I love that even though their size difference isn't that big when cassie hugs vic she engulfs her... like omg mckay control it that's your med student you disgusting pervert
Kathleen Hanna of the punk group Bikini Kill performs during the Rock for Choice concert at The Hollywood Palladium on April 30, 1993 in Los Angeles, California.
need the version of garsanshimi/garsantos/barantos where it’s garcia and baran both having a situationship with trinity and having no idea about the other.
garcia blowing off extra surgery steam in a dark supply closet with trinity, railing her from behind with her strap, panting and biting against the back of her neck. you’re so being so good for me baby, yeah. this is what you’re made for. giving me what I need. just like that, fuck…
trinity with a hand on the back of her neck, pressed up against the wall, mewling like a damn kitten under the grip, trying to find anything she can to hold onto. please, baby, please. too much, too big…ah…
garcia only smirking and going harder. you can take it, you can take it until I’m done…
baran that worships more than she fucks, loves nothing more than to get on her knees and bury her face between trinity’s thighs, make her come over and over, but she also lets trinity pin her up against a bathroom stall and take her how she wants, no matter how desperate or rough.
oh baby, you’re making mommy feel so good, just like that, doing so well f’me, f’mama…
trinity doesn’t mean to pit them against each other, don’t mean to be lying to both of them it’s just…she likes the range they give her. yolanda, who fucks her until she’s sobbing and begging. baran, who kisses and soothes and cradles her until she’s boneless and happy.
neither of them can do what the other does, not in the way she wants them to.
keeping them apart is easy. they work on different floors, neither likes to do pda at work, they don’t even cross paths.
it’s at home when the slip-up finally comes.
baran practically invites herself over, kissing at trinity’s neck before she’s barely even got over the threshold.
she’s desperate, hands all over trinity, mommy needs this baby, needs you, please, pulling at her hair, her clothes, her-
she stops.
draws back.
takes in the bruises up and down trinity’s ribs, the marks littering her boobs, the distinct bite mark on her collarbone.
Begging for a McKay v Dr Shamsi confrontation where McKay, who has spent all day seeing children lose their mothers, dresses her the fuck down for making Javadi feel like she's nothing. McKay being the person to finally stand up for Javadi and reaffirm her excellence and effort.
Victorias car breaking down so cassie offers to come over and fix it victoria sitting on her building steps, practically drooling at cassie covered in oil in a tank top fixing up her car.
Victoria asks to try cassies cigarette later, and cassie pulls her close, takes an inhale, and blows the smoke into victorias mouth, lips ghosting over each other before she pulls away with a smirk, asking if she liked it.
Cassie kissing victoria against the car, getting her pretty clothes covered in grease, but Tori doesn’t care, pulling cassies dirty hands to grope her chest and ass
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