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april — c. mckay
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cassie mckay x fem!intern!reader
word count: 4.4k
summary: in the month of april, you open up to cassie, and people begin to ask questions
warnings: not much really, readers kinda sad at the end
a/n: okay it’s finally here. it took forever because i kinda forgot what was happening and needed to write something else before i got back to this. it’s all over the place but the next one will be better :)
april 3rd 12:43 pm
The day drags.
It’s the first thing you think of when you look at the time for the fifteenth time in the fifth hour.
It feels like each time your eyes scan the analog clock only two minutes have passed. It’s draining.
Especially when you’ve been here for days on end. Barely having any time to eat or sleep in the last few days, let alone take a full body shower. You had to settle on ten minute showers each night, eager to get back into bed.
You didn’t even know the last time you shaved your legs. Or the last time you had a real meal.
And that was just sad.
You find yourself staring at the clock again, scoffing at yourself after you look back down.
“How’s the car been treating you?” Cassie siddles up beside you at the desk. She leans back against the desk, elbows resting against the flat surface like a pillar, her upper back leaning down for extra support.
You peek up at her hunched over, black pen between your fingers, writing stilled, because you didn't even realize she was standing there.
“Hello?” A smile creeps onto her face, one dimple visible on the side of her cheek. She leans forward only an inch as if to gain your full attention.
You don’t need to do that, you want to say. I’m afraid what will happen if you get too close. I’m afraid I’ll mess this up.
“Y—yeah.” You nod, fingers pressed into your eyeballs to ease the tiredness. You blink back at her after rubbing your eyes.
“Yeah?” She raises her eyebrows. “Yeah, the sky’s blue? Yeah, you want another cup of coffee?”
You let out a small laugh before you can hold it back, biting your lip between your teeth, turning your body to give her your full attention. She looks just as bad as you feel. Baggy eyes, half brushed hair, the tiredness under her skin evident.
You’d both worked three doubles back to back, finally free from the shackles tomorrow. You’re grateful for the hours and the money, but you’re also cursing out whoever made your schedule.
“I’m sorry. I’m..”
“It’s okay.” She looks down at your arm like she’s considering placing her hand there, but something holds her back, and you can’t blame her.
You weren’t really one for physical touch, let alone from someone you barely knew, and Cassie knew that. But some part of you wants her to touch you. Even just a brush of the shoulders or her hand on your back as she passes you.
“We’re both tired.” She looks back up at you, concern in her face.
“Stop that.” You give your head one shake.
“Stop what?”
“Your face.” You point.
“What’s wrong with my face?” She squints.
“The concerned look.” You copy her, squinting your own eyes. “You should be concerned for yourself too, you know. We’ve worked the same hours.”
“It’s different when it’s you.”
She realizes the moment she lets the words slip out, it sounded more than friendly, and she didn’t mean for it to be.
“I’m—“
“It’s okay. I understood what you meant. I know you’d do the same for Victoria, too.” You give her a once over before finishing when you were writing before, placing the paper over the desk.
“You’re right.” She says after a few seconds, like she’s unsure, but you don’t push for an answer.
“I know.” You smirk, resting your arm against the desk. “I usually am.”
“Don’t get too cocky now.” She raises her eyebrows, her hand resting on your bicep for a second as she passes by you.
You’re stunned for a second, having to take a deep breath through your nose, silently composing yourself like you’ve done so many times before.
“My car's good by the way.” You find yourself saying, scratching the back of your neck.
She turns around slowly, bottom lip between her teeth, hands tucked in her pant bottoms.
“Oh, yeah?” She smiles brightly at you, body still half turned towards you, still in place like she was ready to swivel her body and walk away. “That’s good. Really good. Glad I could help out.”
“Yeah, uh..” You find yourself grasping at conversation topics in your mind, suddenly coming up blank, and it concerns you. Because you’d never wanted to talk to a coworker longer than you had to.
But with Cassie.. you find yourself doing a lot of things you usually wouldn’t want to do.
“I just wanted to say thank you.” You settle on a small nod, finding yourself averting your gaze away quickly.
“Of course.” She turns to face you, hands still tucked into her pockets. Her eyebrows are pulled together as she watches you, fully focused on you and the conversation.
It makes the hair on the nape of your neck stick up and your chest feel tight.
“Don’t mention it, okay?” She gives you a smile.
“Sure.” You smile too, nodding quickly before walking the other way, far, far away.
From Cassie, the conversation, or your feelings, you aren’t sure. But in your opinion, all three feel the same.
You swallow thickly as you reach the break room, rummaging around for your lunch and drink, claiming your spot at the table. You didn’t usually get to eat lunch, so having this peaceful day was nice.
You unwrap your sandwich, feeling the weight of it in your hand before taking a bite. You think as you chew. About everything.
About Faith, even though you’d barely spoken much in the past few days. That was mostly your fault. She asked to grab a late dinner last night, but you declined, too tired to even stand up straight. You didn’t text her this morning, either.
Also shitty of you.
But you were tired. And she understood, or at least she said she did.
Then you think about your job, about how much you love it here. Sometimes late at night you ridicule yourself for letting Cassie in. It’s good to have someone to talk to at work, though.
But you still felt guilty for some reason.
You couldn’t place it, but after beginning to date Faith, the guilt ensued. It only grew stronger, settling deep into your bones with the marrow.
“What’s got you looking so pensive?” Trinity turns over her shoulder, not paying attention to the cup of coffee she’s filling.
“Nothing.” You say, going in for another bite to hopefully end the conversation. But you know better. You know Trinity.
Nobody really knew a lot about you — that’s how you liked it, though, it kept people from getting too close, kept you from doing damage to their carefully crafted lives — but you knew a lot about them.
“Hm.” Trinity looks up at the ceiling as she sits across from you, her face saying she doesn’t believe you. She takes a sip of the lukewarm poison, turning her head back towards you.
“Hm, what?” You dip a carrot in ranch, biting it in half.
“Nothing.” She says like you did, emphasizing with a shrug.
“You want to say something.” You shove the rest of the carrot in your mouth, picking up your gatorade to wash it down. “So go ahead.”
“Just.. you don’t really talk to anyone.” Her face stays stoic, not letting her thoughts creep into her face.
She was scarily good at that, it weirded you out most days, but today it made you nervous at what she was about to say.
“Your point?” You frown, sitting back in your chair, food now forgotten on the table, half eaten, the way it will most likely remain for the rest of your shift.
“But you talk to Dr. McKay.” She lays it all out in front of you, but you only shake your head and shrug.
“So? We’re colleagues.” You fiddle with the loose plastic lining around the table, trying to distract yourself from the conversation.
“So are we.” Trinity points between the two of you.
“Exactly.” You nod, looking up.
“But you don’t talk to me like that.” Trinity tilts her coffee cup, spinning it in a small circle on the table. “Or at all.”
“Sure I do.” You bring your arm up to rest on the table, your chin laying in your palm.
“You also don’t hang out with us. I heard you and McKay hung out.”
You blow out a breath of air, letting out a small scoff, internally cursing out Princess and Perlah for their incessant gossiping. At this point, they should start a business and get paid to give out information.
“We didn’t.. hang out. And we don’t.” You leave it at that, not willing to expand more on your personal life.
“Uh-huh.” Trinity raises the cup to her lips, taking another sip. She watches you for a few seconds before standing, believing you’ve had enough interrogating for one shift. “See ya.”
You let out a huff, tongue prodding at the inside of your cheek, shaking your head in disbelief at the accusation.
Nobody ever bothered you before now. You were never the hot topic in the gossip circle. And you wanted to stay that way.
april 3rd 8:07pm
You felt as if you’d been through hell and back. Multiple times.
You were sweating from head to toe, even though it was only the early stages of spring. The air conditioner somehow stopped working around two, leaving everyone hot and overworked.
You ditched the long sleeves after that, too hot to even function.
On top of that, you missed a vital key piece of information in a patients chart, making him go from minor to major in a matter of a few hours.
After minutes of attempting to resuscitate, Robby called it, leaving you stunned in the trauma room.
Then when you finally thought you were getting a break, multiple victims were brought in from an accident downtown at the grocery store.
A car crashed into the front window, sending multiple victims to the emergency department.
To say you were exhausted was an understatement. By a long shot.
Not to mention, you hadn’t eaten since your few bites of lunch earlier, and you were starving.
You’re standing by the nurses station, bag over your shoulder, signing a few last minute charts, busy deciding what greasy fast food you’ll consume tonight when Cassie approaches.
She has a brown jacket over her black scrubs, her purse strung over her left shoulder. She looks noticeably worse than she had this morning.
Somehow the bags under her eyes have deepened. Her hair looks more ruffled than it had this morning, and there’s a noticeable slump in her shoulders when she walks.
“You okay?” She asks, leaning against the counter like she had this morning.
“I’m good.” You attempt at a laugh.
“I don’t believe you.” Her eyebrows furrow, much like this morning.
“I feel like I’m reliving this morning. Only with bags over our shoulders.” You peer over at her, sliding the tablet back to Dana with a silent thank you.
“Come get dinner with me.” She presses her lips together, awaiting your denial, which is right on time.
“Oh, no.” You put your hand out, shaking your head.
“I wasn’t asking.” She raises her eyebrows, leaving no room for discussion. She turns on her heels, expecting you to follow, which you do.
“You know I don’t really.. do this, right?” You push the bag further up your own shoulder, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. The contrast of cool air outside compared to inside sending a shiver down your body.
“Do what? Grab dinner with a colleague?” She smirks.
“I— I consider you a friend. But that’s besides the point.” You shut your eyes.
That’s not what you said this morning, your mind taunts.
You were tired, is what you blamed it on. You were blurring lines. Or maybe you weren’t. You really did consider Cassie a friend. It was just hard to admit aloud.
But you had no trouble just now.
“What I mean is.. socialize.” You open your eyes to still see Cassie standing there, eyebrows raised like she’s confused and awaiting an explanation. “In case you haven’t noticed I’m kind of boring.”
“I don’t think that.” Cassie crosses her arms over her chest.
“Well.. nobody talks to me.” You laugh to yourself awkwardly.
“Because you don’t let them in.” Her voice and face noticeably soften around her usual hardened edges. She remembers your conversation at your house.
“It’s.. hard.” Your hand tightens around the strap on your bag.
“But you let me in.” She dips her head, repeating the same words she said to you only a month ago.
“I did.” You confirm. “And it scares me. For reasons I can’t even name.”
“Just.. dinner. That’s all I’m asking—“
“I thought you weren’t asking.”
She watches you closely before turning on her heel, unlocking her car and opening the passenger seat for you, gesturing her hands towards the inside of the car.
The drive to the nearby diner is quiet, but it isn’t awkward like you’d expected it to be, it’s kind of nice.
You sit in a booth near the back when you go inside, Cassie’s pick, and you’re grateful for that. You open the menu wordlessly, stomach growling just from the options.
“I feel like I could eat everything on this menu right now.” Your shoulders have visibly loosened now, jacket shrugged off, mouth twisted into a lop-sided grin.
“You’re telling me.” She sucks in a sharp breath.
The conversation flows freely with Cassie after that.
You manage to eat peacefully with each other, stealing a fry off Cassie’s plate when she isn’t looking, only slightly upset when she catches you and swats your hand away.
“Hey!” You shove a fry into your mouth, laughter bubbling out of your throat.
“That’s mine!” Cassie’s own laughter overtakes her, your own being contagious. “If you wanted fries, you should’ve gotten some.”
“I didn’t want them at the time. But yours look good.” You snatch another before she can smack your hand again.
Your phone vibrates on the table and you pick it up, eyebrow twitching when you read the name.
Faith.
“Do you need to take that?” A line forms between her eyebrows as she draws her brows together.
“No.” You silence it. “It’s just Faith. I’ll call her when I get home.”
“Are you sure? I won’t be upset.” She’s quick to reassure you, palm flat on the table, voice smooth.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” You take another bite of your burger, fending off a yawn threatening to come up your chest. “I just.. haven’t had a lot of time to talk to her recently, let alone hangout with her. Which— Santos thinks I’m incapable of.”
“What do you call this?” She points between the two of you.
You huff out a small laugh.
“Look, maybe nobody else wants to hang out with you.” She restates your words from earlier, her careful softness still evident in her words. “But I do. I like you.”
Your chest tightens when she says it, a real smile forming on your lips, far from false, and you reach her eyes.
“Thank you, Cassie.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “That means a lot.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” Her voice comes out breathy, “I know you don’t let people in. But you did with me, and that means a lot. So, thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me either.” Your eyes search hers silently, watching her closely.
“And I know you aren’t a physical person.” She plays with a fry on her plate to keep herself grounded, twisting the food between her pointer finger and thumb. “So I’ll try to be careful with that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Something flashes in your eyes before you can stop it. You hope it’s relief, but you know it’s not. It’s a shard of disappointment, the thought of Cassie not touching you in passing making you upset for a reason you can’t name.
I want you to touch me, you want to say, I don’t mind when you do it. I trust you.
“Thank you.” You settle on, rather than saying something you might regret. “You’re a good person, Cassie.”
“And friend.” Her eyes twinkle, the moonlight bleeding in from the window shining on her eyes and brightening them.
“And friend.” You confirm.
april 26th 7:12 am
“I got you these.” Cassie pulls it out of her bag like it’s nothing, placing them on the bottom shelf of your locker.
You stare at them for a few seconds, dumbfounded by the gesture and the fact that she thought about you.
“Oh. Thank you.” You nod once, grabbing the package from the locker, opening them slowly. “You want one?”
“I probably shouldn’t.” She tries to make a disgusted face, but you see the twinge of hope in her face.
“But I want you to have one.” You put your hand out, a package of candy open and ready for her to stick her hand into. “Please?”
“Okay.” She gives in easily, sticking the candy inside her mouth as she shuts the locker door. She chews slowly, waiting for you to get finished.
It became a routine with Cassie, you usually parked together — if you drove — and walked beside Cassie into the hospital. Sometimes you purposely bumped your shoulder against Cassie’s, to which she’d watch your face before bumping hers back.
Then you’d gather your things together and wait for her to finish, or vice versa.
It was nice to have her as a friend, and you didn’t understand what you were so afraid of. It was stupid of you to ever think you could do something to hurt her. And stupid to think she’d make fun of you.
She was like a puppy dog sometimes, and it made you laugh to yourself from time to time.
“Ready?” Cassie hangs her stethoscope around her neck, slamming her locker shut and making sure it’s locked before stepping towards you.
“Ready.” You say with a mouthful of candy. Her hand goes inside the bag again, stealing another piece and watching for your reaction. “Hey!”
“You said I could have some. I bought them.” Cassie gives you a hung smile before putting the candy into her mouth.
“I said one. You had your free trial.” You tilt your body so the candy bag is far away from her, a small laugh spilling out of you when she tries to reach around you to grab the bag. “Nuh-uh.”
“I’m taller than you, you know that, right?” She leans her head down to talk to you, reserving the conversation for only the two of you.
“And you know I can run faster than you, right?” You challenge.
“Oh, yeah?” She lifts her eyebrows. “And how would you know?”
You give her a once over before your eyes land on her awaiting eyes. “Just do.”
She hums in amusement, taking this as a chance to grab the candy out of your hand, walking away with the package in her hand.
You just laugh at yourself, watching her walk in the other direction, before you realize where you are. You take a deep breath and compose yourself, walking up to the desk.
“What do you have for me?” You lick your lips, standing in front of Dana, awaiting orders.
Dana stands there with her glasses on the tip of her nose, eyebrows raised, like she’s confused. She pulls the glasses off her face, crossing her arms over her chest.
“What?” You ask.
Her head leans forward, “That’s the quickest switch I’ve ever seen.”
“What do you mean?” You faux confusion, reaching over to grab a tablet off the desk.
“Really?” She tucks her glasses into her pocket, pointing out to where you and Cassie stood moments ago. “What I just saw?”
“We’re.. friends.” The words are like a breath of fresh air when you say them now. They don’t feel as heavy.
“Uh-huh.” Her tongue prods at her cheek as she watches you. “Well.. McKay could probably use a hand in South 15.”
“Okay.” You stand straighter, heading over in that direction.
april 26th 7:13 pm
“Here.” Cassie hands you the candy back after holding onto it all day, seeing you frown every time you pass her. It was cute, in her defense, but she decided you had enough and gave it back.
“Aww.” You snatch it off the desk, the plastic bag making noise underneath your palm. “You shouldn’t have.” Your face turns at an attempt to be serious, but a small smile threatens to break through. “It is mine, after all.”
“That’s why I gave it back.”
“Do you just torture me for fun?” You tilt your head up to look up at her.
“This isn’t torture.” She gives a small shake of her head.
“That’s sure what it felt like.” You hold the candy bag away from her as you throw a few into your mouth. “This is the only food I’ve had today, you know.”
Her eyes soften, “You should eat more than that, Gumdrop.”
Her nickname for you makes your chest clench, because nobody has ever given you a nickname before, and it warms you.
That Cassie would want to give you a nickname.
“I will.” You watch as she lifts her eyebrows, as if she doesn’t believe you. “When I get home.”
“Okay.” She draws the word out, still not quite believing you.
You finish typing the document you were working on, letting out a sigh of relief once you’re finished. You log out of your account and pick the remainders of the candy bag, tossing it in the trash.
“I’m so ready to get out of here.” You throw your head back with a small chuckle.
Cassie opens her locker with ease, pulling her jacket and bag out before waiting for you.
“Me too. Luckily we only have a few more minutes.”
“Not me.” You sigh, shutting your own locker. “I have to go catch the bus. Hopefully I make it in time.”
“Woah, woah.” She sticks her hand out. “Where’s your car?”
“Faith.. has it.” You hollow out your cheeks, filled with sudden regret for even saying that out loud. “Her car broke down and I offered to help out.”
“So you gave her your car?” She leans her head forward. “Honey..”
You let out a nervous breath, a sudden weight on your chest. “It’s fine.”
You walk around her still outplaced hand, out of the locker room. Cassie’s steps are heard behind you, but you don’t look back. You feel the cool rush of air as the doors open up, and Cassie’s footsteps quicken so she can come beside you.
“It’s not fine.” She grabs your shoulder to turn you towards her, pulling her hand back a little too quickly when she realizes she’s touched you. “How long has she had it?”
“What?” You laugh.
“Your car.”
“I don’t know.. a few days?” You’re staring up at the overhang of the building, trying to recall how long she’s had your car. “It didn’t really bother me the past few days since I’ve been off.”
“But it’s yours.” She emphasizes, and in a way it’s like she’s pushing the guilt further into you.
“I know.” You whisper, feeling yourself closing in, shutting down, your happiness from earlier faded. “I have a bus to catch. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“No, wait.” Her hand clasps around your elbow, and this time she doesn’t back away or let go. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push. It’s your decision.”
You nod once, a small smile creeping on your face when you realize she still hasn’t let go.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not.” She shakes her head. “Don’t make up an excuse in your head for me, either. I shouldn’t have overstepped like that.”
“I know I let..” You huff out and sigh and look down, kicking a rock at your feet, trying to decide how you want to explain it. “When I let people in I tend to.. to let them walk all over me. And I shouldn’t.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” Her face is soft, and so are her eyes, and you feel like you could cry.
“Maybe that’s why I don’t let people in.” You shrug, your lips twisting at an attempt to hold back your emotions, because you’re supposed to be happy.
You’re the bubbly, soft spoken, secretive intern that nobody knew anything about.
“Well you let me in. And I'd never walk all over you.” She gives your elbow a soft squeeze, and you look back up to her. “I promise that.”
“I appreciate that.”
You’re quiet for a long time, standing in front of the ambulance bay, just watching each other. The soft blow of the wind sends chills down your neck, but you make no attempt at moving.
Cassie gives you a soft smile, her dimples making an appearance, before her eyes look down to your arm, muttering a small apology after she removes it.
You bite the inside of your cheek to hold yourself back from saying something stupid.
“Let me drive you home.” She gives you no room for protest. Not that you would. You were beyond exhausted, and you knew she would be quicker than the bus, so you settled on a nod.
You walk beside her towards her car, the only thing heard is the sound of sirens in the distance and the occasional beeping of a horn.
It’s nice, the familiarity of it.
“Have things gotten better? Between you and her?” She asks to break the silence, pulling her side of the door open, sliding into the driver's seat. She pulls her seatbelt on as you slide in yourself.
“Yeah.” You nod once, not very convincing. “As good as it could get.”
“Mhm.” Cassie doesn’t pressure further.
“Thanks for driving me home.” You rest your head against the seat, head tilting towards the window to watch the city pass by.
“Of course.” Her voice comes out soft, and you can picture the way her face looks. Eyebrows pulled together, making her face effortlessly soft and warm, a small smile pulling her expression together. “It’s not a problem for me.”
“Okay.” You say.
“If you ever.. need anything.. don’t be afraid to ask.” You can feel her watch you at the red lights, but you keep staring out the window, afraid of what you’d do if you looked back.
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!
Your Cassie fics are a work of art
thank you so much! i appreciate all the love and support on my fics!
waitttt the mom’s best friend trope with dana as the mom and cassie as the love interest is so tea!! i would love to see more 😩🤍🤍
be a good girl — c. mckay
cassie mckay x fem!evans!reader
word count: 12.2k
summary: you go to the beach with your mom and her best friend cassie every summer. this year, your mom forgot to take off until the last second, leaving you alone with cassie for half of the week.
warnings: smut MDNI (18+), soft dom!cassie, sub!reader, they lowkey also switch, fingering (cass + r), oral (cass + r), thigh riding (cass), face sitting, masturbating, dirty talk (?), swearing, pet names (good girl, baby, sweetheart), so much tension
a/n: never wrote something this long kinda nervy. also, i’m about to go on a trip so i wont post for a few days (besides one thing i have in my drafts) but i will keep writing!
https://x.com/worm4ugirl/status/2078130721873658239/video/1?s=46 when i saw this tweet, i immediately think about 🐢 recent thoughts request (about reader sulking and tease her)
how cassie looks when you’re apologizing to her naked…
a few hours ago, your girlfriend cassie was making dinner. she had asked you to help, so you were tasked with cutting vegetables. cassie got dragged away because harrison called her asking for robux. while she was gone, you cut your finger. you grabbed cassie’s favorite kitchen towel which she got on vacation in the bahamas a year ago. when cassie returned to the kitchen and saw that you were injured, she instantly snapped into doctor mode. luckily the cut wasn’t too bad, all it needed was a bandaid after the bleeding slowed. once cassie knew you were okay, the concerned girlfriend haze she was in started to clear, and she realized you had ruined her favorite towel. you could tell cassie was upset—she even directly said so—but she tried to brush it under the rug, not wanting you to feel bad about staining her favorite kitchen towel with your literal blood. still, she was frustrated, especially because there was a plain grey one beside the fancy one you used.
you felt horrible about it. even if cassie refused to be outright angry at you, you knew she was mad. you apologized several times and she dismissed you, insisting it’s fine when you know it’s not. she’s glad you’re okay, that’s her first priority, but she’s still ticked off that you ruined her expensive towel from a whole other country. so, to make it up to her, you decided to apologize again—this time with an extra treat.
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hihiii i just wanted to say that i missed your writing and i hope you’re doing well 💕
thank you so much! i’m doing well and i also missed writing! i’m getting back into the swing of things slowly. there is more to come :))
Omg i sent you the recent ask abt reader sulking!! Can i be 🐢 for you anon ask?? Alsooo i have one! Sent this to a bunch of my fav writers hereee and i wanted to send this to you too! Here it goes!
reader is jealous with mckay talking with victoria and reader did inform mckay abt it but mckay is a bit asshole and lowkey like seeing her baby jealous. So when reader saw mckay talking with victoria, and laugh out loud, reader is sulking so bad to the point she gave mckay a silent treatment throughout the shift.
So later when they're back in apartment, mckay sit on her designated place on their sofa just doing resting from the shift like usual. And reader plot a revenge by approaching mckay wearing nothing under her bathrobe. When she reached her, she kneel down, and rest her head on mckay's lap giving her the best fuck me eyes.
"You dont love me aren't you🥺?” then kiss mckays knee and just leave her alone by going to their bedroom. And mckay is going crazyyyyyy and you know what happened, (she said sorry and make it up for it)
why hello 🐢 <3
a new round of med students arrived at ptmc a week ago. one of them has been glued at your girlfriend cassie mckay’s side since then, tasked with teaching her. you and cassie have been together for over two years now, and you know she would never cheat on you. still, the sight of the pretty med student just a few years younger than you named victoria javadi laughing with and gaping at your girlfriend bothered you.
last night you told cassie that you were jealous. well, you didn’t actually use the word jealous, but cassie got the jist…
Hii I was wondering if I could maybe write about Cassie and reader having their first time, but reader has really bad past experiences with sex so Cassie checks on her & reassures the entire time ? If ur comfortable writing something like this of course :)
thoughtful — c. mckay
cassie mckay x shy!reader
summary: cassie knows of your past sexual encounters and makes it her sole mission to make you comfortable.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: smut MDNI (18+), the past in question isn’t actually explained nor in depth, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, showering together, cassie mckay dimple worship (im obsessed with them), soft sex, fluff
ex wife reader who has a panic attack and no one can calm you down. even dana is struggling. i just imagine santos being like “can we just fucking get mckay already?”
and everyone’s like :/ and look at you to see a reaction from the mention of cassie and you just let out a sob and nod
once cassie’s there i imagine a “jesus christ what happened?”
cassie dropping a “shhh it’s okay baby” she realizes she’d not called you baby in… a long time. and you curl into her and she’s just questioning everything
🫰🏻
idk about the timeline or the age gap of cassie and r so just use your imaginations 😂
you and cassie have always acted professional towards each other at work. no one knew that you two have dated, or once married for that matter. except dana who was mckay's confidant and santos, your work best friend.
in your defense, the whole thing was a whirlwind romance. you and cassie got married in a chapel in vegas during a conference week, both stone cold sober. you both loved each other before you really got to know each other, which you both realized wasn't as romantic as you thought and caused a lot of misunderstandings and miscommunications and a lot of hurt in the end.
but if anybody asked if you'd change your decision, you would lie and say yes.
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purple lace bra
“i think you’ve been teasing me more than enough, don’t you?” cassie says. you’ve been on facetime for over an hour.
you’ve been teasing her non stop. you’re wearing a lacy set of underwear under your clothes, the purple lace of your bra poking through your tank top. you pulled your tank down slightly again, exposing the lace sitting on your cleavage.
“mm, i don’t think so, dr mckay”
her breath hitched at that, and you could see it. she adjusted herself on her seat a little.
“get those clothes off for me. don’t make me ask you twice” she commands.
you want to continue your little show, but also could never deny her. besides, you wanted to see her reaction to your new set, you were wrapped like a gift in purple lace.
you pull your tank top over your head slowly, your boobs spilling out of your bra a little as you do. you look at her on the screen. she’s got the cockiest grin on her face as her tongue dances lightly on her bottom lip.
you play up to it, pressing your boobs together and fingering the top of your bra, exposing the nipples.
she can’t believe you’re hers. she wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless into the mattress. she drinks in the sight of your perfect form, all for her.
"show me the rest. come on, pretty girl. touch yourself for me" she rasps.
you oblige, moving the laptop screen down. you'd only been wearing the tank top and your underwear. you show her your matching purple lace thong, the sheer material showing off how wet you are.
she bites her lip at the sight. "you bad girl. show me how you touch that pretty pussy"
you gasp as you slide your hand down into your thong, circling your clit with your fingers.
cassie doesn't avert her eyes once.
"that's it baby, you're doing so good for me. missing me this much, huh? you have to tease me like a little brat?" she grins, watching as her words have an effect. your fingers move faster and your sounds get a little louder.
"cassie- please- i need you" you whine. she chuckles softly, seeing how close you are.
"stop" she says. she only has to say it once. fuck. you remove your hand slowly from your pussy, whimpering at the loss of friction and feeling desperate.
"bad girls don't get to cum that easily. you can wait until i get home”.
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is this a sick joke??? i’m gonna be plunged into insomnia now because of this. fiona ur so annoying (love u so bad but PLEASE)
drunk texting cassie that she’s hot >>>>
🥐 maybe even a voice message omg
this is the funniest thing at 2:30 in the morning
Hi, how are you? I'd like to request a Samira Monah storyline similar to the one about Cassie, where people think they're dating but they're not, in the end they are. Please.
more than you know -- samira mohan
samira mohan x fem!r2!reader
word count: 5.2k
summary: five times people think you’re dating and the one time you are
warnings: swearing, not really much, for once there’s no age gap guys, drinking idk, it’s been a while be kind
a/n: holy shit it’s been a while. hi everyone i’m alive requests are closed right now but im gonna do my best to work through the rest of what i have halfway written (both for cass) and some of the requests. thank you for those who are still here and hi anyone who’s new here.
—21. Professor! Cassie Mckay x Fem! Reader
Warnings : NSFW, MDNI, academic power dynamics, oral sex, long ahh fic ahead, tried a new writing style
— Professor Cassie McKay is known for her unyielding standards and uncompromising discipline. “Leave my class if you haven’t brought your mind with you,” she often says, a warning few dare to test. An anatomy professor whose name alone unsettles even the most confident medical students, she has become a figure both respected and avoided. Across the university, her reputation precedes her.
It’s safe to say, judging by the way you shrink into yourself during her class, angling your body just enough to hide behind your blockmate’s head whenever her gaze begins its slow, deliberate sweep—that you are, quite thoroughly, terrified of Professor McKay. And this is coming from someone who actually loves medicine. On a good day, even. Unfortunately, her class has a remarkable talent for turning even your most motivated mornings into something faintly resembling academic despair.
so i’m sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth for a few months but i am back and im going to start writing again. give me some time to finish this samira fic i promised a long time again and i will get back to my cassie series and other fics trust me!! for now, requests are closed, but when i get caught up i will open them back up
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night out - cassie mckay x reader
synopsis: you're feeling just a bit too drunk and the most recent person you texted was cassie. surely she wouldn't mind picking you up? content: fluff, alcohol, drinking, confessions, kissing, wlw, being drunk, driving, established flirting, cuteness!!!!!! word count: 2.3k author's note: first cassie fic let's gooooo
its the second day of pride month and i STILL havent been fucked freaky style by cassie mckay. is this a joke.
