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I love sydney. I love her a lot, and I’m always ready to defend her online when she gets attacked for no reason. that said— this whole vibe she’s been putting out lately, this EXTREMELY male gaze centred energy is starting to feel really overdone and corny.

it's honestly getting harder and harder for me to justify or support that side of her. like, girl... please. you’re launching a collection whose profits go to a domestic violence awareness organisation and you’re promoting it by... *checks notes* sexualising yourself and playing straight into the male gaze? the same gaze that’s connected to the very people who cause so much of that violence? idk man.

I defended her during the whole bath soap fiasco because it really wasn’t that deep but people were out here comparing her to bonnie blue — an actual weirdo who actively promotes sexual violence and pushes the most deranged, misogynistic rhetoric, and trying to lump sydney in with someone like that was straight-up fucking stupid.

but um, yeah. that recent ad/campaign/ whatever you wanna call it gave me the ick so I think i'll sit this one out

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hey everyone <3 just a quick update:

i’m going to be taking a break from writing for a bit. i've been dealing with a lot of physical health issues lately, and right now my main priority is getting some rest.

i'll get to everyone's requests when my body stops acting like it's trying to assassinate me from the inside out 🥀

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Can I request a cassie howard x male reader fic where the reader just enjoys sucking cassie's boobs?

“I’m so glad you guys are back together,” kat says, tilting her head toward maddy. the brunette's response is sharp, immediate— her gaze fixed on her nails like the statement isn't even worth looking up.

"we’re not back together.”

cassie blinks.

“you’re not?”

nate shrugs, his arms pulled in like he's trying to shrink into himself. “no.”

“...I mean I was gonna say no, but why are you saying no?” maddy retorts.

“uh, because we’re not?”

"I know, but why do you sound so definitive about it?"

"I wasn't being definitive."

“it sounded like it.”

kat winces. “guys—”

"I don't understand what we're arguing about."

“you and your tone.” maddy continues, her voice rising. "I mean, why didn't you say we're working it out?"

cassie shifts restlessly in your lap while the two of them bicker back and forth, your lips detaching from her shoulder as she sinks a little deeper into the water.

“you literally just said you were gonna say no.” nate argues back.

“right, but that's me. when I say it, it means something totally different than when you say it.”

“oh, give me a fucking break."

before things can escalate more, maddy is already standing, water sloshing around her thighs. “you're such a cunt. fuck it, i'm not doing this right now." she steps out, water dripping down her thighs and chest as she storms off inside the house. nate waits a beat, then rolls his eyes before getting up too, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

kat gives you both an apologetic glance, looking like she'd rather be anywhere but here. “I'm gonna… yeah,” she says, and follows them out.

“well,” you break the silence after a beat, the tension still thick. “that wasn’t awkward at all. is it always like this?” you ask with a huff, your lips brushing the underside of cassie's jaw after she turned in your lap to face you.

"mhh." she hums, looping her arms around your neck. "that was practically civil compared to their usual fights."

your hands slide up her waist beneath the water as you hum, fingers tracing the shape of her ribcage before cupping her chest through the fabric of her bikini top. cassie lets out a surprised gasp, fumbling to tug it back into place when you pull it aside. “what are you doing!?”

“nothing,” you murmur, voice low against her neck. “just making up for lost time."

she glances around, cheeks flushed, eyes darting toward the empty patio before settling back on you. “seriously?” she whispers, but there's no real protest in her voice—just breathless anticipation.

your fingers find the outline of her top again before tugging gently, easing it aside until her breast spills free and you duck your head to capture her nipple in your mouth.

cassie gasps, back arching as your tongue starts flicking gently, then circling—slow, wet, deliberate, the taste of chlorine and her warm skin hitting your tastebuds. you suck with just enough pressure to make her moan, your hands spreading across her lower back and hips, anchoring her to you. her hips begin to rock subtly against the hard shape of your dick beneath your swim shorts.

“oh my god…” she whispers, breath hitching. meanwhile you pull the rest of her bikini top out of the way and latch onto her again, tongue swirling, lips greedy and slow, thumb gently rolling and swiping across the neglected nipple.

cassie whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut, chest heaving with each shaky breath. “I—I think I’m gonna come,” she whispers, the words sounding more like a question. her hips roll forward, chasing friction with more urgency. "you’re gonna make me come just from this. I can feel it—fuck—don’t stop…”

you grunt softly against her skin, dragging the tip of your tongue over her nipple in slow, focused strokes before sucking. the left bud is flushed and slick from your mouth, and when you let it go, it pops free with a wet sound before you latch onto the other one.

one of her hands flies back to grip the edge of the jacuzzi while the other clenches in the hair behind your neck, anchoring herself as her body started to shake.

“baby...baby—” she gasps, her voice cracking as your tongue flicks faster, mouth locked on her like its the only thing in the world that matters. then you suck—focused, tongue flattening against her nipple in rhythmic strokes, your hands squeezing her tits together to give your mouth more to work with.

cassie doesnt last long after that. she comes with a choked gasp, her pussy throbbing untouched as she pushes her chest against your mouth.

her skin is slick with sweat and spit, chest flushed and rising unevenly, her breath hot against your ear as she slumps forward, still trembling.

you kiss the soft curve of her breast again, a little softer this time.

"that’s gotta be a record..." you tease.

cassie lets out a weak laugh, her lips brushing your jaw. “shut up.”

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requests are closed 🩷

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Hii, I know you're on a break but once you're back, can u make a fic of cassie x f!reader where she escapes her wedding with Nate?

cassie had always dreamed of a fairytale wedding. white roses, lace, champagne flutes, a princess gown and eyes on her that saw her as the most beautiful girl in the room.

she'd imagined a lot of things about her wedding — but not this. never this.

the doors to the chapel opened slowly, and there she stood.

cassie howard, soon to be jacobs.

she was beautiful, yes — but paler than she should be. her lips were parted like she couldn’t quite catch her breath, eyes wide under the weight of every choice she’d made to get here. she looked good on the outside, but on the inside? she was spiralling.

and somewhere in the back row, half-hidden behind an old couple you didn't recognise — you watched it all happen.

you hadn’t been invited, of course not. nate would’ve never allowed it—he’d worked hard to isolate cassie from her friends. but you? you never played by the rules, and you sure as hell weren’t about to let some controlling asshole dictate where you could or couldn’t be.

you hadn't seen her in weeks, maybe months. not since that night in your car when she’d climbed into your lap, all trembling and clinging to your shirt like a lifeline as she begged you to stay in her life. as a friend. as a lover. "anything," she'd said. "as long as you stay."

so that's what you did. you stayed. you didn't let go of her, and you never would. not today, not tomorrow, not when something in your gut told you she might need you more than ever after this whole thing was over.

and you couldn't have been more right.

you watched as cassie stepped into the aisle, her fingers trembling slightly around the bouquet clutched to her chest as her heels clicked against the stone tiles—once, twice, three times... before she froze.

right there, in the center of the aisle.

her breath caught in her throat, chest rising with shallow inhales, the sounds cutting through the soft, romantic wedding music that kept playing like it was mocking her.

her gaze swept the room once, scanning each familiar (and not-so-familiar) face, lips trembling when she couldn't find the one she was looking for— until she did.

in that moment, something in her snapped. she let out a breath....and with her bouquet falling from her hands and the veil slipping from her hair, she ran.

nate surged forward but she was already gone—heels clattering on tile, silk skirts flying.

you were out the side door before anyone else could move, rounding the corner of the building just in time to see her tearing across the grass, barefoot now, holding her dress in her fists.

“cassie!”

you reached her and she practically threw herself into you, breathless, laughing and crying all at once.

“I couldn’t do it,” she gasped. “I couldn’t—I saw you and I just—I couldn’t.”

“I know,” you whispered, crushing her to your chest. her hands tangled in your hair, desperate, grounding herself with your body.

"I’m sorry. im so sorry," she sobbed. "I kept telling myself it was the right thing, that it was the least I could do after everything I did to maddy. I thought maybe I could make it work, I thought—"

"shhh," you murmured into her ear. “it's okay. It's okay, cass. you don't have to explain. it's over now.”

her lips found yours like it was instinct—like she’d been drowning for years and finally broke the surface. the kiss was frantic, unsteady, all trembling breath and clashing teeth. but it was real. so achingly real that cassie nearly broke apart from the sheer relief of it.

“let’s go,” you said against her lips. “anywhere. anywhere you want, cassie.”

she nodded. “take me away. please."

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You don’t have to respond to this, especially since it might agitate the anons. But honestly, that was crazy aggression from that request anon. Like genuinely startling. You don’t owe anyone anything and the fact you post at all, given how little people write for Cassie to begin with and how rare engagement is too…as a fellow writer I admire your dedication and I want even an ounce of your patience. Thank you for all that you do

thank you so much, this means a lot 🫶🏻🫶🏻

honestly, I understand how frustrating it can be when your request just sits in someone's inbox without a response, so I’m not holding anything against that anon.

I just want people to know I’ve got around 15 requests sitting in my inbox right now, some of them from january, and it’s not that I’m ignoring them—like I said, I’m just one of those writers who constantly has hundreds (and I mean HUNDREDS) of drafts open and bounces between all of them at once.

im aware it’s not the most efficient way to work—but it’s how my brain operates. sometimes I’ll be stuck on one piece for weeks, then suddenly write half of another in one sitting. I am working on them, just not always in a straight line.

so if you’ve sent something in and haven’t seen it yet, please don’t think i'm ignoring you. Im doing my best to keep both of my blogs active and keep everyone happy :) 🫶🏻

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bedtime 😗 i'll try to have a couple more requests done tomorrow

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where Cassie had a child with Nate, who obviously didn't accept it, so tired of focusing only on work to support her daughter, she installs a dating app and after many attempts finds someone who doesn't care about the fact that she is a mother.

nate had never wanted to be a father.

he'd said all the right things at first, touched her stomach once or twice like it meant something... but the second their daughter saw the light of day, he was gone. there were all kinds of excuses at first: work trips, meetings, phone calls that didn’t end so he never had to change any diapers.

eventually, his actions said more than any words ever could.

so cassie stopped calling when he left, stopped asking, stopped waiting... and she started surviving instead.

she worked two jobs— sometimes three when tips were bad—barely slept, and still managed to braid her daughter's hair each morning and smile like she wasn’t breaking apart.

but she was lonely.

not for sex, not really. over time, she’d built up a quiet resentment toward physical intimacy during her relationship with nate. what she truly craved was touch. a kind voice. someone to ask how her day was and actually care about the answer.

so, one night after her daughter finally fell asleep, cassie downloaded a dating app, just to see.

her profile was honest from the start: single mom. tired but trying. not here for games.

because, yeah. she was 26 now. the last thing she wanted was another man-child with a savior complex or someone who saw her daughter as a burden.

should she have known better than to expect maturity from men, though...? probably. most of the messages were exactly what she’d braced herself for: some didn’t even hide their disinterest in the fact that she had a kid. others were worse—making it clear they wanted her, but not the parts of her that mattered most.

she almost gave up...

but then you messaged her.

you didn’t open with a line or a compliment about her body—no. you asked about her favorite movies. told her about your love for dogs and stargazing. you even asked about her daughter, not out of obligation, but because you wanted to know.

that day, cassie felt something she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

you were so easy to love.

with you, there were no waiting hours to get a text back, no fragile ego to tiptoe around and most importantly; no excuses to avoid spending time with her sweet girl. when bedtime came, you didn’t sit awkwardly in the living room or pretend not to notice the way cassie hummed lullabies with a tired voice—you joined in. sat cross-legged beside her daughter’s bed and read her bedtime stories like it was the most natural thing in the world.

those nights, cassie would fall asleep curled beside you on the couch, her head tucked into your chest with the scent of your skin and laundry detergent curling into her lungs like safety... and she’d wake up hours later with a blanket draped over her legs and your hand still loosely holding hers, the TV humming low in the background.

it wasn’t just the big things—it was the way you brought home her favorite snack without asking, the way you noticed when she was too tired to talk and just held her instead, the way her daughter started asking for you almost every night.

you never made her feel like a burden, and maybe that’s what did it, what finally let her breathe after holding it in for so long. and for the first time in years, cassie allowed herself to believe she'd finally found her person.

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Cassie x reader fluff where she notices the reader has a picture of the two of them as their phone wallpaper please?

the hallway buzzes with the usual noise—footsteps, slamming lockers, laughter echoing off walls. you're leaned up against your locker, one leg crossed over the other, thumb tapping at your phone as you unlock it and scroll through the group chat. someone from your class asked for notes, and you’re about to reply with a picture of the pages when a soft voice cuts through the buzz.

"is that…?"

you glance up and see cassie standing just a few steps away, her eyebrows raised, eyes locked on your phone screen.

you lock it instinctively and tilt it away without thinking. "what?"

she blinks then points, smiling now. "your lockscreen."

you look down and tap the screen again, eyes lingering on the image that appears. it’s a selfie from a few weeks ago—cassie with her cheek pressed against yours, both of you mid-laugh, your hair slightly windswept from the park you’d been walking through. she’s in that blue hoodie she always steals from lexi, and you’re holding the phone out with one arm to take the shot.

you shrug, suddenly feeling a little warm. "yeah... I liked that one."

cassie smiles—softer this time. "I didn't think you'd actually make it your lockscreen."

"well, you looked cute." you say, trying not to let your tone give away how much she means to you. "and I had so much fun that day, so...” you trail off.

your gaze shifts to her hands as she reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone, unlocking it before scrolling through her gallery, her fingers moving like she knows exactly what she’s looking for.

A moment later, she finds it— a picture from the same day, almost the same angle, but taken from her perspective.

she sets it as her lockscreen, showing you the result with a proud little smile.

“now we’re matching."

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It's fucking bullshit when I know I've sent loads of requests over the past months, that you haven't written or even responded to saying "no I won't write this" and then posting "send requests I'm bored"

I’ve already mentioned that I’m a slow writer and I work on multiple fics at once, including ones from other fandoms. this isn’t even my main blog anymore, I barely log into it more than once every couple of weeks so yes, I may take a little more time to get to everyone's asks.

also I don’t always have the inspiration for every single request immediately, which is exactly why I ask for more, so that I can keep writing when the spark’s not there for a specific one. I will get to yours eventually —just be patient

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send requestsssss i'm bored

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SYDNEY SWEENEY. via Instagram.

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Hii! Would you write a Cassie x dom!fem reader where they scissor? It’s like Cassie’s first time with a girl.

cassie's breath is shallow, her thighs slick and trembling, still glistening from where your mouth was just seconds before. you haven't let her come—stopped just before she tipped over the edge, pulling away with a smug glint in your eyes as she whined in frustration.

“why’d you stop?” she asks, voice small and breathy.

“I want to try something with you,” you murmur, sliding up her body, lips brushing against hers.

now, she looks up at you with wide eyes, nervous but burning up, her lips parted like she wants to ask what comes next but doesn't dare to.

“this is your first time, right?” you ask, fingers trailing lightly up her thigh, making her shiver.

cassie nods, her voice barely a whisper. “w-with a girl, yeah."

"do you trust me?"

another nod. you smirk and lean in, kissing her slow and deep. “let's try scissoring.”

cassie's eyes widen at your words, her heart doing a little backflip in her chest. your hand reaches down, letting your fingers glide through her slick folds again before bringing them to your mouth, humming at the taste. cassie gasps, twitching under your touch, hips bucking up without thought.

"fuck, you taste so good. promise i'll make you cum with just my tongue next time."

you don't break eye contact as you shift between her thighs, your bare skin sliding over hers, flushed and hot. cassie watches you with parted lips, her skin burning up, chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. her body’s practically humming—eager, tense, and aching for release.

“spread your legs a little wider, baby,” you murmur as you guide her thighs apart.

she obeys without hesitation.

you hook your leg over hers and shift until your pussy presses right against hers, a slick heat between you that makes you both gasp at the contact. you start moving slow at first—grinding your hips forward until your clits brush, until it’s sticky and warm and perfect—and you feel her jolt beneath you, her breath stuttering in her throat.

“oh my god—”

you grin, watching her squirm. “yeah? feels good...?”

cassie nods frantically, her hands grabbing at the sheets, eyes fluttering closed. you roll your hips again and she moans, helpless against the pressure. the friction builds fast, your slick mixing with hers, everything wet and soft and messy between your thighs.

cassie's moans get higher, her pussy already throbbing and well stimulated from your previous ministrations, her hips matching your rhythm in instinctive little thrusts.

“thaaats it. good girl. you’re doing so good, princess,” you pant, one hand gripping her thigh, the other braced above her as you grind against her harder. “So fucking good—fuck, you feel amazing."

she's a mess, her face twisted in overwhelmed pleasure, hair stuck to her forehead, moaning like she’s losing her mind. “I’m—fuck, I’m so close—”

“don’t hold back,” you whisper.

"fuck! oh my god—yes, feels so good— fuck, yes,"

you don’t stop. you rut against her, fast and sloppy now, your soaked folds dragging and sliding over hers again and again, your clits catching just right—until cassie's whole body locks up, thighs trembling under you.

she comes with a cry, her pussy spasming against yours as her fingertips dig into your skin. you keep going even as she whines from overstimulation, grinding through it, chasing your own high as the heat inside you twists tight and finally releases. you cry out her name as your own orgasm crashes over you, slick gushing between you both.

you press a final kiss to her lips before collapsing onto her chest, panting, sweat-slick and trembling, still twitching against her as the last waves ripple through your body.

cassie’s arms curl around you slowly, holding you close as she laughs, breathless and dazed. “fuck... that was...” she pauses, searching for the right words. you chuckle, nuzzling into her neck.

“told you. you haven't lived until you've tried scissoring."

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Hey, I just wanted to say that I genuinely appreciate your work for both perspectives (Male reader and Fem reader).

Idk, I just appreciate it and I think you write both spectacularly. Idk, I just feel seen and I wanted to tell you that I appreciate it.

Ahh thank you so much 🥹🥹 This made my day 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Hey! It's me, Wynnie. I really love ur story abott my requests in Cassie x Fem!reader doing homework, so I'm really hoping you do a pt2?! (I really love it)😊

yesss I loved writing that one!

cassie groans as she flops face-first onto your bed, her phone slipping from her hand.

“I got a fucking C-minus,” she mumbles into the sheets.

you glance over from the doorway, rubbing your towel through your damp hair. “kinesiology?”

she nods.

"aw, baby. its not that bad."

cassie lifts her head just enough to glare at you, frustration simmering in her eyes. "it is that bad. I can't graduate with grades like this." then she groans, flopping back into the pillow. "and you said if I got a B, you'd go down on me all night." her voice softens into a pout, like she’s more upset about that than the grade itself.

this makes you laugh. you toss the towel aside and walk toward her, unbothered, grinning like she didn’t just drop the grade equivalent of a meh. then you crawl onto the bed beside her, hand gliding up her thigh under her oversized shirt.

“and?”

she narrows her eyes. “I didn’t get a B.”

you shrug. "I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat your pussy if you didn’t get one.”

her breath hitches as your hand pushes her shirt up, fingers tracing lazy circles along her inner thigh.

"what, you’re just gonna do it anyway?" she asks, pretending to be suspicious but already shifting closer, lips parted.

“yup,” you say casually, kissing down her neck. “because you’re hot. and I want to.”

“that’s not very motivational of you.”

you smirk. “C-minus isn't even that bad.”

she rolls her eyes, cheeks flushed. “god, you’re such a slut.”

“for you?” you grin, pulling her panties down and tossing them somewhere off the bed. “always.”

she’s already wet—probably from the way your voice dropped when you told her you were gonna do it anyway.

you press a kiss just above her clit, mouthing at her slowly. "still tastes like an A to me." you wink, licking a slow stripe up her pussy.

cassie lets out a choked laugh that turns into a moan, her thighs twitching around your head as your tongue flicks over her clit again, firmer this time. her fingers slide into your hair and pull—not hard, but needy.

“jesus christ, youre—”

but she doesn’t finish that thought, because your mouth is on her again—sucking, licking, taking your time with her like this is your favorite job in the world (because, let’s be real—it is). you lap at her until she’s arching off the mattress, moaning into the pillow, hips grinding against your face like she can’t get close enough.

“I don’t deserve this,” she pants, breathless.

you look up at her from between her legs, lips shiny, voice playful. “you really don’t. but lucky for you, I’m easy.”

then you bury your tongue back inside her.

cassie comes hard—whining, clutching at the sheets, her voice breaking as she gasps your name over and over. you don’t stop until her legs are shaking and she’s pushing at your shoulders, giggling through the overstimulation.

“okay, okay—goddamn, I get it!” she laughs, squirming.

you finally let her go, face slick, grinning smugly.

“so,” you say, flopping down beside her, “next time maybe try studying a little harder. and not just when im between your legs."

she rolls her eyes at you, cheeks flushed. “you’re gonna do it again anyway.”

you raise an eyebrow. "maybe. you do look ridiculously cute when you're squirming and trying to focus."

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is there any chance you would consider doing a cassie x fem reader series? I would love to see the characters and relationship develop and i think you could articulate wonderfully!

honestly, I don’t think I will :( I’ve tried doing series before, but I always end up dropping them halfway and never finishing. I really appreciate the interest though 😭🫶🏻 I’m also not super familiar with euphoria outside of cassie, so I don’t think I could do the characters justice in a full fic. one-shots are just way easier for me to keep up with right now

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i’m not saying i hate x male reader but i just strongly dislike them. love ur writing though

honestly, I’m not 100% comfortable writing x male reader stuff either. I think part of it is just because I’m a woman so it doesn’t come as naturally to me. also whenever I try to write smut that’s more 'straight' or geared toward a male reader, it just ends up feeling really awkward or cringe to me 😭

but I still want to write male reader stories every now and then because at the end of the day I just want everyone to feel included and happy lol