Rubes ₊˚⊹ 𐂯

24 year old puppygirl with unrestricted internet access. McNovans founder. 18+ only. Banner made by hunnytoastt. InkedSapphism on Ao3.

[danaevansashtray]

24 year old writer with a love for older women. She/They pronouns.

I mostly have muse for The Pitt at the moment, but I will post other fics and headcanons for other shows.

InkedSapphism on Ao3. ༝༚༝༚

MASTERLIST Below are the shows I write for/will be writing for soon. (Hyperlinks to my lists for each show will be added.) Key: ● = request response, ♡ = fluff, ᵎᵎ = smut/explicit, ✧ = angst.

(Divider by @strangergraphics-archive.)

The Pitt My Life Is Murder Rizzoli and Isles Scandal Desperate Housewives Criminal Minds The Hunting Wives

[dykepitts]

genuinely some of my favorite screenshots of all time. mama slow down she's not done tying!!!

[danaevansashtray]

I am so serious about them.

[danaevansashtray]

For all my mutuals that don’t use instagram, gotta make sure y’all stay fed.

[danaevansashtray]

chomping at the bit for mcnovans end game from that snippet

I promise I will be feeding y'all good over the next couple of weeks, I have new McNovans posts and fics coming up.

[danaevansashtray]

I mean... camgirl!emma and watcher!dana sounds like a pretty cool pairing... and with the way you write (I'm a long time fan on ao3 lmao) ik you'll do it justice :)

I'm blushing and kicking my feet every time y'all send things like this because what do you mean you actually like my writing and I'm not just posting into the void.

[danaevansashtray]

Mcnovans request! (Dana/Cassie are an established couple)

Dana and Cassie are laying talking in bed, when Emma (who apparently has a key) lets herself in and bustles upstairs all annoyed. Says she had a terrible date. What’s the wrong with men these days blah blah. Is walking around chattering about it as she takes her clothes off, grabs a tshirt etc, throws herself on the bed in between them, grumping—

We realize that Emma has been coming over habitually whenever she’s annoyed about dating or horny and is like “can you guys take care of me” and Cassie/Dana are amused but totally in for it. So they’ll just sex Emma up til she’s satisfied, the girl sleeps over, and then rolls out the next morning to get back to her own life and dating, (though they all know she’ll probably turn up again!)

18+ ONLY. AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

It was a Saturday night around 11pm, but she knew they would both still be awake, so she let herself in. Judging by the dim light coming from their very open bedroom door upstairs, Emma knew her assumption was correct. I mean, they wouldn't have given me a key if they didn't want me to let myself in, right? The young nurse stomped up the stairs, heels and purse left scattered by the front door. "Oh no, here comes our favourite little tornado," Cassie mused, head resting against Dana's chest. The charge nurse's back was rested against the headboard, book in her free hand which her readers perched low on her nose. "Probably coming to tell us about another failed date, so I hope you're not too tired after earlier, darlin'. You know how our girl gets when she's needy and frustrated with men." Our girl. It came out so naturally, like it was just right. As if on cue, Emma was standing in their doorway, hands on her hips. "He was so fucking boring." Dana and Cassie shared a look that definitely said "shock horror" without either of them opening their mouths. Cassie scooted over to make room between them, knowing exactly how this was going to go. The young nurse was stripping out of her clothes, completely oblivious to the hungry eyes watching her every movement with rapt attention. "It was a snooze fest, I don't even know why I bother with men." "Neither do we, darlin'," Dana husked out as Emma ransacked their drawers for clothes, settling for a pair of Cassie's boxers and one of her t-shirts that definitely well outdated the curly-haired brunette. Emma continued angrily muttering about not wanting to be alone and something about wanting to feel good, all while climbing into bed between them to nestle into the warm spot that was practically made just for her. Because it was. "You know," Cassie hummed, hand already trailing the soft material of her boxers of Emma's body, fingertips dancing along her hipbone. "You come to us after anyways to get your fix. Have you ever considered... cutting out the middle step and just coming to us when you've decided to be a needy little thing?" Dana's eyebrows rose, but she stayed silent. She was curious as to what Emma would have to say to such a direct proposition. "I just... I don't know, you two are married. This is just casual, I..." Emma could feel her chest heating up, becoming painfully aware of how they were both looking at her. "Is it casual, baby?" There was that drawl of Dana's, the one that turned the young nurse into putty in an instant. Her fingers were trailing along Emma's jawline, tapping gently against her lips just to be granted almost immediate access. She slipped two digits in, letting out a shaky breath when Emma began to suck on them. "I don't think there's anything casual about you droolin' on my fingers, sugar. Especially not when you do it to muffle the sounds my wife is fuckin' out of you." Cassie followed Dana's lead, hand slipping past the waistband of the underwear Emma had stolen. "It doesn't feel like you think it's casual." It was cruel, the way slender fingers were teasing her drenched pussy. Mainly because Emma knew she was embarrassingly wet.

Hell, she had been practically beaming when she realised her date was going poorly at the start of the evening. Fantasising about how Dana and Cassie would fix it. They always did make it so much better. If Emma was honest with herself...

There was nothing casual about the way they fucked her that night. To be continued.

Y'all please don't burn me at the stake, I was going to do a quick one-shot for Tumblr for this prompt and then I realised I could make a really good fic out of it, but here's the teaser!

[danaevansashtray]

I've been seen a lot about Camgirl x Pervert Mcvadi (which is wonderful), but can I raise... Camgirl x Pervert Novans.

(These are just little HCs/a base... should I write a full fic?) Recently divorced Dana trying to find a hobby so her entire life isn't just her work.

Seeing a pop-up on her laptop that she was going to click away except she's immediately entranced by Emma in angelic looking lingerie. Far too pure to be making money off of perverts online, but she was right there...

Making an account under the name 'bourbonandcigarettes' just to send her money. Anonymous tips even though she had an account, because she was still hiding behind her catholic guilt. Knowing what she's doing is wrong, but needing Emma to take just one more article of clothing off. It spirals into her paying for private shows. Then something called the 'girlfriend experience' just so she could see her phone light up with texts through her day.

She's never been very tech savvy, but that's okay because Emma helps her. Emma is perfect. At least that's how Dana feels when she's getting off to her after her long shifts. Which was all well and good, until new grad nurse Emma showed up in her ER.

[hunnytoastt]

Female autistic reader x Dana Evans would be So. Good.

Dana x Autistic Reader HCs

CW: SFW, fluff, autistic!reader, gn!reader, brief mention of an autistic meltdown, adult language, mention of alcohol

Author's Note: This is purely for entertainment purposes; the depictions of autism in this work are reflective of fictional and personal experiences and are not intended to represent the lives and experiences of all autistic individuals.

Dana absolutely loves posting autism-acceptance posts on Facebook. More than once, you've had to beg her not to share poorly cropped AI images even though she had no idea how you could tell they were AI in the first place.

"What do you mean you couldn't tell. Dana, the dog has a 5th leg."

"Okay so the dog has 5 legs, I just thought he was special. He's autistic like you!"

(She absolutely did not see the 5th leg because she was NOT wearing her glasses and is pretending she knew the whole time.)

Dana noticed you wearing a chew necklace one day and, since then, bought herself a ridiculous amount of chewlery. She normally keeps a magenta, crystal shaped chew necklace with her at work whenever she's craving a cigarette. If anyone asks her about it, she just grunts and claims that they "wouldn't get it" because they're not as cool as her.

Dana gets incredibly pissed off when people talk to her instead of you when they think being autistic equates to not being able to comprehend anything. Normally, the grimace on Dana's lips and her piercing glare are enough to change anyone's behavior. If they are especially obtuse, however, she will repeatedly direct their attention to you and even give them a lecture on microagressions.

Dana comes from a generation where autism wasn't openly discussed often. She acknowledges that she still has a lot to learn (and unlearn), so she's made an effort to buy a towering collection of books on the subject. Dana is always seeking out more information and usually asks Mel if she has any suggestions on more reading material she can buy.

Dana refuses to read any digital articles or books, though, claiming "that nonsense hurts my eyes. You kids need to read a real book every once in a while."

Although she avoids anything "techy" at all costs, one of Dana's daughters helped her set up smart lights just so she didn't have to turn on the overhead lamp when you were home.

When Dana uses her phone to dim the lights in front of you for the first time, she has a shit-eating-grin plastered on her face, saying "Baby, look! I'm like a fuckin' wizard!"

Dana has found that she enjoys dimming the lights almost as much as you do. You've both scheduled "low stim time" into your daily routine in which Dana pours herself a neat glass of whiskey and reads a book while you watch videos on your phone.

The first time that you had a meltdown in front of Dana, you were terrified that she would have a bad reaction. At first, she isn't quite sure what to do- she's worried that her stern voice will just make things worse but she knows that being affectionate might just overwhelm you even more. Ultimately, she ends up choosing to sit on the floor with you, a few feet away, close but far enough not to bother you. After several minutes, you find that stimming and Dana's calm presence is enough to ground you.

Dana is very physical all of the time, so its hard not to touch you when you're overstimulated. She often finds herself flexing her hands to resist patting you on the shoulder or knee. During the times she accidentally does touch you, she profusely apologies and makes sure you're still doing okay. You've taken it upon yourself to buy Dana a stuffed animal you've sprayed with your cologne/perfume/body spray so she has a "mini you" to hold when you aren't up for physical affection.

On a shopping trip with Dana, you couldn't help but get excited when stumbling across an object related to your special interest. Dana teases you at first but quickly notices how you shut down, fearing that she's actually annoyed by you. Dana immediately throws the item in the cart and asks if there anything else you'd like.

(Of course, you use the opportunity to buy an excess of unnecessary items that Dana happily pays for but forces you to carry out to the car.)

[danaevansashtray]

I love my supportive boomer wife. 🥺

[hunnytoastt]

Play Date (Cassie x Dana x Baran x puppy!reader) (Pt 1)

Pt. 1

Content: 18+, MDNI, smut, puppy!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader (no pronouns), shy!reader, D/S, dom!Cassie, dom!Dana, dom!Baran, sub!reader, implied age gap, mommy kink, puppy play, humiliation, degradation, teasing, CNC, free use, cock warming, strap

Translations:  وله سگ (toleh sag) - Puppy

WK: 2k

You were a good puppy. The best puppy...or at least that's what Cassie told you. 

Since moving in with the older woman, you had made it your job to keep her safe as any good guard dog would do. In return, Cassie would provide you with a never-ending supply of treats, head scritches, and all the toys you could ever desire. 

In reality, both you and Cassie knew that you could never really protect her. You were too weak, too pathetic, and dumb to do much beyond slobbering around her strap on a nightly basis. Your utter helplessness was endearing, and Cassie knew that she would never be able to make a true guard dog out of you. In fact, she’d never tell you this, but she preferred you under her control, anyway. Still, she was your master, and you had to at least try to scare any intruders away. This fact alone is why it was utterly impossible to hold back the growl that rose from the back of your throat when you heard an unexpected knock at your door.

Protect her. Protect Cassie. Protect your Cassie.

It was so easy to fall into this headspace with Cassie by your side. Before you had even started dating, Cassie provided comfort and guidance with practiced ease; every word was another brick added to the tall barriers that enveloped you from the outside world in her presence. To you, it felt like earnest love and protection, but to Cassie, it was a way to keep you all to herself. 

This dynamic continued to blossom over time. Sex felt less and less like a mutual act of affection and became a means of claiming ownership. By the time you had finally admitted that you were ready to explore some more “unique” forms of intimacy, Cassie had to pretend that she hadn’t regularly fallen asleep imagining you collared and begging at her feet. It was perfect.  She could finally encourage you to be her pretty, whimpering little puppy and even convince you that your pathetic little body could actually protect her from harm's way. 

Even now, months later, Cassie still hasn't completely shattered your concept of “shared protection.” At least not yet. For now, she’s allowed most days to play out like today, urging you to wear nothing but a thick collar around your throat, telling you that it would make her feel so much better if you just remained firmly planted on the floor beneath her so that she could run her nails across your scalp whenever she pleased. It was so easy. You had become adorably comfortable in the safety of her home. It was almost a shame that the time had come to put you in your place. 

Knock. Knock. 

Cassie laughed at the revival of your squeaky barks once the knocking returned. She leaned down to give a soft pat to your head before rising from her worn-in, leather recliner. 

"Hush, baby." Cassie cooed and planted a chaste kiss to your forehead. To your surprise, she seemed content, if not eager to open the door. You had expected her to remain seated until the incessant banging had stopped, or at least give you time to put on a proper set of clothing. 

Not even a hint of hesitancy had crossed Cassie's face at the idea of revealing your nude, submissive form to whoever stood on the other side, and, suddenly, you felt very, very shy. You were now all too aware of how vulnerable you really were.

As you attempted to stand, Cassie's firm hand nearly shoved you to the floor. You unintentionally let out a small whimper when your bare ass hit the hard ground beneath you.

"Sit." She commanded. Of course, you obeyed. 

"Mommy just wanted to have some friends over. You better be a good puppy for Mama, and maybe I'll even let you play with them."

With that, Cassie made her move to the door, and you were left there with the horrible feeling of fear twisting all that was contained within you. 

When the door opened, you couldn’t stop yourself from seeking safety behind Cassie’s chair. The smell of Cassie’s perfume mixed with the old leather created a false sense of security from the strangers that had been ushered into your home. This wasn’t necessarily an entirely new experience. You had met some of Cassie’s coworkers before, and, being the older and more dominant partner, she had always made it a habit of introducing you to others before you were able to even mutter a hello. Today was no different, however, you normally were not nude and huddled in a small ball like a scorned child.

"Come say hi to mommy's friends, baby. This is Dana." Cassie’s smile had softened her features and made it easier to suck the air in and out of your chest. 

Dana, the older blonde, had been the first to approach you. With long, confident strides and a subtle smirk, it was clear that she could command a room with her presence alone. If she had any apprehension about meeting you in this state, it didn't show.

Dana's unwavering confidence scared you. Her eyes seemed to hold you in your place, and, despite the urge to run, a gnawing curiosity lingered just under your chest bone when the older woman calmly knelt down to meet you. Hazel eyes locked onto yours as Dana took your chin in her hand, forcing your gaze upward to where she hovered just slightly above.

"Hi, baby." She purred. Her husky voice caused your stomach to knot in anticipation. "Such a shy little puppy, hm?"

Heat crawled up your face at the sudden attention. You wanted to squirm, to crawl away into some other dark corner, but Dana's hand refused to let go. Knowing that Cassie stood only a foot away, you feared that any disobedience toward the strange woman would result in punishment, causing your body to unwillingly go still rigid beneath her.

"Dana, don't torture the poor thing."

Behind Dana, a woman with wide brown eyes and dark curls lowered her hand to rest lightly atop your head. Her touch was warm and comforting, and, despite your unfamiliarity, you found yourself leaning into it.

"My name is Baran, توله‌سگ (toleh sag). It's so nice to finally meet you."

For several minutes, the women were happy to simply coo at you and scratch under your chin and behind your ears. You felt humiliated by how intensely they raked their eyes over your body, clearly pleased by what they would soon tear apart. Finally, to your relief, Cassie had urged her friends to sit on the soft, sage green couch that resided across the room and away from your safe little corner.

The relief of brief solitude was short-lived, giving your heart only several moments to quiet itself before jumping back into your throat once you had realized that Cassie’s gaze was still firmly locked onto you. Her next words caused your breath to catch in your windpipe. 

"You too, baby. No more hiding. Come here."

The shock you felt must have been poorly concealed as the older women all shared a chuckle. What were you supposed to do now? 

"But...I..." 

They had been the first words, real, human words to leave your mouth since the start of the day.  They felt alien and uncomfortable on your tongue, forcing you to chase the quiet submission you had grown accustomed to. Even if you truly wanted to argue, the pleas died in your throat when Cassie's eyes narrowed in a wordless threat.

Cautiously, you crawled toward your master on your hands and knees, fear and excitement pumping blood to your warm face. Once you were finally settled at the three women's feet, Cassie gently patted her thighs in invitation.

"Here, puppy. Come on, sit on mama's lap."

Before you could respond, Cassie's strong hands hooked under your arms and all but dragged you on top of her.  Your tensed muscles instantly relaxed at the feeling of Cassie's warm, plush thighs beneath you, a sensation you had grown to love almost as much as when they were wrapped around your head. 

As you leaned further into Cassie’s hold, you noticed the feeling of something stiff uncomfortably digging into your ass. Cassie groaned into your ear as she fidgeted with the strap she had hidden under her jeans. 

"Shh, baby. Let mommy make you feel good."

After a firm tug to her waistband, the rigid cock sprang free and was already teasing your exposed cunt. Of course she had planned for this. She was excited to show off how well she had trained you. You should have felt embarrassed. It was already humiliating to be used like this, but your stomach should have churned at the two pairs of eyes that were gleefully watching the interaction unfold. You had only just met the two women, and now, they had front row seats to see your girlfriend, your master, force you to ride her cock.

You should have felt embarrassed.

But as the firm tip pressed hard against your entrance, it was difficult to feel anything other than pure want.

Without any further orders, you adjusted yourself onto Cassie's thick, fleshy strap. Despite not being prepared, the light touches and murmurs of the older women alone had provided enough lubrication for your lips to greedily take in the length with little challenge. 

As you lifted your hips to begin bouncing up and down, Cassie's tight hold stilled your body, forcing you to remain still on her lap. Surely, you would get your reward after warming her cock for only a minute or two.

And so, you waited. Patiently, painfully, you waited. But Cassie's grip remained steadfast, veiny arms and hands holding so tightly that you could barely squirm.

You waited. Waited. And all they could do was talk.

At first, the women’s attention was solely focused on you, purring about what a good puppy you were and how well you were taking your mommy's strap. However, the topic soon changed, and for what felt like nearly an hour, they behaved as though the evening were like any other. Through the chatter about their personal lives, Cassie, Dana, and Baran mostly ignored you as though you truly were just a dumb lap dog.

Like the obedient pup you were, you stayed still on Cassie's thighs, only letting out soft whimpers when she twitched beneath as jokes led to loud, unabashed guffaws. Over time, though none of the women had bothered looking in your direction, their hands still found a way to your shaking frame, offering gentle caresses to your thighs and stomach that only worsened the ache in your core.

Baran was the first to take pity on you.

"I've never seen such a well-trained dog." she hummed, dark eyes moving up and down to take everything in as though she had only now noticed the whining mutt beside her. There was a dark desire in her expression that made you soaking cunt drip even further. 

Cassie shifted just slightly below you, making your vulva throb even harder. "It can definitely be hard to navigate," Cassie confided, “But I think by now I've made it pretty clear who’s the one in control."

Baran shifted closer toward you, leaning forward just close enough so that her lips barely grazed the skin of your ear.

"You just love being pet and fucked, don't you, little one?"

A heavy moan ripped through you at Baran's words. The shudder of your hips was so intense that even Cassie struggled to keep you still in her hold. You felt so overwhelmed that you had barely felt the quick, painless slap Cassie had given your inner thigh. 

"My little puppy is getting a little restless, huh? Is mommy's cock stretching you out?"

You wanted to beg, to scream and sob in your master's arms, but like the good puppy you were, you only nodded as prickly tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Okay, okay. You can have a break while mommy plays with her friends, but I better not hear you whine or you'll be crated all night." Cassie laughed and helped you off of her lap, steadying hands finding your hips as your knees buckled.

Cassie gently helped you to the ground, wet pussy bared as you were once more following her on all fours. Though you couldn’t be sure, you swore that you felt Dana’s eyes linger at your glistening folds for longer than anyone else’s had, 

When Cassie had led you to your cage, you couldn’t help but whine in disapproval as she opened the gate and nodded toward the entrance expectantly.

"I know, my poor baby. But it's only for a little bit. Mama needs to be a good host and serve her guests first, but I promise your time to play will come soon."

With that, the clang of the cage door rang in your ears as you were ushered inside, cheeks and thighs growing cold from the dampness of tears and cum clinging to your skin. All you could do now was quietly pout as your loving master tied your wrists above your head and encouraged you to watch the show.

To be continued.

A/N: I took a while to work on this one because I really wanted to give you guys a special treat. It was so fun to make the dividers for this fic and I will hopefully be making more in the future. Please let me know what you think and be sure to like, comment, and repost!

[danaevansashtray]

Me trying to be a functioning member of society when all I want to do is write filthy smut involving older women.

[danaevansashtray]

I can guarantee you Emma would buy Dana that desk plate.

[myrieon]

a dana sketch ill probably never finish

[danaevansashtray]

I think this is the hottest piece of Dana fanart I've ever seen.

[tall]

[danaevansashtray]

@latenightmusingsofanoldlady Me while not helping at all.

[hunnytoastt]

How about: dana evans, 4,3,1,5

Just Friends (Dana Evans x Reader)

CW: 18+, MDNI, smut, gn!reader, afab!reader (no pronouns), D/S dynamics, dom!Dana, sub!reader, age gap, power dynamic, mild predator/prey, marking, strap-on, public sex, guilty!reader AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

WC: 1k

"So are you and Dana...you know..."

Victoria waved her hands to indicate something. What it was, she didn't quite know, but it was definitely not nothing.

The little clues of your less-than-professional relationship with the charge nurse had been stacking up over the past month; you knew deep down that it would only be so long before that tower crashed down around you both.

"What? No." You let out a sharp, uncomfortable laugh. "She's old enough to be my..."

Pausing, you didn't even have to look across the room to feel Dana's red-hot glare as she read your lips from over her reading glasses.

"Friend. She's just a good friend." You finished quickly. Before Victoria could prod any further, you surged from your seat with a strained comment about needing to use the restroom urgently. Whatever Victoria had intended to say next died in her throat as she watched you rush toward the other end of the ED.

The bathroom air was frigid against your damp skin. Though you had made a valiant attempt to clear your head, the splash of water to your face had failed to do much of anything beyond making you uncomfortably cold.

What am I doing?

Dana was recently divorced. Far too recent, in fact, for it to be anything less than catastrophic for her to enter a relationship with her far younger subordinate.

It was wrong.

It had to be wrong.

But still, you couldn't help but feel the heat crawl down your chest and between your thighs when you remembered how Dana's fingers curled deep inside of you. Her hands worked in a way that spoke to the years of experience she had learning how to satisfy others before you were even born.

You were so fixated on the ghost of Dana's touch that you hadn't noticed the door opening behind you.

"Friend, huh?" Dana's voice was soft but teasing nonetheless. "That's not what you were callin' me last night. Actually, if I remember correctly..."

Your shoes squeaked on the linoleum beneath you as you whipped around.

"Jesus. You scared me."

"Actually…no. Of the many things you called me, I don't think "Jesus" was one of ‘em. "Friend" though...that one piqued my interest."

As Dana sauntered close, her hands quickly found their way to your hips. Though the touch was gentle, it only loudened your thundering heart.

"I'm sorry, but what was I supposed to say? You're technically my superior. What if Robby heard me? What then?"

Your arms folded protectively against your chest as the guilt bubbled in your stomach.  You didn't know what was worse, the fact that you had let this happen in the first place or that your lips were already beginning to tingle in the older woman's presence.

"What then?" Dana repeated, leaning in close. Her voice was raspy and hot against your ear. It was quickly becoming difficult to speak, the words catching in your throat as her lips grazed against your jaw. 

What then?

Dana’s mouth began to work down the length of your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin when you became all too aware of her bottom half gently rutting against you. You quickly stiffened in her embrace once you took notice of the hard bulge that was pressing against you.

"Dana, you didn't." 

You all but moaned as Dana's silicone cock pushed further into you. Throughout the day, the charge nurse had expertly hidden the thick, black strap-on beneath tight underwear and baggy scrub pants. Now, the shaft threatened to spring loose from its confines as Dana more fervently sucked at your neck.

It was almost like the older woman could smell the arousal you emitted, attuned to the way you had been aching for her cock all day. Dana had been waiting for this moment, doing everything in her power not to take you in front of the entire hospital staff. She had been tracking you down like prey and, finally, it was her moment to pounce.

Without a word, Dana used her hold on your hips to force your back against the cold, bare wall and roughly yank down your bottoms. Her lips clashed against yours with such fervor that you feared one of you would begin to bleed.

Dana's powerful hand slipped under the back of your knee, forcing your leg upward and allowing easy access to your fluttering core.

"Look at you, baby. So wet for me already, you must have been waitin' all day."

The hand that wasn't propping up your leg was digging under the hem of her pants, untucking the member that now wobbled freely up and down.

Dana didn't take the time to prep your hole before thrusting the length of her cock into you. You brought your fist to your mouth and bit down hard in a poor attempt to stifle your moan.

"D-Dana." You stammered. She was pumping into you hard now, every thrust of her hips causing an unbearable tension to grow in your stomach. Though you tried to move Dana's head lower with a tug at her hair, her teeth remained at the center of your throat. She knew the bruises would be deep and difficult to hide from the already suspicious eyes of your coworkers. She wanted them to be. 

Your legs were beginning to tremble under the force of Dana's thrusts, little whimpers and cries now impossible to suppress under the growing pressure.

"Please...I'm...I'm so close please..." you begged and squirmed beneath her.

"Aw, you want them to hear us, don't you doll?" Dana lifted her head to lock her eyes onto yours, but the movement of her hips never stopped. In fact, each thrust grew closer together, her pace quickening.

"No! No, I- please. Fuck." 

You didn't know what you wanted anymore. Both of you could be fired, or worse, lose your licenses entirely. What if security had found you? What if you were arrested for public indecency?

What if...what if...

Dana's voice cut through the growing wall of fear that had contained what was left of your restraint.

"Don't worry, baby." She breathed. "I want them to hear you. I want them to know you're mine."

A scream ripped through you as the tether broke. The fluorescent lights of the bathroom were like fireworks as your body went limp, the only thing keeping you from hitting the floor being Dana's strong arms.

She was never a friend, and now, she never could be. You would always belong to Dana. Everyone would know.

Nobody bothered asking what had happened in the bathroom that day. In fact, not a word had been said for the next several days that whimpers and muffled screams could be heard from behind the door. Even Victoria's questioning had stopped abruptly, though her eyes lingered at the darkening marks that lined your neck.

It didn't really matter anyway.

Victoria had placed her bets well. She was more than happy to show off her earnings from the weekly Pitt gamble to Dennis who, of course, had insisted that the two of you were "just friends."

Thank you for ordering from Honey's Diner! Come back soon!

A/N: And finally I am back to fulfilling some Honey's Diner orders. I hope you guys enjoyed this one, it was really fun to explore this dynamic. Thank you as always to those who left requests and I will be getting to them as soon as possible! 🍯

[danaevansashtray]

need me my annoying emma. i just love the idea of her purposely pissing off dana (she’s gen z, she knows rage baiting)

"What the hell did you just say, kid?" Emma had been tap dancing on Dana's last nerve all damn day. Which is exactly how they ended up in a supply closet, with the younger nurse backed against one of the less than sturdy shelves. "I said, it's alright that you can't keep up with the new tech they set up in the ER, grandma. That's what I'm here for." The grip that the charge nurse already had on Emma's hips tightened in that moment, risking bruising the soft skin beneath it. "I don't understand why you being called grandma bothers you so much, you're basically the same age as m—" "Emma Nolan, don't you dare finish that sentence." A smirk tugged at the corner of the brunette's lips, a glimmer of mischief noticeable in her normally soft expression. "Whatever you say, grandma." Emma didn't even get a chance to take a breath after her little snarky remark before Dana had her spun around with her chest pressed flush against her back, hand buried in soft curls. "Say it again." The quick shake of the younger nurse's head earned a sinister chuckle from the Dana. "No? Why not? You were so brave just before. I'm a l'il disappointed, sugar. Really. I was lookin' forward to gettin' to spank the attitude out of you, but if your behaviour has corrected itself, there's no n..." "Whatever." Her words were coupled with an eye roll that she knew Dana would be able to hear in her tone. "Just make up your mind already. You're definitely not getting any younger, grandma."

If Emma winced every time she sat at the nurse's station that shift... no she didn't.

[danaevansashtray]

Alright, I'm in the McEvans/Novans/McNovans mines today, so make sure to send requests my way while I'm working on the others!

[danaevansashtray]

Woah, there’s a lot of you little queer freak perverts in my phone liking my posts. 🤨