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confident

summary: Mel is worried that she won't be able to get you off properly her first time using a strap, but her worries disappear when she actually tries it out. 18+ mdni wc. 2.4k tags: mel king x f!reader, smut/pwp, first time use of a strap for both reader + mel, you shop for a strap together, brief fingering (reader receiving), mel has a praise kink, multiple orgasms, coming untouched (mel), based on this request!, references to this fic!

Mel was in a good mood. Great, even.

She was at the top of her game today - leading traumas without hesitation, treating patients at the bedside with a smile, and typing up her charts before Robby could even think of reminding her. 

It wasn’t unusual for Mel to be this energetic. She was an R3 after all. She always moved with confidence, her experience in the VA giving her a self-assurance that the younger residents hadn’t quite achieved just yet.

But the last time the PTMC saw Mel this eager, running around like she was gliding through air, was when you two were on a shift together.

You were also an R3, but you were mainly scheduled with the night shift. Abbot knew Robby already had a lot on his plate so he took you and Joy under his wing, leaving interactions with the day shift brief and sporadic.

Regardless of team assignments right now, you did spend your first few days at the PTMC with the morning shift. 

It was impressive how well you and Mel worked together despite not knowing each other. You and Mel would swap places wordlessly during the a patient’s primary exam, swapping tools and information until you knew what they needed to get patched up.

It only took a few more shifts together before you asked Mel for her number and you guys started dating. It was a shame you transferred to the night shift team, though Mel did admit it was distracting to work with you. 

“Mel’s in a great mood today.” McKay commented as she glanced over Javadi’s shoulder at the charts on her computer. 

“Yeah, I think she got some good news earlier. I saw her checking her phone a lot. Maybe it’s about her deposition!” Javadi smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she watched McKay’s eyes drifting down the screen. 

There was good news. Just, not about the deposition.

Earlier, Mel’s phone buzzed when she was making her tea in the break room. She was surprised to see it was a text from you.

You weren’t usually up this early, claiming you hated waking before the sun even rose. Mel wasn’t sure that was true - her 5:30 alarm always woke you both up (despite how hard she tried to set the volume low enough that it was only noticeable to her) and you never failed to smile into her shoulder and brush off her apologies. Sometimes, with your different schedules, mornings were the only times you two could be together. No matter how exhausted you were, you always made an effort to remind Mel of your love for her. That love usually manifested as your arms around her waist, whispering “stay with me for five more minutes” in her ear, or your fingers in her cunt, slowly coaxing her to a climax for some stress relief before another hard shift. 

Mel dipped the tea bag in her thermos a few times before throwing it out into the trash bin. She took a seat at the table and eagerly unlocked her phone, expecting something devastatingly domestic like a good morning text or a picture of your breakfast.

Instead, it was a picture of a package on your doorstep, and a short text that read: Guess what finally arrived! 

Mel choked on her tea. She was expecting the order to come next week, not today!

The conversation came up a few months ago after Mel’s impromptu introduction of a vibrator into your sex life. At first, Mel wanted to take things slow, mainly because she hadn’t had much time during med school to gain more hands-on experience with sex. Sure, before your relationship, she had masterbated and watched her fair share of porn, but she never really had a partner to try some of the things she was very interested in.

Like a strap.

Mel quickly learned that it was hard to hold back how much she wanted you - and how often. When she was apart from you, all she could think of was your lips on hers or the taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her mind drifted frequently. She started wondering how else she could make you cum, what would happen if she angled her fingers a different way, gave you some faster stimulation, or pushed into your cunt with something bigger than her fingers.

It was admittedly very easy getting over the guilt she had for fantasizing over you, especially since you reciprocated Mel’s desire with even more fervor, unashamed and eager. Sex always felt like such a taboo for her, but you made Mel feel comfortable with indulging in her fantasies. 

Mel was still worried she was moving too fast. She didn’t ask you how you would feel about using a vibrator, and though you did love it (she had to charge the batteries often because it was used so frequently) Mel regretted asking if you wanted to try out a strap so soon. Maybe you would say no or be hesitant. She never wanted to push you towards something you didn’t want.

Thankfully, you were quick to bring up the topic of a strap again, and Mel’s worries dissipated like steam. 

Mel was eating popcorn and pulling up a movie for you two to watch when you settled on the couch beside her with your computer on your lap.

“So, what color did you want?” you asked, your fingers brushing Mel’s as you grabbed some popcorn.

“For what?” Mel racked her brain to try and figure out what you were talking about. You mentioned buying new shoes for work earlier, maybe that was it. 

“For the strap.” You angled the computer so she could see better.

Mel’s eyes widened. She looked back and forth between the bright blue dildo on the screen and your smiling face. 

“Oh.”

You bit your lip, retracting slightly when you saw her expression. “Or not. You mentioned you wanted us to try a strap right? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to anymore-“

“No, I do-! I really want to.” Mel nodded quickly and set the popcorn bowl down on the table. “Just um, not blue. Anything but blue.”

You grinned. “Alright.”

Mel’s face heated up as you scrolled down the rows and rows of options on the website. She didn’t think you remembered her suggestion from last week. Though she was happy you did.

Mel scratched her neck as you continued scrolling past the different types of strap-ons. You giggled a little at a glow in the dark one. Mel, on the other hand, felt nervous. She could understand the appeal of all the colors and adaptations but she wanted to get things right and figure out how to properly get you off with a strap before trying out the more detailed toys. 

“Wait, that one.” Mel pointed to the screen and shifted closer to you, your thighs touching.

“Pink? Aw, yeah that’s cute. It’ll match the vibrator.” You clicked on the picture and added the item to the cart.

You pulled up the harness section. Mel swallowed. There were so many kinds, with little features that separated them all - a pocket that could fit a bullet vibe, and another one with straps around the thighs.

You kept scrolling until your mouse landed on a pair of boxers. Mel leaned closer to read the reviews. She liked how simple the design was compared to the other harnesses.

“Could wear it under your scrubs…” you mumbled, your nails scraping against the mousepad as you scrolled down the page. 

Mel looked at you, surprised. She was so focused on the pros and cons of each harness she forgot to consider your reaction and what made you squirm.

“Yeah, I could.” She reached over your arm and added the harness to the cart. “Alright, just need some lube and then I’ll pay for it.”

After you two purchased the order, Mel was so worked up she pushed you down against the couch cushions and ate you out. She curled her fingers in your cunt, storing away your moans now so she could compare what you’d sound like once she reached deeper with the strap.

“I paid for express shipping.” you murmured, stroking your thumb over the hem of Mel’s boxers as she straddled over you.

“That makes sense. I was wondering why it came so early.” Mel tried to fit the base of the strap-on into the harness but her fingers trembled. She was so nervous she felt like her blood was on fire. 

“Didn’t feel like waiting that long.” you grinned, taking the dildo from Mel’s hands and pushing it into place.

You stretched over the mattress to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand table. You squirted some in your palm and slathered it up and down the dildo.

Mel flexed her hands, unsure of how to help. Her chest rose and fell quickly, heat between her thighs as she watched you take control. Your hair was all tangled and sweaty from the previous rounds, and you had never looked more beautiful.

“There we go.” you whispered, voice a little rough from how you were just crying out in pleasure.

Mel cleared her throat, wiping her sweaty palms down her thighs. “Are you ready?”

You nodded and smiled up at her. 

Mel exhaled and lined up the tip with your cunt, then slowly pushed in. You were still pretty sensitive from the last few rounds and your thighs shook and subtly closed together.

Mel could see you stretching around the tip and her mouth fell open. She pushed your thighs apart with her soft palms and circled your clit with her thumb.

You moaned as Mel nudged further, your hips getting closer like magnets drifting together.

Mel looked up from your cunt to see your face. Your eyes were scrunched shut and you bit your lip.

“Does it hurt?” She asked, worried.

“No, no - feels good, keep going-“ you shook your head, hand reaching out to pull her closer by the waist of the boxers.

When Mel finally pushed the whole strap on into your cunt, you pulled her into a kiss as you grinded your clit against the base. 

You wrapped your hands around her neck and dragged your tongue against hers, smiling when you heard her quiet whimpers.

Mel braced her hand against the pillow and pulled her hips back. The strap-on was such a sight, glistening with your slick, a shudder ran down her spine.

She started thrusting shallowly, so eager to hear your moans. The strap-on dragged in and out of your walls, reaching farther and farther in your pussy every time.

You noticed Mel’s eyebrows furrowed together. You could tell she was still nervous about making you feel good. You smoothed the crease between her brows with a brush of your thumb.

“Doing so good, Mel.” you reassured her.

Mel flushed, soft hair falling over her eyes as she nodded. Her thrusts became more erratic as she tried angling her hips upwards.

You started panting, hips grinding against hers desperately, until Mel’s tip squished against your g-spot and you whined. 

Mel’s eyes lit up and her demeanor changed. In an instant, it was like all her confidence returned as she started driving the strap right into your g-spot. 

You squirmed under her, back arching off the mattress. Mel was sweating, her eyes locked onto your pelvises connected together. Each time the dildo squelched out of your cunt, she could see the pink silicone, the same color as her flushed body. She moaned and mumbled praises for your sweet pussy taking her so well and how pretty you sounded. 

Mel didn’t even realize she was rambling until you grabbed her hand and placed it onto the base of your stomach. Her eyes flickered to yours as she pushed her palm down. You gasped, a depraved cry coming out from your chest as Mel drove into your g-spot until you came.

Mel slowed her hips, thrusting deep and full while you rode out the aftershocks.

When your breathing evened, you looked up at her with a smile and she grinned back at you. You reached out for her, ready to bring Mel to her own orgasm, but she wrapped her hands around your waist and flipped you over. 

Your stomach pressed against the mattress and your cheek was smushed on the pillow. Mel ran her hands down the curve of your spine, panting like an animal.

“Mel, wait, don’t you want to get off too?” you asked, worried that she wasn’t getting pleasured too.

Mel pressed a wet kiss against the base of your neck. She spread your lips open and pushed the strap in again, the new angle making your eyes roll into your skull.

“I already did.” she groaned into your ear. 

Normally, Mel would feel embarrassed about coming untouched, but she was so addicted to the sight of your cunt taking her strap that all it took was hearing your praises and moans for her to orgasm.

Her boxers were wet, the fabric sticking to her folds, but she ignored the feeling and kept thrusting into your pussy.

Mel pushed one of your legs up to get a better angle. Your clit pressed flat against the mattress and dragged across the bedsheets each time Mel rolled her hips.

Her nipples brushed your bare chest. She couldn’t help the wrecked moans she let out once she looked down and saw the ring of cream forming around the base of the strap.

“Oh- god-“ Mel whined, pushing herself off you to drag a finger through the slick. Her mouth curved into a grin as she rubbed her fingers together, feeling your arousal.

Mel drove into you with more eagerness, sweat dripping down her chest as she pushed her glasses back up on her face to see you better.

You buried your face into the pillow as your climax approached quickly. Pressure built steadily in your stomach until you came again, keening against the mattress.

Mel helped you through the afterwaves again, then pulled the strap out of your messy cunt.

Your slick dribbled onto the bedsheets and Mel let out a shaky exhale.

“Hey, you okay?” Mel gave your pussy one last look before she crawled up to you and ran a hand down your back.

“Mhm.” you nodded, gingerly turning onto your side to look at her.

Your eyes met and you both broke into laughter.

“Next time I’ll wear the strap on.” You said, pressing a kiss to Mel’s cheek.

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confident

summary: Mel is worried that she won't be able to get you off properly her first time using a strap, but her worries disappear when she actually tries it out. 18+ mdni wc. 2.4k tags: mel king x f!reader, smut/pwp, first time use of a strap for both reader + mel, you shop for a strap together, brief fingering (reader receiving), mel has a praise kink, multiple orgasms, coming untouched (mel), based on this request!, references to this fic!

Mel was in a good mood. Great, even.

She was at the top of her game today - leading traumas without hesitation, treating patients at the bedside with a smile, and typing up her charts before Robby could even think of reminding her. 

It wasn’t unusual for Mel to be this energetic. She was an R3 after all. She always moved with confidence, her experience in the VA giving her a self-assurance that the younger residents hadn’t quite achieved just yet.

But the last time the PTMC saw Mel this eager, running around like she was gliding through air, was when you two were on a shift together.

You were also an R3, but you were mainly scheduled with the night shift. Abbot knew Robby already had a lot on his plate so he took you and Joy under his wing, leaving interactions with the day shift brief and sporadic.

Regardless of team assignments right now, you did spend your first few days at the PTMC with the morning shift. 

It was impressive how well you and Mel worked together despite not knowing each other. You and Mel would swap places wordlessly during the a patient’s primary exam, swapping tools and information until you knew what they needed to get patched up.

It only took a few more shifts together before you asked Mel for her number and you guys started dating. It was a shame you transferred to the night shift team, though Mel did admit it was distracting to work with you. 

“Mel’s in a great mood today.” McKay commented as she glanced over Javadi’s shoulder at the charts on her computer. 

“Yeah, I think she got some good news earlier. I saw her checking her phone a lot. Maybe it’s about her deposition!” Javadi smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she watched McKay’s eyes drifting down the screen. 

There was good news. Just, not about the deposition.

Earlier, Mel’s phone buzzed when she was making her tea in the break room. She was surprised to see it was a text from you.

You weren’t usually up this early, claiming you hated waking before the sun even rose. Mel wasn’t sure that was true - her 5:30 alarm always woke you both up (despite how hard she tried to set the volume low enough that it was only noticeable to her) and you never failed to smile into her shoulder and brush off her apologies. Sometimes, with your different schedules, mornings were the only times you two could be together. No matter how exhausted you were, you always made an effort to remind Mel of your love for her. That love usually manifested as your arms around her waist, whispering “stay with me for five more minutes” in her ear, or your fingers in her cunt, slowly coaxing her to a climax for some stress relief before another hard shift. 

Mel dipped the tea bag in her thermos a few times before throwing it out into the trash bin. She took a seat at the table and eagerly unlocked her phone, expecting something devastatingly domestic like a good morning text or a picture of your breakfast.

Instead, it was a picture of a package on your doorstep, and a short text that read: Guess what finally arrived! 

Mel choked on her tea. She was expecting the order to come next week, not today!

The conversation came up a few months ago after Mel’s impromptu introduction of a vibrator into your sex life. At first, Mel wanted to take things slow, mainly because she hadn’t had much time during med school to gain more hands-on experience with sex. Sure, before your relationship, she had masterbated and watched her fair share of porn, but she never really had a partner to try some of the things she was very interested in.

Like a strap.

Mel quickly learned that it was hard to hold back how much she wanted you - and how often. When she was apart from you, all she could think of was your lips on hers or the taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her mind drifted frequently. She started wondering how else she could make you cum, what would happen if she angled her fingers a different way, gave you some faster stimulation, or pushed into your cunt with something bigger than her fingers.

It was admittedly very easy getting over the guilt she had for fantasizing over you, especially since you reciprocated Mel’s desire with even more fervor, unashamed and eager. Sex always felt like such a taboo for her, but you made Mel feel comfortable with indulging in her fantasies. 

Mel was still worried she was moving too fast. She didn’t ask you how you would feel about using a vibrator, and though you did love it (she had to charge the batteries often because it was used so frequently) Mel regretted asking if you wanted to try out a strap so soon. Maybe you would say no or be hesitant. She never wanted to push you towards something you didn’t want.

Thankfully, you were quick to bring up the topic of a strap again, and Mel’s worries dissipated like steam. 

Mel was eating popcorn and pulling up a movie for you two to watch when you settled on the couch beside her with your computer on your lap.

“So, what color did you want?” you asked, your fingers brushing Mel’s as you grabbed some popcorn.

“For what?” Mel racked her brain to try and figure out what you were talking about. You mentioned buying new shoes for work earlier, maybe that was it. 

“For the strap.” You angled the computer so she could see better.

Mel’s eyes widened. She looked back and forth between the bright blue dildo on the screen and your smiling face. 

“Oh.”

You bit your lip, retracting slightly when you saw her expression. “Or not. You mentioned you wanted us to try a strap right? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to anymore-“

“No, I do-! I really want to.” Mel nodded quickly and set the popcorn bowl down on the table. “Just um, not blue. Anything but blue.”

You grinned. “Alright.”

Mel’s face heated up as you scrolled down the rows and rows of options on the website. She didn’t think you remembered her suggestion from last week. Though she was happy you did.

Mel scratched her neck as you continued scrolling past the different types of strap-ons. You giggled a little at a glow in the dark one. Mel, on the other hand, felt nervous. She could understand the appeal of all the colors and adaptations but she wanted to get things right and figure out how to properly get you off with a strap before trying out the more detailed toys. 

“Wait, that one.” Mel pointed to the screen and shifted closer to you, your thighs touching.

“Pink? Aw, yeah that’s cute. It’ll match the vibrator.” You clicked on the picture and added the item to the cart.

You pulled up the harness section. Mel swallowed. There were so many kinds, with little features that separated them all - a pocket that could fit a bullet vibe, and another one with straps around the thighs.

You kept scrolling until your mouse landed on a pair of boxers. Mel leaned closer to read the reviews. She liked how simple the design was compared to the other harnesses.

“Could wear it under your scrubs…” you mumbled, your nails scraping against the mousepad as you scrolled down the page. 

Mel looked at you, surprised. She was so focused on the pros and cons of each harness she forgot to consider your reaction and what made you squirm.

“Yeah, I could.” She reached over your arm and added the harness to the cart. “Alright, just need some lube and then I’ll pay for it.”

After you two purchased the order, Mel was so worked up she pushed you down against the couch cushions and ate you out. She curled her fingers in your cunt, storing away your moans now so she could compare what you’d sound like once she reached deeper with the strap.

“I paid for express shipping.” you murmured, stroking your thumb over the hem of Mel’s boxers as she straddled over you.

“That makes sense. I was wondering why it came so early.” Mel tried to fit the base of the strap-on into the harness but her fingers trembled. She was so nervous she felt like her blood was on fire. 

“Didn’t feel like waiting that long.” you grinned, taking the dildo from Mel’s hands and pushing it into place.

You stretched over the mattress to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand table. You squirted some in your palm and slathered it up and down the dildo.

Mel flexed her hands, unsure of how to help. Her chest rose and fell quickly, heat between her thighs as she watched you take control. Your hair was all tangled and sweaty from the previous rounds, and you had never looked more beautiful.

“There we go.” you whispered, voice a little rough from how you were just crying out in pleasure.

Mel cleared her throat, wiping her sweaty palms down her thighs. “Are you ready?”

You nodded and smiled up at her. 

Mel exhaled and lined up the tip with your cunt, then slowly pushed in. You were still pretty sensitive from the last few rounds and your thighs shook and subtly closed together.

Mel could see you stretching around the tip and her mouth fell open. She pushed your thighs apart with her soft palms and circled your clit with her thumb.

You moaned as Mel nudged further, your hips getting closer like magnets drifting together.

Mel looked up from your cunt to see your face. Your eyes were scrunched shut and you bit your lip.

“Does it hurt?” She asked, worried.

“No, no - feels good, keep going-“ you shook your head, hand reaching out to pull her closer by the waist of the boxers.

When Mel finally pushed the whole strap on into your cunt, you pulled her into a kiss as you grinded your clit against the base. 

You wrapped your hands around her neck and dragged your tongue against hers, smiling when you heard her quiet whimpers.

Mel braced her hand against the pillow and pulled her hips back. The strap-on was such a sight, glistening with your slick, a shudder ran down her spine.

She started thrusting shallowly, so eager to hear your moans. The strap-on dragged in and out of your walls, reaching farther and farther in your pussy every time.

You noticed Mel’s eyebrows furrowed together. You could tell she was still nervous about making you feel good. You smoothed the crease between her brows with a brush of your thumb.

“Doing so good, Mel.” you reassured her.

Mel flushed, soft hair falling over her eyes as she nodded. Her thrusts became more erratic as she tried angling her hips upwards.

You started panting, hips grinding against hers desperately, until Mel’s tip squished against your g-spot and you whined. 

Mel’s eyes lit up and her demeanor changed. In an instant, it was like all her confidence returned as she started driving the strap right into your g-spot. 

You squirmed under her, back arching off the mattress. Mel was sweating, her eyes locked onto your pelvises connected together. Each time the dildo squelched out of your cunt, she could see the pink silicone, the same color as her flushed body. She moaned and mumbled praises for your sweet pussy taking her so well and how pretty you sounded. 

Mel didn’t even realize she was rambling until you grabbed her hand and placed it onto the base of your stomach. Her eyes flickered to yours as she pushed her palm down. You gasped, a depraved cry coming out from your chest as Mel drove into your g-spot until you came.

Mel slowed her hips, thrusting deep and full while you rode out the aftershocks.

When your breathing evened, you looked up at her with a smile and she grinned back at you. You reached out for her, ready to bring Mel to her own orgasm, but she wrapped her hands around your waist and flipped you over. 

Your stomach pressed against the mattress and your cheek was smushed on the pillow. Mel ran her hands down the curve of your spine, panting like an animal.

“Mel, wait, don’t you want to get off too?” you asked, worried that she wasn’t getting pleasured too.

Mel pressed a wet kiss against the base of your neck. She spread your lips open and pushed the strap in again, the new angle making your eyes roll into your skull.

“I already did.” she groaned into your ear. 

Normally, Mel would feel embarrassed about coming untouched, but she was so addicted to the sight of your cunt taking her strap that all it took was hearing your praises and moans for her to orgasm.

Her boxers were wet, the fabric sticking to her folds, but she ignored the feeling and kept thrusting into your pussy.

Mel pushed one of your legs up to get a better angle. Your clit pressed flat against the mattress and dragged across the bedsheets each time Mel rolled her hips.

Her nipples brushed your bare chest. She couldn’t help the wrecked moans she let out once she looked down and saw the ring of cream forming around the base of the strap.

“Oh- god-“ Mel whined, pushing herself off you to drag a finger through the slick. Her mouth curved into a grin as she rubbed her fingers together, feeling your arousal.

Mel drove into you with more eagerness, sweat dripping down her chest as she pushed her glasses back up on her face to see you better.

You buried your face into the pillow as your climax approached quickly. Pressure built steadily in your stomach until you came again, keening against the mattress.

Mel helped you through the afterwaves again, then pulled the strap out of your messy cunt.

Your slick dribbled onto the bedsheets and Mel let out a shaky exhale.

“Hey, you okay?” Mel gave your pussy one last look before she crawled up to you and ran a hand down your back.

“Mhm.” you nodded, gingerly turning onto your side to look at her.

Your eyes met and you both broke into laughter.

“Next time I’ll wear the strap on.” You said, pressing a kiss to Mel’s cheek.

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r taking the strap from Mel King! First time…! And she’s so obsessed. Watching you cream around the strap, a ring around the bottom…

hey anon thanks for ur patience!! hope you enjoy!

you can read it here <3

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the cat that you have in the header looks my cat semsom (means sesame seed in arabic )

awee that’s so cute!! i love the name semsom omg <3

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hiiii i wanted to say you write mel so well!

are you all caught up on the Pitt?the scene when becca tells Mel what her diagnosis is is like so unbelievably hot to me, even just like the part where she says “yeah?” like so softly ughhhhh i love her, she’s such a soft dom it’s insane.

anyways sorry word vomit, but I haddd to get this off my chest and here your opinion💗💗💗

thank you so much!! <3 yes i am caught up on the pitt and oh my god mel is driving me crazy… in the preview when she was yelling at becca i know she was mad, she has the right to be upset, but i was so distracted and lowkey turned on by her voice/tone #needthat

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As the requester of femme!psychiatrist!reader I am over the moon with your one shot!! It was perfect, exactly as I imagined- thank you so much!

yay i’m so glad!! thank you for requesting i had sm fun writing about this pairing <33

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Damn you Ao3 curse! *shakes fist angrily*

In all seriousness, that sounds awful but I've got faith in you to navigate these trials like a champ. I am totally rooting for you. Sending all my love honey <3

so grateful for you 🥹💗 thank you sm 🫶

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I can’t stop thinking about Butch!Mel x Femme!Psychiatrist!Reader who is so empathetic and caring towards the patients and Mel is just captivated by her!! Need some headcanons if you are inspired by this pairing lovely!!

hi anon this pairing is so so cute and i'm sorry it took me so long to get to!! instead of hcs, i made it a one shot to make up for how long u had to wait. hope you enjoy!! <3 you can read it here!

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summary: Mel has a crush on the new psych resident. wc 1.9k tags: mel king x f!resident psychiatrist!reader, fluff, reader wears bracelets and has hair long enough to be tied up, very brief mentions of psych related cases (eating disorder, addiction, depression), mel pining for reader, based on this request!

“Dana, I need psych down in Central 3 for an opinion on a case.” 

“Sure thing kid, what’s the matter?” Dana asks, looking up from her clipboard at Mel.

Mel adjusts her glasses. “I believe the patient has a potential eating disorder. We, um, checked the enamel behind her front incisors and it’s degraded quite a bit, likely due to-”

“Excessive vomiting.” Santos says, pausing her charting. Her hands hover above her keyboard. “Which could mean bulimia. Anyone able to come down?”

Dana nods in acknowledgement. She looks around the ED lobby for any familiar faces, but everyone in sight is either a nurse or a patient. 

“Dr. Jefferson is with Javadi and Davis right now. I can call upstairs, see if anyone else is free at the moment.” Dana offers.

Mel’s eyes widen as she realizes there’s a chance you could come down and assist with the case. “Thank you. I don’t think the evaluation would take that long, given what the patient has already said about her lifestyle. Anyone would be great. Even a resident.” She says, trying her best not to seem too eager.

Santos glances at Mel with a smirk. “Yeah, is that psych resident with the bracelets in today? She’s pretty quick.”

Mel reminds Santos of your name before turning back to her own charts, nervously biting her lip.

The first time Mel met you was during your first day at the PTMC. She remembers the day vividly, mostly because you walked in, bright eyed, hair tied up with a bow, wearing a set of bracelets with dainty charms dangling off the chains. You made a good impression on all the ED staff. You showed up immediately whenever you were needed for an evaluation and you were gentle in the way that someone could be before the brutal demands of the ER wore them down. 

Robby jokingly bet that it would only take a month before you toughened up and stopped crying outside a patient’s room after talking with them. Mel didn’t understand his apathy. She thought it was better to care too much for your patients than to not care at all. 

She only had one conversation with you that day, and it was brief. 

Near the end of the shift, a pair of siblings came in after a skateboarding accident. The older brother broke his arm when he fell onto the pavement, and the younger sister blamed herself for his injury because she accidently ran into his way.

Mel had to stitch up some cuts on the boy’s leg, but he was too busy trying to comfort his sister to stay still. Kiara wasn’t around to step in, and Dana was about to separate the siblings so Mel could do her work, but you happened to walk by and peek into the room after hearing the commotion. 

You gave Mel a little wave and sat down next to the girl. You were able to calm her down in seconds, reassuring her that her brother was okay and his injuries would heal quickly. 

Mel admired how gentle you were with the child. She wondered if you ever considered going into pediatrics. Right as she finished up the older brother’s stitches, the younger girl pulled you into a hug.

You ran your hand down her hair and smiled. When you pulled away, the girl yelped in pain. Mel hurried over, worried that she missed something in her primary check up. 

Your hand was awkwardly hovering over the girl’s head, and when Mel bent down to check on her, she saw the problem. 

“Oh god, I think my bracelets are stuck in her hair.” you realized, mortified.

Mel bit back a smile. “Yeah. Let me help.” 

Mel carefully untangled the charms out of the girl’s hair. She held your wrist in one hand, her thumb over your pulse point, while her other hand slowly pulled strands of hair out of the chain. You ran a hand down the girl’s arm, mumbling apologies. You looked up at Mel and noticed the shape of her earrings.

“There. All done.” Mel exhaled.

The girl shyly thanked Mel and then bolted to her brother’s side, leaning over the bed to look at his stitches. Their parents walked into the room, relieved to finally see their kids, and you smiled as you watched the little girl hug her mom.

Mel followed you out of the room as you two left the family to talk amongst themselves. You leaned against the wall, your arms tucked behind your back as you made eye contact with Mel and gave her a smile.

“Thanks for helping me back there-” You began.

“Thank you for stepping in-” Mel said at the same time.

Mel blinked. She opened her mouth to apologize for cutting you off, but you laughed and gestured for her to speak first.

“Um, thanks for stepping in. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to finish those stitches while she was crying.” Mel continued. 

“No worries. The poor girl was so worried her brother’s arm would be broken forever, I think she just needed a reminder that bones heal after a few weeks,” you grinned, “And thanks for helping me. With the bracelets, I mean.” You lifted your wrist and shook the bracelets around. Mel’s eyes darted to the motion, her gaze flickering up to your manicured nails before returning to your face.

“You know, I actually think we’re matching!” you grinned. 

Mel’s eyebrows furrowed. She looked down at her outfit. Your scrubs were a different color, and her striped socks definitely did not match your polka dot ones. She tilted her head in confusion.

“Look,” you said, taking one of your bracelet’s charms into your fingers and showing it to Mel, “A horseshoe.”

“Oh.” Mel brought her hand up to her earlobe to feel the shape of her earring. “Yeah, we are matching.”

Mel swallowed. The idea made her feel warm, like the fluorescent lights were beaming straight down her neck. Mel tried to think of something to say to continue the conversation but her mind was blank. You stared up at her with that sweet smile. You two were so close together she could count every mole and freckle on your face. Mel wasn’t sure why she was so flustered but she was able to calm down a bit after fidgeting with her hands.

“Have you ever considered going into pediatrics?” she asked.

You tilted your head at her in surprise. Your lashes fluttered against your rosy cheeks. Mel bit her lip, squirming under your gaze.

“Honestly no, what makes you say-“

“Hey guys, the patient’s mom is asking about the boy’s treatment plan and something about the girl’s hair-?” Perlah interrupted, leaning her head out the door to get your attention. 

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, your bracelets jangling softly with the movement. Mel could see how tired you were. Your eyes were red around the edges from crying throughout the day. This shift was particularly rough. There was one patient that was suffering from addiction withdrawal and another patient with severe depression. Mel wanted to reach out and comfort you. 

You gave her a tired smile and walked back into the room. Mel heard your voice, upbeat and positive, as you sheepishly apologized for the incident with the little girl’s hair. 

“Mel, we need your help in Trauma 1. MVA with 3 injured.” Mohan called across the lobby.

Mel gave the room one last glance. She figured she could talk to you later and ask how your first day was. She could definitely relate to a terrible first shift.

After the car crash patients were stabilized, Mel looked around the emergency department but couldn’t find you. She asked Perlah where you were and learned that you had clocked out for the night. 

Mel sighed, disappointed. She tucked her hair behind her ear, smoothing out the flyaways of her braid. She brushed over her horseshoe earring and smiled.

Since then, you’ve been known around The Pitt as “the pysch resident with the bracelets”. You took the name in stride, but Mel hasn’t seen you wear them again ever since. She missed seeing parts of your everyday style shine through your work attire, especially since you two were matching with the horseshoes.

Mel hasn’t been able to talk to you that much because your schedules don’t align often. Even on days where you are working the same shift, Mel figures it’s better that she doesn’t have to talk to you regarding a patient. It always hurts when she can’t instantly take away someone’s suffering through medicine. 

“Hey Mel, I heard you needed an evaluation?” 

Mel whipped her head up from her computer. “Oh, uh, yes. Hi.”

Your hair is styled differently today, Mel realizes. You might be wearing a new lip shade too.

You smile at her. “Where do we need to go?” 

Mel leads you to Central 3 and takes a seat next to you at the patient’s bedside. Santos enters the room as well, and you all spend some time offering resources for her recovery. 

After you finish talking and exit the room, Santos leaves to finish her charting, leaving you and Mel alone. 

“How’s your residency going?” Mel asks. 

“It’s been good! How about you? I remember you mentioning a deposition last time we talked?” you answer, smoothing out your top.

“Oh, yeah, it’s today, actually.” Mel grimaces.

You look into her eyes and give her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. If you need anything, I’m just a call away. Though, maybe don’t use the ED phone? I think Dana would be mad.” you joke.

Mel laughs, feeling some tension leave her shoulders. “Thanks. I’ll use the phone and let you know if we have any more patients with long hair that need untangling.” 

You scoff and playfully hit her on the shoulder. “Hey! That was one time and you know it. I don’t even wear those bracelets anymore!” you whine.

“Sorry, sorry.” Mel lifts her hands up in apology. Her eyes shine with delight.

“And here I was, about to say we were matching again.” you huff, breaking her gaze to look around the emergency room.

Mel raises her eyebrows. She does a once over of herself and then turns back to you. You’re already smiling at her.

You take your hair and move it in front of your shoulder. “See? I thought of you this morning and decided to put my hair in a braid.” you look up at her expectantly.

Mel blushes. You think of her? Her hand comes up to her own braid as she mirrors your movement. She wishes she was running her fingers through your hair instead.

“Well, I should go. Here’s my number, text me if you need anything. And um, if you’d ever be interested in matching plans on one of your days off and going somewhere, let me know.” you hand her a sticky note with your number written in pink pen. 

Mel blinks and breaks out into a grin. “Okay.”

You give her a wave and walk away. Mel watches you go, biting her lip as her fingers press into the paper. Suddenly, she’s more preoccupied with what to text you rather than what she should say during her deposition. The anxious knot that’s been in her stomach all day evolving into something more pleasant, like butterflies. 

[melkingpilled]

We last saw you posting on the 28th of February, is it insane I keep checking to see if you did because it also means you're okay? I don't think so. So honey, come back and prove to us you're doing well. <3

hello!! thank you for checking in on me i am okay!! unfortunately the ao3 curse got me good - i’ve been struggling a lot with my mental health and school+ i got norovirus last week so i haven’t had the chance to write like i want to 🥹

i am so so grateful for all the love on my fics and i am so happy people are enjoying them!! i promise i will get back to posting as soon as i can, and if you sent in a request they will be getting top priority!!

i am planning on posting a new fic this weekend and i’m sorry for the wait 🙏 ily all sm and your support means the world to me <3

[heyitskoye]

GET ON THE MELLIS TRAIN

[melkingpilled]

i’m so excited for “just next door”...

incredible work! 🩷

thank you so much!! i’m so happy people are enjoying it so far!! i have sm planned for this series <3 part 2 will come out very soon :)

[tramplostinadaydream]

thank you angel on earth love of my life dr parker ellis for taking the time to directly and concretely address mel’s worries and explain why she doesn’t need to be concerned after everyone has been brushing her off all day

[melkingpilled]

The part where Mel shoves reader's panties in her pockets made me think. Would Mel be a panty stealer??? Imagine you get upset about losing your underwear just to find out it was Mel stealing them. Or would she give them back after she was done?

i feel like mel would try to hide her freak bc she's so used to pushing down her desires to focus on her goals that she feels guilty when she tunes into them. at first, you wouldn't even notice that you're missing a few pairs bc she's so diligent about hiding her habit but you’d catch on eventually

taking what's not yours!

summary: Mel is anxious about her deposition, and there are certain things that help take her mind off the lawsuit. 18+ mdni. wc 0.79k tags: mel king x f!reader, mel is pretty anxious, brief smut but mostly suggestive, oral (reader recieving), perv!mel

Mel is used to keeping up appearances. She’s struggled a lot after losing her parents, especially since she had to become the breadwinner for both her and her sister. But because of this responsibility, she knows that she can’t falter for even a second - that she has to be strong so people don’t doubt her abilities as a caregiver or a doctor.

Which is why, often times, she avoids distractions. Mel has had her goals lined up for years - attend med school and do her residency all so she can have a stable job that supports her and Becca for good. 

On occasion, though, she’ll let herself be indulgent.

Mel never expected to be named in a medical malpractice lawsuit for a case she took on her very first day at the PTMC. The lawsuit has been eating her up for weeks. She knows she did the right thing, Dr. Ellis has assured her that many times. But as the deposition approaches, Mel can’t stop worrying that she might lose her job - the one thing in her life that absolutely needs to stay constant. 

You’ve been so much help with easing Mel through her anxiety. Encouraging her to talk with the attending doctors about their own lawsuits, doing research on the next steps after the deposition. Some days, the statistics and timeline you wrote down on a post it note hanging off Mel’s fridge is enough. Other days, she can’t stop her mind from spiraling down the hundreds of possibilities that the lawsuit could bring, and she needs more than words to distract herself. 

So Mel will be indulgent. 

You notice when she’s humming with nervous energy, you always do, and you’ll invite her over to your apartment after work. You make her a cup of tea, put on some TV, and sit by her side to let her know that you’re there. Your comforting hand on her shoulder will run down her side and dip into her bottoms as you kiss her forehead or drag your teeth across her neck. 

And Mel, ever the sweetest, will try to flip the focus back on you by brushing her fingers over your clit. You pin her wrists down with your hand and make sure she cums first, that she comes undone before she even tries to worry about you. 

You end up on your back afterwards anyways, because Mel always prefers giving than receiving, but you can tell her mind has gone to bliss with the way she’s dragging her tongue over your cunt and rutting her hips against the couch. 

Later in the night, when you send Mel home after one last kiss, you tidy up the living room, placing the pillows back on top of the cushions and picking up your discarded clothes. You can’t seem to find your underwear, even after looking behind the couch and under the rug, but the thought slips your mind after you get a sweet text from Mel thanking you for your help.

You only remember what you lost when your cotton panties reappear, neatly folded, in your drawer the next time Mel stays over. 

“Huh, I’ve been looking for these.” you mention to Mel as you two get dressed for work.

“Oh, yeah, I guess they got mixed up with my stuff from the other night.” she replies, eyes darting to you for a brief second as she finishes braiding her hair. 

You think it over before you nod and continue to get ready. “Makes sense.”

Mel lets out a sigh of relief when you turn your back to her. Guilt twists in her stomach at her lie but she doesn’t elaborate further. She’s not sure how to say that she slipped your panties in her back pocket as she left your apartment that day, the thin fabric a reminder that you’re still here and you will be all throughout the lawsuit. 

The topic doesn’t come up again until one date night when you wear a brand new lacy pair that peeks out from under your bottoms. You noticed the pattern of your panties going missing whenever Mel came over, and decided to test your suspicions. Much to your delight, Mel can’t keep her eyes from drifting to your hips. She can’t keep her hands off of you, not until you both sit down for dinner and you excuse yourself for a minute.

When you return from the bathroom and slide across the booth to sit by her side, you grab her hand and press your lips to her ear.

“Thought you might want these.” 

Mel looks down, confused, and opens her palm to find a bundle of lace. She turns a bright shade of pink and nearly chokes on her food. 

[bernard-the-rabbit]

Haven't you heard? I'm the internet girl

[melkingpilled]

surprise!

summary: In the slow hours of another night shift, you find it hard to stay quiet as Mel takes care of you in the bathroom. 18+ mdni wc. 1.9k

tags: mel king x f!resident!reader, smut, perv!mel, slight overstimulation(reader receiving), use of a vibrator, semi-public sex, brief mentions of mel getting cut while cooking

You know you shouldn’t admit it, but it’s been a relatively slow night. Your charts are finished, your patients are asleep, and the other residents are currently taking naps in the vacant rooms before the morning rush.

It’s been a quiet night and yet you still feel restless. You push around the deck of cards strewn across the break room table. Ellis abandoned your game of speed to take a lap and check on patients, so you’re sitting alone and glancing at the door every few minutes as you wait for Mel to finish her round.

Your leg bounces against the tiled floor and you sigh, grabbing your phone to scroll through your camera roll until your girlfriend shows up.

As you’re deleting all your unnecessary screenshots, you come across a candid picture you took of Mel. Your face heats up as you remember that night.

You were both exhausted after a 10 hour shift, but Mel had insisted on preparing dinner for you and Becca. You offered to pay for takeout but Mel had rolled her sleeves up and chopped up some vegetables, saying her usual spiel about daily nutrients and getting enough fiber. You had smiled and came up behind her to press a kiss to her cheek, but you accidentally startled her and the knife slipped.

You helped her clean up the cut and finish dinner, but when you two went to bed later that night, and Mel’s hand started snaking down your sleep shorts, she suddenly stilled.

Mel had to pass on using her bandaged fingers to make you cum, so she went down on you instead. She mouthed over your cunt so eagerly her glasses fogged up. Her tongue dragged over your slit again and again until you whined and tugged on her braid, and she relented - using her other hand to spread your folds open while she pressed a kiss inside.

You squirm at the memory, suddenly sweating. A familiar heat pools in your stomach and you feel a faint dampness collecting in your panties.

The door to the break room swings open and you flinch, scrambling to make yourself busy. You hastily gather the playing cards into a stack and fumble with fitting them back in the box.

“I guess you haven’t been busy?” Mel asks as she settles down in the seat across from you.

“No, not really.” You answer, avoiding her gaze as you try to blink away the thoughts of her mouth on yours.

You bite your lip in frustration as the cards slip out of your grasp and spill all over the table. Mel holds out her hand, unbothered. You place the empty box in her palm and help her stack the cards in one pile. She eases them into the box and closes the top, giving you a smile. You can tell she’s tired by the way she massages her neck, so you keep to yourself and give her the time to take a breather.

Mel hesitates for a few seconds, watching you as you fidget absentmindedly with the stethoscope around your neck.

“ I, um, have a surprise for you. Do you want to see it? I don’t think we’re getting any more patients any time soon.”

You look up at her. Mel’s cheeks are a rosy pink. She stares at you sheepishly and you grin.

“Sure.”

You follow Mel across the emergency department to the lockers. Your footsteps echo through the hallway and you can hear the steady beeps and gentle snoring coming from each room.

Mel punches in the code for your locker and swings the door open before unlocking her own. You set the deck of cards in your backpack as she rummages through her belongings and shoves something in her pocket.

Once she’s ready, she shuts her locker and leads you to the bathroom. Mel stops just outside the door and glances around the hallway.

“Ellis is doing her rounds. I’m sure it’ll be fine if we step off for a few minutes.” you reassure her.

Mel blinks. “Oh. Yeah. Sounds good.” Her gaze flits across the department again before she pushes the bathroom door open.

You trail after her. “What do you want to eat after we get out? I’m thinking we could stop by Eatn’ Park. My treat.” You offer as Mel starts washing her hands at the sink. You stare at her long fingers and swallow.

“You sure? I mean, I’m okay with that. You just seem pretty tired.” Mel says. She dries her hands off with a paper towel and tosses it into the trash can.

“ Oh no, I’m fine. I’m surprisingly not tired. Must be that tea you made for me before we clocked in.”

“Yeah?” Mel responds, pushing a stall door open.

You nod and lean against the wall, ready to wait for her while she uses the restroom.

Mel meets your gaze and tilts her head towards the stall. “C’mere.”

You furrow your eyebrows but listen, joining her inside the small space. Your back presses against the door as she locks it shut. Mel’s knees awkwardly insert in between yours.

“So… the surprise..?” you ask as you wrap your arms around Mel’s waist.

Mel doesn’t say anything. Instead, she shuffles closer and kisses you.

You immediately reciprocate, your hands automatically tightening around her hips as you pull her towards you. Mel tugs your bottom lip in between her teeth and you sigh in response. She pushes her tongue into your mouth right as she nudges your legs open to settle her thigh in between yours.

You stifle a moan as you begin to grind on her leg. The sound of fabric brushing fabric echoes throughout the empty bathroom. Your heart beats in your ears.

Mel pulls away to brush some hair out of her face and your lips chase after hers. You dip your head down to suck at that sweet spot on her neck and she groans. Your cotton panties are slick, the arousal easing the friction between your cunt and Mel’s scrubs.

Mel starts to untie your scrub bottoms and reality hits you. You nip at her neck in retaliation.

“We can’t. Need to get back to work.” you breathe into her ear. Despite the ache in your stomach and the way Mel’s quiet whines make your hips jolt across her thigh, you know that you both have a responsibility to your patients.

“I’ll make it quick, promise.” Mel begs desperately. She pulls away to look in your eyes and you immediately give in.

You know better than to let Mel make you orgasm even once because of how insatiable she is. Some nights she’ll bring you to a high over and over until you’re seeing stars and the bedsheets are wet with devotion. But you don’t doubt Mel. You trust her and know very well how she can make you cum in an embarrassing amount of time.

“Okay. Just one.” you nod.

Mel grins and kisses you again in gratitude. She must really be exhausted. She only gets like this when she wants to relax, and nothing makes her feel better than seeing you go dumb on pleasure because of her.

You hear Mel take her hand out of her pocket, another layer of fabric rustling spinning through your ears.

Mel dips her fingers down your stomach and your head falls onto her shoulder. Your breaths hit her collarbone, quick and shallow as her rough fingertips gently prod at your clit over your panties. Mel bites her lip when she feels how wet you are.

She starts drawing circles over your clit and you slowly let go of your haste to indulge in pleasure. Just as your mind starts to go fuzzy, Mel removes her fingers and replaces them with something else. You faintly register that Mel is holding something in her palm when you feel a firm pressure against your cunt and hear a barely audible click.

You feel the buzzing before you hear the soft hum of the vibrator Mel presses against your pussy. You let out a choked groan at the unexpected sensation and keen into Mel’s shoulder. She shushes you gently and runs a hand down your side as she returns to making circles around your clit.

You tremble against Mel, already feeling that knot form in your belly. Mel angles the vibe until it’s adjusted enough and the shaft hovers over your slit. Mel uses her knee to open your thighs wider and spread open your folds. She presses the shaft into your cunt, your panties a thin layer preventing it from dipping inside any further.

You whine and dig your nails into Mel’s hips. She moans in response, rambling under her breath about how pretty you look right now.

You’re so wet the vibe starts to glide across your cunt. Your hips grind automatically against the toy.

Mel leans down to press a kiss to your head and you break - climaxing so hard your knees almost give out. As you recover, Mel bumps the vibrations up by another level and you squeal.

“Just one more - please - just one-“ Mel pleads, pushing the shaft deeper until your cunt sucks it in and it touches your g-spot.

You moan so loudly Mel presses you against the stall door and covers your mouth. She watches your fucked out expression with furrowed eyebrows and her chest heaves.

You don’t last long until your orgasm approaches a second time and you’re arching into Mel’s chest, gripping onto any part of her you can reach. Mel turns down the vibration level and pulls the part away from your clit. She thrusts the shaft in and out of your cunt until you finish riding out your high and the sound of your slick-soaked panties echoes through the bathroom.

Mel pulls the vibe out of your bottoms and you can see it clearly for the first time. It’s a light pink. You think you painted your nails the same shade a few weeks ago.

“Hell of a surprise.” you weakly laugh as you glance up at Mel’s face. She looks wrecked, her cheeks and ears blushing pink.

She brings the vibe to her mouth and sucks your arousal off the silicone, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

You press your thighs together as you watch. The wet gusset of your panties digs into your clit and you swallow.

“I wanted to try something new. Did you like it?” Mel asks earnestly after popping the vibe out of her mouth. She stares at you like she’s asking you about breakfast and not how she just made you cum twice in a few minutes.

“God, yes. That was insane.” you groan.

You bend over to grab some toilet paper and start cleaning yourself up.

“Oh, here -“ Mel reaches in her pocket again and pulls out a pair of your cotton underwear.

You blink at her before shaking your head with a smile. “Thank you.”

Mel helps you step out of your bottoms to change. She takes your old panties and shoves them in her pocket without a word. You raise an eyebrow at the action but don’t say anything either.

You two step out of the stall to fix yourselves up. Mel washes the vibe with cold water and wraps it up in a paper towel before putting it back in her pocket. She washes her hands as you retie your hair back into a ponytail.

Your knees still feel weak as you follow Mel to the lockers. You nervously glance around the hallway as she puts your underwear and the vibe into her bag with an unbothered expression.

She closes her locker shut and turns to you with a smile. “How would you feel about trying a strap next time?”