad has never even fucking bothered to reach. "He would probably say this doesn't even count. Made jokes about it before."
"Sounds about right," Cassie growls, thrusting harder at the mention of her ex. "What's your point?"
"My point is," you pant, nearing the edge faster than you thought possible. "If he thinks it doesn't count, then I'm not cheating on him. And it wouldn't matter if we…"
"If we what, baby?" Cassie knows what you're going to say, just wants to hear you ask for it.
"If we did this again sometime."
"I haven't even made you come yet, and you're already asking for next time," Cassie laughs, adding another finger just so she can watch your eyes roll back. "Sure, honey. Next time we're going to my place though."
"Yeah, yeah sounds good," you half-moan. "Anything you want, as long as you keep doing that—fuck!" if Cassie wasn't paying attention, you might have rolled off the couch as your orgasm tore through you. Your pants are soaked now, slick dripping down your thighs and making the fabric feel icky against your skin.
seeing cassie in her hoodie just makes me so feral for some reason.
sitting in the apartment one morning and cassie comes in half dressed and asks, "babe have you seen my--"
her stopping in her tracks when she sees you sitting on the worn old couch, bundled up in her hoodie, pressing your nose into the fabric
that lazy smirk creeping onto her pretty face. stalking over to you, standing above you and tilting your chin up to face her.
"you know, that doesn't really match your outfit."
"that's okay."
"i have others that i just washed," she offers. "i wore that one my entire last shift. probably kinda sweaty."
"no!" you say far too quickly, earning a raised eyebrow. "i mean...it's fine."
"oh. i see," cassie hums, not bothering to hold back her amused grin. "you like how it smells huh?"
"maybe."
her grip on your chin tightens. not hard, but firm. "don't lie to me, sweetheart. you're not good at it."
you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to get the courage to admit it out loud. cassie presses the pad of her thumb against your mouth, pulling your lip away from your biting. you kiss the digit and she tilts her head at you.
"c'mon, baby. tell daddy what she wants to hear."
"i like the way your clothes smell after your shift," you finally admit, voice coming out breathy.
"atta girl." cassie leans down to kiss you, her tongue sliding into your mouth. she smiles against your lips. "for being a good girl, you can hang onto that one for today, mmkay?"
notes: transfem cassie, kinda bratty reader, hint of exhibitionism, biting/marking kink, no actual smut just getting cassie hard <3
word count: 700
buzz
cassie feels her phone vibrate in her pocket, but ignores it as she speaks to the patient in front of her. she knows its you, you're the only one who would be texting her during work. and if its not a call, she assumes its just one of your little check ins.
cassie walks out of the room and back into the hub, over to dana's desk to see if the CT scans she's waiting on have come through yet. as she waits for dana to finish going over something with emma, she pulls her phone out and glances at it.
you sent a photo. cassie's fingers twitch, eager to open it. but, knowing you, doing so right now is not a good idea.
cassie's phone feels heavy in her pocket as she does her rounds with her current paitents. a couple more texts come through, a constant reminder of what's waiting for her the second she has a moment.
a brief respite finally hits a little over an hour later, cassie stuck in limbo waiting for results for all of her patients. she does one last check in on them and then uses this moment to take a bathroom break.
after cassie pees, she stands in the stall. she takes her phone out, unlocks it, and goes straight to her conversation with you.
"jesus christ," cassie groans.
three photos of you, shirt hiked up and bra pushed up over your tits. there are bruises along the swell of your breasts, left by cassie last night.
theres a few messages along with the pictures.
"hope you're having a good day x"
"these are coming in nicely."
"work is slow. thinking about you instead."
that's the one that gets her. it makes her do a double take. you work from home half of the time. she wasn't even aware you were going into the office today. but as she looks more closely at the pictures, she realizes you are, in fact, in a public bathroom.
her girl. in the bathroom at work. tugging your shirt up just to send her pretty pictures of your tits.
cassie's cock twitches in her scrubs.
fuck. jesus. not now.
her fingers move quickly over the keyboard. "don't get yourself fired for sending me these from work."
your text bubble pops up. cassie glances at her watch. she needs to go. but now she's half hard. and she's about to make it worse by continuing this conversation with you but she can't help herself.
cassie groans, pausing to adjust herself in her pants. she's a grown woman, she can will the boner away. she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, thinks about the cases she's working on instead of how pretty you look covered in her marks.
"MCKAY!"
cassie jumps at the sound of dana's voice echoing through the bathroom. her phone clatters to the floor. she winces, thankful she has a thick protective phone case.
"yeah?" cassie questions, she bends over to grab her phone, but it slid under the door. she opens the stall and comes face to face with dana.
"i've had the results of the bloodwork and urine tests waitin' for ya for 15 minutes, what are ya doin in here? move it, missy."
"geez, sorry for needing to use the bathroom. i'm coming, i'm coming." (she wishes).
"you never take long, thought you fell in or were throwin' up so i came to check on youse."
cassie reaches down to grab her phone. dana glances down at it as she does.
fuck. your conversation is still open. the most recent picture of your tits still on screen.
dana snorts and starts to walk off, leaving cassie growing pink in the cheeks as she stuffs her phone in her pocket and quickly moves to wash her hands.
"fuckin' horndog." dana says over her should.
"i wasn't--"
"didn't ask, don't care! just get your ass back out here."
cassie splashes some cold water on her face and wipes it off before rushing out behind dana.
she's cooled off for now, thank god, but the second she's home she's going to give you a whole new set of bruises to show off.
notes: tfem cassie x reader, fauxcest, 'mom' as a title <3
the face of the woman who's got you crying out "oh mommy, oh please mom i cant its too big!"
cassie grinning and cupping your face gently even though her cock is nestled deep inside you, pushing so deep that it almost hurts as it presses into your cervix.
"aw my poor baby. is mom's cock too deep in your little tummy?"
"mhmm.." you whine, biting your lip, tears trailing down your cheeks because you're already two orgasms in and cassie's showing no signs of letting up.
"s'ok, sweet thing. you want mommy to go easier on you? i can be gentle."
you nod, swallowing hard and sniffling. "just a little bit mommy."
"of course. what kind of mom would i be if i didnt treat my baby right?" cassie kisses your cheek and you feel the drag of her cock against your walls as she pulls out almost all the way, just her tip nestled in your leaky hole.
the sudden emptiness is almost more painful than it was when she was driving her dick so deep inside you. you grab at her, choked out noises and babbled, "no no no put it back mommy, please i need you inside."
"oh but baby," cassie gives you a little pout. "you said it was too big for you."
"b-but..."
"you're being very confusing, honey. do you want your my cock or not?"
"yes...."
cassie chuckles against your cheek. "see? mommy knows what's best for you. she knows what you need. now, ask nicely."
cassie who fucks you w her strap from behind like boobs fully pressed up against your back but as she comes they start lactating 😵💫 and then you suck them after she pulls out
notes: lactation kink, mommy kink
feeling cassie's body shudder against yours, her breath hot on your neck. "fuck, baby, god you did so good..."
cassie kisses the nape of your neck, smiling against you. your cunt is still clenching around her thick strap, like its trying to keep her there.
you don't even realize what's happened until cassie pulls back and groans. as her cock eases out of your hole, she mutters to herself, "damn, really? thought i was done with this..."
"something wrong?" you ask, tilting your head to look at her. her hand runs up your spine.
"no, no. nothing to worry about. it's just uh, i got a little something on your back."
"yeah, you get really sweaty. i know this already."
"what?" cassie laughs. "no. here, turn over."
you flip over, and cassie's still hovering over you. she gestures to her chest so your eyes drift down and you understand. her tits are leaking, little beads of white dribbling down in a wet trail.
cassie gasps as you surge up, your tongue dragging up her torso, along the curve of her breast, lapping up her milk. you look up at her as you wrap your lips around her nipple, cheeks hollowing as you suck. her hand finds the back of your head, fingers digging into your scalp.
"oh, baby. thaaaaat's it. drink from mommy...good girl."
before her relationship with you, it had been years since cassie got laid. and, really, that wasn't a great excuse for the position she was in, especially given the fact that you've hooked up a few times already, but…it's the best she has. so she's sticking with it. it's somehow less mortifying than being the woman who fucks the wrong hole because she's too fucking eager to be inside her girlfriend.
"ah, cassie-" she hears you whine as her cock prods against your asshole.
cassie always uses some lube, even when your wetness is more than enough. when you insist that you'll be fine, she always blushes and reminds you how big she is and how she doesn't want to risk any pain.
ironically, it's probably because her cock is so fucking slick with a combination of your arousal and lube that her dick slipped out of your cunt and an eager thrust settled the tip of her dick into your asshole. "that's uh. that's not…"
"it's okay." you swallow, looking up at her. she's frozen in place, unsure of how to proceed. you feel her dick twitch and it makes you clench reflexively. a low, raspy groan escapes her lips at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut.
fuck it.
"keep going," you murmur, tugging her down for a kiss before she can sputter out worries about hurting you. "want you to feel me."
cassie's hips jerk, pushing her dick a bit further into your ass. the stretch makes you wince, but you try to take deep breaths and relax, knowing that it'll go smoother if you do.
"baby, i--we don't have to."
"want to."
cassie nods, pressing her forehead against yours and rocking her hips slowly, letting her tip drag in and out of that tight ring of muscle.
she doesn't go much further than that before she's pulling out, leaving you feeling horribly empty.
"cass? why'd you stop?"
"wanted to see you," cassie mumbles, leaning back so that she can look between your thighs. brings her hand to your ass, using her thumb to spread your winking hole. "god, that's cute."
"will be cuter if you actually fuck me."
"oh yeah?" cassie laughs, and reaches over to the bedside table where the lube is sitting. "we'll see about that."
