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• biker!cassie who keeps one hand on your bare thigh the entire ride, squeezing harder every time you whine into her shoulder about how fast she’s going. she loves how tiny you look in her oversized leather jacket, pink lip gloss smeared from kissing her at red lights while your panties get wetter from the vibration of the bike beneath you.

• biker!cassie who makes you sit on her lap in the garage while she cleans grease off her hands, teasing you for getting distracted every time her rings brush against your thighs. she calls you “pretty girl” in that rough voice while spreading your legs wider just to watch your dumb little smile appear when she finally fingers your pussy against the workbench.

• biker!cassie who loves pulling up to parties with your arms wrapped around her waist, your tiny skirt riding up from the bike ride. the second someone stares too long at you, cassie’s dragging you into the bathroom and fucking you over the sink until your mascara runs because “if they wanna look so bad, i’ll give them something to look at.”

baran’s always been one for admiring, her wandering eyes catching every little detail of an individual. but you’ve noticed that her eyes always linger on your chest for a few extra seconds than any other part of you.

if they’re smaller, she’ll clock your nipples perking against your scrubs, as your tits are small enough that a bra isn’t always required. especially in the summer, the ac is blasting in the hospital, especially the ed. so it isn’t your fault your needy nipples grab her attention!!! but she can’t help but wonder how that protruding tissue would feel rolling between her fingers.

if they’re bigger, it’s the swell of your chest that gets her. eyeing the way your tits fight the fabric of your scrubs, how every small movement makes them move like water. she can’t help but stare, wanting to know just how heavy they’d feel in her palms.

she’s brushed against you a few times during handoffs or just when passing by, totally by accident, just to know how the swell of your bust or the prickle of your nipples through your top feel against her. when you started seeing each other outside of ptmc, she felt satisfied that she didn’t have to keep her poorly hidden perverseness under wraps any longer.

“mgh.” you whined softly, back arching away from baran’s front with every tug of your nipples in her grasp. “baran, please—” “c’mon, baby. this is just teasing.” her voice rang gently in your ear, her breath soft on your cheek as one hand slipped from your chest to grab ahold of your hip, pulling you back against her. she was topless behind you, wanting to savor the press of her tits against your bare back. you squirmed in her lap, whimpering as her perfectly manicured nails dug softly into your areolas. “ah ah,” she tsked softly, tilting her head as she rested her chin on your shoulder, giving your waist a soft warning squeeze. “sit still for me.” “but i can’t. they— they’re sensitive, and you’re just toying with me.” baran laughed softly in your ear, her quiet chuckle condensing as she pinched your nipple tighter. you jolted, breath catching as your head lolled back against her. “baran—” “not my name, sweetheart.” you huffed softly, your gaze tracing baran’s jaw before meeting her eyes, an expectant look in her pupils. you marred at your bottom lip, feeling the embarrassment down in your cunt. “..daddy, please. i’m ready. i— i’ll be good.” baran’s smirk was satisfied, her hand slipping from your hip to hold your jaw, tilting your head to her as she leaned in to kiss you. her lips were soft, the only pink cushions in life you ever cared for, as they slotted between yours. she licked softly into your mouth, swallowing your soft moan before pulling away, a weak string of saliva connecting you both. the corners of her lips curled into a soft smile. “that’s my girl.”

gigi ghorbani who bullies the fuck out of your pussy. she knows how much you can take, knows your weak spots in and out, so she knows how it drives you crazy when she teases you. running the tip of her silicone cock through your wet folds, sticking it in just a bit only to pull out with a soft pop, head tilted as she watches your pathetic reaction from above. she lives for your whines, your begging. there's something about seeing you needing her so desperately that turns her on.

gigi ghorbani who, when she finally fucks you, forces you through six or more orgasms. like i said, she knows your limits. how much you can take, how much you can give her. even when you're a squirming, whimpering mess beneath her, her voice is even and soft in your ear.

"you can do it, princess. c'mon, one more." gigi breathes in your ear, her fingers rubbing firm circles against your clit as the sound of skin slapping fills the room, her strap drilling into weeping hole with no mercy. she'll tsk softly as you sob and push her away after your sixth or so orgasm, every nerve in your body overworked and overstimulated after hours of tortuous pleasure.

gigi ghorbani who’s a messy fucking eater. she turns you on, gets you so fucking wet and she knows it. so she has so much to work with when she finally gets down to your cunt, eyeing your dripping hole like a woman starved before diving in.

she’d be the type to suck on your clit while pumping you full of her fingers and switch occasionally, rubbing your clit with her thumb as her tongue thrusts into you. she’d love that one especially, being able to lap up your juices right on her tongue and drink them down. she’d be down there for hours until you have to pull her away by her curls, thighs trembling around her head. she’d lift her head from your legs, half her face glistening with your slick as she licked at her lips, entirely pleased with herself.

gigi ghorbani who fucking loves hate sex with you. you were her ex, who she’d left to be with nat. the breakup was messy, as expected between two college age lesbians. so imagine your shock and surprise when she reached out to you after her divorce. she wanted to wipe the smug smile off your face as you sipped on your coffee in the café where you reconnected, and it only started there.

“tell me you missed this.” gigi’s voice rang in your ear, her breath hot and huffing as her front pressed against your back. a hand tightened on your hip as the other worked your cunt, arm reached around your waist as she strummed you like a guitar. your fingers curled against the wood of the table she held you against, breath stuttering as the squelching sound of your wetness grew louder by the minute. “c’mon. no one’s fucked you like me. admit it.”

gigi ghorbani who’s a fucking masochist. she loves when you slap her around, bite her fingers, nipples, neck. she especially loves it when you put a hand to her throat.

your palm pressed against her throat as you rode her strap, fingers curling softly around her neck as you bit your lip, the tip of her cock pressing against your cervix just right. “tighter.” gigi grunted softly as her hips bucked into you. your eyes flittered to meet hers, brows furrowing as her free hand came up to squeeze your wrist. “tighter.” “you’re a freak.” you huffed softly as you caved, fingers digging into the sides of her neck and palm pressing firm against her trachea as she let out a choked moan. “yours.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈 — 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

baran who is completely obsessed with examining your pussy like it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever studied. spreading your thighs apart beneath bright bedside lighting while gloved fingers carefully part your slick folds just so she can quietly murmur observations to herself in that calm doctor voice. “swollen.” “very sensitive today.” “excessive wetness.” meanwhile your pussy is literally clenching around nothing from embarrassment alone while baran watches with dark amused eyes.

baran who loves making you sit on the bathroom counter completely bare from the waist down while she slowly snaps gloves over her hands and asks clinical little questions that make your stomach flip. “where does it hurt?” “show me where you need attention.” “is the patient experiencing sensitivity?” and she says all of it while staring directly at your pussy already glistening between your thighs.

baran who absolutely loves how your pussy reacts to cold medical tools. the metal of a stethoscope brushing against your inner thighs. cool lubricant spread carefully over her fingers before she pushes them slowly inside you. even the chill of alcohol wipes against sensitive skin makes your hips twitch while she calmly tells you to “stay still during the examination.”

attending!samira, who's now in her thirties.... gosh.

she feels like a pervert for even looking at you when she first meets you. she's instantly attracted. a little something inside of her dies when she finds out your age, but it also makes her so fucking horny.

her eyes always find you across the halls at ptmc. staring at your fingers as you wiggle them mindlessly, thinking about how experienced you are with them. or how inexperienced you are, because you're so young. catching your eye while you're at the nurses' desk, giving you a soft smile like she's not thinking about you in inappropriate ways.

samira masturbating to the thought of you because you have her so riled up @__@ she feels so fucking guilty after she cums, tells herself that this was a one-time thing and that she cannot think about you like that ever again. but then she goes to work the next day, and her clit is throbbing at the sight of you.

med student!R, who kind of sucks up to samira because they want approval, which does not help samira's case at all....she gets all perverted over it, thinks about just how far you'd go to get her praise and approval.

samira being a little too touchy with you while giving you pep talks, which makes you feel insane. getting all excited and riled up, eyes dropping to her pretty lips while she encourages you to speak your mind or something, unable to respond with a full sentence after her speech because your brain is fried.

samira holding your hand and helping you cut someone open, showing you how it's done...rubbing your lower back and praising you when you do it correctly....smth smth ending up in a supply closet with her afterwards because the tension was so thick. making out with her, pushing each other against shelves, groping each other so roughly. samira, who tells you that she's thought about you for so long while her hand cups your groin. samira, who feels a twinge of guilt when you tell her you've never been with an older woman before, because she's reminded of the age difference. but she'd be lying if she said it didn't turn her on...leaving that room with samira's taste on your tongue :p

having to reassure samira that she's not taking advantage of her position when she takes you home that first time, telling her you're both consenting adults who want each other, teasing her by saying, "yeah, but isn't it a little hot?" when she reminds you that you're younger than her.

samira moaning, "god, this is so wrong. you're my med student." while she pounds you into her mattress. samira, who thinks it's sooo wrong that she's between your thighs, tasting your cum. but it's so fun. she gets a rush out of it. the guilt makes her hornier.

warnings : fem!reader x soft!dom!baran . nsfw , mdni . mommy kink . pussy slapping/spanking (r!receiving) . teasing/denial . brat taming . light humiliation . power imbalance . overstimulation .

wc : 1k

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you’re sprawled across the bed on your back, knees bent and thighs parted just enough that the cool air hits you where you’re already aching. baran stands at the edge of the mattress, in a dark button-down, sleeves rolled up to her forearms like she just walked in from a long shift and decided this was the next thing that needed fixing. her eyes are steady on you, a quiet, assessing look she gets when she’s sizing up a situation. not mad exactly. just disappointed, which hits harder than yelling ever could.

“you knew what i told you this morning,” she says, voice low and even, almost conversational. she reaches down and runs two fingers along the inside of your thigh, slow, like she’s checking your temperature. “don’t text me anything dirty during my shift. and what did you do?”

you swallow, hips twitching without meaning to. “i texted you.”

“three pictures.” her fingers stop just short of where you want them. she gives your thigh a light tap, more warning than anything. “you know better. you don’t listen very well, do you?”

before you can answer she climbs onto the bed, knee pressing the mattress between your legs so she can settle in closer. her hand slides down inch by inch, fingertips brushing over your hips, then lower until she’s cupping you lightly through your underwear. you’re already damp and she lets out this quiet hum, like she expected it but still likes feeling it. she hooks her fingers in the fabric and tugs it aside with a small smirk before pulling it down, exposing you completely. the first smack is light, almost teasing, right over your pussy. the sound is soft but it makes your breath catch anyway.

“say thank you, mommy,” she murmurs, rubbing the sting in slow circles with two fingers. her tone is almost gentle, like she’s teaching you something important.

“thank you, mommy,” you breathe, cheeks burning.

“good start.” she nods, satisfied. she rubs her palm over your pussy in slow circles, spreading the slick that’s already leaking out of you. and lands another one, a little firmer this time. the heat blooms fast, mixing with how soaked you’re getting. every slap makes your clit throb harder and you can hear how wet the sounds are now, obscene in the quiet room. baran watches your face the whole time, composed as ever, but there’s this tiny flicker at the corner of her mouth when you start to squirm.

she spanks you again and you gasp out another “thank you, mommy.”

you’re repeating it like a mantra between little hitched breaths, thighs trying to close but her knee keeps them open. she’s methodical about it, never too fast, never letting you get used to the rhythm. sometimes she pauses to drag her fingers through your folds, spreading the slick around, pressing just enough on your clit to make your hips buck before pulling back and landing another spank. your voice cracks on one of the thank yous and she leans down, brushing her lips against your temple.

“good girl. you’re getting so soaked for me.” her fingers dip lower, teasing your entrance but not pushing in. “so messy and desperate just because mommy’s correcting you.” her fingers tap lightly against your swollen clit, not quite a spank but enough to make your legs tremble. “does it feel good when mommy puts you in place?”

you nod fast, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the mix of sting and need. “please, baran- mommy, i need you to take care of me. i’ll listen next time, i swear, just let me cum. it hurts…” you whine, voice wrecked.

“then i guess you’ll be a good girl and take what i give you.” she says, but there’s warmth under the words, the way her free hand strokes your thigh like she’s proud of how well you’re holding still for her. another firm smack lands and you moan, back arching. the sting is sharper now, your pussy throbbing and soaked, every slap echoing wetter than the last. you can feel it dripping down between your cheeks, ruining the sheets, but baran just keeps going.

you can barely hold out, you don’t care what consequences she’ll give you at this point, you just need to come. “please… just touch me properly, let me come, i’ll be good-“

she hums like she’s considering it as she leans down closer, breath warm against your ear as her fingers rub slow, slick circles over your clit again, just enough pressure to make your legs shake. you think she’s giving in. her touch feels so good after the sharp smacks, warm and sure, the way only she knows how to touch you. your back arches a little and you whimper her name again, softer.

your hand reaches up to grip her shirt, pulling her closer, whispering please over and over like it might convince her.

her fingers slow, then stop. she presses one last soft kiss to your temple before pulling her hand away completely. you make this wrecked little sound, hips chasing her touch, but she’s already moving. she wipes her fingers casually on your inner thigh, leaving a shiny streak there like a reminder. then she swings her leg back and stands up, smoothing her shirt down like nothing happened.

you blink up at her, dazed, pussy throbbing and dripping onto the sheets.

“i have something important to finish,” she says, her voice is back to professional. she glances at you once more, taking in the sight of you spread out, panting and ruined. “don’t touch yourself.”

you make a broken sound of protest but she’s already turning toward the door.

the door clicks shut behind her, leaving you aching and dripping. you can still feel the ghost of her hand, the sting, the slick and the promise that she’s not really done with you tonight.

transfem cassie who loves to watch intently as she sheathes her dick inside you. she’s got you flat on your back in missionary, trying her best to keep you pinned down as you squirm on the sweaty sheets. “baby, be still for me, okay?” she breathes heavily, barely able to keep her mouth closed. you’re so sensitive that your hips shift as the head of her cock pops into your hole, and cassie responds accordingly by pinning your legs still by the knees. and by grabbing the meat of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft flesh. and by placing her palm down on your lower belly to keep you from bucking up and throwing her off balance until she’s bottomed out so deep it’s nearly aching. cassie who keeps her palm on your tummy so she can feel her dick print inside you, smoothing her hand around and feeling for even the faintest outline of her cock stuffed inside you. she thrusts slowly at first, barely rocking her pelvis but moaning with every drag of friction from your warm, wet pussy. cassie who loves collapsing all her weight on top of you, smothering you into the mattress as she begins rutting into you for much needed stress relief.

heavy nsfw | sharing a wine bottle with baran, but after she drinks it; you wipe the top of it before taking your first sip. it pisses her off.

it was after a hard shift, you thought it would be funny if you play a slight prank on baran. so you got a brand new bottle of wine, handing it to her. she takes a sip, shrugging and nodding. “ it's good. was it cheap? ” she asked, as you took the bottle. “ kinda. ” you wipe the top of the bottle, before sipping. she turns to you, and she can't help but smile at how pissed you're making her. you turn to her, a mad expression is written all over her face; and you giggle. “ what's wrong babe? ”

she grabs the bottle, taking another long gulp, swishing it in her mouth and swallowing it. she stares at you as she does so, slightly smiling. “ open your mouth. ” and you do so cluelessly. she takes another big gulp, swishing it in her mouth carefully before grabbing your chin forcefully and spitting it into your mouth. you swallow it instinctively, but you had shock written all over your face. she slaps your cheek, not hard, but enough to fix your attitude. “ don't do that again. ”

and just after that, you found yourself laying on her red bedsheets, huffing and blabbering about how you can't take her. she effortlessly thrusts in & out of you, easily because you're slick with need. drool trails down your chin to your neck, and she wipes it gently— contrary to her movements in you. she moves your hair stuck to ur sweaty head, shaking her head. “ so much attitude that you can't even correct for me. ”

authors note: hiii anon, i hope the twist i took on this is okay:( i struggled with making baran harsh tbh. thank you for the request baby ㅤ♡ also listened to noah kahan writing this?? dunno why lmao

TA!trinity, who chooses to sit closest to you since it's a small class. you'll look up from taking notes and notice trinity looking at you. she'll always give you a kind smile that makes you flush because she's so damn pretty. somtimes she'll message you on canvas and ask if you need any extra help on a new assignment, or she'll even pull you aside during class and offer to tutor you after the lecture. even if it's a night class! she can drive you to her place, and she can help you with the essay professor al-hashimi's assigned. or she can follow you to your place :)

mffff TA!trinity, who always tries to get you to see her in the writing center or whatever because she just wants you alone @___@ trinity trying to goad you into taking advantage of her position because she can help you with anything you need.

even professor al-hashimi encourages you to take advantage of trinity. i mean, she's here for a reason.

professor al-hashimi, who loves to tease her shy!student... thinking about sitting a few seats away from her desk the first day, and blushing when professor al-hashimi tells you that you can sit closer because she doesn't bite. baran, who jokingly calls on you when no one responds to her question aimed at the class, trying to coax an answer out of you because she knows you're a smart student...

feeling baran's gaze on you whenever you're early to class...or even during class. she's always glancing at you when giving a lecture. she wanders toward your seat while explaining something important, hovers right in front of your desk while talking to the class.

drunken hook up with barantos after running into them at a bar @__@ waking up ON A SCHOOL DAY in their place, their hickeys and marks littered on your body, scrambling to find your clothes on their bedroom floor. baran, who drops you off, fixes your shirt collar to hide one of her hickeys on your neck before wishing you good luck in your class. seeing TA!trinity on campus while walking to your next class, feeling your stomach flip when you remember what happened last night.

quickies in baran's office before her next class, meeting up with trinity after and showing her all the marks baran left on you.

baran, who invites you over to her place for dinner, despite you being her student. finding out that her and trinity are together when trinity answers the door when you arrive...

baran, who's loud and proud about her relationship with trinity, having an "affair" with you...except you don't know that they both want you, so you just assume baran is cheating on trinity with you @__@

baran, who pounces on you the second you graduate or something....her hitting you up and telling you how much she's wanted you, inviting you over to celebrate your graduation and so she can finally touch what she's been wanting for semesters.

hooking up with barantos in baran's office and walking to your next class, soaked and throbbing <3 sending them pics of your ruined, wet pussy during class break <3

being the teacher's pet @___@ baran always praising you for raising your hand in class, trinity encouraging you to answer baran's question because you're so smart....baran, who uses you for examples in class, who will use your name in quizzes and exams...

warnings : fem!reader x mtf!yolanda . nsfw , mdni . semi-public (supply closet) . power imbalance . jealous sex . possessive yolanda . light degradation . fingering (r!receiving) . blowjob (y!receiving) .

wc : 1.5k

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your feet are sore, scrubs sticking to your skin and dr. garcia is everywhere at once, barking orders, moving fast. she’s sharp with everyone but somehow extra cutting with you. you’ve been soft with her anyway, quiet voice when you hand over labs, careful fingers sliding her the right gloves, having coffee waiting for her. she takes it every single time but always hits you with something mean like “you don’t have to hover” or “focus on your own patients instead of playing nurse to me.”

it’s been wearing on you and today you hit your limit.

you’re at the nurses’ station finishing up when santos stops by. she leans in close while you show her an ecg strip, her shoulder warm against yours. “damn, that’s nasty,” she says, chuckling low. you smile bigger than you have in days and let your hand rest on her arm a second longer while you explain what you’re seeing. it feels simple, light. no constant walls or sharp remarks.

you feel eyes burning into you before you even look up.

yolanda’s across the bay, arms folded tight, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. her gaze flicks between you and trinity, narrowing every time you laugh. when trinity says something that makes you chuckle again, yolanda spins around and stalks off toward the back hallway without a word. the tension in her shoulders is impossible to miss.

you slip into the supply closet later for more gauze and tubing. the door barely shuts before it opens again. yolanda steps in, filling the small space instantly. she doesn’t even pretend she needs anything. she just stands there, breathing heavier than usual, staring at you.

“flirting on the clock now?” she starts, voice low and edged. “looked real cozy with santos. you really trying to piss me off or is this your new thing?”

you set the box of gloves down slowly, turning to face her. “seriously? you’ve been an asshole to me for weeks, yolanda. i bring you protein bars, i try to be nice when i know you’re stressed, and you just keep being a dick about it. acting like me being nice is some personal attack. so yeah, i talked to someone who doesn’t make me feel like i’m in the way all the time.”

her jaw works like she’s fighting with herself. the silence stretches for a second before she speaks again.

“it’s not that simple,” she mutters. “you coming around all gentle… it messes with my head. gets under my skin. easier to be mean than admit i notice every little thing you do. the way you handle patients, the way you always know what size gloves i need without asking. you know, shit like that.”

you take a small step closer. the air feels thicker now. “so you were jealous.”

“shut up,” she says, but there’s barely any bite left in it. her eyes drop to your mouth, linger, then drag back up. “don’t go batting your eyes at santos just to get back at me.”

you step closer instead of answering. close enough that you can smell the faint antiseptic on her scrubs mixed with something warmer, like her skin after a long day. she doesn’t move away. when you reach up and brush your knuckles against her cheekbone she exhales hard through her nose.

“you get on my nerves,” she mutters, but her hand comes up to grip your waist, thumb pressing in like she needs to hold on.

“yeah? then why are you trapping me in a supply room?”

she doesn’t answer with words. instead she backs you against the shelves, careful enough not to knock anything over but firm. her mouth finds yours rough at first, like she’s been holding it back too long. you kiss her back just as hungry, hands sliding under her scrub top to feel the warm skin of her stomach. she’s solid, muscles shifting under your palms.

yolanda makes this low sound when your fingers dip lower, tracing the waistband of her scrubs. she’s hard already, the outline pressing against the fabric obvious when you palm her through it. “shit,” she breathes against your lips. “you really gonna do this here?”

“you started it.” you sink down slowly, knees hitting the cool tile. you tug her scrubs and underwear down enough to free her, her cock springing up thick and flushed at the tip. she’s breathing heavier now, one hand braced on the shelf above you, breathing shaky as you wrap your hand around her and stroke lazily, her other hand is hovering near your head like she doesn’t know if she should touch.

you take her into your mouth slow at first, tongue sliding along the underside. she groans deep, fingers finally threading into your hair. you suck her steadily, hollowing your cheeks, taking her deeper until she hits the back of your throat. the wet sounds fill the tiny closet and she rocks into your mouth carefully at first, then a little rougher as you encourage her with your hand squeezing her hip.

“fuck… just like that,” she breathes. “bet santos couldn’t get you on your knees like this. all that talk and she’d probably fumble.”

you hum around her, looking up through watery eyes. that seems to break something in her. her grip tightens in your hair as she starts thrusting shallowly into your mouth. spit starts dripping down your chin, hand working what you can’t swallow. her breathing gets ragged, low grunts slipping out.

“gonna come,” she warns, voice tight like she’s embarrassed by how fast she’s going to cum, how strongly her body reacts to you. you don’t pull away, you suck harder instead. she cums with a choked groan, hips jerking as she spills down your throat. you swallow every bit, working her through it until her hips stops stuttering and she eases back, chest heaving.

she pulls you up almost immediately, kissing you while her hands are already shoving your scrub pants and underwear down your hips in one rough motion. she spins you around, pressing your front against the cold shelves.

“yol-” you start, but she cuts you off by pushing one thick finger inside you with a deep, small chuckle. you gasp sharply, hands scrambling against the metal.

she doesn’t go slow. she fucks you hard with her finger, curling it mean until your legs shake. the slick, wet sounds are loud in the tiny closet, obscene and impossible to ignore.

“so fucking wet,” she growls against your ear. “this all for me? not santos, i bet.”

you moan, pushing back against her hand desperately. “shit- yolanda-“

she adds a second finger suddenly, stretching you. the burn is intense and perfect at the same time. her body presses flush to your back while she grinds lightly into you with every thrust of her fingers.

“say it,” she whispers, lips brushing your ear. “tell me you want me more than whatever bullshit she’s offering.”

you whimper, hips rocking back to meet her rough thrusts. “i want- fuck… i want you. only you, please.”

her free hand yanks your scrub top and bra up, palming your breast before pinching your nipple just right, rolling it between her fingers. every thrust hits perfect, building that tight coil fast and overwhelming. she keeps talking low, the jealousy making everything hotter.

“you’re mine to be mean to,” she mutters, voice rough against your neck. “mine to fix when i fuck up. not hers. never hers.”

you bite your fist to stay quiet, thighs trembling as she keeps pounding her fingers into you. the pleasure coils tighter and tighter until it snaps. you come hard around her fingers, clenching down violently, moaning her name louder than intended, yolanda quickly cover your mouth with her palm, holding it there firm as your hips jerk uncontrollably. she doesn’t stop, she keeps going until you’re shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and breathless.

only then does she slowly ease her fingers out. you’re still panting, forehead pressed to the shelf, legs barely holding you up. she turns you around gently this time, kissing you slower, her hands roaming over your body, squeezing everywhere like she can’t get enough of you.

after a minute she helps you pull your pants back up, smoothing your top down with surprisingly careful hands. the reality of the hospital just outside the door starts creeping back in.

“don’t flirt with santos anymore,” she says quietly, voice still a little rough.

you let out a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. “only if you stop being such a mean asshole.”

she huffs, the corner of her mouth twitching. “yeah… i can do nice.”

she checks the hallway before letting you slip out first. you glance back once and catch her watching you leave, like she’s making sure you don’t walk towards trinity.

"Quit your whining. Don't act like you don't love when I stretch you out like this. "

Emery's above you, eyes glazed over and so, so dark as she bullies her thickest strap inside of you. Despite her condescending tone, one of her hands strokes your sides comfortingly as she pushes her hips and forces more inches inside of you.

Your lips shake, along with your feet and hands, at the painful stretch. It's not even her biggest strap, but it's her thickest. Nearly 3 inches in diameter. You could barely take the tip in without whimpering and trying to push Emery away. Once it was inside, you started to tear up. She licked your tears away and coaxed you into taking more of her.

"Can't take any more. Please. Please, It's too big," you plead with Emery, loud cries spilling past your lips that make her fake pout at you.

Emery coos at you and nudges her strap in a little deeper, stomach whirling with heat at the sound of your choked-out groan.

"You can. And you will. I know you can take it, baby. Just relax and let me feel you grip my cock. Stop resisting it."

Breathy moans and gasps fill the room as Emery pushes her strap in deeper and deeper. Your nails dig into her skin, scratching her up and making her clit throb from the painful sting.

Once she bottoms out, it's like she resets your entire body. A silent scream flies out of your throat, your back arching as you grip her thick strap around your walls. She doesn't give you any time to adjust before she starts plowing into you. Involuntary gasps and cries from you make Emery pant heavily, and she feels her pussy drip while listening to the filthy sounds of your wetness squelching as she fucks you into the mattress.

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emery trying to get you to squirt on her thick strap @__@ basically making you cockwarm her while she furiously rubs your clit....snapping her hips SO roughly once she notices how close you are to your orgasm, pleading for you to squirt on her @__@

- 🐆

was honestly just thinking about samira letting cassie have a piece of you because even though it's been so long since she's had time to hook up and even just touch herself, it's been YEARS for cassie. she feels kind of bad. samira knows how bad that ache feels, and cassie must be so fucking pent up, must be bursting at the seams just for a small touch.

reader, who's more than happy to eat this milf out and make her cum multiple times because samira asked them to :p

cassie's exactly like samira, gets so loud and restless just from the make out session. but unlike samira, cassie actually cums from the kissing. her nails dig into your back, scratching it up as she cums hard just from some grinding and kisses. she's whimpering so pathetically as you nudge her shaking legs open. when you peel her boxers off, they're fucking drenched in her wetness and cum. her pussy is dripping, and her bush is wet with her own cum. her clit is swollen, and it's big. it's popping out of her hood and begging to be sucked.

samira's just watching, her own pussy soaked and aching. she's needy. panting so hard beside you two as she watches you settle between cassie's thighs and immediately attach your mouth to her huge clit. the tips of her ears burn, and a warmth spreads through her body at the sounds of cassie's breathless whines.

while you're feasting on cassie's pussy, you look up to see samira touching herself. her mouth hangs open, eyes glazed over as she stares at cassie's lips, as if she's in a trance.

you peel your mouth off cassie, which causes her to grunt and shove her hips in your face, and tell samira to kiss her. samira locks eyes with cassie. a split second later, they're drooling and moaning into each other's mouths.

you're hypnotized by it, watching them kiss so sloppily and hungrily. your mouth still isn't back on cassie's, and she's impatient and needy and lifts her hips into your face. the second you taste her on your lips, you're out of the trance. you go back to eating her out, and she goes right back to moaning loudly and pathetically.

mmmfff samira reaching down to finger cassie and then making her taste herself :p

samira scooting down so she's next to you, so now you're both eating cassie and overstimulating the fuck out of that poor older woman 🤤 making out with cassie's pussy and then making out ON cassie's pussy...kissing cassie's wet pussy, your tongues meeting as you swirl them over her clit.

cassie riding your face while samira rides your thigh :3

victoria javadi x gn!reader

summary: a collection of text messages between you and your girlfriend victoria javadi

warnings: somewhat implied femme reader although it’s still gender neutral. brief mention of sadness/implied depression.

warnings : fem!reader x yolanda . nsfw , mdni . strap-on (r!receiving) . fingering (r!receiving) . vibrator (r!receiving) . rough sex . brat taming . degradation . overstimulation . dacryphilia . light pain . marking .

wc : 2.5k

find the request here

you’ve been at it since the first handoff this morning. nothing crazy, just enough to stick in her head. a brush of your fingers when you passed her a tablet. leaning in too close when you updated her on the incoming trauma, your shoulder against hers while you talked vitals like it was no big deal. yolanda didn’t say anything then, just gave you a warning look. her eyebrow ticking up and her mouth goes flat while clenching her jaw.

by mid-morning the ER’s humming and she’s down from the OR floor to consult on a bad mvc. you’re next to her in the trauma room to “help”. your elbow bumps hers on purpose while you tie your mask.

“need me to do anything for you, dr. garcia?” you ask, voice low enough that the interns won’t catch it. your eyes flicking to hers. “or you got it handled?”

she snorts, snapping on her gloves with a sharp pop. “you’re chatty today. focus on the patient.” but her eyes linger a second longer. she steps past you into the room, shoulder brushing your chest, and you catch the faint smell of her shampoo. it makes your stomach tighten in the best way.

the case goes smooth enough. yolanda’s calling out orders calm and sharp, hands steady while she works. you stay close, anticipating what she needs before she asks, handing instruments without being told. every time your fingers touch hers you let them rest there a beat too long. nothing the team would notice. just enough for her.

afterwards in the hall she catches your wrist before you can walk away. her grip is firm but not rough, thumb pressing into your pulse point.

“what the hell are you doing?” she mutters, glancing around to make sure no one’s in earshot. her voice has an edge to it.

you tilt your head, innocent as anything. “doing my job. being helpful. you complaining about good teamwork now?”

yolanda’s eyes narrow but there’s a spark there. “helpful my ass. you’ve been on me all morning.” she lets go of your wrist but doesn’t step back. her voice drops even lower. “keep playing and see what happens when we clock out.”

“yeah?” you step just a fraction closer, letting your hip brush hers. “what’s gonna happen, yolo?”

she exhales through her nose, half laugh half warning. “don’t push it.” someone calls her name down the hall and she walks away.

lunch is rushed. you find her in the small break room. she’s standing by the window eating a granola bar, staring out at the gray pittsburgh sky. you slip in and shut the door behind you with a quiet click.

“hey,” you say, coming up beside her. your arm presses against hers as you steal a sip from her water bottle. “tough morning?”

“standard.” she shrugs but leans into the contact. “that kid’s gonna pull through though. you did good in there.”

you smile at that. “coming from you that’s basically a proposal.”

yolanda rolls her eyes but her mouth twitches. “trying to flatter me?” she turns to face you properly, back against the window sill. up close you can see the faint lines of tiredness under her eyes. you reach up and trace her jaw with your finger. her eyes flutter half closed for a second.

“you look hot out there,” you murmur. “focused and bossy. makes me wanna drag you into the bathroom.”

“we’re not doing that here.” but her hand settles on your waist, fingers spreading wide like she can’t help it. “you’re already driving me crazy enough in public.”

you laugh quietly. “that’s the point.” your hand slides up her side, under the scrub top just enough to feel warm skin. “been thinking about you since we woke up. the way you looked in bed this morning.”

yolanda makes a low sound in her throat and squeezes your waist. “yeah? keep talking like that and i’m gonna bend you over the counter right now.”

the threat sends heat rushing through you but you just grin. “empty promises.” you kiss the corner of her mouth, quick and light, then pull back when her pager goes off. she groans.

“better get out there,” you say, stepping away even though you don’t want to.

she points at you as she heads for the door. “behave.”

the afternoon drags but you catch glimpses of her between patients. once when you’re restocking and she walks by, you “accidentally” back into her path so your ass presses against her front for half a second. she grabs your hip to steady you, fingers digging in hard.

“watch it,” she says close to your ear, voice rough.

“sorry, dr. garcia,” you reply, all sweet. you turn just enough to meet her eyes. “didn’t see you there.”

“yeah, right.” her eyes narrow. she lingers a second longer than professional before letting go and continuing down the hall.

later you’re charting at the station when she comes over to sign off on something. she stands right beside you, closer than she needs to. her thigh presses against yours while she reads the notes.

“this looks great,” she says, pointing at a line. her pinky brushes your hand. “you always write so good.”

you bump her shoulder lightly. “flattery? from you? i must be doing something right today.”

yolanda glances sideways at you, voice dropping. “you’re doing too much today. my head’s not in the game because i’m thinking about you.”

your breath catches but you keep your face neutral. “sounds like a you problem.”

“it’s your problem too in about three hours.” she taps the counter before straightening up and heads back to the elevators.

you grin to yourself as you finish the charting while dana looks at you over her glasses, eyebrows slightly rised like she’s trying to figure out what’s going on with you.

the last couple hours are mostly just shared looks across the floor every time your paths cross. you keep it light but consistent. a hand on her lower back when you squeeze past in the supply closet. whispering “good luck, baby” when she heads into a tough consult.

by the time shift change hits you’re both buzzing. you meet her in the locker room after everyone’s mostly cleared out. she’s shrugging into her jacket, hair down now and a little messy from the long day. you come up behind her, forehead between her shoulder blades.

you sigh, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “been waiting to do this all day without ten people watching.”

yolanda leans back into you, hands covering yours. “felt like you were trying to see how fast you could make me snap.”

you laugh softly against her skin. “was it working?”

“too well.” she turns in your arms and cups your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. her eyes search yours, tired but warm. “you really enjoy messing with me.”

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you smirk and kiss her slowly, tasting the faint salt of the long day on her lips. her hands slide down to your hips, pulling you flush against her.

when you pull back you’re both breathing a little heavier. “i’m tired.”

she nods, grabbing her bag. “yeah. i’ll take you back to my place. and when we get there you’re gonna feel every second of what you started today.”

the car ride is thick with tension. your hand stays on her thigh the whole way, rubbing slow circles that creep higher whenever traffic slows. yolanda keeps one hand on the wheel but the other finds your hand, squeezing. you talk about stupid stuff. the intern who almost dropped the chest tube tray, the shitty cafeteria tacos. normal end-of-shift chatter. but under it everything feels charged.

her apartment building comes into view and she pulls into her spot. the second the engine cuts you both move. she practically pounce on you, kissing you while one hand tangles in your hair, the other gripping your jacket like she might pull you into her lap right there. you kiss back just as hungry, nipping at her bottom lip until she groans.

“inside,” she says against your mouth.

the second the door shuts behind you, yolanda shoves you up against it, her mouth crashes into yours like she’s been holding back all day. it’s messy, teeth clacking, her tongue pushing past your lips like she owns the space. one of her hands fists in your hair, tugging your head back so she can bite down the side of your neck, sucking hard like she wants the mark to last through tomorrow’s shift.

“all fucking day,” she growls against your skin, voice low and rough. “walking around like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.”

you gasp when her teeth scrape harder, hips twitching forward against her thigh. “wanted you to notice.”

yolanda laughs, short and dark, and yanks your shirt up and off in one motion. she palms your breasts immediately, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they’re stiff and aching. “yeah? well now you’re gonna deal with it. gonna fuck you stupid for all that teasing.”

clothes hit the floor in a trail toward the bedroom. by the time she pushes you onto the bed you’re naked, breathing fast, thighs already slick. yolanda stands there for a second, eyes dragging over you slow while she steps into the strap. it juts out heavy between her legs and she strokes it, knowing the effect it has on you. her chest rise and fall with each breath.

“on your knees.”

you flip over quick, arching your back, knees spread. the cool air hits your wet pussy and you shiver. yolanda climbs behind you, hands spreading your cheeks, thumbs pulling you open so she can see everything.

“fuck,” she mutters, almost to herself. one thick finger drags through your folds, collecting slick before pushing inside you. “dripping down your thighs already. you really get off on riling me up at work, don’t you?”

“yes,” you moan, pushing back onto her finger. she adds a second fast, scissoring them deep, curling hard against the spot that makes your toes curl, the wet sounds obscene.

yolanda keeps fingering you until your arms are shaking, then pulls out and lines the strap up. she doesn’t ease in gentle. she grips your hips and pushes forward in one steady thrust, burying the whole length until her hips slap against your ass. you cry out into the pillow, feeling so full of her.

“fuck yes,” she groans, holding still for a second so you feel every inch. “been thinking about wrecking this tight cunt since lunch.”

she starts fucking you hard, deep strokes that punch the air out of your lungs. her hips snaps against you with every thrust, her hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. you’re moaning loud, pushing back to meet her, the angle hitting so good your eyes water.

yolanda leans over your back, one hand sliding under you to rub your clit in rough circles. her breath is hot against your ear. “that’s it. moan for me like the needy slut you are. you wanted this, huh?”

the words hit hard and you clench around the strap, a broken sound falling from your mouth. she laughs low and speeds up, pounding into you. your orgasm sneaks up fast, crashing over you so sudden your legs shake. yolanda doesn’t slow down. she fucks you through it, rubbing your clit until you’re whimpering and trying to twist away from the overstimulation.

“don’t run from me,” she snaps, yanking your hips back. “you wanted this. you’re gonna take it.”

she flips you onto your back, throwing your legs over her shoulders so she can fuck you even deeper. her eyes lock on your face the whole time, watching every twitch. tears slips out, overwhelmed and sensitive, but the pleasure keeps building anyway.

“color?” she asks softer, still thrusting steady.

“green- fuck,” you sob, hands grabbing at her arms.

yolanda smirks, sweat shining on her chest. “good girl. crying looks so fucking pretty on you.” she grinds deep, rolling her hips so the strap rubs right against your g-spot while her thumb keeps working your swollen clit. the second orgasm rips through you harder, back arching off the bed, tears streaming down your cheeks as you shake and clench around her.

she finally pulls out, leaving you empty and pulsing, but she grabs the vibrator from the drawer, and clicks it on high. the second it touches your clit you jerk hard, a loud whine tearing out of you.

“too much- yo-“

“don’t act like you can’t take it.” she presses the vibrator down firmer, free hand pinning your hip so you can’t squirm away. “this is what you get for being a brat all day.”

another orgasm builds fast and brutal. sobs mixed with moans, thighs trembling violently around her hand. yolanda watches your face the whole time, eyes dark, like she’s getting off on every tear.

“look at you,” she murmurs, voice rough with arousal. “so desperate. you love when i use you like this, don’t you?”

you nod frantically, barely able to speak. “yes- yes, god-“

she keeps the vibrator pressed tight, circling it slow and mean until you come again with a sharp cry, body seizing up. the overstimulation is white-hot now, every nerve screaming, but she holds you through it, finally easing the toy off when your sobs turn hoarse.

yolanda drops the vibrator and climbs up your body, unbuckling the harness with quick fingers. then she pulls you into her arms, wrapping herself around you completely. her skin is hot and damp, heart hammering against yours. she kisses your wet cheeks, your eyelids, the corner of your mouth, murmuring soft now.

“i got you. did so good for me.”

you bury your face in her neck, still shaking, tears slowing. her hands stroke down your back, soothing every tremble. “you good?” she asks quietly, lips brushing your hair.

“mmhm,” you hum. “stay close.”

“not going anywhere.” she hooks a leg over yours, pulling you tighter against her. one hand keeps rubbing slow circles on your hip while the other cards through your sweaty hair. “you were being a pain in the ass at work.”

you let out a shaky laugh, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “worth it.”

yolanda chuckles, the sound rumbling through her chest. she tilts your chin up gently, kissing you slow, like she’s pouring everything she couldn’t say in the ER into it. her hand squeezes your hip softer. “rest a minute. then i’m running us a shower and you’re gonna let me wash you. after that… i’ll cook for you.”

you smile against her skin, already half gone, body buzzing and sore in the best way. “you? cook?” you tease with a small laugh.

she scoffs and half heartedly shoves at your shoulder, eventually getting up to start the shower.

pairing: samira mohan x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut, reader is in their early 20s, still in college and living with parents.

wc: 1,300

Your phone lights up with a notification, buzzing loudly on your desk. Your stomach fills with butterflies when you see Samira’s contact name pop up. With a huge grin on your face, you pick up your phone and read her message.

dr dimples <3: Sneak me in tonight?

You bite your lip and glance at your bedroom door. From behind, you can hear the faint murmur of your parents and their friends talking in the living room. It’s a little get-together, one that you joined a few hours ago because you wanted to help yourself to the expensive wine your mom’s friend got. You had one too many glasses while toasting to the end of the semester. It’s been a hell of a week with finals. You’re just glad it’s almost over.

Looking back at your phone, your fingers hover over the keyboard.

You so desperately want to sneak her in, but your parents still being awake is turning you off. You’ve snuck Samira in before when your parents were sleeping and had the most fun trying to stay quiet while she was getting pussydrunk off you. You loved the rush of opening your bedroom window and holding the curtain open for Samira to climb through. But, again, your parents are awake. And you have no idea if you’ll be able to keep quiet.

But the wine is getting to your head, making you feel all fuzzy and horny at the thought of having to be extra quiet while Samira’s in your bed. Your stomach somersaults as you think about her muffling your moans with her hand.

Your fingers start typing before you even really think about it.

yes but hurry. i need you.

☆┊ She hadn't planned on falling in love, much less with a human. For Maki, after living so many years, she had learned that many things were temporary, including love. Love wasn't usually a priority for vampires, so finding a partner was generally difficult, but then she met a human who was too… different and who, ironically, wasn't afraid of her. Maki tried her best, she really tried, and somehow she ended up falling for you.

☆┊ She uses all her self-control not to drink from you, she flatly refuses to do so even if you offer it. She never talks much about her methods, but she always mentions that she has her own ways of feeding, and feeding from you is definitely not in her plans, regardless of the fact that you yourself once offered it. Maki always thought you trusted her too much, and although she knew perfectly well that she herself had given you reasons to think that way, it was something… new. However, for Maki, you were the best thing in her long life; she felt that if she gave in, she would somehow hurt you.

☆┊ She's extremely overprotective. Maki never hesitates to put herself between you and danger, mainly because she knows she will never suffer the same harm as you, but also because of this newfound instinct to protect what matters most to her. She always thought she was selfish because she'd never cared about anyone but herself in an attempt to survive, but this was different… she made sure you ate well even though she had a different diet. She made sure the temperature in her house was comfortable even though she'd never paid much attention to it before. She'd even started doing the grocery shopping like a normal person just because of the amount of time you used to spend with her.

☆┊ She loves the warmth of your body, so let you cuddle up to her as much as possible, even if she's not used to it. Maki was always cold; her hands contrasted sharply with your warm skin when she took your hand, and you could even feel it when she wrapped her arms around you. There was a time in her life when she simply began to reject warmth because it was a sensation she disliked, but your warmth? Oh, that was something different. It was a completely new contrast. Maki never thought to seek it out herself. During the nights, she would silently cling to you just to feel that contrast again, the one she had begun to enjoy.

☆┊ Actually, she has incredible self-control when it comes to you. You discovered this by accident once when you got a small cut while trying to cook something. Maybe you'd watched too many movies because your first instinct was to think she'd react, but contrary to what you expected, she didn't. Maki's fingers applied just enough pressure to prevent the wound from getting worse, and she moved so quickly that it made you feel dizzy for a second. The truth was, not even she knew what had happened; every second near you felt like a burning sensation, and yet, her need for you to be safe was stronger.

☆┊ She stays by your side at night just to spend time with you. Maki doesn't need to sleep, and although you've often told her she doesn't have to stay there all night, it's not a problem for her. In fact, she's tried to convince herself it's just a way of protecting your sleep; she spends the whole night reading or trying to distract herself, but never leaves the room. After all, human life is too short, and she plans to enjoy every second.