➺ pitt sideblog for @caroldantops. will contain both reader insert and ship content. multi/polyship haven. everyone is a blunt once i get my paws on them.
➺ i don't take fic requests - but anything sent to my askbox has a chance of getting a blurb as a response depending on how i feel! just don't always expect full writing to come out of it :)
this is an 18+ only smut blog, minors do not interact. minors or blogs with no age indicator will be blocked. ⚠ this blog will contain heavy kink content (age play/MDLG, pet play, piss, etc.) and possibly darkfic content (fauxcest, noncon, intox, etc.) - dont like, dont read
anti AI, pro reblogging and commenting on writers works ♡
🩹 staff on duty...
cassie mckay, trinity santos, samira mohan, baran al-hashimi, dana evans, emma nolan, victoria javadi, parker ellis
🩹 hospital directory...
#doctor's orders -> all my posts
#sfdp: safe for da pitt -> my non-smut posts
#nsfdp: not safe for da pitt -> my smut posts
#silver writes -> fics/blurbs/headcanons
#pitt blurb -> short fics!
#pitt fic -> longer fics! (these are cross-posted on ao3) and are compiled on my fic masterlist
#doggy on duty -> hybrid au feat. reader as baran's service dog (x)
#break room -> non-fic related posting (yapping, memes, etc.)
cassie getting home from a long ass shift and hearing the shower running, smiling to herself despite how tired she is because at least her girl is here
pulling back the shower curtain to see vic fucking back onto a dildo suctioned to the wall, caught wide eyed half way down the toy
cassie simply strips, and steps under the water, keep going, i love a shower with a show, and vic starts moving again, hesitantly because there’s no way cassie is letting her get away with this so easily
and she’s right because cassie keeps her cunt stuffed the rest of the evening, until she’s swollen and sore and oversensitive, paying no mind to whether vic cums or not, just keeps her all full up, needy little hole aren’t you, act like a slut and i’ll keep you filled like one
trinity is over an hour late when she finally get home, and she can see vic’s car parked up outside as she hurries up to her apartment
practically flings her work bag across the entranceway and kicks off her shoes as she slams the door behind herself, hurrying into the bedroom without knocking and stops dead in her tracks
vic is splayed out on her bed, slowly working their biggest plug into her, mouth parted with little strained breaths, couldn’t have waited for me? trinity asks, vic shudders as the widest part of the plug slips in, base nestling between her cheeks
just getting warmed up for you trin, i know how impatient you can be vic teases, and trinity moves around to get a better view, can see how wet she is, can see, when vic dutifully pulls her knees up towards her chest, the plug sat prettily inside her
she gets ready in record time, showered and clean because she’s not bringing hospital germs onto her bed no matter how enticing the woman on it is, then tightening the harness low around her hips, their smallest strap, bought purposefully for this attached to it
flips vic over, onto her hands and knees, pulls gently at the plug just to hear her moan, and then again, breathe baby, pulls firmer, til it slips out of her, leaves her ass ready for her to fuck
an extremely generous squirt of lube, and then the tip, pressing against the rim, you ready? a slightly bratty thumbs up thrown over a shoulder in response and then trinity pushes in
slow, so slow, let’s vic adjust as she needs, reaching round to pet at her clit as she rocks into her, giving her sparks of pleasure as she goes, doing so good vic, almost there
vic’s squirming now, she loves this feeling, the fullness of it all, but it always takes a moment for her to settle into it, helped along by trinity’s fingers fluttering over her clit as she goes
it feels like forever until trinity is fully inside, looking down in awe as vic takes her entire strap in her ass. pulls the cheeks apart just a little, just to look, a drizzle of lube more where they’re connected together, to ease the next part
a squeeze to her hip and then, thank you, fuck, i love you vic, letting me fuck you like this, so perfect, gonna start moving now, lemme know how it feels
and it’s meant as a reminder to check in, to tell trinity if there’s something wrong, but vic takes it literally, groans, head hanging low, as trinity begins to move, feels so good trin, can feel you everywhere
perhaps it’s stupid but it makes trinity preen, to know the vic trusts her with this, lets her do this, picks up the speed of her thrusts just as a touch, bends over to press kisses along the top of the other woman’s spine
one hand still working at her clit, dipping occasionally to gather some of the copious amounts of slick dripping out of her cunt and back to it, mumbling praise against her skin as her hips keep working, so good for me, taking it so well, perfect perfect perfect
Last Athens ask of the day. Every day I go to bed thinking of intense psychosexual mommy kink… Trinity whining and refusing to move her face from her mommy’s chest because she’s ‘hungry, mama!’ Trinity falling asleep suckling…
*coughs* anyway, I have to work for twelve hours tomorrow and you better believe I’m gonna be thinking up ways to make you blush in my next McSanshimi chapter (the Smut chapter, hehehehe). Might dabble in some puppy McKay as a treat to myself… ooh! Or maybe some good boy Trinity!! For flavor, ya know?
YAAAAAYYY PSYCHOSEXUAL MOMMY KINK!!!!
yes yes yes nursing!!! godddd 🥰🥰 so sweet
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listen. won’t be hard. i blush very easily. especially reading mommy kink.
Your reblog with Baran, Samira, and Mel is making me feel things. She totally would watch them kiss and just sit there and enjoy it, wouldn’t she? Those are her babies. Her little girls. Mama’s *best* girls.
ughhh yes theyre literally her sweet girls!! the sweetest of all time. and they both deserve to relax and so does baran and the best way to do that is obviously to let them get out all that tension with each other. baran sitting back and watching as samira is perched in mel's lap. telling mel she can touch if she wants because mel is holding her hands awkwardly to the side.
mel's hands running over samira. samira tugging at mel's hair as they kiss. all tongues and spit and making the neediest noises into each others mouths. mel occasionally looking over at mama for approval but samira is lost in the kiss. becomes focused on kissing down mel's neck which makes her hips jerk.
baran praising them the whole time. the softest voice.
"my sweet girls."
"mama's precious angels. making me so happy."
"good babies, keep it up. gonna let you make mama feel good next. would you two like that? if mama let you eat her out as a reward for being so good all day?"
Tagging on to the heart anon’s last ask because I concur that if one of those three moms uses their Mom voice in the ER, all our Pitt ladies would just *freeze*. Instant compliance. Dana is cackling about it, Baran has that amused sparkle in her eyes, Cassie looks so fucking smug, but Trinity, Mel, Vadi, and Samira are basically dripping just from hearing the Mom Persona come out to play at work
my poor girls 💗💗
i love the idea of samira usually being the most composed out of all the disasters... but baran is her weakness. cassie definitely smugly asks, "you good?" with that annoying lil smirk when samira is looking at baran all doe eyed when baran is being extra mommy <3
i wish i could grab clips rn but vic in this scene "did you sign up for the patient?? 🙄🙄" the way her voice goes is so fucking bratty ohhh bitchvadi you will always be famous to me!!!!!
i love how almost all the younger pitt girls have mommy issues i think certified moms cassie dana and baran have a field day with that, not even always in the bedroom just in casual dominance at work and such
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literally that entire ED is mommy issues central its truly beautiful <3
Athens here! Need you to know that receiving that notification (yes I have notifs on for you, I’m basically in love with you, shut up) in the middle of work had me blushing and kicking my feet, trying to stay cool so my coworkers didn’t ask me about it lol
i would hope youre in love with me considering i already started planning our wedding, oh how you soon forget </3 :p
dawg i have a sfw pitt tumblr but i will draw you literally whatever for that wonderful blurb you did
(thanks for helping me realize i have a humiliation kink damn)
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always here to bring out the kinks in people <3
also honestly the fact that you even offered is sweet enough!! i wanted to write something for that au anyway hehehe but if you get in the mood to draw some mcvadi ill happily have them dedicated to me ;3
if you write a blurb about victoria shaving cassie’s bush i will draw you mcvadi smut or give you head or something we can do like an old timey trade ughhhh i needddddd
(no worries if not and it’s annoying to by hounded with prompts, i know writers block sucks ass, i’m in the middle of it rn)
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(continued from this) tldr; based off the chucky plot where nica gets kidnapped and infantilized. vic does that to cassie <3
beware the warnings. dead dove do not eat. dont like dont read ❤️🩹
notes: dark themes, whump, implied kidnapping/noncon, infantilization/force ageplay, bondage, forced shaving (RIP cassies bush you will be missed), feminization/sissification but like on a butch (implied butch cassie), domme victoria/sub cassie, mommy kink, orgasm denial, stockholm syndrome
"stand up for me, baby."
"thought i wasn't supposed to do that."
"watch your tone with me," victoria scolds, pinching cassie's arm. cassie scowls, but she takes the warning. the warm water sloshes around her in the tub as she tries to steady herself. with her hands still tied behind her back, it makes the task much more difficult than it should be. victoria just watches with amusement dancing in her eyes.
once cassie is standing, she assumes victoria is helping her out of the tub. but, no. she couldn't be so lucky.
victoria taps cassie's thigh. "spread."
"what are you doing?" cassie tenses.
"don't ask questions, cassie. spread for mama."
the nickname makes cassie's stomach churn. when victoria refers to herself as that, it means there's some sort of new humiliation coming. but, afraid of the consequences, cassie spreads her thighs.
victoria's fingers are a bit chilly when they touch cassie. cassie closes her eyes, holds her breath. she doesn't see what victoria grabs from the shower caddy beside her.
cassie only reacts again when she feels something cool and wet against her naked mound. she instinctively tries to jerk away, but there's nowhere to go. she looks down at victoria, lips parted in shock.
"what the fuck are you doing?"
"language, babygirl." victoria says with a tiny smirk tugging at her lips. "i'm shaving you. babies are supposed to be smooth."
cassie looks between her legs. sees victorias fingers holding skin taut. shaving cream readied. a razor in victoria's other hand, hovering over her bush. utter confusion crosses cassie's face.
"why are you doing that? i thought..." cassie doesn't finish the sentence with i thought you liked me hairy. "usually women like the hair. say its part of the appeal."
"aw," victoria pouts up at her mockingly. "poor baby. had to pretend to be all masc and tough for so long, huh? don't worry, mama will fix it."
the words should make cassie want to scream. part of her identity being stripped away so blatantly, just to fit victoria's little world she's created around cassie. but there's something else in the statement that makes cassie quiver with an emotion she can't quite name.
it's not just the feminization, but the infantilization. the combination of the two makes cassie's head buzz in ways that make her want to punch herself in the gut for behaving in such a way. it's too complicated for her to analyze right now, especially when her head is starting to sink slowly, slowly, into that haziness. what victoria's called her littlespace.
while cassie is having her internal debate, victoria has already started shaving. she's smooth and steady with it, and something about the concentration on vic's face reminds her of the times she instructed and guided her through giving stitches.
victoria's fingers work clinically, but with the proximity, it's impossible for her fingers to not brush against cassie's folds and clit occasionally. especially since cassie's clit protrudes from between her lips, always so sensitive to being brushed against. but victoria is probably doing it purposefully too.
there's no way that she doesn't notice that cassie is starting to drip arousal down her thighs. but victoria has been denying her, too. will do everything in her power to tease cassie, but then claim that, "you're too little to play like that, cass. that playtime is for big girls."
the sound of the razor gliding through cassie's bush is the backdrop to cassie's stuttered breathing. here she is, a grown woman being shaved while being cooed at like a baby. by a woman 20 years younger than her. a woman who has only recently been able to legally drink alcohol. cassie was already an alcoholic by the time victoria was born.
shame clouds cassie's mind. shame and humiliation. it gnaws at her skin. prickling. why has she let this happen? why can't she just run? is she that afraid of victoria? or is she slowly breaking under the suffocation of victoria's cruel caress?
maybe victoria was right, all those times she told cassie that it was easier to give in.
she wouldn't have to understand why her body is responding to victoria's torture. she wouldn't have to analyze why being belittled and stripped of what has made cassie cassie makes her pussy drool.
she wouldn't have to decide those things. victoria would. mama would.
that sounds nice.
maybe that's why, once the shaving is done and bathtime is over, when victoria guides her to bed, cassie finds herself leaning in a bit more. she doesn't kick and struggle as victoria slides pretty pink panties up cassie's smooth legs, over her freshly shaven cunt. they become slick as cassie's arousal paints them, but victoria simply pats her over them.
"there. mama's sweet girl is all tidy now. so precious."
cassie makes a soft noise. not quite a whine, but something breathier, more fragile. her eyes are glassy as she watches victoria. keeps that eye contact as victoria dresses her in soft, patterened pajamas. mittens are buckled over her hands so she can't use her fingers. victoria smiles, and despite cassie's position, it's not cruel this time.
"there she is," victoria hums, nuzzling her nose against cassie's cheek. cassie feels her eyes well with tears. one falls. she didn't know she could do that anymore.
