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— ♡ cassie mckay x !injured reader (wc: 700+)

tags: ankle sprained! reader, youre lowkey an overthinker who try to run away from her thoughts. established relationship, cassie calling you honey, soft caring cassie, physical/emotional comfort, suggestive on the end !

a/n: this took longer than i intend to (i got distracted). its supposed to be a drabble, but I got carried away so now its a ficlet? lol. tagging: @interviewwiththemermaid bc u req cassie ^^

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when real people do kink in real life, you gotta do all that good out-of-scene stuff like discuss boundaries, set limits and expectations, check in with each other, do aftercare, et cetera et cetera et cetera... but in fiction, everything can be in-scene!

the people in that fanfic don't exist any more than, like, the make-believe sexy football star and make-believe sexy cheerleader in a couple's roleplay exist. that couple doesn't need to get into character and then pretend to be a sexy football star having an important consent conversation with a sexy cheerleader, because that's a conversation that's already happened out-of-scene and out-of-character. (i mean, if you're into in-character negotiations, chase your bliss.) when they're in that scene, they can just pretend to be a sexy football star having sex with a sexy cheerleader. that's okay.

when i say in fiction, everything is in-scene, i mean that the fiction IS the scene.

if someone went up to their partner and said "hey, wouldn't it be sexy if we pretended you were manipulating and controlling me in an unethical way for sex reasons?", and then they talked through all the good and necessary consent and risk-awareness things, and then they played that scene out - that's a made-up scenario where pretend bad things happen, but no real-world people come to real-world harm, right?

now, if someone writes a story where one character manipulates and controls another in an unethical way for sex reasons... that, too, is a made-up scenario where pretend bad things happen, but no real-world people come to real-world harm.

CW : stalker behavior / unhealthy power imbalance , cassie is a huge creep in this because i say so :^(

perv!cassie who accidentally takes a photo of victoria while taking her phone out at work and means to delete it, but when she goes to do so later, she just ends up staring at the picture like she can somehow make it clearer, inexplicably frustrated that it’s blurry. she doesn’t delete it.

perv!cassie who, this time intentionally, snaps a descreet photo of victoria while they’re both rushing their lunch in the break room. the room is so chaotic that no one notices. cassie feels a mixture of shame and satisfaction when she checks it and sees that vic is licking a crumb off the corner of her mouth, tongue poking out.

perv! cassie, who quickly spirals into taking dozens of stealthy pictures of victoria whenever they’re on the same shift— zoomed in from across the floor, seated at a desk, there are even a fair amount of a sleeping vic because the younger girl takes to napping on the break room couch in the evenings when she’s too tired to leave yet. it’s like she’s asking for cassie to creep on her, curled up like a tired puppy, none the wiser to the growing collection of photos of her on cassie’s phone.

perv! cassie who spends hours just scrolling through this collection and fantasizing about vic’s expressions or positions in entirely inappropriate contexts, wishing she had the nerve and the ability to make them a reality. for a while, she’s mostly content with just the photos. the satisfaction comes from a mixture of her own imagination and the knowledge that vic is unaware of any of it. there’s something in the inherently violating nature of it that cassie becomes addicted to. she feels utterly disgusting for it but she’s in deep and doesn’t have the will to delete even the more grainy images. she thinks vic looks precious in all of them.

perv! cassie who walks in on one of vic’s naps one evening and immediately pulls out her phone to capture the moment, but then her pager goes off and she sets her stuff down in a hurry to respond to the incoming trauma. she leaves her phone on the counter by the coffee pot, face-up and unlocked. vic startles awake when the door shuts behind cassie and drags herself to her feet, thinking she’ll chug some shitty caffeine to power through the drive home. she recognizes cassie’s phone and intends to just ignore it, but then she sees that it’s unlocked and the photo library is open on the selection of albums. she means to shut it off for cassie, really, but one of the album names catches her eye right before her thumb presses down on the power button— ‘vic 💜’. she freezes up, confused and alarmed. is this what she thinks it is? an entire album on dr. mckay’s phone dedicated to her? surely not. surely the nickname is in reference to someone else. but the color of the heart accompanying those three letters is like damning confirmation, and she clicks on it before she can consider it as an invasion of privacy. it’s locked and requires facial ID to access. this only disturbs and intrigues victoria more.

perv! cassie, who returns to the break room twenty minutes later to find victoria sitting at the table stiffly. “you okay, javadi—?” but she cuts herself off when she sees her phone in vic’s hands. the poor girl is fidgeting with the volume controls and her hands are trembling. cassie instantly understands based off the look on vic’s face that she’s been caught. her first instinct is to try and explain her way out of it or lie, but there’s really no point when vic looks at her. cassie is gone for the doe-like shock and anxiety in vic’s eyes. any resolve she had toward coyness vanishes.

perv! cassie, who approaches the table like a predator stalking cornered prey even though she’s the one who should feel cornered. “..you really shouldn’t go through people’s personal property.” as if cassie has any grounds to speak on respect, but vic doesn’t argue this point. instead, she holds up cassie’s phone, pinching a corner with her thumb and index finger like the device is corrosive. “why do you have a secret album of—of me?” she attempts to sound accusatory, maybe scorned, but she only comes off as feebly indignant. cassie has the nerve to grin as if this whole ordeal is at all amusing. to her, it is. aside from the initial panic of being found out, cassie is relieved to finally be able to openly express her perversions. the only concern now is ensuring that vic doesn’t get any ideas about reporting her to HR. cassie can’t stomach the thought of everyone knowing just how gross she is; she’s worked too hard to cleanse her reputation and victoria is not about to fuck it up. she stops beside vic’s chair and plucks her phone from her, tucking it into her pocket casually and shrugging. “you’re photogenic.” a lame excuse if there ever was one. vic finds the courage to scowl but cassie isn’t even a little intimidated. she braces a hand on the edge of the table and leans in, slow and deliberate, so that vic has no choice but to crane her neck to maintain eye contact. “take the compliment, victoria,” she murmurs it and the sudden drop in her tone sends a chill down vic’s spine, “i mean it. i could stare at your pretty face for hours.” she snorts a little, just to herself, “i have, actually.” she reaches out and traces a finger along vic’s cheekbone, which is tense with what is steadily turning into genuine fear. vic should pull away. she knows she should. cassie is freaking her out, they’re completely alone in the break room, and she’s seen cassie subdue feral patients enough to bet that she’d be overpowered if things got physical. all she has is her current ability to get up, to leave, to call out for someone, to just pull away. but vic doesn’t. for reasons that have everything to do with her own fantasies (and let’s be real, her raging mommy issues), victoria can’t shake off the same curiosity that urged her to touch cassie’s phone in the first place.

perv! cassie, who thinks vic looks absolutely adorable with her eyebrows all scrunched and her lips set in a pout. she can’t help herself and pulls her phone back out of her pocket to snap a photo, her hand under vic’s chin to angle her head the way cassie wants it. “for later,” it’s a mocking explanation, “when the real thing isn’t right in front of me, you know?”

can anyone hear me ? can anyone see me and hear me ? if ur into this idea lmk and i might elaborate or even make it a fic as a treat ..

-💕

tugging on the strings of her jacket, twirling one around your finger while you whine out, "don't you wanna feel how warm and tight i am, daddy? i'm aching for you."

slapping her butchcock on your tongue and moaning about loving daddy's cock <3

moaning out "daddy" over and over while she makes you fuck yourself dumb on her strap <3 drooling and begging for "daddy" while her butchcock thrusts deep inside of you.

lying her down after work, whispering, "let me take care of you, daddy," as you undress her... massaging her shoulders and feet, grinding down on her strap bulge while kissing her, placing her hands above her head so you can lean down and nibble on her biceps. cassie, who tells you to bite down on daddy's biceps harder because she needs it...cassie, who tells you that you always know how to make daddy feel better @__@

sending cassie voice messages at work, calling her daddy, saying how much you miss her...sending daddy naughty pictures that she touches her butchcock to, recording videos of you in her t-shirts as you touch yourself <3

accidentally calling cassie daddy for the first time because she's fucking you soooo good. it just flies out of your mouth. cassie, who's so shocked that she stops her movements. you're flushed, so red and embarrassed and humiliated because you think she's mad. but she tells you to repeat it, begs for it when you sit there, all surprised. she's never thought about calling herself that, or even you calling her that, but she loves it. she's so turned on. thinking about her grunting and moaning pathetically when you call her daddy...she turns into putty when you call her daddy.

tugging on cassie's braid while you fuck her from behind, grunting out, "am i fucking you good, daddy?"

begging butch cassie to get you pregnant with twins while she fucks you with her butchcock 🤤 riding her and trapping your knees against her sides while you moan about making her a daddy @__@

If you're interested or have been reading my "Emma gets passed around the Pitt ladies like a blunt" fic… Samira's chapter just went up!

Enjoy 😉❤️

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