cassie mckay (the Pitt) x rhea somerville!OC!patient.
Rhea’s face claim : phoebe buffay (lisa kudrow) from Friends in season one.
synopsis: Rhiannon Somerville is best known as the most talented multi style dancer of Pennsylvania, with the incredible gift of making her path shimmer with awards and big opportunities as a professional. But all of this grand glory pauses harshly when during one of her competitive performances she suffers from a cardiopulmonary arrest due to some mysterious substance she has been occultly consuming for a long period of time. Rhea’s properly rescued by the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center and, as she spends difficult months staying on that place for her recovery, she couldn’t help but grow fond of the emergency resident Cassie McKay who had treated Rhea more carefully than anyone in her life even would dare to. The woman of course also has her own problems with being a single mom and a full-time medic in the ER shift, but the uplifting personality of the dancer made her want to always be there and let this little, secret spark slowly burst.
cw/warning: canon x oc, patient!oc, femme lesbian!oc, wlw, not precise medical truth (sorry I’m not in med school), mentions of (heart attack/cardiopulmonary arrest, resuscitation, open heart surgery, medical themes, blood, harsh procedures), drugs and medicine addiction, oc is addicted to wakefulness stimulants, bad parenting (oc has an abusive mother who controls her dancing career since childhood), emotionally abused childhood, dancing competitions pressure, NSFW, 14 years of age gap, grief (other patients in the hospital).
as a writer who's been posting here for a couple of years, i’ve been noticing this for a long time, but right now i’m talking about the pitt fandom.
every time you write fanfic for pitt's male characters, you do not need to tag absolutely every female character, especially those who aren't there.
today i was looking through the latest updates with garcia and came across a work that only featured dennis and under the post there were tags for all the characters. you don't need to do this.
i understand that everyone wants as many views and likes on their posts as possible, but you're really making life difficult for those who just want to read female character x reader. the same goes for the tags platonic!female characters x reader. you can put this in the header of your work, but not in the hashtags.
when people search for female character x reader, trust me, they don't want to see jack abbott as a love interest and three lines from the female character they were originally looking for. you are showing great disrespect to your readers by making them waste their time. thank for attention.
vi smoking a joint while you ride her strap… need that. she’d take huge puffs and exhale right into your face, but she wouldn’t offer you a hit - you need to focus, after all. still, though, you get a little contact high, so by the time you finally come and squirt all over the strap, you’re all lightheaded and a little dizzy and perfectly pliant when vi lies you down and eats your pussy like she’s starving <33 that’s all bye
a blurb in which you fake an orgasm and vi simply isn’t having it. inspired by this ask! this one’s for the girlies on ssris lmao
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact. contains oral sex and fingering (r!receiving)
you’re not entirely sure how long you’ve been like this - splayed out on vi’s bed, your legs spread wide to allow her access to your drooling cunt. beneath your arched back, the bedsheets are wilted with sweat from countless minutes - maybe hours - of the redhead’s torturous mouth on your heat, her slender fingers in your clenching hole.
and it’s good - it always is with vi. she knows how to play you like an instrument, touching you with careful, practiced reverence, pulling noises from your lips that are novel even to you.
but as skilled as vi is, sometimes your body - no, your mind doesn’t want to cooperate. and that’s exactly what’s happening now as you writhe in vi’s embrace, internally begging your body to grant you the release you so desperately crave.
you’re sweating, panting, knuckles paling as you grab a fistful of vi’s hair and tug just roughly enough to draw out a moan from deep in her throat. the vibration feels delicious against your sopping cunt, but god, it’s just not enough.
frustration burns in your chest and your eyes brim with tears, a frown pulling your lips downward. the wet slurps of vi’s mouth devouring your cunt should push you closer to the edge, but all you feel is guilt for keeping her there, mouth latched to your clit as your orgasm evades you time and time again.
fuck it, you think, resigning yourself to one of the oldest tricks in the book. with an overdramatic, whiny moan, you pantomime an orgasm, forcing yourself to tremble beneath vi and hoping your acting isn’t embarrassingly inadequate. you pretend to ride out your pleasure on vi’s face, cunt smearing her with slickness from her nose to her chin, and then you sink into the mattress, acting out your usual post-orgasmic bliss. vi’s fingers slip out from inside you and her mouth leaves your clit; you sigh in faux satiation, eyes falling shut.
“what the hell was that?”
vi’s voice, all hoarse and rough around the edges, cuts through you like a knife.
you open your eyes and find her already looking right at you, powder-blue eyes narrowed with skepticism. one corner of her lips quirks downward.
“what was… what?” you ask, avoiding vi’s gaze. your stomach churns with embarrassment - does she know? is she angry?
“you didn’t come,” vi says to confirm your suspicions. “but you acted like you did.”
your hands fly to your face, covering the look of sheer humiliation that paints your features.
“i’m sorry,” you murmur from behind the shield of your hands. “i just… i was taking too long. i felt bad.”
“oh, baby,” vi says, voice dipped in honey. the mattress shifts as she moves closer to you, her hands curling around your wrists to encourage you to stop hiding. you oblige, looking up at her with burning cheeks. and she’s so pretty, her expression concerned, your arousal still half-wet on her lips.
“you don’t need to feel bad,” she reassures you, hand cupping your cheek, “and you definitely don’t have to fake an orgasm just to make me feel better.”
despite her reassurance, you’re still embarrassed, anxiously biting on your lower lip as you nod in understanding.
“besides,” she starts, her hand tracing the curves of your body from your torso down to your thigh. “i just want you to feel good. i don’t care how long it takes.”
all you can manage in response is a weak “okay,” which the redhead doesn’t seem too convinced by. she lifts her hand to your face again, pinches your chin between her index finger and thumb to encourage you to look at her.
“let me try again,” she says, eyes locked on yours. “and no more pretending.”
when you nod your assent, vi smiles, the scar on her lip stretching just so. she leans in for a kiss, lets you taste yourself on her lips before she lowers herself between your legs again.
and this time, you let your mind go blank as she curls her fingers inside you, brushing against your sweet spot with familiar precision. you let yourself melt into the pleasure of her tongue splitting through your folds, allowing yourself to enjoy the way she laps at your pussy like you’re her favorite flavor.
truth be told, vi would spend an eternity between your spread thighs, worshipping you with her mouth and stretching you open with her fingers. and she proves that to you now, lips pursed around your puffy clit and sucking on the sensitive bead until you’re truly, honestly moaning with pleasure. with her free hand, vi paws at your tits, pinches your taut nipples to hear the way your breath shudders and feel the way your cunt flutters around the fingers she’s got buried inside you.
this time, you don’t have to beg your body for release. your hips grind helplessly against vi’s face as the knot in your belly begins to unravel, and when your orgasm crashes into you, it’s with a white-hot pleasure that blurs your vision and sets fire to your every nerve. your body positively burns with pleasure, the exact release you’ve been dying for rocketing through you until you’re left spent and exhausted, drool spilling from the corner of your lips as you lie limp on the mattress.
“atta girl,” vi says, her voice muffled by the ringing in your ears. you grin deliriously at her when she appears in your line of sight, her thumb swiping away the drool on your cheek.
“see? that’s what it looks like when you really come for me. don’t think i don’t know the difference, princess.”
hi marie !! could you maybe make a short fic where ellie comforts the reader in Jackson after a shitty patrol? the reader could be shy & it’s her first time on patrol with ellie ＞ᨓ＜
"you really don't have to sugarcoat it els, i was really unhelpful."
"nuh-uh. that's how i'm gonna respond to you now — if you keep talking shit about yourself — nuh-uh."
you scan ellie's face for any sign of humour, but nope. she's dead serious, rebuking your self criticism the same way a kid argues with another. but still, she wraps ur fidgety hands in hers and looks you in the eyes once noticing them.
"everyone's a little bit shaky on their first patrol — you don't know where to stand, what to do, where to go, when to talk. i get you. you did a good job, baby. you were so good for me."
you can't even try to reply to that, thousands of rebuttals echoing through ur mind, a million reasons why you totally failed today replaying. no words can even form in your throat, not with the lump blocking it . . . and it's like, out of nowhere, the waterworks start. ellie's usually pretty good at this, she's always proactive when it comes to ur crybaby nature, but this was like a sudden volcanic eruption and she was not prepared.
u're pulled into her arms lightning fast, a gentle kiss placed on your burning forehead. maybe u just need to cry it out, and that's a very real and valid way to get all the noise outta your head! so she lets you, because she's there to control the situation if you become too upset. hugs, hugs, and more hugs, her thumbs rubbing tiny circles over your skin wherever she lays her hands. there are lots of sensations ellie loves to focus on whenever she's holding you, like the softness of ur skin or the way u fiddle with her shirt. or like right now, the feeling of your warm tears blessing her skin. she is trying to be very encouraging with u, but you were right about one thing: patrol is not the safest place for a klutz to be in, and right now, she's just grateful you made it through <3
how do i explain to people that my hobbie is finding very specific niche aesthetics on Pinterest and using them as art inspo (like wtf is utopian scholastic broo it’s so peak)
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