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babygirl to milf pipeline
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warnings : fem!reader x cassie . nsfw , mdni . strap use (r!receiving) . manhandling . spanking . orgasm control / denial . light restraint (wrist held) . overstimulation . slight dacryphilia .
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cassieâs just off a brutal shift, when she walks through the door she drops her bag by the couch without a word. youâre on the kitchen counter eating leftovers while scrolling on your phone, legs dangling, and the second she sees you her whole face softens in that way it only does when itâs just the two of you.
she crosses the room in three steps, hands finding your thighs, sliding up slow like sheâs memorizing the shape of you. âhey,â she says, voice low and rough from talking over monitors all day. you set the phone down, tilt your head, and she leans in to kiss you. it starts soft, almost careful, but then her tongue slips past your lips and everything shifts. you feel the way her shoulders relax under your palms, the quiet sigh she lets out against your mouth. her fingers trace little circles on your skin while she kisses you deeper, slower, like she has all the time in the world now that the hospital is miles away.
you wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her closer. her hands move up your sides, under your shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. âmissed you,â she murmurs against your mouth. âall day i kept thinking about coming home to this.â the words are quiet but heavy, like sheâs been carrying them through every code and every long hallway. you feel her heartbeat against your chest, steady and strong, and it makes something warm bloom low in your belly.
you laugh softly, breathless already. âyouâre such a sap when youâre tired.â
âwhen it comes to you? yeah,â she says, nipping your bottom lip. she lifts you off the counter like you weigh nothing, carries you to the bedroom with your legs still locked around her. the hallway light spills in behind you, casting long shadows across the bed. she sets you down gently, but doesnât let go, keeps kissing you while her fingers work the buttons on your jeans. each kiss drags a little longer, her mouth moving to your jaw, your neck, the spot just below your ear that always makes your breath hitch. she peels your clothes off piece by piece, careful and patient, like sheâs unwrapping something precious. when your shirt hits the floor she pauses, just looking at you in the low light, eyes tracing every curve like sheâs seeing you for the first time all over again.
when youâre both naked she steps back for a second, just looking. her eyes are dark, pupils blown. âturn over,â she says, not a request exactly, but gentle enough that it feels like one. you do, knees and forearms sinking into the mattress. she runs a hand down your spine, slow, fingers tracing every knob of your vertebrae. âgod, look at you.â her palm is warm, and it leaves a trail of heat everywhere it touches. she keeps stroking your back, down to the curve of your ass, squeezing gently, like she canât stop touching you.
you glance back over your shoulder. sheâs already buckling the harness, the silicone cock jutting out proud. sheâs done this enough times that her movements are practiced, efficient. she pauses to squirt lube into her palm, warming it between her fingers before she touches you. her hand slides between your legs first, fingers circling your clit until youâre rocking back against her, whining softly. she takes her time here, rubbing slow circles, then dipping lower to feel how ready you are, spreading the wetness up and around until everything feels slick, warm and aching.
âyouâre so wet for me already,â she mutters, almost to herself. âyouâve been thinking about this too, huh?â
âyeah,â you breathe. she leans over you, chest pressing to your back, lips brushing your ear. âyouâre doing so good for me.â the praise hits like a spark. she lines herself up, the blunt head nudging against you, and pushes in slow. you both groan at the stretch. she doesnât rush, lets you adjust, one hand braced on the mattress beside your head, the other gripping your hip tight enough that her fingers dig in. she rocks forward inch by inch, pausing every time you tense, whispering soft little âbreathe for me, babyâ until youâre fully seated on the strap and trembling.
when sheâs fully inside she stills, breathing hard. âgod, you feel so good.â you push back a little, testing. âmove,â you say. âplease.â
she starts slow, shallow thrusts, letting you feel every inch sliding out and back in. the bed creaks under you. her hand slides up your back, fingers tangling in your hair, not pulling hard yet, just holding. âthatâs it,â she murmurs. âjust like that.â she keeps the rhythm easy for a long time, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep, letting you feel the drag, the fullness, the way your body opens up for her over and over. each thrust makes your toes curl, makes little sounds slip out of you that you canât hold back. she listens to every one, adjusting the angle until youâre gasping louder, hips twitching back to meet her.
she eventually gets more impatient, hips snapping harder, her grip on your hair tightens, yanking back just enough to arch your spine. you gasp, loud, and she growls low in her throat.
âyou like that?â she asks, voice rough. âfeel good when i pull you like this?â you nod as much as you can with her hand in your hair. âyes⊠fuck, cassie.â she laughs, short and warm, and starts really moving, pounding into you with deep, deliberate strokes that make your arms shake. her free hand leaves your hip and smacks your ass once, then again on the other side, heat blooming under her palm. the sting fades into warmth that spreads everywhere, making you clench around her harder.
âgod, youâre so tight,â she groans, letting go of your hair to grab both hips instead. she yanks you back onto her cock with every thrust. your knees slide wider on the sheets and she follows, one hand sliding up to press between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down into the mattress so your ass is higher, perfect angle. âstay just like that,â she orders, voice steady even though sheâs breathing hard.
you moan into the pillow, fists twisting in the sheets. sheâs relentless, hips slapping against you loud enough that the sound fills the whole room. every thrust drags the strap against that spot inside you and her fingers dig bruises into your hips, pulling you back harder each time. she keeps that pace for what feels like forever, pulling you onto her over and over, the wet sound of it mixing with your moans and her quiet grunts. âyouâre taking me so well,â she pants. âgod, you feel incredible.â she reaches around without slowing down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast. your legs start shaking and she just holds you tighter, keeping you exactly where she wants you.
âcassie, iâm- fuck, iâm close,â you choke out. she leans over you again, chest to your back, teeth scraping your shoulder. ânot yet,â she says. âhold on for me, baby.â she slows just enough to torture you, grinding deep and slow, circling her hips so the strap rubs everywhere inside. you whimper, trying to push back, but her hand on your lower back keeps you pinned. the pressure is constant, perfect, dragging against every sensitive spot until your whole body is buzzing. âplease,â you beg. âi need it.â she chuckles against your skin. âi know you do, sweetheart.â
she keeps that slow grind for what feels like forever, whispering sweet praise in your ear the whole time. âyou feel so good for me, baby. youâre so perfect.â every circle of her hips makes you shudder, makes your breath catch. she kisses your shoulder, your neck, anywhere she can reach without losing the rhythm. tears starts pricking in your eyes from how intense it is, how full you feel, how her voice wraps around you like another layer of touch. finally she straightens up, grips your hips again, and starts fucking you harder. her hand cracks down on your ass one more time and thatâs it, you come hard, walls pulsing around the strap, crying out her name into the pillow. the orgasm rolls through you in long waves, your thighs shaking, vision blurring, and she never once stops moving, just fucks you through every single pulse like sheâs chasing it with you.
but she doesnât stop. doesnât pull out. doesnât even slow down all the way. she just keeps thrusting through it, working you through the aftershocks while you tremble and gasp. âone more, baby,â she says, voice wrecked. âi need more from you, please.â she pulls your hips back even harder, angling deeper, and youâre so sensitive now that every slide feels like electricity shooting up your spine. she keeps the strokes long and steady, letting you feel every inch again and again while your body tries to settle and canât. âcassie, oh my god,â you moan, voice hoarse.
she reaches forward and grabs your wrists, pulling them behind your back and holding them there with one strong hand while the other keeps your hips in place. your chest is still pressed to the bed, arms pinned, and ass up as she fucks into you with long, punishing strokes. âyouâre mine,â she says, voice thick with emotion. the new angle has you seeing stars, the strap hitting perfect every single time. your second orgasm is already building fast, too fast, and she can feel it in the way you clench around her.
âgonna come again already?â she asks, breathless. she lets go of your wrists just to wrap her arm around your waist, hauling your upper body up so your back is against her chest. she keeps one hand between your legs, fingers on your clit, and the other across your collarbone, holding you tight while she thrusts up into you. you can feel her heartbeat against your spine, her breath hot on your neck, the sweat sliding between your bodies. âcome on, baby,â she whispers right against your ear. âi want to feel you come again.â
youâre shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks from how overwhelming it is, but it feels so good you canât stop. âiâm coming, fuck, cassie, iâm-â the orgasm rips through you even harder than the first, your whole body locking up, a broken moan tearing out of you. she fucks you through every pulse, hips stuttering, grinding deep and desperate. âthatâs it, thatâs my girl,â she pants. âyouâre so perfect.â she keeps moving through the whole thing, drawing it out until youâre whimpering, oversensitive and still coming apart in her arms.
only when youâve gone limp in her arms does she finally slow, easing you both down to the mattress. she stays inside you for a long moment, just breathing with you, kissing the back of your neck soft and slow. then she carefully pulls out, unbuckles the harness with shaky hands, and tosses it aside. she rolls you over, pulls you into her chest, arms wrapping around you like she never wants to let go.
âyou okay?â she asks, thumb brushing your cheekbone, her voice soft.
you nod, still catching your breath, curling into her. âiâm okay.â
she smiles, pressing her forehead to your shoulder. âgood.â she tucks your head under her chin, hand stroking your hair slow and steady.
! in a spell
warnings : gn!reader (âgood girlâ used) x cassie . nsfw , mdni . oral fixation / finger sucking . praise kink . light control (hand in hair / guiding) . grinding / dry humping (c!receiving) . needy cassie .
find the request here
youâre half on top of her on the couch, legs tangled up in the blanket thatâs slipping off the edge. cassieâs got one arm hooked around your back to keep you close, the other hand lazy between you two until she lifts it, two fingers brushing your bottom lip like sheâs been thinking about this for a while. âcan i?â she whispers. of course, you nod your head because sheâs had a rough shift and you want to do everything to help her turn her brain off for a while. she smiles and presses them in slow, pads sliding over your tongue.
âopen a little more. wrap your lips around âem, baby.â her thumb strokes your cheek once, twice, almost like an afterthought while you start to suck gently, tasting the salt of her skin. she settles deeper into the cushions, hips shifting just enough to pull you tighter against her, but she keeps her eyes on your face the whole time, half-lidded and focused.
you hollow your cheeks a bit and she lets out this quiet breath through her nose, like a sigh of relief. âthere you go. suck a little harderâŠâ you hum around her fingers and take them deeper, âjust like that⊠youâre doing so good for me.â her fingers nudge the back of your tongue and spitâs already starting to build, slicking down her knuckles, she doesnât wipe it away. she just curls her fingers a tiny bit against your tongue like she needs to feel how warm and soft you are inside.
a couple minutes drag by and you keep at it, lazy and thorough. cassieâs softly praising you, voice staying steady while her free handâs threading into your hair to hold on to you. âkeep going. you look so pretty like this. such a good girlâŠâ
her bodyâs already starting to tell on her. she rocks her hips up once slowly, almost like sheâs just getting comfortable, except her thigh presses harder against your side and you feel the heat pouring off her through her sweats. her breathingâs shorter now, little catches at the end of each inhale. she just feeds you another quiet âgood girlâ like itâs the only thing keeping her grounded.
you hum around her fingers, low and content like youâre getting off on this as well, and thatâs when her control slips a notch. her head tips back against the couch with a quiet moan, eyes fluttering shut for half a second before she forces them open again. âshit, baby,â she breathes, voice a little thicker, a little rougher at the edges. âyouâre making me feel⊠just keep sucking. donât stop.â
her hips roll again, more slowly and deliberate, you feel her thigh tremble where itâs clamped around your waist. sheâs getting off on this, you can tell by the way she grinds up subtle against nothing but the pressure of your body. her fingers slide a fraction deeper, pads pressing heavy on your tongue while her other hand tightens in your hair, just enough to anchor herself.
minutes stretch and everything is narrowed down to the slide of her fingers and the way her chest rises and falls quicker now. sheâs squirming under you, small shifts of her hips that she tries to play off like sheâs just stretching, but her thighs keep tensing, squeezing you closer every time you hollow your cheeks again.
âyeah, just like that,â she mutters, almost under her breath, thumb stroking your jaw like she canât help touching you more. âyouâre so fucking good for me⊠god, keep going, baby.â her voice cracks just the tiniest bit and she bites her lip, hips jerking up once, sharper, before she forces them still again. sheâs breathing through her mouth now, short and warm against your hair, whole body wound tight and humming under you while she keeps feeding you soft praises like sheâs scared if she stops talking sheâll lose it completely.
you suck harder, tongue working the underside of her fingers, and cassieâs whole frame shudders once, a full-body thing she tries to hide by pulling you even closer. her sweats are damp where your thighâs pressed between hers now, and she doesnât pull away. she just rocks into it slow and needy, eyes locked on your mouth like she canât look anywhere else.
âyouâre so good for me, huh?â she whispers, fingers curling against your tongue as another quiet groan slips out. âjust⊠fuck- keep doing that. youâre perfect.â sheâs trembling, small and constant, hips rolling in these tiny desperate circles she canât quite stop, but her voice stays low and steady as sheâs talking you through it. her brain has gone completely silent, her only focus is on you and her fingers inside your mouth. and itâs the perfect way to end her night.
Girlfriend Cassie McKay ËËđąáąđ©
the kind of picture victoria sends cassie on her day off with a text like âmissing u today :(â
Dr. Bangs study...
hear me out⊠cassie mckay (in my own mind) is mommy.. not daddy⊠itâs probably the mommy issues saying that but idk
we can argue about empathy olympics all day but the fact of the matter is that unless your answer is cassie mckay you're wrong.
dennis is kind but he's a little too shaky and inexperienced and dismissive of patients. he takes to criticism very well and is still very supportive, but honestly moreso with coworkers than patients. samira is kind and offers her patients so much support but has been rude to coworkers on multiple occasions.
not Cassie. Cassie has endless empathy for her patients and coworkers. she sees everyone. she's the best, kindest mentor, firm in her corrections but not at all rude. she's got her own issues and flaws, yes, but over and over she is kind. to everyone.
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synopsis : when it is clear cassie never wants more than just a friends with benefits ordeal, you try to move on from her â which she makes impossible and challenging.
tags : adult language. pre-s2!cassie mckay / age gap (25 & 43). cassie is a bit of a stalker (?). mentions of slight alcohol consumption (none from cassie), unhealthy relationships. the pittlings r ride or dies for reader. adult content â mean!dom!cassie, f!ngering, strap usage, adult objects, binding & filming involved, edging, heavy degradation, secondary penetrat!on.
authorâs note : this story is only for 18+ â no minors should be interacting, it makes me uncomfy. fic is based on tate mcraeâs song dear god.
cassie mckay reassuring intern!reader that they are doing a good job when they get overwhelmed & cassie noticing how flustered they get when she rubs her hand up and down their arm & calls them pet names
cassie mckay comforting reader in a supply closet with her fingers in their scrub pants đđđ and calling them baby etc etc hehe
"Don't worry about it. You're doing a great job. I fucked up so many times the first day. One little screw-up doesn't change how talented you are," Cassie gives you a kind smile and squeezes your bicep, noting that sharp intake of breath you do when she slides her hand to your back. She watches your eyes look everywhere but hers as you respond to her. "Thank you, Cassie," you mumble, cheeks turning pink from her praise. You get this deer in headlights look when she pats your back. It's like every little touch from her sends a shock wave rippling through your body. Not to mention this other tingly feeling you get when she praises you... "It's normal to get overwhelmed, especially when your patient is kind of a dickhead. But you learn to get through it. You handled the situation well, baby." Cassie gets a curious look on her face as she watches you smile at the ground, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.
she always notices how you tense up when she rubs your arm up and down. you avoid eye contact with her, opting to glance at her lips, while she reassures you about your hard work. she almost reassures you like she's talking you through it....you can't help but squirm and get all flustered because of it. all you can imagine is cassie whispering these words in your ear, but with her hand on your chest, not your arm.
she's touchy with you!!! always greets you with a pet name and touches the small of your back, stands a little too close when she talks to you about her day, always gives you a tight, long hug before you leave...
cassie leading you to somewhere nice and quiet when she notices you getting overwhelmed, not even realizing she locked the supply closet door because you're stressing out about whatever. she cups your face with her hands and says, "calm down, baby," her thumb gently stroking your cheek. you get so fucking flustered that you can't even think properly. you don't even remember why you were overwhelmed in the first place as she praises you for doing a good job. you're staring at her, all doe-eyed and dumb, turning into putty as she strokes your face.
"You think this'll help calm you down?" Cassie whispers, slowly trailing her hand down your body. She watches your throat bob up and down when her fingers brush against your crotch as she unties the strings to your scrub pants. Her fingers slip past the waistband, and she touches your crotch. Your very wet crotch. You let out a gasp, hips involuntarily pushing into her hand. Your lashes flutter when her fingers press against your clit, rubbing in small circles. Sighing, you let your body melt against the wall, head making a small thudding sound as you throw it back. "That's it, baby. Let me take care of you," she whispers, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing a finger against your hole. You gently moan out her name, making Cassie's stomach flip and heat up with pleasure. She lets out a little shudder and shaky breath as she slides a finger into your hole, getting all lightheaded from the tight grip you have on it.
thinking of cassie breathing hard against your lips while she fingers you, moaning quietly into your lips at the sound of your wetness squelching as she scissors her fingers inside of you. she's calling you "baby" and getting you flustered again, and you're so sure she can feel you clench around her fingers whenever she does it. you can tell by that grin on her face. she makes you cum so hard, you have to muffle your moans into her neck so no one knows what both of you are up to in here. her fingers stay inside of you while you come down from your orgasm, and she shushes you when she pulls out to clean them off.
needless to say, the supply closet is where cassie comforts you whenever you get overwhelmed <3
oh i'm not hungry . . .
Good Girl
Pairing: Dana Evans/F!Reader
Rating: E/18+ Minors DNI
WC: 4.3k
Summary: Youâve had a hard shift, Dana wants to help you relax and forget the woes of your day.
Tags: Mommy Kink, Explicit Sex, Oral Sex, Vibrator Use, Multiple Orgasms, Teasing, Fingering, Overstimulation, D/S (Light), Praise, Aftercare
A/N: Okay, I know this isn't everyone's thing. It is all just honorifics and not age play. (We don't kink shame in this household, though) I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
AO3
Song inspo
âOh, fuck, right there...âÂ
professor!cassie mckay headcannons .. b/c Iâm writing a fic about it and canât get her out of my head
a/n: it gets a little horny yall.. sorry!
- itâs only a part time gig and sheâs still at the pitt most of the week but she takes it because why the hell not? most of her life has been unpredictable anyway
- she shows up to the first day of class in faded grey jeans and an oversized black sweater
- sheâs actually an amazing teacher and you think thatâs your reason for your obsession towards her because youâve never really been into girls. But then again.. youâve never been that fond of any of your boyfriends .
Sorry, everyone else got tied up.
The Pitt: 2x13
so there's this app...
You hear Cassie complaining about not getting laid, you suggest to her the dating app you use and her phone receives a very loud notification in the middle of the ER.
tags: smut, +18, cassie is so horny and needy, age gap (reader being such a good younger coworker and teaching her how to use a dating app...), after the shift, semi public (car), nipple/breast play (c receiving), a lot of licking, oral (both receiving), masturbation (r receiving, gn tho), totally reckless driving (yeah for the prev tag...) and you will be biting that scrubs ribbon ofc.
n: found that hinge print and felt like making it be Cassie was the right choice for this moodboard lool, also watched the house tour clip and understood what the song was actually about and went yeah yeah horny cassie mckay
ROBBY Iâm pretty sure Baran zoning out for a few seconds (which she already proactively contacted her doctor about btw, Robby would never) is a lot better than publicly ridiculing your resident for a panic attack, or shaming McKay for trying to treat someone who needs it, or not listening to your med student when sheâs clearly running on fumes or or orâŠ
JUST LET HER RUN THE PLACE ALREADY JFC
we're healers, not judges. [runs into oncoming traffic]
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