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18+MDNI//#1Puppy!McKay stan//writer&artist ———Stalker Cassie McKay enthusiast———

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Idc if I sound like a hater or even weird. if cassie gets a male love interest instead of a woman ill delete everything ive made and force myself to forget the show.

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For those who dont know or took this very seriously, this was a jest. Cassie is an amazing character who's value dosent depend on who she is in a relationship with. I will resonate with her regardless. She is a complicated, emotionally intelligent character who I absolutely adore.

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im sorry i know this is kind of silly but is there any specific reason behind stalker cassie smoking marlboro golds specifically or is it just like for the vibe?

Omg, I love this. Thank you sm for asking. There actually are two reasons. One being it's stereotypical for divorced women with kids to usually smoke them. And two is that in the smoking community they're said to be a healthier cigarette (at least they were when I was growing up; I'm not sure how well this holds up now), which I feel like Cassie would be more drawn to, even as a doctor that knows better.

I also just like writing people smoking :D

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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!

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This is such a damn treat omg

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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.

“where the hell did you go?”

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I need more of this so badly.

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WHERES THE REST JSBSKKQ😭😭🫩

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I broke and re downloaded tiktok for mcvadi edits :D

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And what if I said that cassies back story is in progress......

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would you guys be open to me creating a more detailed back story for Reader in the mckay stalker au?

yes

no

Voting ended onMay 20

Anything specific you want to see?(comment) I can always make another poll.

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omg omg omg im a huge fan of your stalker mckay au and i was wondering if anything inspired it or if its just like purly from your mind?

Mmm while I did want to just try and write a darker fic where i could get more psychological, it was also inspired by my highschool stalker...😅

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Puppy Mckayyyyy

Walking her around the apartment with a leash

More Puppy!Cassie McKay HCs

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

You learned fairly quickly that Cassie is a very excitable pup. Though she's able to maintain her cool demeanor in the ED, something within her shifts completely the moment you two are alone together.

Cassie can't help but beg for your attention. In fact, she absolutely demands it from you. The impatient mutt had discovered that if you weren't doing something quickly enough, using her teeth was a sure way to get the response she desired.

Cassie's time spent gnawing on your nerves was short lived, however, as you swiftly made the decision to purchase a heavy collar and chain.

The weight of the chain does little to calm the eager pup, though it does provide a little distance when she starts baring her sharp teeth at the lack of your touch.

More often than not, you find yourself having to tug at the chain so that the tightness of her collar chokes Cassie back before she can pounce on your leg. Deep growls struggle to escape her mouth as she strains against the tight leather.

Its become so routine now that even when she's being a good little puppy, you can't help but yank her around the house. You love making her pathetically crawl after you on her hands and knees even after she's worked a hard shift.

"Come on, baby. Be a good girl for just a little longer, okay? I'll give you a treat if you can be patient while I finish up some chores."

Cassie can't help but whine and paw at your crotch as you clean up around the house, chain swinging as she tries to hump your shoe without you noticing.

You know shes being a bad girl, but you just can't help but find it adorable how needy the doctor gets when you aren't giving her constant attention.

Without a word, you lift your toes ever so slightly to add more friction to Cassie's soaking cunt. The movement draws a low groan from your pathetic pup and before you know it, a puddle of slobber has soaked through your pant leg as she unconsciously gnaws on the fabric.

You'll have to punish her later, of course, but for now, you're more than happy to spoil your sweet puppy. You raise your shoe just a little higher and grin at the howl that rips through Cassie's throat.

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A/N: This might be mid but I needed to post something so enjoy some subpar puppy McKay.

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Whoever requested this is amazing

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victoria was laid on her bed, stomach down as she kicked her legs absentmindedly as she scrolled on her phone. it was her day off and she was choosing to do nothing but lay in bed all day, save for a quick drive to get some overpriced and overly sweet coffee. 

she’s been switching from app to app before finally landing on instagram, liking posts from her friends and watching a few reels of her favorite influencers. it was getting boring, soon all the posts she saw were repeats or ones from weeks ago. just as she was about to swipe out of the app, she saw someone come up on her mutual friends lists. 

she was gorgeous, some blonde lady with a few thousand followers and a few hundred posts, some of them were even sponsored. but what really caught her attention was the mutual followers that popped up under her bio. 

it was a couple of people she had randomly followed after seeing their posts on the explore page, no one really important. and then, in bright, bold fucking letters was the account she frequented the following tab of often. 

c.mckay84

oh, okay, victoria thought, so we’re just following anyone who shows some cleavage once and a while, huh? 

the annoyance in her belly grew quickly and before she would think twice about it (which, even if she did, she’s still be doing this because what the fuck) she screenshotted the profile and opened her messages. she clicked on the pinned thread and opened up the messages of selfish asshole. she was mad one day and changed her contact name, so what? 

she promptly sent the screenshot of the account along with the message who is this and why are you following her. 

she stared at the messages and waited for a response. a few minutes went by and she stayed on delivered, the read notification not coming through after she had secretly turned it on when cassie had fallen asleep during their last meetup. 

victoria rolled her eyes and went back to the instagram, scrolling through the woman’s page and noting every post she saw with the liked by c.mckay84 under it. an hour had passed by with no response and she clicked back into her messages. 

read at 2:52 pm. thirty fucking minutes ago. 

victoria let out a groan, furiously typing up another message. 

okay so are you ignoring me now or what

are you banging her too???  

she tossed her phone off to the side with a huff and shoved her face into her comforter. she rolled over to her back, staring up at the ceiling in frustration. keeping track of cassie was exhausting but victoria would be damned if she was gonna let anyone else do it. 

victoria decided to move over to her laptop to distract her, logging into the sims to kill some time. soon enough, an hour and a half had passed and she was so engrossed in her new build she hardly even noticed her phone buzzing.

she snatched it off her nightstand and immediately unlocked it to view her messages. 

selfish asshole

Jesus christ I’m at work Victoria 

victoria 

well i asked you a fucking question and I find it hard to believe you haven’t looked at your phone a single time

selfish asshole

I find it hard to believe you don’t understand how busy I can get considering we work in the same fucking department

victoria 

well you’re answering just fine now 

so what it is, are you fucking her or something 

cassie read her message and proceeded to leave her on read for ten more minutes and victoria had half a mind to drive herself to ptmc and pull her out of the emergency room herself. cassie saved her own ass by finally responding. 

selfish asshole

No, Victoria, I’m not banging some random fucking instagram model

Even if I was it wouldn’t matter because YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND 

victoria nearly chucked her phone across the room at that message. cassie just loved to remind her that everytime she tried to keep her in check as if she didn’t tear her ass apart when she was flirting with mateo at the bar one night. she clenched her jaw so hard she heard it crack before hopping out of bed to pace her room angrily. 

maybe since cassie was so insistent on reminding them they were actually together, victoria can give her a reminder on why cassie still has yet to find an actually girlfriend. 

she dug around in her underwear drawer, pulling out her favorite lace set. a push up bra and the littlest thong she’s seen, both just a size too small. 

she quickly undressed, tearing off her oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants and replacing her undergarments with the ones she just grabbed out. victoria walked over to her floor length mirror with her back turned to it before squatting down to sit on her knees. she twisted her back to hold her phone out to the mirror, arching her back a bit to plump the shape of her ass up. 

snapping the picture, she brought her phone back around and hovered it slightly above her using her arms to push her tits together, the swell of her breast slightly spilling above the the bright pink fabric. 

victoria looked over the pictures with a hum of approval before clambering back into her bed to snap one last full body shot, her arm snaking down her stomach and her hand toying with the waistband of her thong. 

she swiped through all the pictures before sending them, deciding they definitely needed to be sent to trinity later. 

victoria 

i know im not u seriously love to remind me 

but let me remind you why we’re still doing this 

[3 images] 

maybe watch your tone with me next time ? ;* 

she held her phone in her hand, waiting for her response. the delivered  turned to read: 5:42 pm, and she watched the bubble appear and disappear about four times before a message came through 

selfish asshole

You are actually fucking ridiculous, you know that? 

victoria grinned as she hearted the message as her response. a few minutes later, her phone buzzed again. 

selfish asshole 

You’re so lucky no one was around me when i opened my phone 

I genuinely can’t stand you.

she added another heart reaction to that one. 

selfish asshole 

i’ll be over after my shift and you better still fucking be wearing that when i get there 

grinning in victory, she hovered her fingers over her keyboard trying to craft the perfect response.

victoria 

k. 

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A win for toxic McVadi

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The view one floor down update!!

Hi guys! So badish news, the view one floor down is going on hiatus. I have to pick up extra shifts at work and I do have plans at the end of this month. Good news is I want to post snippets of in-between the chapters into readers and cassies lives (not sure how long they will be or when). I would also love to answer any questions you have about the fic!!! So send any asks you have, no question is silly!(i love talking about it. its such a passion project :P)

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y’all only like night shift because their flaws have been exclusively implied in very missable throw away lines (and towards people y’all don’t sympathize with anyway).

ellis told trinity nobody gave a shit how tired, traumatized, or exhausted she was when trinity was on the fourteenth hour of her twelve hour shift. a season of that, to more universally sympathetic characters, will NOT be palatable to a lot of gen z. ellis doesn’t care if junior residents are overworked, she doesn’t coddle or encourage. she is a tough love, ‘put me in coach,’ rub some dirt on it kind of person, and the gen z viewership will become overly critical of her life philosophy that demands a lot of grit.

shen is insensitive and detached. robby was wondering where his step son was, there was a mass casualty rolling in, and shen was relaxed enough to sip on his dunkin. he was bothering robby about if he could get thanksgiving and christmas off that year. shen’s blasé attitude will start to grate on people as he extends that lack of fucks given to more patients and coworkers than just robby.

jack is not the woke guy everyone projects him to be. i believe they kept him far away from the ICE episode because the writers had no truly satisfying answer to how jack’s character would act in that situation. this man participated in imperialism for free college and healthcare (or for valor which is even worse). he continues to listen to police scanners and joins SWAT. he is on the side of the establishment as it relates to exerting force. he may have unpacked some conservative values, but there will be nuance there that will make black and white thinkers very uncomfortable.

the night shift doctors characterization is much less developed, but the seeds of complexity are there. ellis hates whining, shen is largely emotionally removed from any patient outcomes, jack is a mess of contradictions. people just can’t pick up on that because they watch the show while scrolling through their phone.

you. don’t. want. night. shift. you want to know less about the characters so you can continue to project your values onto them.

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Is it bad that i wanted David the teen to be the shooter in season 1? The fact that he had a kill list of girls and got away with it and robby hesitated to call the police is insane and he even gave shit about it to mckay after it was confirmed the teen was not the shooter. Like mckay was so valid for freaking out about it. I am on mckay's side 100% even if he wasnt the shooter

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Oh I was completely on mckays side. I think it definitely shows robbys bias, like, having a kill list isn't normal and is horrific. But he ignored that fact just because he was afraid he would ruin a boy's life. Disregarding the girls who could've COMPLETELY lost theirs. I thought it was an interesting choice not to make him the shooter but yadayada robbys the main character yapyap

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The view one floor down

Cassie McKay x fem!reader

Pt 1—Pt2—Pt3—Pt4

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+, age gap, (Cassie 43, reader early 20s) stalking, angst, puppy play-kinda, smut, crude language, and dubious consent.

A/N: sorry, this is a shorter chapter, I'm currently deciding where to take the story from here, but I will keep you all updated and may post some on the side snippets of Cassies POV or just moments from in between chapters!

p.s. I LOVE black coffee lol.

p.p.s edits will probably be made tomorrow, its late for me rn...im really tired T T

Chapter 4: Rabbit in the snare

A snare trap. A lightweight, inexpensive cable device used for capturing wild animals by the neck or body, commonly for pest control or survival situations. Cassie defines it as her love. 

The love she's actively watching you become trapped in. A wire snapping over your neck. The stinging as it tears into your soft flesh. Beads of blood dripping down, her tongue sliding up your neck to clean you. She won't remove it. Only sliding a finger under the thread to relieve your pain but only for a moment before letting it smack your raw torn skin once more. Your face pressed to the dirt, wet and tired. Knees are bruising on the branches and rocks. So vulnerable. So exposed to her. No, don't cry. You love her, don't you? Stay there. Be good for her. For once, make someone happy. Make her happy. You're a good girl; endure it. You want it, you love it. You need it. 

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"Okay, be honest, are you dating that brunette?” You look up from your notepad, bewildered. It’s 10:21pm; you should've gotten off of your shift twenty minutes ago but sadly had to fix some problem with one of your tables. 

"Cassie? you laugh nervously, which made your coworker, Veronica, raise an eyebrow. “No–no, she's just helping me out till my new tires come in.” You try to explain, but she crosses her arms, seemingly unconvinced. 

"It's been two weeks,” she started. "You get out of here so fast I haven't been able to say hi.” It's true, you had been getting rides from Cassie either in the morning or at night. She would get you a ride for whenever she couldn't do it herself. You had begged her to let you pay for it yourself, but she always laughed you off. 

    It was endearing; you enjoyed the time in the car with her. While she made you feel safer, knowing she was just a call away. She also left a lingering sense of fear that you've become accustomed to ignoring. 

"Come on," you sigh, grabbing your bag and jacket. “You can say hi, but I don't want to hold her up.” Veronica grins, having finally won. You wait a moment, letting her gather her belongings before the two of you head outside. It's late and dark. The air is cool and refreshing. You walk towards the spot Cassie's Subaru is parked, her usual spot. This became a routine so quickly, your lives intertwining in a way that would be so difficult to unravel. You’re not sure you could; that terrifies you. 

The thought of no longer having your late-night talks on the fire escape, Cassie coming to your apartment for dinner when she didn't have Harrison. The nightcaps: a glass of wine for you and a scarily hot tea for Cassie.

That tea, it was a few days ago you learned it was her favorite. Before, Cassie would just sip a piping hot decaf coffee. 

"I still can't believe you like black coffee.” You sit down, taking a sip of your wine from your glass.

"I like the taste,” Cassie shrugs with a smile. “But I also like tea, don't you?” 

"I do, all sorts. Green, chamomile, and herbal mostly." You shift on your couch, leaning back into it. A trashy romcom playing on the TV. Since the first night Cassie came over, these kinds of movies became your go-to. Laughing and criticizing every cheesy line and action. "What's your favorite?”

Cassie leans closer, her shoulder bumping yours. “Orange and cinnamon spice." You lean towards her, your shoulders warming each other. “I’ll grab some next time I'm at the shop." It was a simple gesture that carried an immense amount of weight. You weren't that blind. You saw the glances she threw your way, and you know she saw yours. Each brief touch, every late-night laugh. The night had become a time that belonged to only the two of you. No friends, family, or even work. 

You reach the passenger side, hearing the click of the door unlocking. You open it, leaning down to see Cassie; her hair is falling out of her loose braid, and her scrubs are disheveled. Fuck. You knew she felt sluggish, exhausted even. But seeing her this way always made your heart jump. 

"Hey Cassie, my coworker wanted to meet you.” You set your belongings on the floorboard, which is now clean. 

"Ah, alright.” Cassie unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the door. You straighten your posture, Victoria following you behind the car where you meet Cassie. She towers over your coworker, giving a polite smile. “I'm Cassie, her neighbor," she says simply, obviously very tired. 

"Nice to finally meet you. Miss Quiet over here has been avoiding telling me anything about you besides you being her neighbor.” You had been avoiding telling her anything, afraid if you said too much, you would spill everything. How you're terrified but crave her in an inhumane way, how every time she hugs you goodbye, you smell her and do everything you can to remember how your hands on her back feel. “Are you a nurse?” she asks, noticing Cassie's scrubs. You couldn't help but cringe from Veronica's question; it was innocent enough but felt just wrong. 

She shakes her head. “I'm an ED doctor," tugging at her name tag, which did grab your coworker's attention. You felt some pride from hearing Cassie say she was a doctor. Granted, you didn't help with her becoming one, but you were still allowed to feel proud of her. 

"I'm Veronica, kind of like her work wife.” She laughs at her own comment, her elbow nudging your arm. You shake your head and let out a scoff. 

When you look up to Cassie, your half smile falls completely. No smile, no sarcastic comment. Her jaw is clenched tightly, her eyes squinting. A moment passes before you decide it’s becoming awkward. "Well, Veronica, Cassie and I should get going; it's late.” 

The two of you say your goodbyes. The air has completely shifted as you and Cassie become situated in the car, the heaviness crushing you both. You want to speak, but she beats you to it. “Work wife, huh?” she sounds unamused, looking over her shoulder before pulling out of the parking space. Veronica was already in her car. A shame

   "She was joking," you say too quickly, but you really don't want Cassie thinking anything is going on between the two of you. Actually, it's the last thing in the world you would want her to think. Especially after everything you've done together—which might not seem like a lot to other people, but to you it’s been the highlight of your year. Cassie nods, her eyes practically glaring at the road. “We barely even talk at work—she mostly just tries to pry at my personal life when she does talk to me.”

You bite your tongue, realizing you aren't helping the situation at all as Cassie's grip on the wheel tightens, knuckles turning white. The only sense of normalcy during the drive is the radio, with random rock songs playing the whole way home, the station Cassie always has on. 

You stare out the window, watching cars and street lights pass you by. You want to say something, maybe a joke to lighten the mood. But honestly, you're terrified to do so. You're only asking yourself why Cassie was acting so tense, so scary. It was a joke; you’ve made worse ones where she's fully cackled, hunched over, grabbing her stomach. 

You look down to your hands, picking at them slightly before forcing yourself to stop. You haven't seen Cassie react this way before. And why towards you? It's not like you were the one to say it; she did.

Your nose scrunches; now you're irritated. She was being childish, making a big deal out of nothing. "What's your deal?” you ask, with more bite than you intended. She quickly looks at you with a somewhat shocked expression before focusing on the road again. 

"Excuse me?” Oh, hell with this fake polite bullshit. Always so high and mighty, yeah, maybe that's something you liked about Cassie, but not right now. Not when you're being put in the doghouse for something you didn't even say. Fucking Veronica, it's the last time you ever give in to one of her nagging requests. 

"You heard me, what's your deal?" you huff, leaning slightly forwards to see her face more clearly. “Veronica makes a stupid joke and now you’re acting like she stole your stuffed animal.” Your voice is strained; you feel dramatic—but Cassie was being dramatic. “So say something, dammit." You grit your teeth.

Cassie pulls into the complex parking lot. Slowing down to park. The confidence you had before is completely obliterated the minute she turns off the car and looks at you. She says your name quietly in her rough voice that makes you melt. “What is this to you?” 

"What are you talking about?” Your voice shakes slightly, confusion flooding you. She sighs, opening her car door. You quickly follow her, shutting the door harder than intended. 

"Me and you," she says, simply walking towards you. She closes in, her chest starting to press against you. Your blood is rushing through your ears, head pounding. “What are we to you?” she whispers in your ear. 

"I–I don't know…” You want to say more; you want to say how you feel closer than friends but how the two of you feel too far apart for anything else. She huffs out a breath and laughs. You feel her hands run up your arms to your warm neck. 

"Let's go home." Her lips graze against your ear; you want to give in to her. But you also want to run away. ‘Let's go home.' Your heart is pounding, desperately trying to break free from its calcium cage. “Let me make it so violently clear for you.” You only let out a shaky breath as she grips your shoulder and leads you into the complex. The two of you are half running to 107. You ignore it. The cries in your head telling you to become free from her grip. 

The moment you shut your apartment door, she slams you against it. Her long fingers digging into your neck. "You're so pretty," she whispers before her lips slam into yours. A hunger-filled kiss, the desperation filling you as her tongue slides against yours. Your eyes roll, her grip on your neck tightening, one hand above and one below your small Adam's apple. Her fingertips dig into the sides of your neck; you can almost feel her fingerprints branding into you. The moment she pulls away, you focus on her face. Her messy bangs, her lustful eyes, that wicked grin. 

    She practically drags you to your own bedroom. You catch a glimpse of the photos you have on your hallway wall; you can almost sense the judgment from your family. She cuts on the lamps by your door. “Take it off." She starts to pull off her shirt. You comply. Taking off your pants and then shirt, backing up until you hit your bed. Shame fills you as you see the mess on the floor. Empty bottles of wine and liquor. Disgusting. You are disgusting and so inconsiderate of Cassie; that will have to change now, won't it? 

So easily letting a woman much older than you defile you. How long have you known her? Two months? You barely knew her, only knowing the simplicities of her life. Her sobriety, her son—you've only met him once at the corner store; even that was brief. Well, you also know her apparent likeness for you.

She likes you. She wants you naked. She is in your bedroom after not knowing all too much about you. your dirty secrets, mistakes of your past. Not even why you're so far from your family. Well, she does know, unknowingly. She doesn't know you. right?

You look at Cassie, who's only left in a simple black bra and grey underwear. Your breath gets caught in your throat. She's almost exactly what you imagined. Full chest and thighs. Bush peeking from her underwear, a thick happy trail. 

You scramble to pull down your underwear. Exposing yourself fully to the fox in front of you. You watch as she walks to you, kneeling in front of you, her tired eyes now seeming a lot more energetic. 

"You want this, don't you? You nod frantically. She only frowns. “Say it," she practically growls, which pulls a whine from your throat. 

"Cassie—please, I want you so bad.” You spread your legs wider, lifting your hips towards her mouth. Serving your cunt to her, she dips her tongue into it. Gasping from the coldness, you grab her hair. “Fuck–Cassie!” Her hands find your hips, gripping them till she can feel your bone. She makes you feel so small. So damned defenseless. She uses the flat of her tongue to lick from your perineum to your clit, lapping at you until you can feel your stomach tighten and your legs starting to shake. 

It's not long until your cum is dripping out of you and into her mouth. “Cassie I fini—" You're cut off by a nip to your clit, which makes you yelp. 

"Not done," she growls into you, making you whimper from the vibrations on your sensitive clit. A piece of you breaks and reforms as she laps your wetness off from you. Your thighs press around her head, and you receive a moan from her, the gratification making your back arch. Your legs cross behind her head, pulling her deeper into you. You cry out, reaching your second—no, third—orgasm. 

Untangling your legs, you whine. Using your hand that's tangled in her hair to tug her away, "St–stop." Your whimper is pitched, desperate. You pull yourself farther up the bed, staring at the wet spot you've left on your sheets. 

"Fine." Cassie stands, unclipping her bra and sliding her underwear off. “Be good; bend over, sweetheart. You quickly flip yourself over, exposing yourself to her. Your elbows and knees sinking into your mattress and sheets, you'll definitely have to change later. "Fuck, you're beautiful.” Cassie mumbles as she presses her cunt against your ass. The heat radiating off of her makes you squirm. She pressed a hand to the small of your back. “Be still.” Her fingers sliding against your dripping cunt—what a tease. 

"Cassie–in me–please," you manage to croak out. Already feeling exhausted from her insatiable appetite. She thrusts one or two fingers in you, curling them down. Each thrust slamming into your g-spot. 

Your arms give out, and you collapse into your pillow, with only the left side of your face exposed. You can feel sweat running down your face and back. So dirty, so tired.

That is until you feel a hard yank on your scalp. “Get up.” Cassie snarls, pulling you up to where your back presses against her full chest. You whine as Cassie's grip on your hair is not lightening as she moves her hand from behind you, sliding it down your stomach to your pulsing clit. 

"Fuck–Cassie, it hurts.” You lean your head back to her shoulder, trying to close the gap. "Please—I'm being good.”

   "Aw, does it, love?” she coos, pity and sarcasm leaking from her fake concern. You know this but nod your head stupidly. You feel Cassie's hand leave your head as she makes circles over your clit with her pointer and middle finger. “How about this, Hm?” she asks as you feel her arm wrap under your jaw, around your neck. tight like a wire. Her bicep flexes against your cheek. You move your hands to her arm, not pulling her away but gripping her tightly, your nails burrowing into it. 

"Fuck–" you gasp. Your eyes glaze over; between the lack of oxygen and her thrusting her fingers into your soppy cunt so roughly, how could they not? 

"Please—please—so good," you mumble quietly to her, your brain practically melting. She peppers kisses against your head, her arm tightening around you each time she leans in. Your knees began to shake; Cassie is the only thing between you and collapsing completely. 

"You're so good for me.” Cassie whispers, "You're such a good puppy.” You choke. What—what did she say? What did Cassie just say? You use your right hand to grab her wrist, trying to pull her fingers off you. Your left hand is tugging at her arm. Fuck—she's so strong. “Hold on, baby, I know you’re close." Her voice is rough and deep.

You let out a breathy scream as your pussy spasms. Cassie's arm leaves your throat; her fingers slowly drags out of you. You slouch over, all your weight against her.

    You want to say something about what she said. "You're such a good puppy," you try to say, but instead— "Cass?" she hums in response. “What are we? You whisper, turning your head upwards to find her staring at you, her eyes wide. Sweat covered her forehead—a bead sliding down her temple. 

She smiles softly, that knowing smile she gives you often. The smile you've grown to adore, cherishing it every time it's gifted to you. 

"Together, of course.”

[winged-machine]

This drawing looks insane to me but whatever. No better time to post the underrated goat McKay than Mother’s Day lol

[fishingcardinal]

Shes always so beautiful