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i love cassie who knows she shouldn't want to fuck a med student 20+ years her junior, but oh boy it gets her wet thinking about it. cant help it when she gets home some evenings, slipping a hand under her waistband to tease herself as she thinks about the 20 year old
cant help but wonder what she'd be like in bed, inexperienced thats for sure, she's sure she can feel herself clench at that thought. big doe eyes looking up at her for guidance, or maybe down at her, cassie's head between her thighs, coaxing sweet sounds out of her, no, no don't be embarassed vadi, let me hear you, does this feel good? yeah, baby, tell me
or maybe vic would have an attitude, a little bratty, mouth set in a pout as she talks back, maybe cassie would have to take her over her lap, spank her a little until she was compliant, crying even, panties soaked in between her reddend ass cheeks, and cassie could slip them to one side, tutting, this was supposed to be a punishment, look at you, practically dripping
cassie cums hard on her own fingers, chest heaving and with that sick thrill of guilt in her chest that always makes her orgasms that much better
cassie who has all these little "mom habits" that come out for victoria,,,, pinching or squeezing her cheeks when she does something cute, or licking her thumb to get something off of victoria's face,,,, apologizing with god, sorry, kid, I'm such a mom sometimes,,,,, victoria feeling like an icky icky pervert for how fucking wet it makes her :P
cause i just knowwww cassie loves to sit and watch her girls touching each other
i typed this on my phone at work (for legal reasons that’s a joke) so sorry for lack of capitalisation or spelling :D
inc. mccrashtos | smut
victoria and trinity are already kneeling on the bed, their mouths crashing together in wet and sloppy kisses, hands shoving and tugging at their waistbands.
victoria's got one thigh pressed between trinity's legs, grinding slow and dirty while trinity yanks her top higher, palming her tits with her hands. they're both breathing hard with their hips rolling, clothes still mostly on - just enough shoved down and rucked up to make it filthy.
cassie knew that was for her benefit. she'd told them both about the appeal of getting off while still half-dressed. about how desperate it looks to need to come before you can even get your own panties down. just thinking about it now was getting her wetter.
she's sprawled in the chair off to the side, legs spread, one hand palming herself through her jeans in firm but lazy strokes. she loves the rough drag of denim against her cunt, the thick seam always catching just right every time she rocks up into her palm.
she doesn't say a word, that's not her place here. cassie's here just to watch. and that she does, with dark and hungry eyes, letting out the occassional low groan and breathy little moan whenever they rut against each other harder. her girls are so needy and desperate for any touch.
trinity shoves victoria's pants lower on her hips, her fingers slipping inside soaked panties out of view. cassie can only imagine the sight, which has her tipping her head back with a shaky breath.
she thinks of what colour victoria’s panties are likely to be. a pretty shade of purple, no doubt. she thinks of how wet and glistening trinity’s fingers must be as they run through the slick there. she must be soaked. she thinks about how they’re enjoying each other without even a mere inkling of attention being spared in her direction.
“ah, fuck, trin-“ victoria’s own head starts to tip as she nods in a series of yeses before wrapping both arms around the back of trinity’s neck.
cassie presses her hand harder against herself as victoria gasps into trinity's mouth - her fingers clearly filling her up. cassie's seen how good trinity's fingers look stuffed inside victoria, pumping in and out.
she's a little sad to not be able to indulge in the sight right now. but having no control over what she’s allowed to see is all part of the fun.
she savours the feeling of watching them like she’s not supposed to be. like cassie is perving on some couple in their own home.
as trinity's arm starts to move faster, victoria's hips jerk to keep up with the motion. her brows are furrowed in pleasure, or frustration - cassie's not entirely sure. all she does know is the small, breathy pants leaving victoria's mouth sound fucking incredible. so incredible that cassie lets out a deep sigh of her own.
it's loud enough that if she really were an unwelcome guest, her position would be given up immediately.
victoria can't help herself at hearing it, she looks over to cassie. and she flushes as she lets the voyeuristic thoughts cloud her mind:
she can see you, she can see all of this happening to you, and she’s sat there enjoying herself while she watches you get fucked by two- oh,fuck- three of trinity’s fingers.
cassie's sat there, practically manspreading, her mouth parted with her tongue one second from falling out past her lips. she's panting so hard that victoria can see the rise and fall of her chest despite the distance between them. she may as well be fucking drooling.
victoria tears her eyes away. she knows the rules, when cassie's in that chair it's supposed to be like she's not even in the room. but fuck, it's hard when she can feel her stare burning into them, thick and heavy, every new low groan going straight between her legs.
and trinity's fingers are buried so deep inside her, pumping slick and steady with her thumb rubbing tight little circles over victoria's clit. it was such a practiced movement by now that trinity must've known she would be close in no time.
victoria's hips stutter, a broken whimper slipping out as she grinds down harder on trinity's hand, her own fingers shoving forward into trinity's open jeans to return the favour. she hoped it would be a welcome distraction, maybe slow trinity’s movements down a little so she could drag this whole scenario out longer.
victoria's sorely fucking mistaken. it seems the fingers she's sloppily circling on trinity's clit only seem to spur her on more. and trinity's whiny little moans are only tumbling victoria closer to the edge.
victoria bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle her own sounds, desperate to hear more of trinity's. her little fuck's and ah-ah's always sound so slutty, no matter how hard or soft she's being fucked. victoria could probably come from just listening to trinity alone.
they're both so wet that the sounds are obscene. cassie's breathing gets rougher from the chair. another low moan rumbles out of her as she watches trinity's hips roll, her own hand pressing firmer against the fabric of her jeans, rubbing in time with every thrust. the rough denim drags perfectly over her swollen clit and her thighs twitch apart wider.
trinity bites at victoria's neck, fingers curling to find her most sensitive spots, and victoria allows herself to moan loud, fucking her own hips onto trinity's hand.
cassie's chest is heaving, her eyes half-lidded and glued to the way trinity's arm flexes and victoria's thighs shake. she's aware of how she looks here, getting off on watching the two of them get each other off.
but god, she doesn't even fucking care. if wanting to sit and watch the two of them fuck each other like this condemned her to some kind of hell, she'd go gladly.
victoria feels herself getting close, clenching around trinity's fingers, and she buries her face in trinity's shoulder, muffling her sounds as they both chase it faster. she's depserately trying to keep up with her own fingers, but trinity just feels so good.
“please, don't stop,” victoria breathes, forehead pressed to trinity's, both of them panting and fucking into each other with messy strokes and frantic motions.
trinity returns a small whine, her hips bucking involuntarily, “harder,” she pleads as victoria's fingers rub tight circles over her clit.
victoria’s trying to press her fingers harder to give more pressure, but it's so difficult when trinity’s so wet. victoria's fingers are slipping and missing their rhythm a few times, but she's getting there. circling with added pressure as trinity wants and pathetically responding, “mmhm,”
“you're so wet,” trinity pants, fingers pumping faster. “you gonna come for me?”
victoria nods frantically, whimpering “please, please-“ right before her thighs clamp tight around trinity's hand. she’s already there.
she comes with a muffled moan against trinity's shoulder, and trinity follows right after, grinding down with a desperate “fuck, vic-“ as the rush of her orgasm spills out of her.
they stay overlapping each other on the bed, breathing hard. victoria dares a glance over at cassie, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips. cassie's still looking at them with those eyes.
trinity follows her gaze and lets out a soft breathless laugh. “she looks so fucking desperate over there... do you think she'll come from that?”
and cassie doesn't answer, knows the question isn’t for her despite the yes waiting on her tongue.
she just lets out a wrecked and broken groan as her hand speeds up, palming herself through the denim still. the sight of both of them looking at her like that, flushed and satisfied and disheveled.
and as victoria looks cassie right in the eye, the most mischievous smile breaks across her face. “yeah... she'll come.”
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It’s almost 2040, and ER Attending — currently acting Chief, God help her — Cassie McKay is going to either set fire to the rigs in the ambulance bay, or drink her 6th cup of coffee so fast that it burns her throat, maybe pick smoking back up.
She knows which option is worse for her blood pressure… arguably. But she also doesn’t want a new line on her rap sheet for the first time in 17 years, either.
God. She needs to fucking retire. They have it planned and everything. Three more years.
“Fuck!” she kicks a trash can as she walks by it, as hot coffee dribbles down her chin. Two patient deaths and one child abuse case, and it was only 11am.
Perlah looks at her over the rim of her new reading glasses from central. The look is so reminiscent of Dana that her chest aches. But she pushes it down. Promises herself to actually, truly visit St. Mary’s soon. Bring a little broom, and fresh flowers.
“Do I need to call your wife down, Cassie?” Perlah asks. Cassie chuckles a little listlessly, “I don’t need a psych consult. Just for Baran to come back from her research sabbatical. And maybe a cigarette.”
She shouldn’t be thinking about smoking twice in under ten minutes. Damn it.
She relents, sounding a little pathetic: “but maybe you can page her and remind her of our lunch plans? We packed something for you and Princess and Emma, too. It’s all in the fridge. She’s really into meal prepping this month.”
“Always a sweetheart, that one,” the charge nurse beams, dialing up to psychiatry quick as she can.
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Victoria McKay - though she still uses Javadi at the hospital - tucks into a large chicken and rice bowl, loosening the tight bun in her hair with her free hand. She smiles easily when her wife comes bursting in, ten minutes behind schedule.
“I don’t have long - “ Cassie starts. Victoria stands, making a shushing sound and kissing her softly on the lips.
“What else is new?” she rolls her eyes, leading the older woman to a chair and pushing their lunch over to her, “I ate my half, your turn.”
Victoria as usual, left her a little bit extra. She looks up gratefully, deep crows feet crinkling around her eyes, “you sure?”
Victoria only scoffs and waves the question off. Stays standing behind Cassie and begins rubbing at the knots in her slumped shoulders.
“Perlah says you were being a nightmare.”
“Mm,” around a bite of food, chewing quickly, and then Cassie says “just miss you. Wanna be on vacation again.”
She leans further back against Victoria’s talented hands, finishes lunch within five minutes and stands, somewhat regretfully.
As they part at the door, Cassie turns back and lifts a finger in a joking “a-ha!” sort of way, as if she’s only just remembered a question.
“Hey, what’s your take on arson, by the way?”
Victoria giggles, sounding in her 20s again. Something that only Cassie can pull out of her.
“I’ll have no part in it. In fact, I’d have Harrison drive all the way from Philly to bail you out.”
“No fun.” Cassie looks around the hall and takes three quick strides back towards Victoria. Pecks her on the lips. “love you.”
“I love you too. Go,” Victoria laughs, shoving her back playfully.
“Ow, my hip!” she hears her wife joke, but shes already turning the corner to the elevator, to head back up to the third floor.
it’s vic who starts it and continues it and pushes it and cassie could stop it at any moment but god it turns her on in a way she’ll never ever examine
vic calling her mom, whining it in bed, sometimes interspersed with long drawn out whines of mommy but sometimes just that- mom, mom please let me cum, m-mom deeper, harder, more
vic who tells a cashier when cassie is handing over her credit card that her mom always spoils her, who buys cassie a fucking mother’s day card, signs it love, your favorite daughter
vic who pouts and asks cassie when she’s feeling bratty, what are you gonna do, mom? put me in a time out and god she’s been pushing it all day, winding cassie up, digging and digging and digging, waiting to cassie to snap, bend me over your knee, maybe? but you’d probably like that too much wouldn’t you, pervert.
she’s grabbing vic by the wrist, tight enough she can feel all the bones in the dainty little thing, dragging her through her apartment towards the bedroom and pushing her onto the bed
grateful the pair of them had been lazing around today, as she shucks off the boxers she’d been wearing, leaves the white vest on, then she’s tugging vic to the foot of the bed, enough that her head just starts to dip over it
you’re soaked, vic says a little mean, taunting up to the last second, and cassie lowers her cunt onto vic’s mouth, who at the last moment has the instinct to stick out her tongue and cassie groans lowly
the steady roll of her hips as she smears her slick across vic’s face, uncaring whether the girl can actually find an angle to eat her out effectively, no this is about showing vic what happens when she runs her mouth
taught you better than this, good- fuck- good daughters know not to talk to their mom’s like you do, vic’s hands scrabbling up against cassie’s thighs, cassie yanks them down, presses them against the bed, leaning her weight further forward and fucking vic’s face properly now.
vic squirming beneath her, cassie relinquishes her grip on one of vic’s wrists in favor of rucking up vic’s sleep shirt, pinching harshly at her now exposed nipples, and vic is moaning against her cunt freely, cassie has worked out a rhythm now that lets her grind against vic’s outstretched tongue and chin. she’s been so fucking worked up all day that she really doesn’t think it’ll take much for her to cum
she can see vic’s hips canting up in little jerks looking for some contact, tsks in faux sympathy, poor baby, you could’ve cum too, if you’d been good, mom would’ve used your favorite strap, but you were so naughty, show me you know what your mouth is actually for and maybe i’ll reconsider
cassie cums hard a few minutes later, soaking vic’s face, drawing upright chest heaving as vic pants on the bed, you’re fucked up, using your own daughter to get you off
and cassie laughs because vic is a mess, face and chest covered in cassie, it’s even soaked into the collar of her shirt, and she’s still mouthy, insolent
decides there’s only one thing for it, climbs onto the bed herself and flips vic onto her stomach, shimmying her panties down just enough to plunge two fingers inside her with no warning and sets off a punishing pace
vic’s hands are clawing at the bedsheets so tight cassie won’t be surprised if she’s managed to tear them, leans down low and close by vic’s ear, this what you needed baby, just some attention from mom, you could’ve just asked me you know? i’ve always got time for my precious angel, laughs meanly when she feels vic clench down hard on her fingers at those words
Thinking about how in 1x11 the daughter of the Hepitatis mom tells Mckay and Javadi that her mom was a drug user but quit the day she found out she was pregnant and Victoria tells her that "she sounds like a good mom" and Mckay smiles to herself AND THEN Mckay goes to the break room and tells Chloe that she is a damn good mom. Mckay tells her this after hearing Javadi call their patient a good mom!!!! She got that validation and reassurance from Victoria!!!!!
Trinity’s only ever had jealous, possessive partners, before Baran. It was toxic for her, because she has an (ultimately harmless) wandering eye, and a high libido. Usually has little crushes on all her friends.
This caused fights with her ex girlfriends- hell, even her ex situationships. But Baran gets off on it. Enjoys teasing her girlfriend while she’s three fingers inside her like,
“I saw you flirting with Victoria earlier,” thrusts deeper, making Trinity cry out, “do you think she could fuck you like this, dear one?”
“N-no,” Trinity whines, digging her heels into the mattress.
“You’re curious though, aren’t you?” Directly into Trinity’s ear.
Trinity nods, unashamed, nearly knocking her chin against Baran’s.
“So naughty, my filthy thing.”
Trinity gasps, “yours! Close.”
“Do you think her Dr. McKay would fuck you too, or just watch?”
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i think it’s vic that initiates more of the kinkier stuff, cassie always so worried about overstepping, always so grateful that she gets to have vic at all
and in the grand scheme of things vic has fantasized about, read about on various late night ao3 binges, this is is basically missionary under the covers with the lights off to her
but cassie’s hands are tied to the headboard, feet tied to the end of the bed, strapped up and torturously watching vic work her way up and down the length of it. she’s been going for what feels like hours, although she knows it can’t be more than a singular hour, knows vic has been close to the edge a few times and has purposefully slowed down to stop herself from tumbling over
when vic’s legs need a rest she periodically slips off the toy and lays next to cassie, one hand reaching down to play with herself to keep herself close, the other stroking cassie’s strap, grinding the base of it against her clit with the same sort of focused attention she shows to a particular complicated procedure in the hospital
and then when she’s ready, will swing a leg back over cassie and slip the strap back into her. cassie isn’t sure if the moaning is gratuitous for her sake or not and she doesn’t really care. her own muscles aching from tugging at her binds. please vadi, baby, just let me touch you, wanna make you feel good, don’t i always make you feel good?
vic huffs out a laugh between her panting, looks down at cassie in a way that makes her feel pathetic but also sets her alight, i’ve already got your cock inside me, what more do you want, so greedy
before…lifting herself up til just the tip is notched in her entrance and slamming her hips back down, working furiously as cassie strains and whines and begs to be involved
vic cums with a cry, body bowing over, hair curtaining her face, cassie can feel vic’s thighs trembling on the outside of her own, can see the gush of wet when vic lifts off the strap, rolls over to catch her breath next to cassie
vic if you don’t untie me right now, i might die cassie complains and vic coordinates her body enough to undo the wrist restrains, lets cassie do her ankles, yelps when cassie manhandles her sore, spent body, diving down to mouth at her puffy clit, holding vic’s hips still with a strong forearm, mumbling to herself about how evil she is, keeping her away from this pussy
Caregiver! Cassie McKay and Little!Victoria Javadi
- Cassie is honestly the perfect match for Victoria. She’s easygoing, patient, and emotionally steady in a way that balances out how anxious Vic can get, both little and big. Cassie never makes her feel rushed, embarrassed, or “too much,” which ends up meaning everything to Victoria.
- Cassie calls Victoria "bunny” so naturally at this point that Vic sometimes forgets it’s not actually her name.
“C’mere, bunny.”
“There’s my girl.”
“You okay, bun?”
- Victoria tends to regress really young compared to most of the Pitt littles, usually somewhere around 2-4, which means Cassie ends up doing a lot more hands-on caregiving than she expected at first.
- Victoria LOVES coloring. She’ll absolutely annihilate an entire coloring book in under a week if nobody stops her. Cassie learns very quickly that the easiest way to calm Vic down is to quietly sit beside her and color too.
- Half of Cassie's apartment ends up covered in coloring pages because Cassie refuses to throw any of them away.
- Victoria is obsessed with Barbie movies, Littlest Pet Shops, Polly Pockets, and anything tiny enough to fit in her hands. Cassie has absolutely stepped on a Polly Pocket shoe barefoot before and nearly ascended to another plane of existence.
- Vic's comfort cartoons are things like Little Bear, Franklin, Max & Ruby, and old Strawberry Shortcake DVDs. Cassie eventually memorizes entire episodes without meaning to.
- Victoria has a tendency to go completely nonverbal when she regresses to a younger age, especially if she’s overwhelmed or anxious. Cassie handles it in the gentlest way possible by turning everything into little games instead of pressuring her to talk.
“Okay, bunny, are we feeling goldfish crackers or applesauce today? Point at your winner.”
- Cassie gets very good at reading Victoria’s body language over time. The tiny pout means overwhelmed. Tugging on sleeves means uppies. Rubbing her eyes means she’s about five minutes away from passing out.
- Vic is the clingiest baby alive when she’s little. If Cassie stands up for even two seconds, suddenly there’s a tiny sleepy Victoria following after her, dragging a blanket behind her.
“Bunny, I’m literally just getting water.”
Tiny sniffle. “Oh.”
- Victoria cries very easily while regressed, but not dramatically. She just gets watery-eyed and heartbroken-looking over tiny things, and Cassie folds instantly every single time.
- Cassie becomes terrifyingly good at calming panic attacks or meltdowns before they fully hit.
- Victoria absolutely loves sitting in Cassie’s lap while Cassie does pretty much anything. Watching TV, scrolling on her phone, folding laundry, Vic just wants to be held while it happens.
- Cassie is also one of the only people who can consistently get Victoria to eat when she’s regressed and anxious because she never pushes too hard. She’ll just casually slide snacks closer over time until Vic starts nibbling on them absentmindedly.
- Bath time becomes a huge comfort for Victoria because Cassie makes it feel safe instead of overwhelming. Warm water, soft towels fresh from the dryer, and quickly washing her hair while Cassie talks the entire time, softly.
- Victoria gets extremely attached to praise from Cassie because of how gentle she is with it.
“You did so well for me, bunny.”
And suddenly, Vic’s hiding her face because she’s trying not to cry over being praised for something small.
- Cassie secretly loves how affectionate Victoria gets when she’s little. Vic's hands are constantly reaching for her, and her sleepy cuddles heal something in Cassie a little, too.
convincing cassie to buy bigger and bigger straps, and cassie first and foremost is always sooo concerned about hurting her girl but fuck, if she doesn’t also get off on seeing the obscene stretch of it all, watching the wet seam of her girl have to let her in
cassie’s hand pressing down firmly on her lower belly, for the first time since they started this little experiment she realizes she can feel the strap from the outside
that feel better, all stuffed full now, hmmm, a barely there circle of her hips and vic keens at the feeling, needed something in you to stretch you open, cmon baby, look here, give me your hand, feel how deep i am inside of you
emotional cheating mcvadi😍😍😍😍😍 both seeing people but they can't stop giving each other goo goo eyes, cassie letting vic stay over after she babysits wayyyy more than she should, even cuddling on the couch together after a particularly hard shift with cassie desperately trying to convince herself her feelings for vic are purely maternal.
Ultimately, Cassie McKay’s life was a cosmic joke. She’d just returned from her 4th or 5th - who’s counting, not her, that’s a little desperate - date with her handsome former 4th of July patient, had kissed him as he held her by the hips up against his impressive car…
And now, standing in her living room doorway watching Victoria sleep on her couch, mouth open and thin t-shirt riding up…she was aroused.
She tried to convince herself it was a delayed effect from an objectively good make-out.
But they didn’t really have chemistry like that. He was nice, and she figured she’d eventually sleep with him to break the dry spell….
Victoria let out a little moan in her sleep, and one of her knees dropped open, exposing even more skin under her sleep shorts. Skin dangerously close to somewhere forbidden.
Yep. Nothing about Cassie was dry right now. She was going to pass out, probably. Would die and go to hell when she hit the floor, perhaps. Needed to move, to wake up Victoria and get her to leave, or run upstairs like she saw nothing and go to bed, definitely.
She went with running away, because of course she did. Peaking into Harrison’s bedroom to triple check he was safe before closing her bedroom door.
Staring at her ceiling as her hand repeatedly trailed down towards, and ripped away from her aching core.
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“Oh um, I can’t tonight, sorry!” Victoria quickly replied to Mateo, her boyfriend of 3-months now, before continuing to type away on her phone in the break room.
“Then why are you smiling? You seem happy about it… I just miss ya, y’know?”
Victoria schooled her features, put her phone away guiltily and looked him.
“I know. I really am, sorry. Cassie just has me babysitting again…”
“Mhm. Sure.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, nothing, just starting to seem like I’m dating someone with a kid.”
Victoria didn’t know why the bitter sentence gave her a little thrill. But she also didn’t have time to process it. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she waited until Mateo all but stormed away to look at - and heart react - to a stupid “thank you” gif McKay had sent.
eating Victoria out while she’s on her period. Poor thing is having cramps and you read something on the internet that stimulation down there during that time of the month is actually very healthy and helps with cramps. So after coaxing her out of her pants, laying a towel beneath her so nothing stains the bed leaving her only in her underwear. You try to ignore the way your mouth waters and thighs clench seeing the wings of her pad. She clenches her thighs seeing how hungry you are for her.
Rubbing her thighs you lean down, moving her shirt to kiss her lower tummy. Victoria bites her lip, those expressive little eyebrows of her go up and she closes her eyes, trying to hold her breath. You pull her underwear off tossing them off to the side without a care in the world. You admire her bloody pussy, the way her lips part ever so slightly so you can see her blood coated clit. She goes to sit up and you push her down, hand clutched around her shirt, trying so had to control yourself.
You prod open her cunt, her blood already coating your fingers, you push you face closer entranced with her perfectly mess cunny. She covers her face in embarrassment. You coo at her, your warm breath fanning against her making her jump;
“ooo don’t be embarrassed baby it’s natural now stay still while mommy takes care of her sweet girl.”
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give me robby and cassie antagonising over their crushes on whitaker and javadi and the hr reporting worthy age gap, give me a smug abbot who thinks and acts like his age gap (that's probably only three-ish years smaller) with mohan is infinitely better
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