The Yuri Pitt

aka the pit I throw the women in so they can fuck nasty (and cuddle)

[yuripittfreak]

sideblog to @bitchme-2

I go by Nina, Rip, or B

23 | lesbian | any pronouns

First and foremost a Trinity Santos defender and shipper.

Likes: Barantos, Garsantos, Garsanshimi, McVadi, Nolevans, Crashtos and more! The options are endless in this multishipping world!

To see my original posts use #mythoughts. I make no promise of tumblr actually working.

‼️ There be NSFW on this blog ‼️

[mistydear]

anyway, i think trinity is the kind of person to just stick her hand down her pants while she’s watching tv in the living room or on her phone (or both). and baran is not like this. so when trinity does it for the first time on baran’s couch — comfortable enough in her space for the habit to come easy and automatic — baran walks in with a snack for them and is sort of startled.

are you touching herself? she asks, too confused to say anything like need any help? or, couldn’t wait for me? because baran has seriously only been gone 5 minutes, and they weren’t even cuddling before??

what? and then trinity registers there’s a hand down her pants and takes it out, heat rising in her neck. no, i’m not — i mean sort of, but not like that.

baran rounds the couch and sits down, skeptical.

do you not do that? trinity asks, and baran raises one eyebrow in that way she does. oh my god, trinity groans. it’s like comforting. do Not look at me like that.

i’m sure it is comforting.

baran.

trinity. and she’s fighting a smile now.

i promise you, it’s really relaxing. i’ll show you, trinity says, trying to win back some of her dignity by settling them down into the couch, curling up next to baran with her head on her shoulder, and sticking her hand down her girlfriend’s pants. it’s so innocent and stubborn, and baran inhales slowly with her arm around trinity, holding her against her side.

baran tries to focus on the documentary they’re watching, she really does, because trinity is so relaxed. but her fingers are raking through the hair between baran’s legs — never dipping lower, shockingly respectful for the situation. when they first started dating, baran would keep it trimmed, but trinity kept hers natural, and she loved it when baran stopped shaving. so, she just doesn’t anymore. which apparently gives trinity more to just absently tug and swirl. and she just rests there, hand cupping her, boneless and seemingly unbothered against baran.

and baran can feel trinity breathing against her as she draws careful circles in her upper arm, tilts her head down to kiss trinity’s hair, rest her lips there, her nose. it takes a lot of willpower for baran not to let the muscles in her abdomen tighten, to not spread her legs just a fraction wider. she thinks she’s going crazy when trinity finally hums and glances up at her.

see, relaxing, right? trinity is smiling softly, eyes hazy, and baran is hazy for a completely different reason. god, baran loves her. she can’t come up with a single thing to say to encompass how she’s feeling, so she grabs trinity’s wrist instead. pushes her hand — finally — lower.

trinity’s fingers are met with slick, swollen heat. baran’s lips part, eyelids flutter slightly, breathing slow and careful.

oh, trinity says, genuinely surprised and maybe a little embarrassed that she didn’t anticipate this.

oh, baran repeats, breathy and low.

do you want me to… trinity trails off, some of her usual smugness returning.

you started this. you can finish it, baran breathes, pulling trinity in for a wet kiss.

[thatshowugetthegirl]

"Cmon baby. Don't give up on me now." Baran digs her nails into the pale skin of Trinity's hips, forcing her to move faster.

Trinity's whines as her head falls back. Her thighs are on fire; they ache so much it's making her cry... or is it the intense feeling of the silicone strap that has been stretching her for almost two hours now.

Or it could be the overstimulation as she's approaching her fifth orgasm. Or the humiliation she feels for being selfish and needy; Baran is still completely clothed and hasn't done anything for her own pleasure. Trinity wanted to wonder why but her brain is practically fried at this point.

Or, maybe, it's the soft degrading way that Baran is talking to her. "Santos.." She'll coo when Trinity tries to slow down.

"Trin, are you going to come again?" She'll ask like she's disgusted and impressed at the same time. Then, she'd rub Trinity's back and give her permission; "There you go, honey. Come for me. Please."

"Think you can give me one more?" She'll ask even though Trinity's body is still shaking and she can't think let alone talk. "Trin, baby, talk to me. Do you want to go again?"

And Trinity will nod her head 'yes', every single time. They don't stop until Baran thinks it's enough and even then, Trinity wants to keep going.

[santos-dreaming]

follow up to this :)

trinity wakes sluggishly, moving through the sedation and meds slowly, clawing her way to the surface just to slip under again

her memories come to her in fragments. can’t remember why yolanda and baran are stood next to her looking so wrecked and exhausted

can’t remember why shamsi is leaning over her, light in hand to flicker it into her eyes irritatingly.

a hand much smaller than hers gripping onto her tight.

where? she thinks she asks, tongue too large and too heavy in her mouth

the hospital someone answers. but that isn’t right, that’s not the answer to her question. tries again, where?

the hospital, trin, you were in an accident baby, yolanda’s voice she can pick out this time even as faces above her swim in a way that makes her nauseous.

still not the right answer but she can’t think of any more words and she’s so tired anyway

she finds herself able to think in mostly straight lines for the first time when she wakes one night. although her body aches something fierce, she tries to take stock what hurts the most but everything just seems to be a mass of pain.

instead she lets her head loll to one side against the pillow, there’s a figure curled up in a ball on an uncomfortable looking chair, hood pulled up around their face

you okay, trinity? another voice from her other side, doesn’t so much move her head towards the sound as it flops a little out of her control as she tries to engage her neck muscles.

m- barely a croak, stops, tries again, mckay?

yeah, it’s me, you want some water? she asks quietly, holds a straw to trinity’s lips when she nods weakly

she blinks into the dim room, tries to get her bearings all the while mckay watches her. can make out the shape of a couple of balloons and some flowers on the far side of the room.

the figure asleep in the chair shifts, curls up impossibly tighter.

you had us all worried, cassie says softly, yolanda hasn’t left since you came out of surgery

and trinity blinks back at her, it’s a simple sentence but it feels like it takes her entire brain to process it. she wants to ask why she needed surgery, but then there’s the flash of a memory, barely there, the sound of a horn honking somewhere and people running towards her and someone leaning over her to ask her if she’s okay. and all the while trinity is asking where, a breath that doesn’t quite inflate her lungs, where is- and then nothing.

yolanda’s foot slips off the chair from her curled up place and jars her awake, neck snapping upright and then body following when she notices trinity’s looking at her

hey baby, you feeling okay? need some more pain meds? a gentle barely there hand against her cheek

and yes, she’d love some more meds, jesus she’s sore, but that also inevitably means sinking back into the slow sludge of it all and she doesn’t want to do that whilst her brain feels like hers for a moment

where is- cut off to try and suck in a breath

baran’s at home, she needed to sleep in an actual bed yolanda answers her before she can finish. takes the offered cup of water from cassie and lets trinity have a few sips.

no, trinity furrows her brow, no, where’s keyvan? and trinity sees flashes of it now, can feel the way she had to launch him out of the way as a car flew through a red light, remembers seeing his little body arc through the air a few feet with the force at which she pushed him

he’s okay, he’s at home too, he’s okay trin, because of you, and then yolanda’s lips against her forehead for a long, long moment, the sound of cassie’s chair scraping as she excuses herself. a shaky breath that doesn’t belong to her.

and trinity’s body, which wasn’t feeling very strong to begin with, goes boneless in relief. there’s the dampness of tears against his skin then, as yolanda presses her cheek atop trinity’s hair, and she tries to reach a clumsy hand up towards her to comfort even though it tugs on the IV line uncomfortably

‘m okay, yola, and yolanda makes a sort of broken, disbelieving noise and presses as close as she can without hurting her

[barantos-prompts]

Considering that whole hellish first shift on the 4th, and how much trinity was visibly struggling with her charting all day, especially when they went analog, how do you think it goes when she tells baran/baran finds out about the dyslexia?

Baran was, at her core - a data girlie.

She believed in the almighty power of a good spreadsheet. Power BI made her heart rate spike just enough that her ex-husband loved to tease that a good dashboard was a turn on. She was firm in her belief that there was a direct correlation between data and patient care.

Data was why it took all of 6 days for Baran to get to the root cause of her most prickly resident's charting issue.

At first she assumed a stern approach would resolve it - reminding Dr. Santos that patient charting was a non-negotiable. It didn't, or course. It just seemed to send the other woman into a spiral of anxiety. Positive reinforcement and praise had a noticeable improvement but not enough.

Reviewing Dr. Santos' charts cracked everything wide open - she vaguely wondered if Dr. Robinavitch even bothered to review his residents patient charts. It wouldn't surprise her if he avoided the task with how laissez-faire he was about other legal requirements. Baran scanned over her ninth chart - assessing. On the charts the younger doctor had dictated? Very few errors. On the charts she had entered by hand? Textbook dyslexia. Words missing silent letters. Mix-ups between b's and d's and p's and q's. Seven different ways to spell amoxicillin. Homophone mix-ups.

So Baran did what Baran does and resolved the issue quietly - as interim Chief of Emergency Medicine she secured a number of new dictation microphones for the ED and made sure they were physically attached to each station. Labeled as well. According to the nurses the mics had a habit of walking off with other departments. She spoke with IT who confirmed it was, in fact, possible to use custom fonts on their charting software. There weren't many to pick from but there were a few options between serif and sans-serif. She got one pagers made and laminated, shortcuts at each station - all with accessible fonts.

Baran was - at her core, a data girlie and the data spoke for itself with a notable improvement in chart completion from Dr. Santos and 3 residents on night shift.

[samirasystole]

i know when it comes to gendered categories it’s hard to compare but i’m genuinely questioning my sanity that isa’s main costars (gerran and patrick) who she showed incredible performances with are both nominated and she isn’t. and instead it’s taylor and fiona????????

[lostlamblizzie]

yeah I'm sorry I do think trinity unintentionally hurts baran a lot in the beginning.

baran extends vulnerability in hopes that it'll be matched, but trinity's not equipped for that. she closes herself off, snaps like a cornered dog. and baran is soft. she's sensitive. she likes to pretend nothing gets to her, but it does, and it hurts. it hurts when she knows trinity is hurting, but all her girl does is shove her away. making her feel unneeded, unwanted. realistically, baran knows trinity wants her, but trinity doesn't make it easy to feel.

baran likes words. likes verbal affirmations that she's loved. trinity can hardly choke them out on her better days, preferring actions instead. and it's hard, at first, when baran is murmuring I love you into trinity's mouth, and trinity kisses her again to avoid saying it back. it's hard for trinity, when she conjures up a bouquet of flowers that she knows are baran's favorite, and baran smiles so big but trinity can tell she's a little disappointed that there's no note nestled in-between the petals.

gradually, though, they learn each other's languages. baran starts quietly taking care of trinity in other ways, having her favorite energy drink in hand when she comes to work, pointedly not scolding her for drinking them (yet.) her girl feeling safe and accepted where she's at is what's important, they'll work out health later. and in that safety, that trinity doesn't have to be perfect to be loved, her guard lowers.

and it's so fucking wonderful. trinity gets these moments where she's all clingy and needy, now, seeking her out, collapsing into her. baran feels needed, wanted, finally. best of all is when trinity kisses at her jaw, her neck, whispering I love you I love you I love you between each gentle peck. maybe it hurt, to get here, for a while. but it is so, so worth it. baran kisses her head, hums I love you too. so much, trinity. so much.

[perfectimprecision]

happy fifth of july (the day garcia inevitably hits santos up and santos immediately caves)

[sanssssastark]

I keep thinking about the contrast between end of Season 1 Parker Ellis, who I assume is a R4 (and then a fellow in S2), who makes a mistake that nearly kills a patient under pretty chill conditions and end of Season 2 Samira Mohan, who phrased a question slightly wrong to an intern and therefore that patient dies.

And Ellis's attending physician talks her through it and helps fix the mistake and doesn't seem to blame her in any way beyond it being a learning experience.

And Mohan's attending physician tells her that she doesn't belong in emergency medicine.

And that's all you need to know about how Robby's been operating throughout the entirety of the series. Abbot lifts up his talent. Robby buries it.

Anyway, Samira Mohan, you're a great fucking doctor and I hope the plot at least acknowledges that in season 3 even if you're not there.

[lostlamblizzie]

trinity santos with an oral fixation is sooo real to me. she needs fingers in her mouth. sometimes it's sexual, sometimes it isn't— but she's almost always reaching for baran whenever she can, holding onto her forearm with both hands while she sucks baran's fingers into her mouth, hazy-eyed and blinking up at her mommy. <3

baran loves it, toying gently with trinity's soft tongue, letting her girl take what she needs. she loves watching the tension bleed out of trinity's shoulders, loves knowing it's because of her, even something as simple as her fingers. there you go, good girl. all better. <3

[doctormohansamira]

I am once again thinking about how infuriating it is what the show opted use Henderson and Toomarian, one of whom is Samira's peer and the other Whitaker's, to convey. Henderson's primary purpose seemed to have been rubbing salt in the wound for Samira, like a final laugh about her chances of getting a fellowship she actually wants, there mainly to make her look less competent and qualified. All while Toomarian is there to make Whitaker look better? These sure are choices, huh!

[mistydear]

oral fixation baran 🤝 trinity's clit

MDNI! oral, fingering, masturbation, finger sucking, multiple orgasms; @sepisbabe @green-heart1 if anyone would like to be tagged in future fics, lmk! i wrote this in an hour while avoiding writing different smut so here you are; w/c: 1.5k

The first time Baran sticks her hand down Trinity’s pants in a rush of limbs and gasps and rapidly shedding clothing, she slows. Her fingers push past curly hair and slide against Trinity’s clit, swollen and thick, which makes her sigh into the touch, relieving some of the tight heat of arousal. And Baran moans into Trinity’s neck as she explores the length of it, the tip, the underside. Trinity cants her hips into Baran’s hand, her fingers digging under the waistband of Baran’s pants and trying to pull them down. 

“Baran,” she whines, her head back against the pillow. Baran sucks a dark mark on her neck in response and revels in the way Trinity’s clit twitches under her. 

“Oh, fuck, azizam,” she moans, heat pooling between her legs at the thought of taking that into her mouth, and then Trinity’s hand is sliding up Baran’s stomach to palm at her chest, and she’s entirely, unfairly distracted. 

After Trinity’s made Baran cum on her fingers, Baran kisses her way eagerly down Trinity’s naked body. The need is buzzing through her, and she spreads her legs wide before Baran can push them apart. Her swollen clit stands out against the dark curls, dampened with arousal, and Baran is ravenous. 

She kisses her inner thighs, sucks light marks there, drags her tongue up the crease of her thigh and across to her clit. Both Trinity and Baran moan when her tongue slides, flat and hot, over her. Up and down the length of her. Pushing her thick clit around with a firm tongue. Then, cunt slick and shining, Baran’s tongue dips low against her entrance, nose buried in curls, then drags up to flick at the underside of her clit. Trinity’s hand shoots to Baran’s hair, a choked moan leaving her. And Baran, mercifully, wraps her lips around Trinity’s clit and sucks. 

“Feels so good, oh, baby, yes,” Trinity is gasping, looking down to watch Baran’s head bob lightly against her cunt. “Baran, ah,” she moans sharply, heat coiling, and then both hands are in Baran’s hair, holding her head against Trinity as she rolls her hips into Baran’s face. And Baran just fucking moans through it, content to take the length of Trinity’s hard clit between her soft lips. Content to let Trinity cover her face in arousal. 

When she cums, it’s loud and shaky, and Baran doesn’t stop. She wraps her arms around Trinity’s thighs and presses her face deeper, holds her down as she squirms until she’s cumming again. Quickly and harder. 

Trinity soon learns that Baran could stay between her legs for hours. 

Tonight, Baran has made Trinity cum twice in quick succession and then dragged the third one out for 20, 30, 40 minutes, teasing her with light brushes of her tongue and a hard suck before pulling back completely. Making Trinity watch when a string of arousal connected the tip of her clit to the tip of Baran’s tongue. Until Trinity had tears in her eyes, writhing under her. 

When Baran finally lets her cum, Trinity is a mess, boneless and twitching, but Baran still doesn’t move, kissing her inner thighs. 

It’s only when Trinity comes back to herself and looks down that she notices Baran has her leg bent at a right angle, her arm moving suspiciously under her. 

“Baby, are you touching yourself?” Trinity asks breathlessly. 

Baran’s dark brown eyes slide up to Trinity, lips parted, face still covered in Trinity’s slick. She looks like she’s halfway to an orgasm, and Trinity licks her lips. 

“Yes,” she says, voice hoarse as she nips at Trinity’s thighs, kisses the hair between her legs. Trinity is so sensitive she twitches away but decides she can’t leave Baran without something to wrap her swollen lips around. So, she cups Baran’s chin, coated in arousal, and slides her thumb into Baran’s waiting mouth. She moans, her eyes fluttering, and Trinity can feel her shoulder working against the back of her thigh. 

“Keep going,” Trinity whispers as Baran swirls her tongue around Trinity’s thumb like it’s her clit. Sucking and teasing and coating it in saliva. Letting it gather on her lips as she takes it deeper. Letting it sit at the back of her mouth, lips spreading across the base of Trinity’s thumb and the meat of her palm. “Fuck,” Trinity sighs as she hears the wet noise of Baran’s fingers against her clit lower down on the bed. 

Baran moans low, and Trinity pulls her thumb away, spreading Baran’s spit across her chin. 

“You are so wet,” Trinity says, and Baran fucking whines, dipping her face to the inner crease of her thigh, mouth wet and open against the hair there. “You love having your mouth on me, don’t you? Sucking my clit makes such a mess between your thighs, huh?” 

The same goes for Trinity’s nipples, which Baran has played with until they were raw and Trinity was still begging for more. Which Baran has sucked and nipped and licked until, one time, Trinity came untouched. A surprise to both of them, Trinity didn’t even have a chance to feel embarrassed before Baran was hungrily burying her face between her legs.  

Suffice it to say, Baran is excellent with her mouth, and she loves using it. Which usually gives her all the power. But in moments like these, Trinity revels in the control she has over Baran, so whiny and desperate between her legs. 

“Azizam,” Baran moans, her breath coming out uneven, hips rolling against the hand between her legs. Faintly, Trinity can feel the beginnings of arousal prickling at her again, watching Baran fuck herself on her stomach with her head resting between Trinity’s legs. 

“So desperate to cum,” Trinity drawls as Baran pants against her cunt, her moans slowly rising in pitch. Her eyes are closed, her chin dipping low between Trinity’s folds, resting against her entrance. She’s still slick. Baran’s jaw is slack, her lips brushing her cunt, breath hot on her clit. 

Trinity is in awe of Baran, who is so lost in her pussy and the feeling of resting her face against it. Her cheek and nose catching the arousal that’s starting to gather between Trinity’s legs again. Lovingly, she gathers Baran’s mop of curly hair and brushes it aside so it rests on Trinity’s thigh. 

“You look so beautiful between my legs, baby,” she says, reverent as heat coils in her. 

Baran moans loudly, and her lips catch a string of Trinity’s arousal. Her eyes flutter open, lids heavy, brown irises so fucking dark. 

“Trinity, please,” she whimpers, and Trinity’s hips twitch. Oh, fuck. It takes a lot to make Baran beg. Trinity’s breathing quickens, and she slides a hand in Baran’s hair, holding her head away from Trinity’s aching clit. “Eshgham,” Baran gasps, dissolving into a string of Farsi so needy Trinity is rolling her hips. 

“What do you want, baby?” Trinity asks, breathless. Baran licks the arousal off her lips, the string broken. 

“I wanna suck your clit, please, fuck. Please, god. I’m so close,” she whines, barely keeping her eyes open. 

“No,” Trinity says, her grip tightening in Baran’s hair, which makes her groan. Trinity wants Baran’s mouth on her so fucking badly she’s probably dripping onto the bed again. But then Trinity won’t get to see her face when she cums. 

“Please, Trin. Something. I need you,” Baran begs, and her hand isn’t moving at the speed Trinity expected for how blissed out and desperate she is. She’s dragging this out, edging herself, so close she’s probably going to cum no matter what Trinity does, but she can at least control how she sends her over the edge. 

So, Trinity offers Baran her thumb, and her tongue dives forward to meet it before her lips close around it. Trinity thought about shoving two fingers down her throat, which she likes to do when she’s fucking Baran. But that would make the moment about Trinity’s pleasure, and Baran can’t satisfy her oral fixation like that. But her thumb? That’s another clit for Baran suck, another thing she can toy with and tease, and Trinity’s throbbing as Baran does. 

“Fuck,” Trinity sighs, eyes hooded. 

Baran’s sloppy, desperate, and she’s moaning open-mouthed around Trinity’s thumb, slick with spit. 

“Cum for me, Baran,” Trinity instructs, and Baran does, loud and drawn out, her hips bucking into the mattress and thighs shaking. And Trinity presses her thumb down into Baran’s tongue, cupping her jaw firmly with the rest of her hand as Baran rides it out. “Jesus, baby,” Trinity moans as Baran slowly focuses back on sucking Trinity’s thumb, her hand still moving faintly between her legs. Cheeks flushed, temple dotted with sweat. And Trinity is fucking swollen and aching again. “Give me your fingers,” she says, feeling so fucking high on Baran as she pulls her thumb away. 

And Baran does, pulling them up, licking her lips and showing off the webs of arousal between her fingers. 

Trinity grabs her hand and directs her lower into wet heat until two of Baran’s slick-coated fingers are inside Trinity. Baran moans, and Trinity moans sharper. Then the hand still in Baran’s hair finally, finally, directs her back to Trinity’s cunt. 

Baran’s hungry, messy, adding a third finger right away. It takes no time at all to bring Trinity back to the edge. 

“Fuck, Trin, we taste so good together,” Baran moans into Trinity’s clit, and it’s more than enough to make her cum for the fourth time that day. 

[loveridden1999]

you can have multiple most gorgeous looking women giving performance of their lifetime in a movie or show yet people will still come out obsessing & wanting to fuck a white man with the personality of a wet cardboard

[loveridden1999]

oh because we were all wondering

[yuripittfreak]

Thinking about the interview where Sepi comments on Baran’s lack of physical boundaries and how it may be a symptom of her being on the spectrum.

Her being autistic would absolutely contribute to her blindness of personal space but I imagine in conjunction with her childhood as an epileptic patient.

From the age of five, she had to learn that her boundaries and comfort were always going to be compromised for the sake of her health. In and out of hospitals, poked and prodded, spinal tapped, scanned, handled, and medicated. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t in the mood or uncomfortable, crying or screaming. Her life was too important for it to matter and she was too small for most of it to make sense. Over time, her definition of casual touch gets broadened by the desensitization.

Working in a medical setting also means people need to be up in each other’s business to get the job done during emergencies. It’s an adjustment for some but comes naturally to Baran. Sometimes treated more like an object than a child by medical professionals and even her own parents growing up, her sense of physical self degrades, numbed down till she forgets other people have their personal bubbles, much less her own.

Despite this, the touch she initiates the most is that of comfort. A steady hand on the shoulder or a warm hug, always given without hesitation. A part of her comforting the little girl inside that just wanted to be held instead of examined, so she’ll be damn sure to provide that to others that need it, until it becomes second nature.

[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."

[lostlamblizzie]

( @chainedupdyke for ur fauxcest mcvadi ask because.... yeah. yeah.)

victoria doesn't mean for cassie to find out. it's something to get out of her system, give into just for a little while before she shoves the need back down again. she's doing so well, playing such a normal girl for cassie, she doesn't wanna mess it up.

so she bundles up cassie's comforter between her legs (while cassie is at work) and ruts her puffy little cunt against it, desperate little humps, til she's all dizzy and needy and her heartbeat pulses between her legs. all she can whimper out is please, mom, please— m-mom, mommy, please... need my mom, need my mo-om, fuck—

victoria doesn't notice cassie's presence until she hears a low aww, baby girl. you need your mom? why didn't you just say so, sweetie? she can barely scramble away before cassie's tugging her right back, into a warm lap, victoria's back against cassie's front, cassie's arms locking around her waist. she whimpers, squirms, humiliated. cass, please, please don't, m'sorry— m'sorry, please forget it, okay? just forget it, I promise I'll be normal...

cassie only laughs, slow and condescending near her ear. aw, sweetie, forget it? how could I? that'd make me such a bad mom, just ignoring my little one's needs, huh? s'okay to need me, baby, s'okay... always here for my baby girl, she croons, a hand sliding down to victoria's still soaked cunt, hole fluttering around nothing.

victoria doesn't know how to really think, after that. she immediately drops deeper into subspace, nearly dizzy with it, warmth and need making her limbs all weak and twitchy, a pliant doll in her mama's lap. cassie hums, understanding, slowly easing a finger inside victoria's drooling, desperate hole. she crooks and rubs at victoria's walls til her girl is whimpering, hips rocking into it, mindless and needy. mom— mommy, please, please... a-aah, ah, ah—

cassie only shushes her precious girl, keeps toying with her pretty little pussy. presses in a second finger along the first, fucking into that sloppy little hole, so fucking wet. cassie knows exactly why, and it makes her grin, kiss victoria's head, fond.

ohh, you poor thing. just needed your mom to take good care of you, huh? yeahh, that's okay... mommy's sweet girl... does that feel so good? mom's fingers in your cute little cunt? shh, shh... that's it, kiddo, just let me in... let mom take care of you... goood girl. <3

[bambimand]

Baran Al-Hashimi come home I miss you