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Carolyn: a 23-year-old writer and proud Pittsburgher, the wife of McKay, requests are open!

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Random Cassie McKay headcanons ⋆ ꙳💭⊹ ꙳ ✉️

Cassidy, despite being mistakenly referred to as Cassandra, is her full name. Her last name is her father’s. She detests being called her full name because it evokes memories of the numerous times she was in trouble as a child. Consequently, she prefers being called Cassie. 

She definitely went through an emo/scene phase in high school, and it didn’t necessarily end right after graduation. She was known for her swoopy, choppy razor-cut layers, pitch-black eyeliner, and colorful chokers.

She has random faded tattoos on her hands, wrists, and arms from letting her friends practice on her.

She cuts her own bangs and hair to save money, and she also cuts Harrison’s hair. She dyes her hair a specific red color that she finds at the drugstore.

She’s quite hairy. She doesn’t shave her armpits often and has a noticeable happy trail. Whenever she does shave, she always ends up nicking herself in the most uncomfortable spots, which only encourages her to give up shaving altogether, creating a vicious cycle.

The funkiest walk in the Pitt. She doesn’t shower frequently due to sheer exhaustion. However, when she does, she exudes a fragrance of patchouli and rose hemp seed oil, while her hair carries the pure scent of tea tree oil.

She primarily shops at local thrift stores or specifically curated vintage boutiques for clothing and accessories. You’ll rarely find her in a big-brand store, except perhaps at Walmart.

She loves tea and has a sizable collection of it in her kitchen, which she has yet to organize or fully explore.

During her teenage years, she experimented with girls, claiming it was merely a phase. However, later in life, she developed feelings for another woman and now identifies as lesbian.

She’s not religious or spiritual, but she checks her horoscope daily and listens to any tarot reading that appears on her social media.

Speaking of social media, she definitely tends to doom-scroll late at night when she can’t sleep after an extremely long shift. However, she tries her best to avoid being chronically online.

She is sober except for the JUUL she smokes during breaks in the ambulance bay or huffs when she’s anxious and unable to control herself.

She’s the designated bug killer, but she doesn’t actually kill any of the bugs she finds. Instead, she gently captures them and carefully releases them outside.

Surprisingly, she’s a heavy sleeper and wakes up with the craziest bed head you’ve ever seen. She sleeps on her side, curled up in a fetal position, hugging a stuffed animal or pillow. Yes, she sleeps with stuffed animals. They’re definitely one of her comfort items.

Her love language is physical touch. She’s definitely a hugger and loves expressing affection whenever she can.

She has non-sexual (and sexual…) dominance. She tends to do everything for everyone. She’s used to being independent and doing everything for herself, so she projects that onto others.

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Consider this my official coming out post. I’m a huge lesbian, massive 🫪 in fact. The date went well, considering the revelations. He actually had the audacity to ask me mid date if I was lesbian, and unfortunately for him, I broke the news. He identifies as non-binary and is bisexual, primarily dating men, so he understood. Needless to say, I’ll likely just stay friends, and now I can focus my time and attention on women.

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This morning, I matched with a fellow Pitt fan on Hinge. She (🫪) laughed at the McVadi meme on my profile. We’ve been talking nonstop all day. When’s the wedding?!

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You guys, I’m kind of lost and don’t know what to do anymore. For years, I’ve identified as bisexual, but recently I’ve considered that I might be lesbian. 🫪 I have a date on Wednesday with a guy, and I’m not looking forward to it at all… The last time I went on a date with a guy, we started making out, and I got physically ill. 😷 I fear Wednesday might solidify my identity for me. 

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summary: Femme!reader rides Mel’s face until her glasses shatter.

warnings: oral sex, descriptions of nudity and sexual activity

a/n: This one’s short, but I needed to get this horniness out of my head lol lol

Your hands gripped your chest tightly, pinching and squeezing your erect nipples. Your kneecaps slid against the mattress beneath you as you mounted Mel’s face. Soft whimpering escaped from between your legs, accompanied by Mel’s hands resting on either side of your thighs. Your head bent back in immediate relief and pleasure as Mel’s tongue darted outward, lapping at your folds before finding your aching hole and fucking the tip of her tongue into you.

Slowly, you rolled your hips, lifting your bottom up and then sinking down again and again as you rode Mel’s tongue. You removed one of your hands from your chest and reached behind you, swiping at Mel’s wet cunt and collecting some of her slick onto your index and middle fingers. Then, you began to rub her clit. “You’re doing so good, baby,” you cooed.

Mel’s hands moved upward, holding you steady as she withdrew her tongue from within you. She swiftly latched onto your clitoris, gently sucking at the sensitive bud before tracing her tongue along the hooded bud. “You taste incredible,” Mel murmured, her words muffled. You smirked at the compliment, removing your hand from her pussy and replacing it with a bunch of her blonde hair.

“Wanna ride your tongue, babe,” you said to Mel. Within seconds, Mel’s tongue darted out, ready for you to hump. You sighed contentedly as you began to rock your hips back and forth rapidly, your body shivering every time your clit touched her tongue. “Ohhh god,” you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut tightly, as the bed beneath you two began to rock slightly with your movements.

Mel’s hands clung to your hips, holding you tightly as you humped her face. Suddenly, a slight crackling sound echoed, and Mel’s vision blurred. You had shattered her glasses completely. Mel tapped your butt a few times until you slowed to a stop. “My glasses broke,” she said as you dismounted her face.

You were mortified and felt terrible for breaking her glasses. You didn’t mean to be so passionate. “Oh my God, Mel. I’m so sorry,” you apologized, taking the frames from her grip so you could inspect them yourself. To your horror, the glasses were shattered. The frames were bent and crooked, and there was no way to save them. She’d definitely need new ones. “I’ll buy you new ones, I promise, baby,” you promised her.

Mel chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I have a spare pair of glasses.” She reassured you, taking them back from you. She set them down on the nightstand and lay back on her back, adjusting the pillow beneath her head slightly. “Now, where were we?” she asked.

You shook your head in disbelief, laughing slightly, before remounting your girlfriend.

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Nonsense movie playing in the background for noise, listening to my Cassie McStrap playlist, Miss Vickie’s chips in my lap, creating WLW Pinterest boards for my pleasure. This night could not get any better!!!

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Carolyn here! I’ve changed my username (again) to c4ssmckay instead of oncallcass!

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Attending the renaissance festival with Mel King would include… ⋆.ೃ࿔･🏰⛫󠁱👑

warnings: none!

a/n: This is my first Mel King piece! Please be kind to me, haha. I actually listened to “Holding Out For A Hero” by Frou Frou on repeat while writing this.

Getting to know Melissa King was an absolute delight. It’s rare to encounter someone as loving and considerate as she is. As a third-year resident at PTMC and the sole caregiver for her twin sister Becca, she naturally exudes a nurturing and protective aura. You couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of responsibility to shield her from any potential harm or exploitation.

While getting to know Mel, you discovered that she enjoyed attending the local Renaissance festival. She had been a regular attendee when she was younger and had more free time. Upon learning this, you felt compelled to do something kind for her and surprise her with tickets to their whiskey and mead weekend.

Mel was speechless when you gifted her the tickets. She couldn’t find the right words to express her gratitude for such a thoughtful gesture. Immediately, she began planning her outfit and hairstyle, considering how she could coordinate with you. The joy on her face filled your heart with happiness.

A week before the fair, you and Mel decided to go costume shopping. You wanted Becca to join you so she could give you an unbiased opinion on the outfits you were choosing. You settled on a more casual approach to the medieval aesthetic, while Mel went the historically accurate route.

On the day of the fair, Mel was eagerly anticipating the event. She had prepared herself extra early and, taking advantage of the additional time, you decided to capture her in her meticulously crafted costume. Although she was a bit shy in front of the camera, you assured her that she looked absolutely stunning.

Arriving at the festival, Mel felt a bit overwhelmed. It had been a while since she last visited, and she wasn’t sure what to do first. You suggested that you grab a bite to eat and hydrate before starting any activities. Mel agreed, as long as you bought her a classic turkey leg and a pint of beer.

After a satisfying meal, Mel felt a sense of calm wash over her, and she was eager to explore the surroundings. Her first stop was the jousting tournament, where she and you found a cozy spot on the bleachers, hand in hand, occasionally cheering for your respective teams.

The two of you strolled hand in hand across the fairgrounds. The only time Mel relinquished your hand was to snap a photo of something she found intriguing, such as the fairies dressed in elaborate costumes or the adorable pet dragons available for adoption at a random shop.

Speaking of shopping, you essentially bought everything Mel touched or admired. Mel felt bad that you were spending so much money on small trinkets, but you insisted that you wouldn’t want to spend it on anything else. At a certain booth, you and Mel picked out matching handmade rings. You jokingly said they were your wedding rings, but you couldn’t help but notice how hard Mel blushed at that.

By the end of the day, you and Mel were thoroughly exhausted. Your feet were throbbing, and your arms were aching from carrying all your belongings. Despite your eagerness to leave, you decided to stay a bit longer so that Mel could meet the king and queen. It was all worth it just to see Mel’s joyful smile.

As you reached the car after leaving the fairgrounds, you let out a deep sigh. Mel, still beaming with joy, was practically bouncing up and down when she suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss. You yelped in surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss. Smiling, you pulled away and asked, “What was that for?”

“For making me the happiest princess,” Mel said, opening the car door and getting into the passenger seat. You raised your eyebrows slightly before chuckling. Now, it was your turn to blush.

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Writing my first Mel King piece. Look out world here she comes. 🙂‍↕️

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hii i have a request you can write ANYTHING you want as long as it’s cassie x fem reader who has migraines pretty pls🥺🥺

summary: Dr. Cassie McKay assists you in healing from a migraine.

warnings: none! Just tooth rotting fluff.

You woke up in excruciating pain, your girlfriend Cassie sleeping peacefully by your side, as usual. There was a significant pressure on the side of your head, signaling another migraine. These weren’t unfamiliar to you; you often dealt with them weekly, sometimes even daily. It was exhausting, to say the least. The migraines you endured often left you debilitated. You would tend to curl up in bed, hugging the closest pillow, wishing the pain would go away. A soft groan escaped your lips, causing Cassie to stir next to you.

“Good morning,” Cassie greeted you, rolling onto her right hand side to face you. All you could manage was a soft, strained “morning.” Cassie sat up, kneeling on her elbow. Peering down at you, she noticed your furrowed eyebrows and grimace. “Is it a migraine?” Cassie questioned, and you nodded, moving your body closer to hers and nuzzling into her chest. Cassie cooed, “Aww, sweet pea.”

“You’re lucky that I’m off today. Please stay here while I get you an ice pack and some tea.” Cassie said before slipping out from under the covers. You couldn’t muster the energy to protest. Lying there, you could hear Cassie rummaging around in the kitchen. It didn’t take long for her to whip up a piping hot cup of ginger tea and find your favorite ice pack from the freezer.

“Thank you, baby,” you said as Cassie re-entered the bedroom. Sitting up straight against the headboard of the bed, you placed the ice pack behind your head and carefully took the cup of tea from her hands. Taking a tiny sip, you cleared your throat and closed your eyes. “This sucks. Of course, on your one day off, I feel like absolute crap.” You said, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You had planned a fun day with Cassie, who was solo this weekend, but now everything was ruined.

Cassie frowned as she walked across the room to draw the curtains shut, blocking out the light. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. There are plenty of other weekends to do things.” She assured you as she crawled onto the mattress and sat beside you. “Just let me take care of you today, m’kay?” Cassie asked. Nodding your head, you gave her a small smile before kissing her cheek.

After finishing your ginger tea and your ice pack warming up, you fell back asleep, which was probably for the best. When you woke up again, you caught a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. Carefully, you got out of bed and made your way there. There, you saw Cassie hunched over the stove, stirring a pot of soup. The remnants of vegetables scattered on the counter confirmed that it was homemade. “You’re cooking?” you asked, causing Cassie to jump in her spot.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Cassie said, smiling as she turned around to face you. “Yeah, I made you some vegetable soup. I know you love my recipe.” She said. It was true; Cassie was an excellent cook when she wanted to be. She made the best vegetable soup you’d ever tasted, and an even better grilled cheese sandwich.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you.” You said, as you shuffled towards her, immediately wrapping your arms around her waist. “I love you,” you told her earnestly, kissing her lips sweetly. Cassie smiled, tilting her head to the side and giggling softly.

“And I love you,” she replied, giving you a more passionate kiss. Her lips lingered on yours for a few seconds before she leaned in and kissed you on the forehead. For a brief moment, you momentarily forgot about your migraine attack and were captivated by the beauty and kindness of your girlfriend.

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those cassie mckay fiona dourif eye bags corrupt me

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can i pretty please request some cassie xfem!reader angst where reader is in dana’s place instead ?

summary: Cassie McKay finds herself under the control of a charge nurse who is significantly younger than her.

warnings: reader is mean but other than that none 

a/n: forgive me, but this one was really hard to end so if it sucks, I’m sorry 😭 

Cassie McKay never anticipated falling in love with her superior, let alone one who was years younger than her. Cassie was accustomed to being the one in charge or at least the older person in any situation. Consequently, you can imagine her discomfort when you arrived. You were a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed twenty-something-year-old charge nurse, known for your no-nonsense attitude. Cassie was a bit apprehensive about you, yet simultaneously captivated by everything you said.

On the other hand, you were somewhat better at suppressing your feelings for Cassie. You managed to bury them deep inside and keep them hidden. While that wasn’t the healthiest approach, you succeeded in doing so. Your feelings for Cassie eventually manifested into something intense. You often found yourself snapping at her or bossing her around. You derived pleasure from the fact that she had to listen to you.

“McKay, are you working hard or hardly working?” You jabbed at her as you circled around her like a shark, sitting at the desk charting. Cassie tried her best to hide her eye roll before straightening up her posture.

“Trust me, I’m working hard.” She groaned before continuing to type on the keyboard in front of her. You simply nodded and leaned down, pressing your chest against her back with your arms resting on either side of her.

“Good girl,” you whispered, your voice low enough to prevent others from overhearing. You could almost see the goosebumps that rose on Cassie’s forearms. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, pleased with the outcome of your interaction. Clearing your throat, you stood up straight and adjusted the hoodie you were wearing.

Cassie, with a scratch at her now beet-red cheek, cleared her throat and asked, “Uhm, do you think you could help me out with a patient?” She always asks you for help. There were plenty of student doctors available who could have assisted, but she specifically wanted you to guide her through the patient’s case.

You nodded in agreement before accompanying her into the seventh trauma room. The elderly woman had been admitted for a slip and fall down her steps. She had a few broken bones and a sprain, but nothing too serious. “Elderly female presented following a fall at home. Evaluation revealed an upper extremity fracture and an contralateral ankle sprain. Injuries were managed with immobilization, analgesia, and recommendations for orthopedic follow-up and rehabilitation.” Cassie, fiddling with her iPad, rattled off to you.

You were impressed by her diagnosis. She had seemed to have diagnosed the patient correctly and efficiently, but you weren’t going to let her off that easy. “And what about a head injury? Neck and spine? Her joints?” you asked, tightening your grip on the clipboard you were carrying.

Cassie groaned, nervously scratching the back of her head. “I ran a CT scan, and everything looks good. I also did a physical evaluation when she came in. I can assure you that it’s just her arm and ankle that’s injured.” She locked eyes with yours.

“Alright,” you replied, turning around and exiting the trauma room. You enjoyed keeping Cassie on her toes, and you knew how to do it flawlessly.

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hiii! cassie mckay x femme!reader request that’s just soft and fluff and then cuddling beside a pool or at a beach on a warm summer day 🥺🤍

summary: Cassie McKay, Harrison, and the reader have a delightful day at the wave pool.

warnings: none!

The first week of July was the hottest in Pittsburgh. News stations issued a heat warning, advising residents to stay cool and hydrated. Since Cassie was off on the third, you had convinced her to take you and her son Harrison to the local wave pool for some fun. Cassie, who was determined to ensure your and her son’s happiness, packed a cooler filled with water, Gatorade, and snacks to prevent any heat-related illnesses. At the wave pool, Harrison assisted you in selecting a suitable spot for your beach towels before grabbing a floaty and diving into the refreshing water.

“Help me with my sunscreen, sweetheart?” You asked Cassie as you pulled out the tube from your beach tote and unscrewed the cap. Cassie nodded and successfully tied her unruly hair into a ponytail. She took the tube from you and squirted some of the paste onto her palm before lathering your right arm and then your left.

Cassie instructed you to lie down on your stomach. You complied, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as she untied your bikini top and generously applied sunscreen to your bare back. Kneeling beside you, she massaged the cream into your back, humming a soothing tune. “I think I’ll just lie here and soak up some sun for a while. I’ll come to the water later.” You said, closing your eyes as you laid your head down on the towel beneath you.

“Do as you please.” Cassie said, tying your bikini top before dashing off to the wave pool. Cassie couldn’t recall the last time she had gone swimming, so she was thrilled to dip her toes into the water.

You set a timer for fifteen minutes on your phone, flipping yourself over to tan the other side of your body. Fifteen minutes later, you were ready to explore the pool with Cassie and Harrison when, suddenly, Cassie’s sopping wet body collided with yours. You let out a deep groan as you lay back on your beach towel, instinctively wrapping your arms around Cassie’s waist. “Whoops!” she yelped, chuckling softly as she lay down against you.

“Oh my goodness, you’re all soaked!” You squealed, though you didn’t mind at all. You couldn’t help but smile at Cassie’s boisterous laughter, which was like music to your ears. “I was just about to come in the pool.” You said, running your hands along her damp thighs and gently patting her bottom in a loving manner.

Cassie kissed along your neck before resting her head on your chest, saying, “It’s nice and cold.” Usually, you were the one lying on top of Cassie, but you didn’t mind holding her. “Harrison is having a blast in those waves. They’re really strong today.” She told you.

“I’m glad you two are having fun. This was a great idea.” You said, closing your eyes. Cassie smiled and looked up at you before closing her eyes too. The two of you lay there together, holding each other, enjoying your time under the scorching sun until Harrison returned. Water droplets hit your skin as you opened your eyes to see him towering over you both.

“Come on, you two! Come play with me!” He pleaded, tugging at your arm and Cassie’s leg until you both stood up from your beach towel.

“Alright, alright, we’ll be there in a moment.” Cassie said, kissing his head before letting him dash back to the pool. You chuckled as you watched him wade into the water with his floaty.

Cassie turned to you, carefully tucking your hair behind your ears before planting a kiss on your lips. “You’re right, baby. This was a good idea,” she said, taking your hand in hers. “Come on,” she urged, pulling you with her to the pool.

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OMGGG THAT WAS SO FAST THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH I LOVE ITTTTT 😋😋😋

EEEEEE I’M SO GLAD YOU LOVE IT!!! ♥️

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CASSIE MCKAY X CHARGE NURSE FEM!READER AND SHE TORALLY GETS OFF ON THE POWER IMBALANCE EVEN THOUGH SHES LIKE OLDER PLS

summary: Cassie McKay is infatuated with the younger charge nurse at the Pitt.

warnings: age gap relationship (Cassie is in her forties, reader is in her late twenties or early thirties), oral sex (r receiving), fingering

a/n: Yay! It’s my first piece since I returned to Tumblr after a well-deserved break. I’m thrilled to be back! A big thank you to whoever sent in this request. I absolutely adore Cassie!

Cassie McKay is assigned to your unit for her shift. She anticipates encountering an older, gruff nurse but is surprised to meet you. Despite everyone’s warnings about your intimidating demeanor, meticulous nature, and intolerance for mistakes, she struggles to take such a young charge nurse seriously. If she were completely honest, she would admit that someone so young being her superior turned her on. Sometimes, she would deliberately mess up the charting or the board just to get your attention. Every time you corrected her or mildly reprimanded her behavior, she would feel her stomach doing flips.

Cassie was unaware that you shared those feelings as well. You found immense pleasure in correcting her and relished the opportunity to instruct her. “Are you incompetent, McKay? I explicitly warned you against doing that.” You scolded her, a small smirk threatening to break free from your lips, while Cassie couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath. It was almost like a game for you two by now. Everyone around you noticed the undeniable sexual tension between the two of you and tried to avoid it as much as possible.

“Sorry, (Y/N), it won’t happen again.” Cassie apologized, knowing that it would most certainly happen again, repeatedly. Later, Cassie successfully cornered you in one of the patient cubicles. Swiftly closing the privacy curtain, she smiled at you before closing the gap between the two of you. Your chests were practically pressed together, and you took a deep breath, not expecting the sudden touch.

“What are you doing? We have work to do, McKay.” You managed to utter, gasping as your hip collided with one of the crash carts behind you. You surrendered to Cassie’s weight, which pressed down on you, allowing her to pin you against the wall. You grabbed either side of Cassie’s stethoscope, which was around her neck, and pulled her closer to you. With a slight puckered lip, you planted a soft kiss on her chin and then on either side of her cheeks.

“Work can wait. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since we started working,” Cassie said, her cheeks flushing pink as you kissed them. “Just be quiet,” she whispered, then grabbed the fabric of your scrub pants and tugged at them until they were down to your knees. Cassie’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed at your panties. She moved closer, pressing her lips to your mound and leaving a sloppy kiss along the fabric of your underwear. As she pulled your panties to the side, the cool air hit your wet pussy, and she hooked her index finger along the fabric.

“Go on, eat my pussy, baby,” you whispered to Cassie, your legs tingling with anticipation. Cassie peered up at you, her eyelashes tickled by her bangs. She playfully licked your folds with her tongue before gently kissing your lips. As she sucked at your skin, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste of you. You spread your legs a bit further, as far as the fabric of your scrubs would allow. “Cassie, I need to feel you inside me.” You told her, your legs beginning to tremble as she skillfully maneuvered her tongue inside you, curling it upwards.

Cassie opened her eyes, peering back up at you before removing her tongue from inside your pussy. She pulled back slightly, took her index and middle fingers, and sucked on them until they were wet. Then, she carefully inserted them inside you. You gasped at the sudden sensation, your eyes closing tightly as she started pumping her fingers in and out of you. “Ohhh fuck,” you whimpered, leaning your head back against the wall behind you.

Cassie, with her fingers curling, started pumping them faster, causing your pussy to squelch around her digits. She leaned in and took your clit between her lips, sucking on the sensitive bud. You gasped, clutching Cassie’s hair, and warning her, “Oh my god, I’m going to cum!” Your hips rolled and thrust your pussy onto her fingers.

Cassie moaned into your lips, not releasing your clit. She continued to pump her fingers until she felt you clenching around her. Smirking, she pulled away after you rode out most of your high. She pulled her fingers out of you and stood back up, meeting you at eye level. She sucked on her fingers, savoring the cum that had accumulated on them, before pulling your scrub pants up for you.

“Holy shit!” you breathed out, chuckling slightly. Cassie laughed, wrapping her arms around your waist. “We should get back out there, and you should get back to charting.” You told Cassie, smacking her on the ass before ducking out of the cubicle. Cassie yelped, raising her eyebrows as she stood alone behind the curtain. Perhaps she should perform more often to get your attention.

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-💉˖𓍢ִ✧˚ Carolyn’s (updated) masterlist

about me: Hello! My name is Carolyn, and I’m a 23-year-old from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I’ve been active on Tumblr for six months now, primarily writing for the hit HBO Max series, The Pitt.

requests: open!

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Jack Abbot

𖥔 NSFW alphabet

𖥔 Rabbot threesome

Dana Evans

𖥔 Drabble 1

𖥔 Drabble 2

𖥔 Drabble 3

𖥔 sugar mommy dana evans w spoiled fem reader

𖥔 Dana Evans x female!reader (lap dance)

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch

𖥔 Robby x burnt out!reader

𖥔 Hyperspermia!Robby Drabble

𖥔 Drabble 2

𖥔 Drabble 3

𖥔 Drabble 4

𖥔 Rabbot threesome

𖥔 Robby x gn!reader

𖥔 Robby x transmasc!reader

𖥔 Robby x gn!reader

Dennis Whitaker

𖥔 Dennis Whitaker x gn!reader

Cassie McKay

𖥔 Cassie McKay x femme!reader

𖥔 Cassie McKay x female!reader

𖥔 Cassie McKay x female!reader

𖥔 Cassie McKay x gn!reader

𖥔 Cassie McKay x female!reader

𖥔 Cassie McKay x femme charge nurse!reader

𖥔 Cassie McKay x femme!reader pool day

𖥔 cassie xfem!reader angst

𖥔 Cassie McKay x femme!reader w migraines

𖥔 Random Cassie McKay headcanons

Mel King

𖥔 Attending the renaissance festival with Mel King would include…

𖥔 Riding Mel’s face till her glasses shatter