đ„ - I'm going to find everyone who's ever been loved by you, and I'm going to study their mannerisms, likes, and personality so I can mould myself to be perfectly appealing to you
đ· - I should get you alone on a date with me, drunk and barely walking. You're so cute like that, giggly and barely coherent. By the time you've passed out i'll be carrying you, telling the barkeep that you've had a few too many, and me, your lovely partner, is bringing you home. Your new home.
đ - I want to learn all about your history, traumas, addictions... then swoop in during a breakdown to be the perfect angel for you, the gentle savior you'll owe it all to. You won't be able to resist me.
âïž - I'd jack off to the idea of maiming you with my dads powertools
đ - If we were in school or worked together, I'd put creepy post-its in your locker just to watch you squirm <3
â ïž - I want to know what perfume you wear so I can spray it all over my bed... it won't be complete without the scent of you intermingling, though
âïž - I'd carve my name into your skin
âïž - I'd get your name and likeness tattooed on me
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.Â
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.Â
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"Okay, be honest, are you dating that brunette?â You look up from your notepad, bewildered. Itâs 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.Â
"Cassie? you laugh nervously, which made your coworker, Veronica, raise an eyebrow. âNoâno, she's just helping me out till my new tires come in.â You try to explain, but she crosses her arms, seemingly unconvinced.Â
"It's been two weeks,â she started. "You get out of here so fast I haven't been able to say hi.â 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.Â
    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.Â
"Come on," you sigh, grabbing your bag and jacket. âYou can say hi, but I don't want to hold her up.â 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. Youâre not sure you could; that terrifies you.Â
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.Â
"I still can't believe you like black coffee.â You sit down, taking a sip of your wine from your glass.
"I like the taste,â Cassie shrugs with a smile. âBut I also like tea, don't you?âÂ
"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?â
Cassie leans closer, her shoulder bumping yours. âOrange and cinnamon spice." You lean towards her, your shoulders warming each other. âIâll 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.Â
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.Â
"Hey Cassie, my coworker wanted to meet you.â You set your belongings on the floorboard, which is now clean.Â
"Ah, alright.â 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. âI'm Cassie, her neighbor," she says simply, obviously very tired.Â
"Nice to finally meet you. Miss Quiet over here has been avoiding telling me anything about you besides you being her neighbor.â 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. âAre you a nurse?â she asks, noticing Cassie's scrubs. You couldn't help but cringe from Veronica's question; it was innocent enough but felt just wrong.Â
She shakes her head. âI'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.Â
"I'm Veronica, kind of like her work wife.â She laughs at her own comment, her elbow nudging your arm. You shake your head and let out a scoff.Â
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 itâs becoming awkward. "Well, Veronica, Cassie and I should get going; it's late.âÂ
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. âWork wife, huh?â 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 togetherâwhich might not seem like a lot to other people, but to you itâs been the highlight of your year. Cassie nods, her eyes practically glaring at the road. âWe barely even talk at workâshe mostly just tries to pry at my personal life when she does talk to me.â
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.Â
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; youâve made worse ones where she's fully cackled, hunched over, grabbing her stomach.Â
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?â you ask, with more bite than you intended. She quickly looks at you with a somewhat shocked expression before focusing on the road again.Â
"Excuse me?â 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.Â
"You heard me, what's your deal?" you huff, leaning slightly forwards to see her face more clearly. âVeronica makes a stupid joke and now youâre acting like she stole your stuffed animal.â Your voice is strained; you feel dramaticâbut Cassie was being dramatic. âSo 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. âWhat is this to you?âÂ
"What are you talking about?â Your voice shakes slightly, confusion flooding you. She sighs, opening her car door. You quickly follow her, shutting the door harder than intended.Â
"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. âWhat are we to you?â she whispers in your ear.Â
"IâI don't knowâŠâ 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.Â
"Let's go home." Her lips graze against your ear; you want to give in to her. But you also want to run away. âLet's go home.' Your heart is pounding, desperately trying to break free from its calcium cage. âLet me make it so violently clear for you.â 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.Â
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.Â
    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. âTake 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?Â
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 sonâyou'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.Â
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.Â
"You want this, don't you? You nod frantically. She only frowns. âSay it," she practically growls, which pulls a whine from your throat.Â
"Cassieâplease, I want you so bad.â 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. âFuckâCassie!â 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.Â
It's not long until your cum is dripping out of you and into her mouth. âCassie I finiâ" You're cut off by a nip to your clit, which makes you yelp.Â
"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 secondâno, thirdâorgasm.Â
Untangling your legs, you whine. Using your hand that's tangled in her hair to tug her away, "Stâstop." Your whimper is pitched, desperate. You pull yourself farther up the bed, staring at the wet spot you've left on your sheets.Â
"Fine." Cassie stands, unclipping her bra and sliding her underwear off. âBe 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.â 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. âBe still.â Her fingers sliding against your dripping cuntâwhat a tease.Â
"Cassieâin meâplease," 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.Â
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. âGet up.â 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.Â
"FuckâCassie, it hurts.â You lean your head back to her shoulder, trying to close the gap. "PleaseâI'm being good.â
   "Aw, does it, love?â 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. âHow about this, Hm?â 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.Â
"Fuckâ" 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?Â
"Pleaseâpleaseâso 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.Â
"You're so good for me.â Cassie whispers, "You're such a good puppy.â You choke. Whatâwhat 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. Fuckâshe's so strong. âHold on, baby, I know youâre 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 insteadâ "Cass?" she hums in response. âWhat are we? You whisper, turning your head upwards to find her staring at you, her eyes wide. Sweat covered her foreheadâa bead sliding down her temple.Â
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.Â
you wake up every other week on Tuesday with a soreness in your thigh. you try to adjust your position in case you are sleeping on it wrong but it keeps happening.
you have weird dreams about being called a good puppy and held while you get soft kisses on your nose. you always wake up extra refreshed with your sheets nestled around you and a bruise or two on your neck.
after a year of this you start to realize you have extra hair in places you've never realized and you're getting a lot of bottom growth. you wake up on your birthday one year with trans tape on your dresser and every item of clothing replaced with the pieces you had saved on a super secret "if i was a boy" pinterest board. then you realize you've been conditioned into being somebody's dog.
