#garvadi

a plaything for them, being the birthday gift on her own birthday. all kinds of coos and praises and degradation being aimed at her, making her even fuzzier, til the words mostly fade and all she can hear is crooning voices. a doing good f'me, baby, so good... from cassie, a jesus, what an eager slut, from garcia, a such a soft, lovely girl, from baran. trinity doesn't bother to say a word where she's buried in victoria's cunt, moaning against her clit.

every inch of victoria feels like a molten mess of syrupy heat, heartbeat throbbing between her legs, tits all sensitive, mouth kiss-swollen and spit-slick. her usual anxious, overthinking mind is completely gone, fuckdrunk, hazy. a strap is eased into her cunt at some point— cassie, she thinks, while... garcia? eases one into her mouth. filled at both ends, drooly and stupid, cunt clenching around silicone while she gags on garcia's strap.

straps are replaced by tongues again, while poor, whiny victoria can only take it. baran is between her legs, licking languid, fat stripes against her used-up hole and puffy clit, making her thighs tremor. trinity is kissing her like a lovesick puppy, sucking on her tongue and her mouth, nipping at her. it's wet and filthy and so so so so good.

they take care of her after, her drowsy, spent, sore, pliant body. she feels shaky and blissed out, achy in the best way, a little delirious. cassie and baran are cooing something sweet at her, she can't make it out. she thinks they're calling her good, calling her sweet. so many hands are petting over her she's not sure who is who. her stomach, thighs, hips. cassie cradles her face, trinity pets her hair back, those she can see. she mumbles out a slurred s'good.... and trinity laughs.

thinking about yolanda doing so with a patronizing croon. so easy for me, ‘vadi. does mommy know you’ll beg anyone to fuck you? victoria paws at her to stop, to please shut her mouth, and yolanda does with a pleased giggle because she’s teased enough, anyway—look, there are those tears she’s been coveting.

thinking about… yolanda letting cassie know that she’s the one victoria comes home with.

“you should see her when she cries,” yolanda says over the pretext of reviewing the x-rays that cassie’s holding onto right now. the patient’s been wheeled to surgery and yolanda knows that she’s overstaying her welcome, but she’s seen the way cassie hovered around her prize. a little too late, don’t you think?

cassie, for her part, doesn’t react obviously but yolanda sees the tensing of her shoulders, the way her breaths leave her, rattling in the chest, and knows she’s got her, hook, line, and sinker. yolanda hums like she’s just talking about the weather. “she’s a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.”

at that, she pulls back and turns to leave, not before catching a glimpse of cassie’s furrowed eyes tracking her from the glass door. yolanda bites at a smirk and walks out of there with a sense of victory.

victoria, cassie, and yolanda are on a case together, and some dude tries to flirt with vic (like that guy in season two who held the door for her)

cassie trying to hide the fact that she's bothered by it vs. garcia unabashedly cutting the guy off

victoria practically swooning about it to cassie later in not so many words, trying to egg her on, to push her over the edge (not that cassie realizes what victoria's doing). cassie clenching her jaw, about to break her teeth because not only is she horny out of her mind about her twenty-year-old med student who keeps practically throwing herself in cassie's lap as the last threads of her restraint threaten to snap, now she's also got to deal with the aforementioned med student twirling her hair around her fingers talking about someone else. about how yolanda is 'sooo nice' and takes 'such good care of her' and it's killing cassie inside because yolanda wouldn't be able to care for victoria like she would, wouldn't be as nice as cassie would, because she should be the one caring for victoria (mind you, victoria is doing all this to rile up cassie) (it's working)

ON THE OTHER HAND, anytime yolanda's on a case with victoria, victoria's always mentioning how 'cassie taught me how to do this suture' or 'cassie would LOVE to hear about this case' always cassie cassie cassie cassie. and every single time victoria mentions her, yolanda's muscles tense and her jaw tightens. once, victoria describes how she's pretty sure cassie's the strongest woman in the department, how cassie would probably be able to lift her or something, and victoria swears she hears yolanda growl (because yolanda is nothing if not competitive, ambitious, possessive, and eager to prove doubting minds wrong). yolanda thinks she's being subtle about her frustrations (she's not) and thinks victoria is doing it on accident (she's not)

victoria creating her own effiel tower #LET THE HOT OLDER WOMEN FIGHT OVER VICTORIA

anyways!

july 13 - day 1: busy night - mowalsh

july 14 - day 2: lunch break - sashimi

july 15 - day 3: anniversary - santellis

july 16 - day 4: snowed in - walshtos

july 17 - day 5: fireworks - garsantos

july 18 - day 6: aquarium - mowalsh

“I’m not Trinity,” Victoria snaps.

Garcia’s expression turns sharp, just like when she’s pissed off in a trauma room.

“I know you’re not.”

“Then stop treating me like I am.”

“In what possible way am I treating you like that?”

Victoria almost snorts. Yolanda can’t even say her name.