I do write fics, mostly the Pitt women x reader but I do want to expand my horizons one day đ
I don't tend to enjoy anything other than wlw content but there is the rare exception now and again
Asks and requests are currently open!
This is my Pitt sideblog so don't expect much else other than content from the Pitt lol (90% of my engagement comes from my main, @mycactusandi anyway)
Fav characters: Baran Al-Hashimi, Trinity Santos, Cassie McKay (Runner up Yolanda Garcia đ€) But I do love all the women + Whitaker and Shen
Fav ships: Barantos, Garsanshimi, Mcvadi (And nearly any pitt women x reader fic tbh)
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#fave- My favorite fanfics
youâre sprawled on victoriaâs couch after a long day, the tv flickering a show youâve been watching the past two hours. victoriaâs been eyeing you for the last fifteen minutes, leg bouncing until she finally just climbs into your lap like she canât wait another second. her hands cup your face right away, thumbs brushing your cheeks, and she leans in kissing you, tongue sliding against yours like sheâs been thinking about this nonstop. a small desperate noise escapes from the back of her throat as she press closer, her body already warm and solid on top of you.
âmissed you so much,â she mumbles between kisses, not even pulling back enough for the words to come out clear. you kiss her back just as messy, hands sliding up under her hoodie to feel the soft skin at her waist. she shivers when your fingers hit a spot along her ribs, and she grinds down once, slow and testing if youâre as gone for her as she is for you.
you are. you grip her hips tighter, pulling her in, and she rocks again, this time harder. âyeah?â you breathe against her mouth. âiâve been right here though,â you tease.
ânot like that⊠iâve missed your hands on my body.â she huffs and kiss you deeper, tongue licking into your mouth sloppy and needy, hips starting up a small rhythm, grinding her pussy against your thigh through clothes.
itâs embarrassing how quick you both get into it. her breathingâs already getting ragged, little gasps every time she rolls forward. you can feel the heat of her even through the layers. you buck up to meet her and she whimpers, breaking the kiss to bury her face in your neck. âi need you,â she whispers, lips moving against your skin. her teeth graze your collarbone and you swear under your breath, hand slipping down to squeeze her ass, guiding her movements. sheâs humping your thigh like she canât help it, desperate little rocks that makes you moan.
âneed you too,â you say, voice low and shaky. she lets out a whine and bites your bottom lip gently then soothes it. her hands are under your shirt, palms flat on your stomach, sliding up to cup your breasts. she thumbs over your nipples through your bra and you arch into it, moaning into her mouth.
sheâs grinding harder, chasing that pressure, her sweatpants bunched up between her legs. âneed you closer,â she pants, sitting up enough to yank at your shirt. âoff, please. wanna feel your skin.â you help her tug it over your head and she does the same with her hoodie, tossing them both somewhere behind the couch. her bra follows quick, and then sheâs pulling yours off too, hands clumsy in her hurry.
when your bare chests press together she groans loud, arms wrapping around you tight. her nipples are hard against yours, breasts soft and warm. âgod, baby. you feel so good.â she says, voice wrecked. she starts grinding again, bare skin on bare skin now except for the pants still between you. you feel every roll of her hips, the way her body fits against yours. you kiss down her neck, sucking marks thatâll be there tomorrow, and she tilts her head to give you more room, one hand in your hair tugging just right.
you flip her suddenly, laying her back on the cushions, and she spreads her legs wide without thinking, pulling you down between them. the new position lets you grind your pussy right against hers through the layers of clothes. the pressure feels so good, right where you both need it. victoriaâs eyes flutter shut for a second, mouth open. ây-yes, fuck⊠keep doing that.â
you shove her sweatpants down her hips and she lifts up to help, kicking them off along with her underwear. you do the same, nearly falling off the couch in the rush. finally naked, you settle back on top and the first slide of your wet cunt against hers makes you both moan loud. sheâs dripping, slick coating everything, making the glide smooth. you start slow, rolling your hips so your clits catch just right, and victoriaâs whole body jerks. âoh my god,â she whines, hands grabbing your ass, pulling you harder against her. âyouâre so wet, baby. feels sâ good against me.â
you grind down in messy circles, slick sounds loud in the room every time your cunts slide together. her clit is swollen against yours, pulsing with every press. victoriaâs moaning nonstop, legs locked around your waist, heels digging into your back. âharder,â she begs, voice cracking. âplease, i need it.â you give it to her, fucking against her faster, the wet slap of your bodies mixing with both your whimpers. sweatâs beading on her skin, making her breasts shine under the lamp light. you lean down and suck one nipple into your mouth, tongue flicking it while you keep grinding, and she arches up with a sharp cry with one hand holding your head there.
her other hand slips between you for a second, spreading her pussy lips wider so her clit rubs firmer against yours. the extra contact is electric. you feel her slick dripping down your thigh, mixing with yours, making everything slippery. âyouâre dripping all over me,â you mutter against her breast, biting lightly.
she shudders hard. âcanât help it. you make me so fucking horny.â
you sit up a bit, hands on her thighs pushing them wider, watching where youâre joined. itâs hot, seeing her pussy swollen and shiny, sliding against yours. victoriaâs watching too, eyelids heavy, lips parted, her hips bucking up to meet you. you grind down harder, and she lets out this broken moan that goes straight to your own pussy. the pressureâs building fast, the tight coil in your belly getting hotter.
âgonna come soon,â you tell her, voice shaky. she nods fast, nails digging into your hips.
âme too. donât stop, please donât stop.â her words are desperate, and it makes you grind faster, chasing it. the couch is creaking louder, your bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm. you reach down and pinch one of her nipples, rolling it between your fingers, and she cries out, back bowing off the cushions.
âi- iâm so close⊠so close- fuck! right there,â she pants. you keep the angle perfect, rubbing your clit over hers again and again, slick everywhere. her thighs start trembling around you, breath coming in short gasps.
âcome with me, baby,â you say breathless, leaning down to kiss her. she kisses back, tongue fighting yours, and then sheâs coming hard, pussy pulsing against yours, flooding more wetness between you. her moans are loud and broken, hips jerking up wildly as she rides it out.
feeling her lose it pushes you over right after. the orgasm hits, making your cunt throb against hers, waves crashing through you while you keep grinding against her, messy and uncoordinated. âvic- shit,â you moan into her mouth, bodies locked together. it feels endless, the pleasure dragging out as you both twitch and shudder.
eventually you slow down, just lazy little rocks to ease you both, making you both whimper. victoriaâs arms wrap around you tight, pulling you down so youâre chest to chest again, hearts pounding against each other. sheâs breathing hard into your hair, one hand stroking your back slow and soothing. she softly kisses the side of your head. âi love you.â
you smile against her neck, nuzzling in, feeling the sticky mess between your thighs but not caring one bit. âi love you too, victoria.â
she hums and smiles against you, legs still loosely around you.
Since I'm working mostly on my upcoming series and my oneshots have gone dry I'm opening requests!! Please send any fluff, angst, smut, whatever you have my way, I need ideas đ
I'll do any pitt women x reader or any pittyuri ships but no men sorry! I'm also not super experienced writing smut so I can't promise it'll be good but I'll give it a try xd
In which Garciaâs wife complains about being lonely while her wife works at homeâŠ
medical inaccuracies, fluff, soft Garcia bc all of you people hating on her are WILD imo Iâm a Trinity AND Garcia defender till I effing die.
a/n: deadass wrote this just to write so if itâs ahh js ignore it gng đđ itâs also not proofreadâŠanyways here we go đ„č
You sigh loudly, that being almost the 7th time today.
you sat perched on Yolandaâs lap, your favorite place to be other than a designer store. Sheâs been working on her charting for almost an hour now and you were bored out of your mind. You were used to her giving her full attention, not these small touches liek you were an afterthought.
you most definitely were not, but you like being over dramatic.
âBaby?â You called softly, wrapping one of her curls around around your finger. Her chin rest on your shoulder, focused on typing up important medical information. âYes, Cariño?â She replied, pulling back her left hand to softly scratch your sideâletting you know you had her attention, even if she wasnât looking at you.
âIâm bored,â you said, âwhen are you going to be done?â
Yolanda hummed, eyes still glued to the screen. Her jaw flexed as she saw an inconsistency in the graph and chart. The med students were definitely getting a heated discussion tomorrow.
âuhm, not for a while, mi vida.â she smiled softly when your lips made contact with her tense face. Then she added, âWhy donât you go hang out with your friends? Didnât you say theyâve been wanting to go out for a whileâ
âI could, but todayâs your day off, and we havenât spent time together in a long time. Youâre still working, even now.â You pout, placing your head on her shoulder. âI just miss you. Feels like work is your wife recently.â
The two of you knew it was honestly a stretch, Garcia called you, kissed you, spent every time she could with you. She knew how exhausting her job is. How much you also put into her during college, those late nights feeding her flash cards, the constant consoling when you knew she was silently doubting herself.
âGo ahead and get my phone for me, mi amor.â Yolanda softly said, kissing your cheek as you reached for the device on the desk. âYou donât have to call out just because I said Iâm a little lonely, yoyo.â
âWell, we both know you absolutely mean that, you spoiled thing.â Yolanda chuckled, brushing hair from your face, âbut the fact youâre lonely at all is a fail by me. Youâve invested as more into meâin every aspectâthan anyone else. Calling our to spend time with you is the least thing I can do.â
You hand her the phone with a frown, âI love you.â
âI love you most, donât you forget it.â Yolanda kissed you slow, enjoying the warmth you brought into her life. Because there really wouldnât be any without you. Maybe work, and more work. That was really it.
âDonât start this argument with me, Yolanda.â You say, fingers tracing her features. The wedding ring you wore gleaming in the sundown.
âOkay, I wonât. My wife is always right, I get the drill.â The woman nodded, taking your hand and kissing the rock. âTe amo, mi corazon.â
You leaned closer to the mirror, carefully swiping lip gloss across your lips while Victoria stood beside you, rummaging through her purse. The bar bathroom was packed, every stall occupied, and the muffled thump of music from outside seeped through the walls. Every time the door swung open, the music grew louder before fading again.
âWhat are you looking for?â
Victoria let out an annoyed sigh, digging deeper into her purse.
âMy lip gloss. I swear I put it in here.â
You capped your own bottle and turned toward her.
âHere. You can use mine.â
Victoria immediately reached for the bottle, expecting you to hand it over.
Instead, you caught her by the cheeks, gently tilting her face toward yours before pressing your glossy lips against hers.
She froze for half a second, completely caught off guard.
When you pulled away, you couldn't help the grin spreading across your face.
âThere,â you teased. âNow you don't need any.â
Victoria stared at you, blinking in disbelief before a laugh escaped her. You use your thumb to clean up the smudged gloss around her lips then take her hand pulling her towards the bathroom door.
wondering if we could get a Baran Al hashing x f!reader x Dana Evans where they both have a crush on reader and it ends up being a 3some đ
donât treat me rough, treat me really niceys â baran al-hashimi x reader x dana evans
authors note: i need them biblically. i need them to say they need to examine me when im sick only for it to lead to medical play sex.
warnings: NSFW, slight powerplay, age gap, reader described to be fresh out of medical school, threesome, oral (al-hashimi!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), tribbing, semi-public/public sex
summary: your attending and the charge nurse are insanely hot. so of course you hook up with them at work
word count: ~1.1k words
song playing: cola by lana del rey
âSUCH A PRETTY LITTLE THING, ARENâT YOU?â the coo comes from behind you. your knees buckle at the feeling of baranâs breath hitting the back of your ear, causing goosebumps to form on your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall. the other woman in front of you chuckles, voice slightly hoarse from the years of smoking cigarettes, her hands gently massaging your bare thighs.
if you were to go back in time to 3 months ago, when you had just finished med school, that you would be in between your chief attending physician and the charge nurse at the hospital you now work at, you would have rolled your eyes and scoffed.
but the signs were there from your first day. bright eyed, ready to begin your new career. you had gone through med school, you had seen the challenges working in the medical field would bring. especially working at the emergency room department of the pittsburgh trauma center. but this was your calling, helping others despite the chaos of the job. you were prepared for whatever you would face.
you met dana first. and the way she looked at you up and down like you were some lost puppy made your throat dry up. her arm draped over your shoulder as she introduced herself, and guided you to where you needed to be. as she spoke, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke invaded your nostrils, making you dizzy with thrill. then you met baran. well-spoken and gentle, as she looked at you like you were worth gold. she went to shake your hand, her own holding yours a second too long.
your first shift there was chaotic to say the least. and while it was mainly from the patients, it was also from the attention you were receiving from the two older women. the subtle little touches or looks that felt way more than simple colleague interactions.
and it had gone on for months. the touches turning bolder as the days passed, their eyes lingering on you way longer, where others began to notice, but couldnât say anything about. goosebumps on your skin which slowly began turning into your panties turning wet and sticky in the middle of your 12 hour shift. nights laying in your bed overthinking their touches and eyes turned into finger fucking yourself to the thought of them.
slow, and agonizing time waited. time none of you could let pass anymore.
it was such a bad idea. you could hear the hospital announcements coming through the intercom, the occasional alarm go off. you can even hear the distant footsteps of the night crew walking by the empty room. you three shouldnât be doing this at work. you shouldnât be completely nude, on a patient bed, back against baranâs chest as her own legs engulf yours, pulling them wide open for dana to see your glistening pussy.
dana keeps massaging your thighs, slowly inching by the second closer to where you need her the most. your clit throbs at her touch, to which she chuckles, âyou eager?â
you whimper and nod, feeling baran press a kiss to your neck. âjust as eager as we are,â she says, hands going up to fondle your tits. âuse your words, tell dana what you want.â
âwant your fingers in me,â you gasp out, âplease dana,â you beg. dana hums, and allows one finger to land on your clit, pressing down lightly. you gasp, hips jerking up for more, but stopped by barans legs holding you down tighter. danaâs finger travels lower, slowly spreading out the folds of your cunt, occasionally letting the tip of it enter you briefly before exiting.
you whine quietly, impatient. but finally, after what feels like ages, she hooks her middle finger into you. slowly pushing it in, making sure to hook it slightly so you can feel it hit that spongy spot deep in you. you let out a soft moan, tilting your head back to rest on baran. she canât help it, and immediately presses her lips down onto yours, kissing you and swallowing your moans as dana slowly fingers you.
baran pulls away after a few seconds to watch danaâs finger disappear in you, and she groans slightly when a second finger is added, hearing the squelch of your walls being stretched open. âyou sound lovely,â she whispers, gently unwinding your legs together. as you moan softly, trying not to be too loud, you feel baran peel herself off of you, and hear the rustling of fabric hitting the tiled floor. before you can utter a word, you see her straddle your face, her bare pussy right in front of you.
and she doesnât even have to demand or ask you to, the moment you see her cunt, aching and wet, your mouth immediately goes in, sucking at her clit and tongue fucking her. baran holds onto the hospital mattress, hips moving as she rides your face, letting her curls loosely fall down her back.
youâre too caught up in pleasuring baran that you donât hear dana kicking off her own pants. you do feel her fingers slip out of you, and you whine into baranâs cunt before moaning and continuing when you feel danas own cunt begin to grind against yours.
baran moans at the sight, grinding down harder on your face as dana slides up and down your cunt, stimulating her clit against your own. âjust like that,â dana grunts to herself, as she also watches how you moan and eat baranâs pussy like thereâs no tomorrow.
âoh fuck dana,â baran whimpers, âher tongue is so good.â dana nods and groans, working her own hips faster, âso is her pussy.â
you lay there, letting the two of them use your body, but loving every second of it. you love the feeling of dana grinding down on you, sometimes feeling her clit trying to enter and fuck you. you love the taste of baran on your tongue, nuzzling your nose into her clit and the tuffle of curly pubic hair on her.Â
baran cums first, and you hear her moan through gritted teeth as she does so, the liquid coating your tongue deliciously. your tongue continues fucking her, riding out her high as you and dana cum quickly afterwards. dana groans, biting down on her lower lip as her thighs shake and her hips stutter. you cum loudly into baranâs pussy, praying it muffles the sound so no one hears and comes into this room.
all three of you pant and shake as you come down from the high of it all, and your head spins when you hear baran tell dana, âtime to switch.â your clit throbs, soaking again as it prepares for another round. you just hope that any of the night crew donât walk in and see you like this..
thinking about trinity dealing with a patient at work who reminds her far too much of her best friend, of teenage her.
and doesnât know what to do with all the feelings itâs dragged up, something about it forces all the emotions sheâd spent so long burying as far down inside of herself as she can to well up uncontrollably.
she never reported her coach, she lost her best friend because they were scared and alone and kids, she told her mom what happened and wasnât believed. and so the only thing she could do to survive was to never think of it again. but something about that patient broke that barrier clean in two.
thinking about baran and yolanda who donât know what to do with this version of trinity, because she never told them about any of it. they donât know how to help the trinity who simply shuts them out but also seemingly shuts out herself from her body, and for a few days sheâs just an empty husk that goes where directed and does the tasks she always does on autopilot
yolanda finds her stood motionless in the bathroom, toothbrush in hand like she canât remember what to do with it and trinity doesnât oppose her when she hugs her but also doesnât hug her back
baran watches her stare blankly out of their bedroom window for close to half an hour, calls her name a few times and doesnât get a response, eventually taps on her hand and trinity just turns those same blank eyes to stare through her
and when trinity, actual trinity, finally emerges from whatever panic room her mind had tucked her away in for safe keeping, is forced to confront everything for the first time because she has two worried girlfriends who she knows wonât take a flippant comment and a shrug of her shoulders as any sort of reasoning
she wishes she could go back to the panic room now
