Thicc Blankets

𝗯𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗵! 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 + 𝗴!𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗵!𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

butch cassie who loves it when you wear a skirt, she loves how easy it is for her to push her hand between your thighs and fuck you senseless, she'll do it anywhere, at home whilst youre doing dishes, in the car whilst she's driving or even under a table in public just because she can

butch cassie who buys you two of whatever clothes she gets you, one to rip off of you before she ruins you and another to be kept nice and pretty so you can wear it out and drive her crazy

butch cassie who had scratch marks all down her back from the pretty nails she pays for you to get done

butch cassie who holds your legs open with her hands as she eats you out, giving herself full access to your slick folds, or she'll hook your legs over her shoulder and wait for you to try and close your thighs around her head; she could die happy with your pussy as her last meal

butch cassie who always wears her strap under her clothes just in case she 'needs' to use it on you (she always does)

butch cassie who pulls your hair even if you've just got it done "I'll pay for them to fix it bunny.. just be a good girl for me"

butch cassie who makes it her personal kiss off all your lipstick every time you go out together

g!p butch cassie who doesn’t even bother taking off your cute lace panties before fucking you, pulling them to the side and lifting your hips as she pushes into you all the way to the hilt and doesnt stop until her creampie is dripping from your cunt then just pulls them back over like nothing happened.

g!p butch cassie who gets so turned on by how your thighs look in your skirt she grabs your hips, dryhumping against your ass until she cums in her boxers, forehead falling foreward against your shoulder blade, still grinding up against you.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ ⠀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐄𝐋 — ☆.ᐟ

⠀⠀( 𝐰 ) ══ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . ⠀⠀smut . biker!cassie . bimbo!reader . choking . spit kink . fingering . oral . rough praise . semi-public sex . possessive dynamics . overstimulation . recording . mdni

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• biker!cassie who keeps one hand on your bare thigh the entire ride, squeezing harder every time you whine into her shoulder about how fast she’s going. she loves how tiny you look in her oversized leather jacket, pink lip gloss smeared from kissing her at red lights while your panties get wetter from the vibration of the bike beneath you.

• biker!cassie who makes you sit on her lap in the garage while she cleans grease off her hands, teasing you for getting distracted every time her rings brush against your thighs. she calls you “pretty girl” in that rough voice while spreading your legs wider just to watch your dumb little smile appear when she finally fingers your pussy against the workbench.

• biker!cassie who loves pulling up to parties with your arms wrapped around her waist, your tiny skirt riding up from the bike ride. the second someone stares too long at you, cassie’s dragging you into the bathroom and fucking you over the sink until your mascara runs because “if they wanna look so bad, i’ll give them something to look at.”

ex wife!baran who won’t admit that she secretly misses you and is still in love with you.

ex wife!baran who will show up randomly at your house and will say that she’s there to see the kids but really—she just misses you.

ex wife!baran who spoils the kids despite you telling her not to.

“come on, azizam. the divorce is already hard on them. let me buy them the trampoline, please.” she begs with that soft voice you always give into.

ex wife!baran who buys the trampoline so she can build it as an excuse to be at your house and see you.

ex wife!baran who will tell you that she has a date just to see how you’ll react (you don’t give a shit).

ex wife!baran who gets jealous when a mom flirts with you at your sons baseball game.

ex wife!baran who tries to act nonchalant when asking if you gave the mom your number.

“so.. you guys are gonna go have drinks later?” she says flatly, her arms over her chest as she stares ahead, pretending not to be bothered.

“why do you care, baran?” you ask her with irritation in your voice. “i don’t. i don’t.” she replies back, clearly jealous.

ex wife!baran who tries to convince you to try and work things out but you decline—not because you don’t love her anymore but because you’re scared it won’t work out.

ex wife!baran who calls you in the middle of the night crying because she misses you and the way things were.

ex wife!baran who secretly meets with you when the kids are at their grandparents house.

ex wife!baran who straps you down so good.

ex wife!baran who loves to be called daddy. she doesn’t know why but whenever she hears you moaning that out loud it takes her over the edge.

“oh my—daddy!” you moan out loud. baran fucking you from the back, thrusting so fast you could tell she’s close. “azizam..” she groans. you turn back to look at her, her head thrown back, lips slightly apart.

ex wife!baran who finally convinces you to try again after sneaking around for months.

summary: as a doctor, people are always referring to cassie by her last name. when she gets tired of hearing it, you propose a solution.

word count: 676

tags: established relationship; nurse reader; fluff

a/n: this is a little shorter than my usual stuff but i hope you guys still enjoy :))

part two

a/n: one of my personal headcanons is that cassie is a girlkisser but didn't realise until a while after her divorce. this is basically that :p

mdni, implied age gap (definitely not a focal point), reader has been out as queer for a while, unspecified sexuality though, strap-on use

cassie thought that she had never been interested in women before. she'd only dated men in her youth before eventually settling down with a man. her sexual history consisted solely of encounters with men.

so naturally, she became pretty confused when she got to know you and experienced the same flutter in her chest she had only ever felt for guys.

she recognised it immediately—she didn't go through a period of thinking you you were just "really good friends", and she never tried to convince herself that it wasn't real. that didn't make it any less confusing, though.

she made sure to tell you as much, "i've never felt this way about another woman before. but..." she paused in the way she sometimes did that told you she really wanted her words to come out the right way. "but i wanna try."

you were so enamoured by her sudden onset shyness. you'd never seen her be so tentative and it amused you so much that you couldn't help but tease her about it. "wanna try what?"

her laugh echoed in your head for minutes after she stopped. the image of her burying her reddening face in her hands burned itself into your eyelids, it was all you could see when you closed your eyes for a while.

"i wanna try being with a woman. with you."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

'being with you' had been steady. it started with the two of you spending more time together one-on-one. you came to understand that cassie, as personable as she was, savoured time at home. so a lot of your date nights were really just getting ready for bed together.

you loved showing her face masks you loved, pushing her down on her sofa and straddling her hips so you could massage excess serum into her skin.

she'd ask if it was really necessary, to which you'd insist, "it hydrates the skin better, and it'll make you glow. more than usual, anyway." for her sake, you pretended not to notice the way her face got more crimson in hue.

after some months, she introduced you to harrison. she told you she was certain that he'd like you. "who wouldn't?" she had said.

she introduced you as "mommy's girlfriend", which only served to make you fall for her even more. knowing that she cared about you enough to integrate you into her life like this? it was dizzying.

you felt like she was serious about you. you weren't just a fling or an experiment. little did you know, she thought of you as her future.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

what was certainly interesting was showing cassie how to have sex with a woman. leading by example, of course.

your first time together lasted a few hours. it was very much stopping and starting—periods of actual sexual activity interspersed with conversation and laughter that probably took up most of the time in bed. but it was undoubtedly authentic.

the way cassie looked up at you every once in a while whilst she went down on you, the way she touched you like you were made of glass. it was all unbelievably sensual.

cassie could hardly believe it either. she felt like she had been born again, like she was a different woman. she certainly didn't feel like the cassie mckay she had always been when you were instructing her on how to use a strap-on.

her mind was blurry as looked down at you. you had told her to lift your legs up, put them over her shoulders. and when she started to fuck you, she swore she almost could have come from the sounds you were making. the cries that she was drawing out of you.

as she rolled her hips against yours, the smooth silicone of the strap gliding in and out of your velvety walls, you couldn't believe she had never slept with a woman before. her fingers were virtually dexterous against yours clit in a way that made you think she had been lying about you being her first girlfriend.

soon enough you were coming for her, grasping your hands on her hips in a desperate attempt to get her to fuck you through your climax. like a perfect girlfriend, she did.

she pulled out of you and laid by your side with a gentle sweep of her hand over your chest. then had the audacity to ask, "was that good for you?" you had no idea how you were going to handle her when she started getting more confident in the bedroom.

cassie being a clueless lesbian is canon to me.

﹕ ꒰ა pretty girl — cassie mckay .ᐟ ֹ ₊

"You like that one?" Cassie asked a few days ago, sat on the seat of your dressing room. She looked up at you with those wanting eyes, letting them wander over the lingerie tracing every curve of your body. Soft pink and lacy, your favorite.

"It's pretty," you nodded, still looking at yourself in the mirror in awe, "pretty expensive." The joke made her huff out a laugh before she stood up and rested a hand on your waist as she came up behind you."

"Nothing's more expensive than that smile of yours, baby," she smiled herself, "c'mon, let's go pay for it."

Now, after her 14 hour shift, you couldn't think of anything better than treating her to you by showering and making sure you both felt and looked good, spraying that perfume she always compliments, and slipping on the lacy fabric whose pink complimented your skin perfectly. You felt like an angel laid out on the bed for her with a candle lit across the room.

When she got home and called out your name, only to be met with silence, your heart raced despite yourself. Footsteps approached and the door creaked open before Cassie's head peaked in. Her expression was raw and genuine, her lips parting and eyebrows raising in unadulterated awe.

"Oh, my girl," she shakily sighs, running a hand through her dark, messy hair, "my pretty, pretty girl. All this for me?"

the four of you are at samira’s house. you’re sitting on baran’s lap on the couch while mohan kisses you on your lap and cassie gropes your body nonstop.

they really wanna deny you and use you to pleasure them at first but you just look so pretty and cute and dumb they forget about their needs and take turns on making you cum

believe me or not samira is the meanest one, she will edge you at least 3 times before letting you cum which obviously annoys mcshimi cause they wanna taste your pussy too. she’ll slap your face if you keep looking away. your jaw will be bruised by the time she finishes. “it’s my house so”

baran is the most gentle. she’ll kiss your cheeks and forehead whilst pushing 2 fingers inside you and praising the shit out of you. but don’t be surprised when she doesn’t stop at the first orgasm. “isn’t she such a good girl?”

and cassie is… cassie. she praises and degrades at the same time. and OF COURSE she has the strap making the girls jealous as fuck. she’ll fuck you mating press so hard and deep but rubbing your sides and belly with her soft hands you get empty headed. “now, this is how you fuck her”

aftercare? they got you!! anything you need! samira is rushing to the kitchen to get you water and snacks. cassie is cleaning you up with a damp cloth. baran let’s you rest your head on her chest as you catch your breath again.