Cassie mckay and her increasingly improbable collection of sex toys.
Straps, buttplugs, vibes, muzzles, fancy restraints - how much is she spending on this? Its fucking hot but wowww thats a lot of options.
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the concept of cassie going sex toy crazy after getting into a relationship with you, or even just after hooking up with her younger coworker a few times 👀 cassie dreaming about using handcuffs on you, and so when she wakes up, she immediately goes online to buy them. asking if she can use them on you the next time you come over, fucking you so pathetically because she's so riled up at the sight of you restrained. cassie buying a buttplug and a muzzle, asking if she can try the plug out on you while she's muzzled. cassie spending sooo long playing with your ass, slowly moving the plug in and out, squeezing your cheek and moaning about how pretty your hole looks.
she has a variety of vibrators. bullet vibes, wands, clit vibes, those vibes with the moving tongue, dildo vibrators...you like making her choose from her own collection when punishing her :3
normal dildos, alien dildos, knotted dildos. she loves fucking you with everything. she's kind of obsessed with trying to make you take her double knotted dildo :( bullies it inside of you while pleading to no one or nothing in particular, is nearly frothing at the mouth while she looks down to see the knot pushing against your hole. she makes such a mess when you suck off her tentacle dildo.
only buying the best for you! the prettiest and fanciest restraints, a gag in your favorite color, a vibe she knows is gonna make you squirt everywhere.
cassie who has a whole collection but for herself. restraints so she can tie her hands while she rides this grinder machine. a flogger so she can abuse her clit. a thickkk dragon dildo so she can stretch herself out. a muzzle and a collar so she can whine like a pathetic puppy while fingering herself.
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..anything else?? GIYS THIS IS SO FUCKING SHIT IM SO SORRY ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD BECS ITS AN ABOMINATION BUT I HAVENT POSTED IN LIKE TWO DAYS SO JUST SMILE AND NOD
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You hear the car door slam shut from outside; the signature tell that you've fucked up royally, and will be paying for it. In your defence, it was a really boring day at home all alone without your girlfriends.. what else was there to do than brat around a little? It had started off small, a picture to cassie in a suggestive pose, another to dana with the camera angled just so to flaunt the lack of bra under your shirt, but as many things do it escelated quickly and before long you were sending them videos of you knuckle deep in your own cunt, vibrator against your clit and moans spilling from between your lips despite the warnings from the older women to pack it in.
The keys turn in the lock as your girlfriends low husks float into your ears, Dana's breaking through every so slightly with a sharp, "Where's the brat?" and footsteps heading your way. you sit up on the bed, attempting to be the picture of innocence despite wearing a sheen of sweat across your body from the heavy cardio and nothing else. Dana comes in first, looking thoroughly unimpressed with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyebrow cocked as her eyes fixate upon your blissed out form on the mattress, sheets pulled up over your naked body like that would do anything to save you from the impending wrath she was about to unleash.
The blonde steps foreward into the room, eyes roaming over you as she 'tsk's at you, "what a whore, couldn't even wait f'me," she growls out, voice raspier than you'd ever heard it before, you can almost see Cassie's pupils blowing at the sound of it as she trails in behind the older woman, "be nice, D, she's had a long day," she says calmly, much to Dana's dismay as a low rumble escapes her throat as she turns to Cassie, "and who's fault is that, eh?" her eyes flit back to yours, "get up," the command goes straight to your core as you move, the sheets slipping down the swell of your tits and pooling at your waist.
Dana's glare is unrelenting as you step out of the bed, moving over to the two women, "such a pretty young thing.. too bad she's a bratty slut." her words are sharp as she spins you around to face the mattress, hand coming up between your shoulder blades to push you down onto it, "go easy," Cassie murmers, but makes no attempt to stop the punishment as dana comes up behind you, "ass up."
her palm connects with your ass with a loud crack making you jolt foreward and cry out at the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you over and over, by the time Cassie finally stops her, tears are streaming down the apples of your cheeks, ass raw from the rings on her hand colliding with your soft skin, "That's a good girl, took every last bit," cassie coos, using the pad of her thumb to wipe the tears from your face before pushing said thumb between your already parted lips to taste the salty tears on your tongue.
"Don't baby her Cass. She knew exactly what she was doing," Dana huffs as Cassie's 'gentle parenting' approach, "She's sorry, aren't you bunny," You nod in silence, lips still wrapped around her digit as you suck it further into your mouth, Cassie beams down at you for that- but Dana isn't buying it for a second, swiping her middle and ring finger through your sticky folds, "Not sorry enough."
before you've even registered it your back lands on the mattress, the blonde kneeling between your thighs and the brunette beside you, Dana dives into your soaked pussy without hesitation causing your hands to fly towards her head, only for your wrists to be caught in cassie's hand, "Good girls don't touch," her coo comes out more condescending than anything this time, other hand toying with your breasts, tugging and tweaking your sensitive nipples as Dana laps greedily at your cunt like a woman starved, her hands keep your thighs wide apart, exposing you to her mouth completely, mouth latching on to your achy bud forcing your spine into a harsh arch off of the mattress, lewd sounds spilling from your mouth.
cassie's head dips, hand still holding yours over your head as her lips latch onto your plush tits, nipping at the sensitive flesh, marking you up for sport as you struggle against the restraint of her hands, her flexed bicep being the last thing you see before your eyes roll back once more, Dana's tongue working wonders on your clit, tracing her name into your core as your thighs tremble against her hands, desperate to close around her head. The burning knot in your stomach begins to tighten as your mouth falls open, Cassie doubles down on yours tits and Dana on your needy pearl but just as the white hot pleasure begins to run through you she pulls away.
The breath enters your body all at once in a harsh gaspy whine, eyes snapping back to her retreating form. "Dana-" you begin but the harsh tap she lands on your clit cuts you off instantly, "You know what she wants, hon," Cassie reminds you softly. It takes a second for your brain to load, so overwhelmed from the stimulation. Dana goes to spank your pussy again but Cassie stops her, "She's got it.. just gotta put that poor little brain to work doncha," Your eyes flicker up to Dana's peircing blue iris', "Please mama.." it comes out softer than you intended, the overwhelming neediness seeping through every letter, "wanna cum mama please,"
Her hands are back on you all at once, thumb circling your clit, two fingers hooked inside your needy hole, pumping in and out of your heat. Your jaw falls open- so overwhelmed with pleasure no sound comes out at all, "tongue out for mommy," Cassie tells you and the instruction skipps your brain altogether as your mouth opens wider, displaying the muscle to the older woman, her smile turns almost predatory as she leans over you, "clever girl," she murmers, you feel your orgasm begin to build once more, uninterrupted this time as the wave of bliss crashes over you, its like your floating, "eyes on me," Dana tells you- desperate to watch you fall apart as she continues to work you through it. The brunette takes that as an opportunity, spitting into your mouth, watching you mix with her on your tongue before pushing her fingers between your lips.
"thank your mama," Cassie muses, pulling her digits from your mouth, watching you try sit up to thank Dana, who immediately pushes you back down onto the mattress, "Properly," she husks, slipping out of her trousers and climbing onto the bed, positioning her dripping pussy over your mouth before sinking down on you, immediately groaning with the contact between the flattened plane of your tongue and her slick folds, simultaneously, cassie thrusts her fingers, soaked in your spit- not that you needed any sort of help with lubrication after Dana was done with your cunt, deep into your hole, you feel yourself clench down around her, moans drifting straight to Dana's core as her thighs clamp down around your head, hands pulling your hair to drag you further into her heat.
Cassie fits a second and a third digit into your pussy before she reaches any sort of resistance, thumbing your clit in rough circles, watching your hips jerk and buck beneath her touch, you feel Dana getting closer too, her sentences breaking into a gibberish of 'so fucking's and 'oh my's as her velvety walls clamp down hard around your tongue, the muscle ravaging her insides as your nose hits her bud at exactly the right angle every time, your sounds muffle between her as you reach the edge too, "few more seconds baby.. wancha and D to cum together," Cassie practically mewls, dragging out every moment against your already oversensitive cunt until Dana cries out in pleasure, going slack against you as your muscle keeps thrusting in and out of her fluttering pussy. "go on bunny," Cassie tells you.
pathetic whines and whimpers leave your lips as you cum around her fingers, soaking her in your juices, she keeps going until you're physically trying to push her away, too overstimulated to continue- like you had a choice. Dana gets up from her seat (your face) just as Cassie buries hers in your folds, eating you out sloppy and messy, tongue running roughly through your heat, her face getting covered in a mixture of you, Dana and her own spit, pushing the fingers that were just knuckle deep in you into Dana's mouth for her to clean, her own mini punishment to the older woman for being what she deemed, 'too mean' to her bunny.
you cum on her tongue twice before she finally pulls away, looking like she'd die happy in that moment, face shining with spit-slick and hair tousled from your pulling and pushing, crescent moons decorate your thighs and your neck and chest are completely covered in Dana's marks, your breathing is heavy as you slump back against the blondes chest, cassie wipes her face on her bicep as she gets up, knees red from the carpeted floor. "Mommy.. Mama.." you say tiredly, looking between the women, "m sorry for bratting.. missed you,"
Cassie practically melts at that, slipping into the bed beside dana, "'s okay bunny," she murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, whilst dana hums against your scalp, pulling you closer into her.
okay okay hear me out serious like serioussss gamer r maybe even streamer r that has just a basic ass set up who’s chat (all in good fun) always pokes fun at their fossil of a pc insert sugar mommy baran BOOM new 8000 dollar pc followed by the most toe curling earth shattering thank you sex r taking baran in literally every position known to man then licking her clean after just to hop up and go gloat to said chat about how your sexy older girlfriend/sugar mama is better then theirs
i love the thought of sugar mama baran (who lives in her own apartment) putting your stream on her tv while she cooks dinner or folds laundry >__< laughing to herself at one of your jokes, shaking her head at your ridiculous bits, texting you all concerned when your stream dies because of your old pc.
inviting baran over and fucking her nasty and then immediately hopping on ur pc to game 😭 giving her the best aftercare and then plopping down on your chair to boot up cs2 or some shit. grumbling to yourself when your pc lags, baran walking over and hovering over you, resting her chin on your shoulder while you game >__< telling her what you're playing/doing, explaining that your pc is utter shit and can't handle something as simple as roblox...
she'd for sure do her research while looking at pcs for you !! looking up if the pc can handle your favorite game :( paying extra to customize it to your fav color or something....
baran, who makes herself known to your chat because she overheard you talking to someone while she was in the living room. waltzing in and wondering who you were chatting with and ending up getting introduced to twitch LMFAO. waving at the chat, being amazed at how many ppl are chatting :3
gf baran who sends you money to buy games! donating the money on ur stream after you farm subs to buy it, offering to buy you a game after you mention something new coming out.
coming home to your new pc on your desk 😊 maybe even a new monitor because you only had one...a new keyboard too...anything you complained about being old, replaced!
baran with that smug smile on her face when you ask her about it :3 telling you it was nothing (it was literally 8k to buy.) and that she just wanted to spoil her baby. thanking her over and over while kissing her face, which leads to her being bent over with your fingers stuffed deep inside of her. and it just escalates from there. suddenly she's on the couch, getting fucked with your strap. and then she's on the floor, getting eaten out while you babble about how she's the best girlfriend ever. and then she's getting carried to the bedroom, where you fuck her in doggy style while pathetically thanking her again. mating press position where both of you are panting and moaning incoherently. making her bounce on it, holding her hips while she rides your face, taking her from behind while thanking her once more before collapsing on her. giving her a short break before cleaning up the wet, sticky mess between her thighs.
aftercare with her, cuddling up next to her while kissing her lips, still thanking her because it was such a big, thoughtful purchase :( thinking about just holding each other for a while before you slip out of her arms and immediately get on stream just to gloat 😭 starting stream with a smug ass smile, leaning back in your chair with a look that says, "i just had the best sex of my life." ... huge text on the screen that says, "i love my girlfriend baran al-hashimi (she's better than ur gf)" ... showing off how smoothly ur new pc runs (did you mention that ur super awesome gf bought it? because she did).
May I be so bold and insane as to ask..... McEvans daddy kink?
cassie who wakes up unbearably horny, for no particular reason, and as a result spends any seconds of time at work when she’s not rushed off her feet, making increasingly poorly disguised comments to dana about how badly she needs her when they get home
so much so that dana doesn’t even have to tease cassie at all when they’re home, her girl has got herself all worked up on the mere thought of what dana could do to her
she’s got cassie’s favorite vibrator held against her, cassie straddling her lap completely naked whilst dana is fully clothed, little marks of red littering her chest where dana had gotten a bit mouthy
you close for me hun? dana asks, head cocked to one side, watching as cassie grinds down against the vibrator with strangled little moans and pants, nodding frantically, ask me if you can cum?
please, please dana, baby, please, cassie’s legs trembling now, and then no, no, no please, please as dana pulls the vibrator away
you can do better than that, dana watches with glee as cassie’s eyes snap open, the flush of arousal on her cheeks darkening when she sees the cocky self assured smirk on dana’s face, dana taps the vibrator against her quickly once, twice, i’ve not got all day cass
watches dana for a long moment, lip trapped between her teeth, releases it and then please daddy, please can i cum for you, practically sobs when dana presses it against her once more, hard and unyielding, even as cassie crashes over the peak, keeps it against her, other hand gripping her waist to keep her in place, telling her, since you were so desperate for it earlier, you can give daddy as many as i want
thinking of chubby baran who's a couple of months postpartum and post-divorce...loose skin and stretch marks, bags under her eyes, greasy hair. but you still think she's the most beautiful woman ever when she comes in for her morning coffee. chatting her up and telling her you like her shirt, even though there's baby barf on it. writing hearts and flowers on her coffee cup before handing it to her. giving her freebies because she looks dead as fuck and so stressed. a free donut, maybe a sandwich, just anything she wants honestly because she needs it. giving her your number, and she's so fucking tired that she can't even pick up on your flirting so she thinks you're offering to babysit for her 😭
chubby!baran, who's so lonely and pent-up, hooking up with this younger!barista....talking to you about her divorce and how she's stressed with the baby, leaning in real close to shyly whisper about not having time to even masturbate anymore. reader, who's eager and very attracted to this older woman, offering to help her out. telling her that you know you're young, but you can treat her right :p you can take real good care of her, you promise.
worshipping her body, kissing all over her stretch marks, groping her loose skin and babbling about how hot it is. gently pushing baran's hands away when she tries to cover up because she's insecure, reassuring her that you love it. all of it. the hair on her belly, the stretch marks, the saggy skin....it makes your mouth water.
reader who nearly creams in their underwear when they squeeze baran's nipples and she ends up leaking @__@ baran feeling so humiliated, face turning dark red while she apologizes >___< reader who's unable to speak, just drooling and staring at the milk dripping down their finger. baran thinks you're disgusted. but a few moments later, you blurt out, "can i taste it?" and her pussy fucking throbs.
sucking on her nipple while you finger her, moaning and huffing into her breast when you feel her grip your fingers. greedily licking up any milk that comes out, biting down on her nipple and making her moan loudly.
fucking her in missionary and getting off to the sounds her skin makes as it jiggles @__@ going harder just to hear it more, eyes zoned in on the way her chubby stomach moves. baran asking you to shove your fingers in her mouth so she doesn't scream too loudly and wake the baby....
chubby baran with the chubbiest cheeks ever >__< chubby baran with a slight double chin >__<
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Dana Evans x Melissa Schemmenti
Warnings: angst, mentions of implied homophobia, fluff out the gills!, two vixens I want to hold me tight (teardrop)
WC: 2.8k
Authors Note: I'm a sucker for a fluffy chapter and between the hurt there is hella fluff here. Anyway we are scooting along and reader comes back next chapter but had to do ones with our ladies! Thank you for reading! love you all! <3
Dana sat in the corner of the coffee shop with her hands wrapped around a mug she hadn’t touched yet.
The place was quiet for a Saturday—midday lull, a few students with laptops, an older couple by the window. She’d gotten there early on purpose. The scrap of paper with Melissa’s number was still folded in her jacket pocket, the one her cousin had texted over two nights ago after only a little prying. Dana had stared at it long enough to memorize the digits before she finally called. The conversation had been short. Careful. They’d settled on this: coffee, public, no expectations.
Now she was here, watching the door.
When Melissa walked in, Dana felt the air shift.
She looked good. Better than good. The years had settled on her in a way that made sense—sharper in some places, softer in others. Same flaming red hair, pulled back practical as ever. Same leather jacket. Same walk, like she was daring the room to give her trouble. Dana’s chest did something complicated and familiar.
Melissa spotted her, took a second to look her over in return, and then the corner of her mouth lifted.
“Well damn,” Melissa said as she reached the table. “You still know how to brood in a corner. Some things never change.”
Dana huffed a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. “You’re late.”
“I’m exactly on time. You’re just early. Like always.” Melissa pulled out the chair across from her and sat, the old easy arrogance still sitting natural on her shoulders. “You gonna drink that coffee or just hold it hostage?”
“Sit,” Dana said, though Melissa was already dropping into the chair.
They didn’t speak for a moment. Just looked.
Dana’s eyes moved over her—cataloguing the changes, the things that had stayed the same. Melissa did the same in return. The air between them felt tight, charged. Neither of them seemed fully sure whether this was going to turn into a conversation or a fight.
Melissa was the one who broke the silence. She wasn’t the type to say sorry first. Never had been. But she looked at Dana across the small table, jaw set, and did it anyway.
“I’m sorry,” she said. The words came out rough, like they cost her. “For how I left. For not explaining. For all of it.”
Dana’s fingers tightened around the mug. She didn’t answer right away. She only held Melissa’s gaze, the old hurt and the present moment sitting side by side between them.
Outside the window, a delivery cyclist threaded between cars with one hand raised in furious warning. The espresso machine released a shriek of steam. Someone near the counter laughed too loudly at something on a phone, and the ordinary sounds of the café seemed to Dana almost offensive in their persistence. She had imagined this apology in a hundred forms over the years—angry, tearful, too late to matter. In none of them had Melissa sat across from her in a leather jacket with her hands folded on the table, looking older and more frightened than Dana remembered allowing her to look.
“You disappeared,” Dana said.
Melissa nodded once.
“I know.”
“You didn’t call. You didn’t write. I went to your house, and your mother looked me in the face and told me you were staying with family.”
“I know.”
“I heard you got married from Joanne Falcone.”
At that, Melissa winced. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. Jesus.”
“Joanne couldn’t keep her mouth shut if you stapled it.”
“That’s what you have to say?”
“No.” Melissa lowered her eyes. One thumbnail worried at the edge of the paper sleeve around her cup. “No, it ain’t.”
Dana had expected anger to arrive once she was sitting here. She had brought it with her, folded and carried close for decades, an old document she could produce whenever the case required it. But now it came mixed with other things: the sight of Melissa’s pink polish, the line between her brows that had not been there at nineteen, the knowledge that neither of them had become the women they once imagined.
“Honestly, I was scared,” Melissa said. “That’s not an excuse. It’s just the truth.”
“You could’ve told me.”
“I should’ve.”
“You let me think I’d done something wrong.”
“I know.”
The repeated words should have irritated her. Instead, something in Melissa’s refusal to defend herself began to wear down the edge of Dana’s anger. Not erase it. Nothing so generous. But blunt it enough that Dana could see what had always existed beneath it.
They had been young. Younger than the people they had believed themselves to be. Young enough to mistake intensity for invincibility, to think the world might fail to notice them if they kissed only in dark rooms and parked cars. Young enough that when the world did notice, Melissa had panicked and reached for the nearest life that looked safe.
Dana looked down at her coffee. The surface had gone still and dark.
“Did you love him?”
Melissa leaned back slightly.
“Joe?”
“I assume that was his name.”
Melissa’s expression changed, softened around the mouth. “No. Not the way you mean.”
Dana waited.
“He was safe,” Melissa said. “Or I thought he was. Our families knew each other, everybody approved, and being with him meant nobody looked too closely at me. I learned to love him, in my way. But he cheated whenever he got the chance, and he never really saw me as something worth taking care of. Just something that would still be there when he came home.”
Dana recognized the care because she had used it herself when talking about her own marriage: language designed not to betray the fact that an imperfect thing could still contain tenderness.
Melissa continued. “Then the lousy years started outnumbering the good. We got divorced before we could completely hate each other.”
“That’s almost healthy.”
“Don’t sound so surprised, Evans.” Dana cracked a small smile.
“I remember you throwing a shoe through your cousin’s windshield.”
“He deserved it.”
“He borrowed your car.”
“He adjusted the seat and didn’t put it back.”
Dana felt the laugh before she could stop it. It emerged quietly, little more than air, but Melissa caught it. Her face brightened with such immediate satisfaction that Dana had to look away.
“There she is,” Melissa said.
“Don’t.”
“I was starting to think you’d lost your sense of humor.”
“I was starting to think you’d developed one.”
Melissa grinned into her coffee.
The ease of it unsettled Dana more than the anger had.
It had always been this way with them. Even at their worst, they had known how to slip into the old rhythm, each sentence finding the shape the other had left for it. The years between them narrowed dangerously when Melissa smiled. For an instant Dana could see the nineteen-year-old girl sitting cross-legged on the hood of a borrowed car, passing over a cigarette and laughing at something filthy.
Then Melissa tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, and the girl disappeared into the woman she had become.
“What about you?” Melissa asked. “The husband.”
“Ex-husband.”
“I gathered.”
“We made it longer than we should have.”
“Kids?”
“Two daughters.”
Melissa’s face opened. “You got pictures?”
Dana hesitated, then took out her phone.
It felt absurdly intimate. More intimate, in some ways, than telling Melissa she had been married. The photographs were the proof of everything that had happened after her: birthdays and graduations, school portraits, one daughter asleep against Dana’s shoulder on a family vacation, both girls grown now and rolling their eyes at the camera over a restaurant table.
Melissa studied each image with unfeigned attention.
“They look like you,” she said.
“They’d hate hearing that.”
“Means it’s true.”
“They got his height.”
“Lucky them.”
Dana took the phone back. “You don’t have kids?”
Melissa shook her head. “Not my own.”
There was something in the phrasing. Dana thought of Abbott: construction-paper hearts in the windows, children trailing after Melissa as if she carried her own gravity.
“But you’ve got a few hundred at the school.”
“Some years it feels like a few thousand.”
“You like it.”
Melissa shrugged, though affection had already warmed her voice. “They’re good kids. Loud. Half-feral. Always hungry. But good.”
“Y/N said she saw you with that boy.”
“Mason.”
“He asked for you when he was sick.”
“Kid’s got no survival instinct.”
“You came.”
“Course I came.”
Melissa said it as if there had never been another possibility.
Dana looked at her for a moment. She could understand why you had noticed it. Why, after less than an hour, you had seen something in Melissa worth protecting.
Melissa seemed to follow the direction of her thoughts.
“Your girlfriend was good with him,” she said.
Dana’s gaze lifted.
“My partner.”
Melissa’s eyebrows rose. “That serious?”
“Yes.”
The answer came easily. It was the easiest thing Dana had said since arriving.
Melissa nodded, absorbing it without looking wounded. “She seems sweet.”
Dana’s mouth curved. “Don’t tell her that. She’ll become unbearable.”
“She already carries stickers for grown adults.”
“She thinks positive reinforcement can solve anything.”
“Does it?”
“More often than I’d like.”
Melissa looked down at her cup, and Dana saw color rise faintly beneath her freckles.
“She’s beautiful,” Melissa said.
The words were casual in construction, but not in delivery.
Dana sat back.
Melissa’s blush deepened. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“I’m not giving you a look.”
“You’ve been givin’ me looks since Reagan was president.”
Dana let the silence stretch just long enough to make Melissa shift in her chair.
“She thought you were beautiful too,” she said.
Melissa blinked. “She said that?”
“Not in those words.”
“What words did she use?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Oh, come on.”
“No.”
“Was it flattering?”
“Mostly.”
Melissa smiled despite herself and rubbed her thumb over the lip of her cup. There was a new awkwardness in her now, almost girlish, and Dana felt something warm and unwelcome turn over in her chest.
“She seemed protective of you,” Melissa said.
“She is.”
“And you’re okay with her talking to your ex at six in the morning?”
Dana considered correcting the word ex. Whatever she and Melissa had been, it had existed before either of them possessed much language for it. Girlfriend had sounded both too small and too dangerous at the time. Lover had felt more honest, but impossible to say outside a locked bedroom.
Instead, she said, “We trust each other.”
Melissa studied her. “Good.”
“We’re open.”
The statement surprised them both.
Dana had not planned to tell her. It had simply appeared between them, plain and unadorned.
Melissa’s face remained carefully neutral, but her fingers stopped moving against the cup.
“Open,” she repeated.
“We see other people sometimes. Talk about it first. There are rules.”
“Rules.”
“Yes, Melissa. Adults use those.”
“I’ve heard rumors.”
Dana tried not to smile.
Melissa glanced toward the counter, then back. “So she wouldn’t care that you’re having coffee with me?”
“She knows I’m here.”
“And she’s okay with it?”
“She’s the one who suggested I talk to you.”
That seemed to surprise Melissa more than the openness had.
“She did?”
“She thought I needed closure.”
“Do you?”
“I don’t know.”
Honesty entered the conversation and altered its shape.
The charged ease receded. They were no longer two former lovers trading jokes across a small table. They were women in their fifties, both divorced, both carrying evidence of lives built around an absence neither had ever named aloud.
Melissa looked down at her hands.
“I dated women after you,” she said.
Dana kept her expression still.
“When?”
“Not right away. Not for years.” Melissa gave a humorless little laugh. “Would’ve defeated the purpose of ruining both our lives.”
“You didn’t ruin mine.”
“I did a pretty good job for a while.”
“You were twenty.”
“So were you.”
“And I survived.”
“You always did.”
The words landed with more tenderness than Dana wanted from them.
Melissa continued before she could respond. “After Joe and I split, there were a couple women. Nothing that lasted. One wanted to move to Arizona, which was never gonna happen. One turned out to be married.”
“Good judgment.”
“Like you’ve done better.”
Dana conceded the point with a tilt of her head.
“There were dates,” Melissa said. “Short things. I got better at saying what I wanted. Just never got especially good at keeping it.”
“You could have found me.”
Melissa’s eyes rose.
There it was. The question Dana had not intended to ask.
“I thought about it,” Melissa said.
“When?”
“A lot.”
“Not an answer.”
“After the divorce. Before it too, sometimes. I looked you up once.”
“And?”
“You were married. You had kids. You looked happy.”
Dana almost laughed at the unreliability of photographs.
“You decided that from a picture?”
“I decided I’d done enough damage.”
“You didn’t get to decide that for me.”
“I know.”
The phrase returned, but this time it carried no defense, only grief.
Dana rested her hands flat on the table. “I spent years wondering what I’d say if I saw you again.”
“Anything good?”
“Not especially.” Dana said.
“I figured.”
“I thought I’d tell you exactly what you did to me.”
“What stopped you?” Melissa’s gaze did not move from her face.
Dana looked around the café. At the students staring into their laptops, the older couple sharing a pastry, the barista wiping the same section of counter for the third time. Then back at Melissa.
“You were putting a sticker on your shirt because a seven-year-old told you it wasn’t fair.”
Melissa’s mouth softened. “That kid’s a menace.”
“You love him.”
“Against my better judgment.”
“I know something about that.”
For a moment neither spoke.
The longing arrived without announcement. It was not the hot, reckless thing Dana remembered from nineteen. It was quieter now, threaded through with age and loss and the knowledge of consequence. It lived in the way Melissa’s eyes dropped briefly to Dana’s mouth. In the way Dana noticed and did not look away.
Melissa reached across the table.
She stopped before touching Dana’s hand.
The space between their fingers was no more than an inch.
“I did love you,” Melissa said. “Back then. I know it doesn’t fix anything, and I know I acted like a coward. But I loved you. I need you to know that.”
Dana stared at the almost-touch.
“I knew.”
Melissa swallowed.
Dana turned her hand palm-up on the table.
It was not quite an invitation. Or perhaps it was, but one Dana could still revoke.
Melissa’s fingertips came down lightly against her palm.
The contact was so small that Dana felt it everywhere.
Neither woman moved closer. Neither tried to turn the touch into something else. Melissa’s hand remained warm against hers, familiar in ways Dana’s body had no right to remember.
“I loved you too,” Dana said.
Melissa closed her eyes for one brief moment.
When she opened them, the sharpness had returned around the edges, though not enough to hide what the words had done to her.
“Well,” she said. “That was terrible.”
Dana huffed a laugh.
“You’re horrible.”
Melissa’s thumb moved once across Dana’s palm before she withdrew her hand.
They finished their coffee slowly after that, talking about safer things. The neighborhood and who had moved away. Melissa’s teaching career. Dana’s transition into nursing and the endless years of training that had followed. The hospital. Abbott. Their divorces, discussed now with enough distance to permit jokes.
The old flirtation returned in brief flashes, and respectfully never acknowledged.
Melissa told Dana the white at her temples suited her.
Dana said Melissa’s leather jackets from 1987 had looked better.
Melissa called her a liar.
When they finally stepped outside, the afternoon had brightened. People crowded the pavement, carrying shopping bags and cups, moving around them in quick streams. Dana and Melissa stood beneath the café awning, neither quite ready to choose a direction.
“So,” Melissa said.
“So.”
“This was coffee.”
“That’s generally what they call it.”
“And nobody threw anything or flipped a table.”
“You’ve matured.”
“I was gonna say you had.”
“Don’t push it.”
Melissa smiled. “You think we could do it again?”
The question was light. Her face was not.
Dana looked down the street. The sensible answer waited nearby. It had always been available to her, a clean exit disguised as self-preservation.
Instead, she said, “Maybe.”
Melissa nodded, as though maybe were more than she had expected.
They did not hug. It would have been too much and somehow not enough.
Melissa stepped backward into the flow of pedestrians.
“Tell your girlfriend I said hi.”
“My partner.”
“Tell your partner I said hi.”
Dana watched her walk away until the red of her hair disappeared into the crowd.
Hear me out, Nikki Freeman with a Chubby Butch who scratches his belly while he becomes one dumb puppy putty in her hands
[May I be 🦁 Anon? 👀]
ughhh thinking about nikki coaxing her butch into puppyspace when she knows he's having a bad day 😖 she knows you just need to shut your brain off for a few hours so you don't think of what's bothering you. i imagine her whispering all sweetly to you while her nails scratch your stomach, lips kissing yours so softly as you let out tiny whines, feeling your brain melt. nikki rubbing her dumb puppy's hairy stomach once he's into pupsace, telling you she's here to take care of you, that you just need to lie down and be her good puppy for a few hours.
nikki freeman loves herself a chubby butch. her heart melts when you wear one of your tank tops, showing her a gorgeous outline of your stomach rolls and belly button. she gets so handsy and affectionate and sometimes unknowingly puts you into puppyspace from all her tummy rubs and pats 😭 you'll be drooling and panting and unable to talk because you're just her dumb pup.
being her desk butch while she writes :3 sitting by her feet, kissing her kneecaps and inner thigh and feet, nuzzling into her crotch and resting your cheek on her thigh, asking her to tell you what she's writing about. fetching her some snacks and drinks, being fed some of her food because she cares about her butch <3 turning into a dumb, needy puppy who craves her attention, and slowly climbing up until you're on her lap :3
sending you a second request for ur 3k for baran al-hashimi + 🌷?
THE OCCASION OF LOVING YOU
loved this! thanks so much for participating <333
tags: fluff; wife baran; gender neutral reader; no use of y/n
word count: 592
Stepping into the emergency department, you crinkled your nose at the antiseptic smell. Subconsciously, you lifted the bouquet of flowers in your hand closer to your face in an effort to mask the scent. As you approached the main station, your eyes scanned the room for your wife’s head of curls.
“Can I help you with something, hon?” An older woman with white-blonde hair stood behind the desk, her thick Pittsburgh accent catching your attention.
You must have looked as lost as you felt.
“Yeah, actually.” You took to steps forward, both hands wrinkling the cellophane. “I’m looking for–”
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
Right on cue, Baran approached the station, changed out of her scrubs and her bag slung over her shoulder, and you melted at the sight.
“Picking you up,” you answered easily as you held out the bouquet. “These are for you.”
Baran took the flowers with one hand, barely paying them any mind, and pulled you in by the hip with the other.
“Hi.” She smiled against your lips as she pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You beamed, reveling in her attention like a dog seeking praise. As she pulled back, still keeping her hand hovering over your waist, she took a moment to observe the flowers.
“These are lovely,” Baran mused, the corners of her mouth twitching when she noticed the arrangement of pink Damask roses and white peonies—the same flowers she carried down the aisle. “What’s the occasion?”
“There has to be an occasion?”
Baran rolled her eyes, but you could see a faint blush tint her cheeks. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused Baran to tear her eyes away from yours.
“Dana, this is my partner,” she introduced your first name before motioning to the nurse, “and this is Dana Evans, our charge nurse.”
You smiled and held out your hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Dana shook your hand, grinning like a knowing mother who was meeting her kid’s secret crush for the first time.
“Do you mind if I steal this one away from you guys?” You tilted your head towards your wife, who playfully shook her head.
Dana nodded. “I trust she’s in good hands.”
“The best.” “The worst.” You and Baran replied at the same time, eliciting an amused chuckle from the charge nurse.
“Excuse me? ‘The worst’?” You scoffed with mock offense before grabbing the bouquet from Baran’s hands. “You know what? I take these back.”
“Case in point.” She gave you a pointed look, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Don’t worry. There’s another one waiting for you at home,” you said flippantly before you realized what you just revealed. Your eyes widened, and Baran smirked.
“Oh, shut up,” you mumbled as you slipped your hand into hers, pulling her towards the exit.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. I know what you’re thinking.”
Stepping out into the fresh air of the cool evening, Baran slowed her steps and angled her body towards you. “How lucky I am to have a partner who still finds ways to surprises me, who loves me continuously—” she leaned in, her lips hovering over yours as she ignored the fact that she was mere feet away from her work— “who I adore?”
“Good answer,” you murmured before kissing her, the reunion of her skin on yours enveloping you in a comforting warmth.
“Let’s go home,” she said as she pecked the corner of your mouth once more, not realizing you already were already there.
Hiiii do you have any thoughts of pregnant Trinity santos with butch reader like he cannot keep his hands, mouth, and dih off of Trinity and constantly being needy because he can’t help that seeing her pregnant turns him on @__@
Also can I be 🐑 anon???
butch!reader waking up and immediately kissing trinity's pregnant belly :3 leaving wet kisses, his hands feeling around her body and stomach, talking to the baby and trying to coax it into kicking. trinity waking up and mumbling incoherently, hands finding their way to the top of her butch's head. trinity's cheeks flushing while her butch practically worships her stomach, which flips at the sound of his morning voice when he mumbles out, "morning, baby."
visiting her at work to drop off lunch + something she needed, and spending so much time touching her stomach and showing her off >__< talking to baran about the baby and smiling like a fucking dork because you're so excited....cassie giving you parenting tips while you stare at trinity with the biggest heart eyes...
butch who's superrr protective of trinity when they visit her at work...watching over her like a hawk, ready to jump in and bite off a patient's hand if they get an inch too close. being her body guard basically while you two walk through the hospital..
butch reader whose head gets all fuzzy and numb when trinity's belly spills out of her t-shirt 😵💫 drooling, stomach flipping and flashing with white-hot arousal, clit throbbing and making you groan under your breath.
she ends up getting eaten out from behind while you grope her stomach :p
she'll be making breakfast and will end up getting fingered on the counter because you just couldn't help yourself. the sight of her in nothing but boxers and a bra made you so fucking horny. her pregnant belly hanging over her boxers.....yummy.
gently guiding trinity down on your strap while she rides you :( moaning and panting while you grope her stomach, pleasure going straight to your core when her stomach bumps against yours @__@
sometimes you just like to have her on top of you, belly-to-belly, and just rub her clit until she squirts :3
pregnant trinity sitting on her butch's face.......he cums hands-free every time she rides it. he just lovessss the belly and pussy in his face.
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victoria begging cassie to put her in a headlock while she dicks her down:333 and cassie hesitating bc she doesn't want to hurt her baby girl:((( like, she's unsure at first, but when she wraps her forearm around victoria's throat and sees her eyes roll back from pleasure... cassie just smirks, tightening her hold for a second just to feel her girl struggling to swallow against the flexed muscle.
she leans in to whisper in victoria's ear with that raspy voice, thrusting her hips slowly from behind: "oh, you really like this shit, huh?" she slams deep into the younger girl's tight pussy, filling her up<333 "where's the innocent girl i met in the ed? when did my sweet little girl become such a fucking slut, hmm?" and victoria is already squirting all over the fucking strap bc her mommy is sooo mean to her:(
Perlah: princess, you can't baby trap me, were lesbains
princess, dragging santos behind her: it's a little late for an abortion
Perlah: ...
trinity: if you're taking me, you should probably take Whitaker too, he can't afford the rent on his own
Princess: were having twins :D
about the happy family au you mention the reader not being allowed to do chores cause theyre too little, i was wondering what the chore chart is for everyone else?
Oooh I love this ask! Any opportunity to do more world building is *chef's kiss*
CW: dumbification and infantilization. Heavy ageplay, CNC, somno and intox at the end (skip if you want!)
As mentioned, very little is expected of you besides being a perfect little angel. There are a few rules, like If you're in headspace for a while, Baran prefers that you have something to play with to keep you occupied.
This being said, it can't be anything that she deems too "grown up." It will be mentioned in another fic I'm writing, but, house rules are that your activities can be fun but they can't be too mentally stimulating. Baran loves to keep you engaged just enough so that you aren't bored but you're still dumbed down and little.
You wouldn't want to overwork your little brain, would you?
Cassie and Baran take care of most of the general housework like cleaning and cooking. They equally share tasks and make sure to put in the extra work when the other needs time to decompress. If Baran is having a flare up with her seizures or if Cassie is dealing with ex-fuckhead drama, the other will make sure that everything is taken care of so nobody else has to lift a finger.
Similarly to you, Trinity uses this space to escape the difficulties of her adult life. She is still expected to do some "big girl" chores like making her bed, putting her toys away, cleaning and taking care of her other toys, and helping with small tasks around the house. If she is ever feeling too little, Baran and Cassie don't mind helping out and treating her as the little princess she is. Most of the time, Trinity is fairly independent and enjoys helping where she can and being praised for her good work.
One of Trinity's favorite "chores" is babysitting you when neither Cassie or Baran are available to look after you. She loves using her title as "big sister" against you and force you to do the most humiliating things she can think of just because she's in charge.
The following sections include more extreme content. Proceed with caution.
On days where you really need to relax, Cassie and Baran's chores look a little different. Taking care of you becomes a full time job where they can dote on you throughout the day.
While they would never force you, your mommy and daddy heavily encourage you to take your "special sleepy pills" that make your muscles too weak to do much of anything. It's a lot harder to fight off their affection when raising an arm uses up all of your energy.
Chores for the days like these include bottle feeding you, bathing you, and even cleaning you up when you inevitably have an accident from all the water they've been coaxing down your throat.
Your mommy and daddy love you always, but they especially love when you're too weak and sleepy to pretend you're a grown-up. This way, they can cuddle you as much as they want and play with your cute little private parts until you fall right back asleep.
But let's be honest, sleep isn't stopping them from touching you now, is it?
i just had a thought about baran with a nerd butch, she takes hom to go see the new spiderman movie and tries to get him off as they watch it, but he’s just so focused on the movie that he doesnt cum or even focus on her hand jerking his t-dick under his shorts, and she just laughs and teases him about being a loser
i think she'd get turned on by how excited you are about the movie...she loves when you nerd out and get so excited about thingssss!!! she loves listening to you babble about your love for spiderman and she LOVES buying you things related to your interests <3 it makes her heart flutter so much when you gasp and admire something she bought you, makes her smile so much when you butchsplain about what she got <3
she waits until you're 100% engrossed in the movie before she starts making a move, which isn't long, honestly... she puts her hand on your thigh, smiling to herself when you don't even acknowledge it. baran rubs your thigh up and down for a bit, fingers brushing just barely against your crotch. still, you don't even side-eye her or turn to look at her.
when she slips her hand into your shorts and cups your crotch, you give her the attention she wants. you turn to her, giving her a "what are you doing?" kind of look that makes baran think you're almost annoyed she's touching you. she just nods toward the screen, silently telling you to focus on the movie while her fingers rub your tdick over your boxers. every now and then, she glances at your face instead of the screen, expecting to see you struggling to hold in your moans. but you're just reacting to the movie, laughing at a funny part, eyes zoned in on the action happening... just no reaction to the way her fingers jerk off your dick.
but you still let out tiny groans and buck your hips into her hand, which makes baran feel good. she tries to whisper things to you, but she gives up because she knows you're not even paying attention. no amount of dirty talk is getting through that nerd brain of yours, not when peter parker is on screen.
baran trying to make you cum but you're just so focused on the movie that you're not in the mood 😭 frantically jerking you off, slipping her fingers inside of you, leaning over to bite on your neck...none of it works. she finds it cute, tbh. she can't help but laugh in your shoulder and whisper, "god, you're such a loser."
here she is, jerking you off in a movie theater, and you're entirely too focused on the movie to pay attention to this beautiful, gorgeous woman beside you....she's so endearing.
coming out of the movie with wet boxers and a boner, but you're excitedly talking to baran about how good it was 😖 she finally gets the attention she wanted when you both get home though :3 she teases you about being such a nerd and makes you beg for it while her fingers slowly rub your tdick.
tfem puppy girl trinity, with tmasc puppy boy reader, with baran and garcia. They set very strict rules, one of them being no fucking while they’re gone, humping is fine, but no penetration, fingers or trinity’s beautiful dick. One day trin and the reader and play fighting and she gets hard, she starts humping the reader and whining, her buttplug tail has already had her so pent up today anyway (another one of baran and garcias rules is to wear nothing other than a collar, ears, and a tail, unless one of them allow clothes) trin is practically sobbing with need, her cock sliding against the readers hairy tummy, while shes humping, she accidentally slips into the readers warm, wet boy pussy, his t-dick twitching with his need for trinity. She practically cums the second she slips it in (she swears it really was an accident) then garcia and baran come home and see the two tangled up, sweating, leaking, and trinitys dick still buried in the reader while hes panting on the floor
you and trinity laugh and huff as you play-fight, slapping away each other’s hands and pinning each other down onto the floor. when trinity has the upper hand and is on top of you, you can’t help but let out a tiny hiss of pleasure at the feeling of your tail buttplug removing deeper inside of you. it makes you go limp for a moment, lashes fluttering as trinity moves on top of you, roughing you up.
she’s already hard and dripping on your stomach, cock twitching with need while her mind gets fuzzier and fuzzier from the feeling of her buttplug fitting perfectly inside of her hole.
trinity starts whining and stops fake wrestling with you. she pins you down but only to rub her leaky cock on your hairy tummy, humping you desperately as she nearly sobs from how horny she is.
“trin,” you moan softly, nails clawing down her back while she slides her wet cock against your stomach.
she lets out the cutest noises ever, her lips quivering as she tries to hold back a sob. she needs this so bad. needs to feel you wrapped around her cock. baran and yolanda’s voices are in the back of her mind, reminding her of the rules, but she couldn’t give two shits right now.
she nearly finishes on your stomach, but you lift your hips in just the right way, and she accidentally slips inside of your warm pussy.
trinity lets out a long groan, vision going completely black for a moment as you squeeze around her length. you’re practically milking the load out of her. seconds later, she’s cumming with a shaky whimper, body shuddering while she releases her seed deep into you.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” trinity breathes out, hips now moving on their own, fucking her cum into you. her eyes roll to the back of her head as you keep clenching around her. “feel so fuckin’ good. god, i love your pussy.”
//
thinking about baran and yolanda just admiring their needy pups for a moment while they're in the doorway. watching you get fucked sloppily by trinity, taking it like a good puppy, just panting and drooling on the floor. trinity being so pathetic with it, whining and biting at you, snapping her hips forward and sobbing because you feel so good. baran tutting and whispering to herself, "my, my, my. what are we gonna do with you two?"
something about yolanda forcing trinity off you, shushing her whiny pup who's still thrusting her hips in the air :( baran spreading you out and asking what happened, making you look her in the eyes and tell her everything. making you tell her why you didn't stop trinity, why you let her cum inside, and why you're such a dumb, needy puppy 😵💫😵💫
baran and yolanda locking you and trinity in separate cages when they leave so you two don't get too handsy.... GODDD....them coming back to see you two making out through the cages.....
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Calling Cassie McKay puppy for the first time, I need that old woman to be at my beck and calllllllll gulp
need her to say something like, "i'm not a puppy, i'm a 42 year old woman," only for her to be on her knees and barking a few days later :3 cassie grumbling quietly and rolling her eyes when you call her puppy, but she gets so breathless and riled up when you pull out the collar and put it around her neck.
"my handsome pup. isn't that right?" you ask, while your hands trace the collar around cassie's neck.
she nods dumbly, eyes all hooded and clouded with lust. "yes," she mumbles pathetically. "i'm your handsome puppy."
making that older woman drop to her knees and give you whatever you asked for with her mouth....holding the remote in her mouth...fetching you a blanket and bringing it back with it in her mouth...
cassie getting unknowingly trained...whistling for her/snapping your fingers, and she knows that she needs to come to you. she does it instinctively now, stands next to you with her imaginary tail wagging and ready to do whatever you ask of her.
calling her puppy and enjoying the way she flushes and gets all fidgety :(
content: mentions of wounds and stitches, kinda suggestive (?)
This wasn’t how your night was supposed to go.
It was all Emery’s fault honestly. Without her you couldn’t sleep, and when you couldn’t sleep you started rearranging furniture. You only succeeded in moving one table before the love seat sliced your hand open.
You stayed calm, getting a small towel to press against the wound despite how badly it hurt. You got in your car and started driving to ptmc— hoping Emery was in surgery.
You didn’t have to wait long in chairs because Jack saw you checking in and just brought you on back. Something about Emery having his head if he kept you waiting, which was probably true.
“Please just don’t tell her. Especially if she’s in surgery.” You asked of him, wincing as he removed the kitchen towel off your hand.
Jack began to disinfect the cut. “I don’t know, kid. I think she’d want to know about this.”
You sighed, watching him prep a numbing shot.
“Just let her find out naturally. You gonna stitch me up?” You asked. Jack shook his head.
“Teaching hospital remember? Dr. Santos will do it, she doesn’t get the opportunity often.” You furrowed an eyebrow.
“Isn’t that like bad?” Jack chuckled, giving a reassuring pat to your shoulder.
“She’s awesome, you’ll be in good hands.” He assured you.
This Dr. Santos showed up a little after Jack left.
You watched her prep the needle and thread. “Walsh huh? That’s the last name of one of our surgeons here.” You smiled, grateful she was offering some small talk.
“Oh, yeah, she’s my—”
“I’m her wife. And you’re not doing her stitches.” There she was.
You knew she was pissed. She probably thought you were sound asleep at home, and now she finds out you’re here? Through the grapevine at that.
Santos stammered, “uh, Dr. Abbot told me to do her stitches.”
“I’ve only ever seen you do them a few times, my wife isn’t your test subject.” She doubled down. “Now give us the room.”
You shot her a look that said “be nice.”
“Please.” Emery added. Dr. Santos set down the needle and left.
Emery took her spot, sliding up closer to you. “You should’ve called me, texted me, something.” Her voice was low. She had every right to be upset honestly.
“I just knew you’d freak out— you do the whole calm on the outside going crazy on the inside.” You watched the needle pierce your skin and the thread loop the two sides together.
“But I am sorry. I know you were worried.” You apologized, bringing your uninjured hand up to stroke the loose strands of hair that fell from her ponytail.
Emery looked up from your hand, a more loving and concerned look on her face this time.
“Very. The fact you didn’t call made me think the worst. But I see you were trying to avoid my attitude.” You smiled a little, knowing you were still in the hot seat.
“Yeah, true. I am happy to see you though, I couldn’t sleep without you, which resulted in this whole mess.” Your words put a smile on Emery’s face this time.
“I’m coming home with you now. No need to try to cure your insomnia with stupid shit.”
You rolled your eyes. “No. I know you have work to do, I’m fine by myself.” Emery shook her head, her decision was final and you knew that.
She cut the remaining thread from your stitches. “Park can pick up my slack. I need to get my things from my locker, then we’re going home.”
And went home you did. Emery let you get in bed while she showered and scarfed down the food you cooked.
You felt a warm body slip in behind you, Emery wrapped her arms around you, slightly pulling you closer. You smirked when you realized she felt a little too bare.
You chuckled. “Are you naked, Em?”
“What’s it to you? Go to sleep before you hurt yourself blinking.”
You scoffed under your breath— this was clearly Emery’s way of punishing you for giving her a scare, but you could take it like a big girl. Just wait till morning.