#mckay

[margottenenbaum222]

omg run a train on me

[elwhyart]

art trade i did with sirensoutro on twitter

cassie mckay, victoria javadi, baran al hashimi = mcvadi + mcshimi = mcvadishimi ?

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[vulgargrimace]

McVadi sketch

[augustvandyne]

hii lovely! would you be up to writing something cassie mckay x shy!reader. maybe it’s the readers first real relationship and cassie is teaching her the ropes? i absolutely adore your writing🫶🏽

shy reader hcs—c. mckay

cassie mckay x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: hcs of cassie with a shy reader!

warnings: mentions of anxiety, r is oblivious at first, age gap (cassie is early 40s, r is mid 20s), cassie is adorable and i love her, smut, thigh riding, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), scissoring, cassie mckay’s strap, of course the chain, aftercare, mentions of loss of virginity, dirty talk

a/n: love this idea. thought it’d be easier as headcannons because i didn’t have a good idea for a complete fic.

SFW

firm believer in the fact that cassie will always be the leader in the relationship. 

you weren’t her typical type at first

she had to take initiative, and for once there wasn’t someone fighting her for dominance in a relationship. that scared her more than anything

to set the scene, you were a med student and she was your mentor 

she fought long and hard for a few months. she really tried everything, she swore she didn’t have feelings, tried to move along to another med student. but she missed you and it clawed at her chest like a flesh-eating virus 

she eventually gave in, but it was harder to catch you up. to say you were shy was an understatement 

and it didn’t help that you were oblivious as hell. she tried everything for a while. got you coffee, left you notes on your locker, guided you into rooms with her hand on your back. she even brushed her entire body against yours. 

sure, you blushed and had shaky hands, but that was just you. something you did even before she tried to make it obvious. 

eventually she full on flirted with you, and it finally worked 

“are— are you flirting?” you blushed profusely, redness flushing your skin from your ears to your chest. 

“have been for a while sweetheart.” and she just looked at you like you were everything to her. 

after that, she flirted more often until you finally got the idea. your admission was whispered by the nurses station, everyone watching with a curious eye until cassie finally pulled you to the side. 

she asked what you were trying to say, a calm hand on your waist, told you to slow down, speak up. it was stuttered, a mess, but she was more than happy to agree to a date 

she didn’t even care that you were a shy mess, mumbled words under your breath because you weren’t confident in what you were trying to say. nor did she care that you’d never been in a relationship until this very moment. 

the first time you guys said i love you, you were laying on cassie’s couch. your dinner long forgotten on the coffee table, a random show playing in the background. your conversation was hushed like harrison was asleep in the next room, when really he was across town at his dads 

at this point, you were more than comfortable with her, but you still had your moments. 

like when you first get out of the shower and forget where you are, arms covering yourself. or when she says something cheesy at work and you forget she’s actually your girlfriend and not someone flirting. 

she laid below you, and you hovered over top of her. even after she told you to lay on top of her, you balanced yourself on one arm, afraid to crush her. 

“cmon, baby. that’s unnecessary.” she pulled you down on her until you gave in and were as close as you could get. she smiled softly at you, twirled your hair between her fingers. 

the eye contact she held was so intense, you felt like you needed to hide your face in your hands, so you did. she forced you to look at her, your face flushed, and she thought it was the prettiest sight ever. 

“i love you.” she sighed, not catching herself before she let it slip. the moment she realized it was distinct, you could tell the exact time. 

you blink, not sure if she meant it or not. you started to retreat into yourself, like you did at work when you’re nervous. you sat up slightly, and for a second she let you. 

“wait, come back.” she pulled you back until your were back where you started, flush against her front. “i meant what i said. i just surprised myself. usually i keep that to myself. i guess.. i guess i can’t keep it inside anymore.” 

“i—“ your nerves wracked your whole body, and your face was hot. “i love you.” 

she kissed you and you cuddled on the couch, eventually falling asleep. 

she can always tell the exact moment you get nervous, and she knows exactly what to do for you by now 

she still has to remind you that you’re together and this isn’t the first time you’re seeing her. she makes you uncover yourself, let her see you. 

she drags what’s wrong out of you, with much struggle, but she does it anyway. you won’t come right out and say if you’re upset or anxious. 

she pulls your face out of her neck, assures you it’s okay to show yourself, that she won’t judge you. 

she lets you wear her clothes, after much reassurance that’s it’s okay. she loves how long her old band t-shirts come down on your thighs. and she lets you wear her jackets when it gets cold; because you may be shy, but you’re also stubborn as hell

she shows you how to not be shy around her. assure you this is how relationships work. honesty, transparency. 

but that doesn’t stop you from getting nervous around her. you still shy away when she says something sweet. you get butterflies when she leaves a note on the counter for you on days she works and you don’t. and she braids your hair for you when you get overwhelmed with deciding what to do with your hair. 

at work, she answers for you when someone makes you feel particularly shy. she leads you into rooms with her hand on your back, to say i’m here. she’s ready to step in in case someone takes your shyness for granted

she’s the best first and last girlfriend ever

NSFW

the first time you guys have sex is a mess. but a good one 

cassie underestimated just how shy you were until that moment when she started to undress you. 

your skin flushed pink and you covered yourself with the blanket the second your skin was exposed

she pulled the blanket off you, but noticed you still kept your body covered with your hands. she turned the overhead light off, but kept the lamps on. 

“i have to see so i know what im doing, baby.” she kissed and kissed and kissed your body until you were a writhing mess underneath her. 

she only smirked when you started grinding up onto her leg, underwear still on. she let you do that for awhile, whispered praise in your ear until you came the first time 

i’m also a firm believer that cassie talks you through it every single time. whether it’s you she’s touching, or vice versa, i know she does it. 

she tells you you’re doing great, tells you it’s okay to make a pretty mess on her fingers or face. you squirm and moan softly at her words, like she said the most inappropriate thing ever. and in a way, she did. 

when you’re touching her, she tells you what to do, where to touch, how much pressure to apply. but she never really needs to help you. just wants to hear herself talk. 

a long while into the relationship, you learn to take initiative in the bedroom and put that mouth to good use. 

the first few times you have sex, she has to pull your lip out from between your mouth. 

“i need to hear you. need to know how good it feels.” her head is buried into your neck, whispering the words into your ear as her fingers move in and out of you at quick pace 

after that, you never bite your lip again. you moan freely, and it makes her feel good. like she’s doing something right. 

she’s a pro with her tongue, knows how to use it for more than just talking. she’s left marks on your thighs from how tight she grips you. it would take a whole army to remove her from between your legs.

when she thinks you’re finally ready, she uses the strap on you, and it’s the most romantic encounter you’ve ever experienced. 

she makes it a whole thing. she’s never taken anyone’s virginity before, and it shows, but you know she’s trying nevertheless. lit candles, dimmed light, everything you could imagine. 

she talked sweetly, told you to tell her to stop if it got to be too much, but you never did. you just turned into a pile of mush underneath her. 

it’s your new favorite way to have her. your back flush against her naked front, her mouth on your ear whispering the most obscene things, the cold feeling of her chain touching the back of your neck with each thrust 

you catch her off guard when you talk dirty to her, any remotely filthy sentence out of your mouth is foreign to her. the first time you said something you caught her off guard, and she laughed nervously like you were trying too hard. 

she immediately recovered and assured you she liked it, you just caught her off guard because you’re normally more reserved and shy 

she’s also a big fan of scissoring, and i know it for a fact. 

she loves the idea of you both getting off together. both mumbling obscene thoughts, your slick rubbing together, hitting just the right spots. 

“fuck, sweetheart, right there.” her hand grasps your hips from underneath you, rolling your hips just right, her eyes rolling. she leans up to bite at your nipple, sucking the bud in between her teeth 

she’s also the queen of aftercare, i stand by it. i don’t think she’d get particularly rough with you, due to you being shy, but if you asked she would. 

every time after sex she will make sure you both shower, you both eat, and then she’ll lay with you and play with you hair until the two of you fall asleep

thank you for reading! as always, likes and reposts are appreciated. i’m always open to hearing your thoughts, so feel free to comment, send an ask, or dm me!

[gorgeys]

thinking about being cassie mckay's controversially younger girlfriend... (SMUT)

something about her and frazzled bangs has charmed me

you worked impossibly hard in med school.  cassie could tell from your first day in the pitt.  you followed her around that day like a good little intern, eagerly answering every question and scribbling every word from a doctor's mouth in your notepad. 

but she could also tell you'd burn out by the end of the year if you didn't start taking care of yourself.  she knew from experience. so against all better judgment, she decided to start doing that for you.

that's how you ended up sprawled across the couch in her apartment, getting properly eaten out for the first time.

she hated herself for it.  she gave chad so much shit for dating girls whose frontal lobes hadn't even fully developed, but here she was with a girl sixteen years younger.

in her defense, she had tried.  she tried really hard to not fall for you and your patient eyes and disarming smile.  but you made it really hard when you brought her coffee without asking, laughed at her worst jokes, and held patients' hands like you'd never let go.  her heart tripped over itself that one time she caught you rocking and humming to the newborn baby boy you'd both helped deliver.  after all, kindness was her love language and you spoke it fluently.

so here she was on her knees, teaching you how to take a break with her mouth between your legs.

her arms are looped tightly around your bare thighs, keeping them over her shoulders.  she can feel your heels digging into her back through her shirt.  one of your hands is clawing the fabric of the cushion under you, the other slides over cassie's forehead to her hairline, holding her bangs out of her eyes so she can watch you.

and god does she love watching.  every time your eyebrows knit closer together or your lips drop open in a whimper, cassie smiles into you like she's won a prize.

"you like that, huh?" she asks with that too proud grin, lips still pressed against your skin.  she only asks because she wants to hear you try to answer.

"mhmm," you hum way too high pitched, eyes screwed shut.  you're trying so hard to keep your hips pinned to the couch and not let them buck up into her face.

she chuckles lowly, eyes not leaving your face before she nuzzles even deeper and tongues at your clit like it's the only thing keeping her alive. she smiles again when your head falls further back against the armrest and a louder moan escapes your lips.

"you're so fuckin' sweet for me," she says, turning her head a little to kiss your inner thigh.

"cass," you whisper, half embarrassment half need. your head's turned to the side now, eyes still glued shut.

"hey, eyes on me," she orders.  she leaves another kiss on your thigh, further from your heat like a warning.  that makes you finally look down at her and see what a messy eater she is.

she's drenched in your slick, from the bridge of her nose down to her chin, but she's still smiling through it like the cheshire cat.

"good girl," she drawls.  then she licks a long stripe through your folds and your back arches like you've never been touched before.  "just need someone to take care of you, huh?"

you can't answer before her lips are wrapping around your clit and her fingers are pushing inside you.  you moan louder than before, thighs clamping around her ears and hand tugging her bangs.

once her fingers are curling perfectly inside you, she pulls her lips back from your clit with a pop.

"tell me how that feels, baby," she says.  she watches your lashes flutter while you try so damn hard to keep your eyes open, following orders like an obedient intern.

"feels so-" she intentionally digs her fingers a little deeper just to watch you struggle.  "mmph—cass."

"oh, baby," she coos, smiling again.  she kisses your clit, and your hips jolt.  "don't worry, i got you.  just wait till you're comin' on my tongue."

[avvilo]

i think one the main things that is going to be the fall of robby is his “us versus them” mentality. while it can be great in certain circumstances (i.e. keeping gloria out of things in season one and protecting his team), most of the time it just creates an other that everyone fights against.

this season, we see it clearly with al-hashimi. he doesn’t even give that woman a chance. he walks in, sees that she does things differently from him, and puts up defenses against her. this is a woman who is talented and capable and clearly there for a reason, and robby is treating her like a resident. and robby allows santos, his subordinate and student, to smack talk her and even subtly agrees with her, further cementing this othering.

it’s happening again with mohan, creating a toxic environment where doing or feeling anything against the norm is seen as shameable behavior. because robby doesn’t just reprimand mohan for having a panic attack (which is a whole other can of worms), he shames her. in front of her peers and colleagues and students. and then tells her she’s probably not cut out for the er!! when we know damn well she is!!

and ogilvie is experiencing it too. don’t get me wrong, i am not an ogilvie fan at all. but refusing to answer his (and javadi’s!) questions when the system went down isn’t just a “i’m done with you” moment, it is deliberately shutting him out and setting him up as another outsider in the department.

and of course, langdon. he has officially fallen from grace in robby’s eyes. once the golden boy, now replaced by whitaker. robby has created in langdon a villain for himself to be up against. did langdon fuck up? absolutely yes. but is he evil or incompetent? no. but robby needs a villain, because he works best when it’s a fight. he doesn’t know how to manage conflict and be emotionally vulnerable, so instead he lashes out.

robby has been incredibly emotionally stunted this season. ignoring questions from students, dismissing mel after specifically asking her how she’s feeling, telling langdon at the worst possible time that he doesn’t want him in the hospital anymore and then reprimanding him for being slow to the draw, shaming mohan, shaming mckay for going to see a patient and withholding the information that roxy died until he could drop it and leave the biggest impact.

robby creates cliques within the department and leaves his staff fighting for his approval to be part of the group. and then, once they’re in, he pits them against someone else, and they fight them. it’s an exhausting cycle that is going to collapse in on itself eventually. al-hashimi is already starting to dismantle it, encouraging langdon to talk to santos and defending samira when robby berates her.

this season has not been about teaching for robby, it’s about making the people around him remember how ashamed they were when they messed up. that’s not teaching, and no positive lasting impact will come from it.

[asystoleinthepitt]

i enjoy how last collins talked to mckay abt possible fatphobia, in the most non accusatory way. and mckay was like mildly defensive but pretty open to it, and it wasnt even rlly talked abt if there was bias or if it was just a busy morning.

and now they havent shown her address it at all, but shes one of the primary advocates for howard

its just cool theres this implied growth and development mckay did, and its treated as something so obvious they dont even need to tell you about it. like of course she was told a possible concern and she worked on, thats a given

just cool imo!

[jeongtzuist]

anyways pls imagine w/ me

Cassie, a diehard Penguins fan, promises to teach Baran everything she knows about hockey leading up to the playoffs. these "this totally not a date, I'm just helping you LEARN because you live in Pittsburgh now and this is a big deal" hangout sessions always take place at Cassie's apartment, always involve takeout, always involve PJs and, by the time they've watched 4 or 5 games together, ALSO starts to involve cuddling on the couch... and then inviting Baran to sleep over because "the game went into overtime and now it's late and you're tired so you might as well stay" and then also "I have a king sized bed so you can just sleep in here with me because the couch isn't as comfortable"