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Headcanons ❤︎
Bring Me To Life ❤︎
NSFW ABCs ❤︎
Stigmatized/One Last Time/Mess Is Mine ❤︎
Does Your Mother Know
Good Girl ❤︎
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Age Gap with Dana Evans
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Do Not Disturb ❤︎
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she calls me daddy ❤︎
NSFW ABCs ❤︎
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Dating Cassie McKay
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Strangers ❤︎
Virtually Bliss- TBA
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Morissa/Laticia (this is angst with a bit of happiness)
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that last clip and she’s checking you out. imagining your figure under your scrubs oh my
“so he didn’t even pay?”
“she.”
“ohhh.”
oh.
“yeah, it just wasn’t a very good date, but it could’ve been first date nerves. we might click if we go out again…”
blah blah blah i need to see her gorgeous body. her curves. her tummy. i need to put my hands on her ass and grip her tits. god, i need to fucking worship this woman. i—
“cassie? should i go on another date?”
“hm? oh, uh…”
“i think she should’ve paid for you or at the very least talked about splitting the bill. i mean that’s what i would do.”
“my opinion? don’t waste your time.”
“but what if i’m single for the rest of my life? maybe i should just give up. i’ve been single for a while, maybe i’m a lost cause.”
“what? don’t say that, sweetheart.”
“it’s true! i’m going to have to make peace with the fact that i could be alone. i mean… this may be tmi, but cassie, i haven’t even gotten laid in two years.”
“do you want to change that?”
“i uh…”
“oh, god i’m kidding!”
“ohhhh! ha!”
“unless you’re not.”
“you would want to go out with me? me?”
“why wouldn’t i?”
“and you’re saying you… you want to sleep with me?”
“that’s one way of putting it.”
“oh, o-okay, yeah.”
“yeah?”
“oh my god, stop laughing, cass!”
“sorry! so… do you want to go out after our shift’s over, pretty girl?”
➢ Dana,the watchful Alpha; making sure you're staying hydrated, fed, and happy while on shift. She fusses when you're getting close to your heat cycle, snapping when people make you even slightly uncomfortable.
➢ Cassie, the strong Alpha; posturing around other Alphas, though it's because she's proud to have you as her Omega. Defending you at every turn, even when you're being stubborn in your claim that you can handle things yourself.
➢ Dana is always so observant– her eyes sharp on you as you dress and undress each morning and evening, taking great care in making sure none of the marks that adorn your body aren't from them.
➢ Cassie, incredibly possessive– marking you carefully, teeth dug into your flesh where only she and Dana have the delicious knowledge of why you shiver just a little when you sit down.
➢ Dana is very vocal– even when she isn't buried deep in your pussy, her knot locking you together, she's always complimenting you. Always telling you how radiant you look, how pretty your new outfit looks on you, praising you for a good job at work. She never stops talking.
➢ Cassie was devoted from the start– even before you were bonded, she did everything for you. She took pride in making sure you were always taken care of, tag-teaming with Dana when you had opposite shifts with either of them
➢ Dana scent is so unique for an Alpha. You'd been so confused the first time you'd gotten a whif of it that you'd actually lost yourself mid-sentence. Dark chocolate, petrichor, and ocasionally burnt sugar. You love burying your nose against her scent glands, often spending far too much time sucking on them gently when you need that extra comfort.
➢ Cassie smells like an Alpha; dark, fresh coffee, leather and coconut. She loves to heavily scent you, marking you so that any Alpha within a 30 block radius knows your hers. You have no objections, of course, because who wouldn't want to be claimed by such a devoted and sexy Alpha.
➢ Dana is not patient when it comes to fucking you. She can smell when Cass has been teasing you all day and it drives her insane until you're presenting to her, begging her to fuck you already. And, oh, does she. Pounding her cock into you until you're sobbing into the mattress, slick drenching your thighs
➢ Cassie is still working on her jealousy issues, especially with Dana. They've gotten into verbal altercations when Cassie refuses to let go of you, even if you're asking for Dana. The longer you're together, the better it gets, but she still gets possessive sometimes. Dana is always the first to back down; not because she's weaker, but because she hates seeing you tear up over your Alphas fighting.
➢ Dana is very much the peacekeeper in your pack. She's used to handling unruly patients, so she can more than handle your mood swings during any part of your cycle. She's always one step ahead, making sure there's a solution before a problem even arises.
➢ Cassie is surprisingly gentle during sex. She can be rough, but she much prefers treating you like the princess you are. She can be a little mean with her words, pinning you down as she slowly grinds into you, cock pressing into the end of you, "my sweet omega. so wet for your alpha, huh? does that feel good, baby? practically drooling all over my cock, fuck yeah it feels good" with the biggest grin on her face, bangs sweat slicked to her forehead.
there may be more of these in the future...i'm a little feral thinking about them
trinity is not used to aftercare. with yolanda, it might be a glass of water and the opportunity to use the shower but after that, it’s backs turned and the expectation that she leaves quietly and discreetly.
she assumes that’s what baran would want too. after all, she’s an attending. she can’t be seen with a resident.
so, when trinity spends the night at baran’s and quietly sneaks out once she falls asleep, she assumes this is how they’re going to go. out of the frying pan, into the fire, or however the stupid saying goes.
she’s not massively mad about it.
baran doesn’t have neighbours that watch her through a crack in the door or a doorman to do the walk of shame past nor do her floorboards creak when she’s tiptoeing down the hallway. no, her place is much easier to sneak out of.
that being said, she lives a lot further away from trinity’s apartment than yolanda does and it’s too late for ubers to be a reasonable price so she toughs it out and walks it, crashing the minute she gets through the door.
it’s fine. it was worth the evening.
the real trouble is when she gets to work.
trinity assumes it’ll just be another standard we-pretend-we-are-colleagues-and-nothing-else act that she’s used to. a lingering glance here and there perhaps, maybe a nod layered with something behind their eyes, but nothing more. baran’s a private, professional person, even more so than yolanda.
which is why she’s surprised when baran walks into the er with red-rimmed eyes, frazzled hair and a worried look on her face that says she hasn’t slept all night.