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[robbyafterrounds]

Good afternoon everyone. I hope you’re all having a good day. I just wanted to hop on here and let you all know that sadly I will not be continuing my writing. I have decided to focus on my health. I will not delete my profile just in case anyone wants to come back to my account to read my work, but I will no longer be active on here. I may come back, who knows, but I’m not putting a time frame on it, so as of now, requests are closed. This isn’t goodbye, it’s just see you later. 🩷

[imfinnabeinthepitt-2025]

In the Summertime - m.robinavitch x f! reader

plot : after a few days of braving heat sickness symptoms, when you finally get sick in front of your boss, she calls your boyfriend, michael robinavitch, to come get you. fluff and smut ensue.

a/n : hey ! sorry y'all i have really been struggling with writing and existing in general, but i hope you like it ! also, three quick things : no robby hate under my fics; DO NOT FEED THIS WORK INTO ANY AI OR TRANSLATE IT AND SHARE ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION and, also, likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated :3

warnings : SMUT (MINORS MDNI, 18+ ONLY), possible medical inaccuracies (i researched heat sickness symptoms but have never experienced them myself), sweet and caring robby, you and robby in a bathtub together, unprotected and p in v bathtub sex (PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX), reader is on the pill, reader is explicitly afab, reader grinds against robby's belly, robby likes to eat reader out. this should be all !

w/c : 4.3k

divider by : @honeyluvsw

dedicated to @robbyafterrounds and the ever lovely @weinthepitt take care, ilysm <3

When you noticed that the humid heat of Pittsburgh's summer had hit you, it was already too late.

You had been feeling strange all week, waking up queasy and drinking all the water you could throughout the day, hoping it would help soothe your stomach and calm down the roiling waves running through it, but when they didn't abate, you became more and more unsure if not having your husband in the know with your condition was a great idea. He was going to help you and not judge you about it, you knew that for sure, but it was also embarrassing, for you, to have to ask him for medical advice when he already spent more than ten hours at a hospital helping people in conditions much, much worse than yours, overwhelmed, working understaffed and underpaid at PTMC, the closest hospital to the spacious two-story villa you had moved in with him. 

And while Michael Robinavitch was the man of your dreams in every way, he was a big worrier, always somewhere in the house ready to help no matter the hour. 

Which was, indeed, why you had not told him about your possible heat exhaustion symptoms until it was too late for you to keep them under control. 

At first it was your skin, first too moist for it to be comfortable, the days passing and becoming more and more clammy as the days went by, the buckets of sweat soiling your t-shirts not helping, resorting to having to do the laundry every other day, particularly when Michael wasn't looking to avoid suspicion, having also the need to wash the sheets of your spacious King-sized bed that he had bought for your comfort when you moved in, his giddiness to throw away your dingy, worn-out mattress to replace it. Then came the cramps came. That was the hardest to hide from Robby, but whenever you got into a slightly more lukewarm shower than the usual, your stomach and legs started a mutiny on your body, persisting even after you had dried off your skin and put on some pajamas. 

Working a normal, corporate office job also didn't help. Your manager insisted to turn the A/C on full blast at all times, which at first, especially during March through May, was actually helping you shield away from the humid heat and keeping you cool enough to avoid passing out before you stepped outside. 

When it came to June, from your greatest ally, it was becoming your own worst enemy. 

To even worsen things, your car started heating up, your usual parking spot in the shade now non-existent as your boss, thinking it was helpful, had the tree which was providing you with shade and relief cut down due to it losing a branch during winter directly on top of his car. You had tried to find another spot, but the car temperature had slowly but surely become higher than what it actually was outside. 

The first time you had thrown up in it was on June 20th.

Now, on June 25th, was the time everything came to a head. You were currently waiting at your workplace's lobby, sitting down on a chair, the floor-length, checkered blue and red sundress you were wearing now with a stain on its front, head between your legs directly facing down in a bucket your boss had provided you, an unopened bottle of water on your friend's lap, both right in the seating space right next to yours. 

You had been sick all morning. When you woke up in your plush bed, with your husband still snoring away under the bedsheets, you felt chills creeping up your spine with each steps you took, the fuzzy slippers and light pajamas making the situation even worse. When you got to the bathroom, you had to get ready in the dark due to the pounding migraine exacerbated by the bright vanity lights, your nausea also triggered by those. Once you got ready and got dressed for the day, something light and airy and office-appropriate, you picked up your bag, checked for the keys, the car keys and your wallet, kissed the back of your husband's head goodbye and stepped outside, the immediate hit of the warm sun rays making you feel dizzy and stumble in your steps, making you fall and almost scrape your knee. Then you got in your car, and while this time you were lucky enough to have parked in the shade, as you started the car you had realized that its A/C was broken, so you had to reel down the car windows, which didn't help with your condition. 

Once you got out of your car you thought you were going to be fine, the nausea and chills now in the background of your brain, smiling and greeting everyone as you walked inside, getting behind your desk and sitting down with a smile on your face. 

Three hours later, your boss good-naturedly complained about the heat, asking you to turn the A/C to full strength, which you did, of course.

Three hours later, you threw up for 15 minutes at your desk. 

Then, you passed out. 

When you came to again, you found yourself surrounded by your coworkers and boss, all looking at you with their brows furrowed in worry. 

"Hey, welcome back to the land of the living," joked Carol, sitting next to you once everyone had left you alone, her gentle hand rubbing up and down your back. "Do you remembered what happened ?" 

You nodded weakly, a glob of spit slowly descending from your swollen lips into the bucket. "Yeah, sadly." 

"You have a fever of 100.5, we had to call Michael to come over and get you." 

You groaned. "Couldn't you have driven me home ?" 

Carol chuckled, wrapping you in a very light yet very strong one-sided hug. "You know we had to tell him, sunshine, he would have been worried; plus today's his day off, you know it would have been scary for him if Dr. Abbot or, god forbid, Nurse Evans called him to inform him that you were there." 

You nodded. "Can you be wrong, for once in your life ?" 

"No can do, sunshine," Carol smiled, winking at you and patting your head again. 

Before you could reply with a sarcastic quip, the loud sounds of someone running up the stairs two at a time reached your and your best friend's ears. As you kept staring at the stairwell to your right, out of nowhere, you started laughing. Here was Chief Attending Michael Robinavitch, tough and seasoned veteran of all things medical, standing right in front of you panting, hair askew, glasses strewn across his face, his usual backpack half open and, to everyone's surprise, he was still in his pajamas. 

"I came as soon as they called," he started out, quietly, slowly sinking to his knees as he gently cradled your face between his two big hands and gently lifting it away from the bucket, frowning at the green-ish hue in your face. "What's wrong, sunflower ?" 

You spoke weakly, fingers trembling as you explained your week of what you thought was only a minor ailment, avoiding the slowly growing elephant in the room as it occupied more space, its piercing gaze directed with a laser focus at your soul. When you finished talking, you looked away from it in shame. 

"Baby, why didn't you come to me ?" he asked concerned, the tension between you as tense as a live wire. 

You spit in the bucket, groaning as the saliva clung for its life on your bottom lip, only to feel the most tender touch as he coaxed the web of spit free, allowing the trail to finally fall in a quiet sound. 

"You - you already treat people for work, Mikey, I don't want to be even more work f'you." 

He laughed. "It's not work, if it's you. I'm here to help, you know that." 

And just like that, the elephant left, making your chest feel lighter. 

Robby coaxed you up from the chair gently, holding you steady by his side and putting the bucket back in front of you, making sure it rests steady in your still somewhat shaky grip. Once he felt your swaying wane, he gripped your hips slightly more assuredly, stamping a kiss on your left temple, the stubble of his neatly-kept beard a pleasant sensation amongst the burning pain. 

"Thank you, Carol," he said sincerely, smiling with his face but not his eyes, worry shining in his big, brown eyes. 

"It's not an issue, really. Go take care of our girl now, yeah ?" 

He nodded, grabbing your bag and putting it on his shoulder, taking you to the elevator.

The drive home was a blur in your feverish haze. You only remember the gentle breeze inside the car, the occasional squeeze of a bigger, calloused hand on yours, a gentle tune playing from the cd player and the voice you loved more than anything in the entire world humming along, slightly out of tune but never out of place, piercing through the fog taking up all of your senses. You loved this, moments where life may not be perfect, your relationship often unsteady and full of cracks and tears from the many arguments had, ugly flaws to repair but never to hide, but where it was you and him, the two of you the same people who met at a common friend's dinner party now many years behind them, slow dancing in a dimly lit room and never letting go. 

"We're home, baby" Michael said, gently shaking you out of your stupor.

"Mh ?" 

"We're home, can I keep the A/C running in the car so I can regulate the temperature at home?" 

You nodded, smiling slightly as he pecked your lips, only to quickly walk towards the house. You watched him with a bleary look, smiling as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, which scared Michael once he got back to the car and saw you there, spaced out and upset. 

"Hey, hey, what's wrong ?" he asked quietly, kissing the tears away from your face. 

"I just love you so much, thank you for taking care of me" you whispered in a broken voice. 

"Oh, sunflower," he cooed, grinning a genuine smile towards you, "never, ever thank me for doing the bare minimum, okay ?" he asked, kissing your feverish forehead, "now let me help you get inside, okay ?"

You nodded, weakly getting up just as Michael opened your favorite pink parasol, covering both you and him in the pleasant, yet small, shade. You walked towards the porch with his support, hands as steady as always as he gently made you sit on the couch outside, shaded by the roof and some beach umbrellas. There, he took out his first aid kit and the supplies he always brings to the hospital from his bag, the MSF badge giving his brown bag a splash of color and a world of meaning. He took out his stethoscope, listening to your heart and lungs as you took deep breaths; after that he gave you the thermometer, kissing the right cheek as he put the medical device in the left corner of your mouth.

After the thermometer beeped, he smiled. "99.8, it's finally down a bit." He kissed your temple, his cheeks now rosy from the heat and happiness. "Good job, sunflower." 

You groaned, gently wiping at your face. "I feel so sticky". 

He chuckled, wiping your face with a wet washcloth. "Already started running you a bath." 

"Baby," you whined, burying your face in the crook of his neck, smelling sweat and the cologne he puts on every day, this wooden yet spicy scent that reminds you of all the winter nights you spend in front of a fire during his days off, watching movies and drinking hot chocolate and telling each other story, with the days ending in you two falling asleep tangled in one another. "You didn't have to, honey." 

"Of course I had to, it's my job as your husband. Now come on," he said, kissing you briefly on the lips, "bath's waiting." 

You let yourself be carried by him, mumbling a half-coherent joke about his back and knees that you weren't sure that anything came out, his incredulous laughter after not being proof enough for your sick brain, but all thoughts halted when you stepped inside with the door closer behind you, the house now cooled to the perfect temperature. He took you to the bathroom, all of the windows half open, the baby blue ceramic tub filled halfway with soapy bubbles resting gently on the surface with some salts, the air warm enough without the air being too suffocating. 

He gently sat you down on a stool, putting one of his long fingers in the water. 

"Perfect temperature. I'll give you some medicine first, you can soak later." He said, taking two little Ibuprofen pills and a glass of water, smiling at you as you swallowed them. He undressed you gently, making sure your sundress didn't get any wrinkles or tore by accident, taking off your underwear with the same reverence one uses while worshipping at the altar of their beloved. He put you down inside the tub, your sigh in relief dissolving the worry burdening their shoulders. 

"That good, sunflower ?"

You nodded, moving your head down so your hair could get wet. "You know what could make it better ?" 

"No, what ?" 

"With you joining me," you smiled. 

He shook his head while smiling and looking down, taking off his glasses to clean then with his sleeve. "I don't know, I -" 

"Please, for me?" you asked him, looking up while pouting and giving him the wettest, saddest puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

He sighed, resting the glasses on the edge of the sink. 

"You are so lucky you're cute." 

You cheered quietly, kneeling in the water to make space for him, watching as he took off the only few layers he usually wore to bed and laid them gently on the lid of the toilet, his boxers and socks ending up directly in the hamper next to the washing machine. You felt your skin heating up to the tips of your ears, the contrast between his thick, dark chest hair and the delicate golden glow of his Magen David making your mouth water, feeling yourself growing wetter as you looked slightly downwards at his rounding belly. 

"What ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he laid down in the water, grabbing your hips and dragging you to his lap, belly directly against yours. "Do I have something on my body ?" 

You shook your head. "No," you gulped, moving your hands and framing his belly with them. 

Robby smiled, laughing and smiling as he understood what was going on. "You are insatiable -" 

"Can I grind on it ?" you asked in a meek voice. 

He blushed a deep purple, hiding his face in his hands. "What ?" 

"Oh come on, baby, I'm serious, I really want to !" you said, whining, slowly dragging your body against him. 

He whimpered, nodding sheepishly. "Okay, okay." 

You repositioned yourself, straddling his waist and aligning your dripping pussy with his navel, dragging it back and forth on the round surface of his stomach. You had been dreaming of doing this for a while now, entranced by his stomach before going to bed, in the shower and in the many times you had seen him put on his scrubs, the tight fabric stretching and accentuating the stomach of the man you loved the most, many morning spent masturbating and coming hard to the thought of finally putting your body on it. You moaned in delight, the feeling of his round belly with sparse, coarse hair running through and brushing gently against your clit sending shivers down your spine, thanking your lucky stars that you were already both soaking in warm, soapy water, with him unable to feel the wetness from between your thighs. You started moaning louder when you felt his two big hands cupping and squeezing at your ass, helping you slide back and forth. 

"Thaaaat's it, feels good mh ?" he whispered in your ear, breath catching in his throat.

You nodded, moaning, the haze in your mind unable to form words in a cogent manner. 

"You think you can come for me like this ?" he asked, moving you up and down slightly faster on his body, watching your head thrown back in pure bliss. 

"Already - ngh - almost, 'm almost there," you replied breathlessly. 

"Then come for me, sunflower," he commands, sneaking two of his long fingers in between his belly and your sopping pussy, spreading your folds to then circle your clit gently, flicking it with his short, blunt nail every once in a while, making your nerve ending sending pleasurable shocks up and down your body. 

You came, quietly and with a low moan, not short after. 

You slumped against him, your head on his shoulder as his hand rubbed up and down your back, kissing your temple and hairline and murmuring endless praises in your ear. You slowly sat up, the fog in your brain from the earlier sickness finally starting to clear up. 

"Can I take your temperature baby ?" 

You nodded, lifting your arm up slightly as he gently used a sanitary wipe for the thermometer, putting it below your armpit to then lower your arm down again with the other hand. He kissed you on the temple, pressing his palm across his forehead. 

"You feel better, but, let's wait before celebrating, okay ?" 

You smiled sleepily, laying your head down again, looking at the bubbles roaming freely in the tub, your husband's big hands making waves in the water and blowing some soap in your face, making you giggle without fail. You stared at his face as he started talking about a movie he had seen with Jack a few nights ago, when he came over as you were away for the weekend due to a job convention, but instead getting lost in his eyes and the wrinkles around them. You had missed this side of him; it had always been there, even when you knew he was at his lowest, but he loved to always remind you, through gestures or words or gifts, that you were loved by him too, even if his brain was trying to tell him otherwise. 

You were brought out of your reverie by the gentle beep of the thermometer. 

He smiled widely, "98.6," he declared, holding up the thermometer in the air like a trophy. "We did it ! We broke the fever !" 

He cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply, the grin on his face not leaving. 

"I didn't do anything babe," you replied, "'m not the one who took care of me." 

"And you won't have to, not as long as I'm around, now come here." He gripped the back of your head gently, coaxing you into another kiss, a deeper one, with his tongue pushing between your lips seeking to enter your mouth, grinning like the cat who caught the canary once you did. He gripped your hip with one hand, moving your hips to align with his own, your sopping wet hole aligning with his quickly hardening cock. He pulled away for a second, picking up a glass of water next to the bathtub and tipping your head backwards, letting you drink the water in slow sips. Once you were done, he rested the palm of his hand right on top of your throbbing clit, letting you grind against it. 

"Do you want this ?" 

You nodded, words failing you as you started to get lost in bliss again. 

"But we don't have any protection, sunflower." 

You groaned. "I'm on the pill, Robby, I need it." 

He smiled, tapping your left hip twice, asking you to slightly lift yourself up so he could take his own dick in his hands, tugging it with his fist a couple of time before he let it go, the sound of his thick cock slapping against his belly making you moan. You grabbed it gently in your hand, aligning it with your entrance and slowly sinking down on it, both of you moaning as you enveloped him in your tight heat, the water rippling around you two. When you stopped halfway through, panting, you looked up at him pleadingly, hoping he'd understand.

When he smiled, massaging your clit in a circle with two of his long fingers, you knew he did. 

Your body started to relax again, tension uncoiling from your shoulders as you managed to take him all the way down, resting for a few moments with your hips flush against his. 

"You wanna move for me, sunflower ?" Michael asked after a few minutes. 

You nodded, riding him slowly and deeply, making sure that the water didn't overflow out of the bathtub; you then craned your head up towards him, exchanging messy kiss after messy kiss as you moaned into his mouth, whimpering when you felt his big hands gripping your hips slowly guiding your rocking movements. When you felt yourself getting closer, you guided one of his hands back onto your clit, grinding against it while moving faster on his dick, the intermitted clenching of your pussy on it starting to make the love of your life incoherent, too. He got the message very quickly, alternating between rubbing and tapping at your clit. 

"Come for me, sunflower, good girl," he said, moaning as he felt you clench down at his words, coming inside you at the same time you came. 

He smiled at you, gently brushing your hair off of your face. He lifted you up and off of him, standing up and helping you get out of the tub, wiping you down, then himself, and draining the tub from the now cold water. He brought out a stool, making you sit down with a towel underneath, taking the shower head, your lavender-scented shampoo and your favorite conditioner and washing your hair carefully, kissing your head as he started brushing your hair, drying it and picking you up in a bridal carry, bringing you to your shared bed, the sunflower bedding and many sunflowers strewn around everywhere in it, from the nightstand to the windowsills. 

You smiled. "Those are new, baby." 

Michael nodded, smiling from ear to ear as he laid you down, opening the towel he had wrapped you in and laying it down near the edge of the bed. "More sunflowers for my favorite sunflower. Now, relax." 

"Wait, what are you - oh, my God" you gasped as he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking the pearl twice before diving into your cunt like a man possessed, eating you out messily and loudly, the sounds alone driving you crazier. You started grinding your hips against his face, shouting a moan so loud it was the only thing you heard over the roaring of blood in your ears once his nose started nudging your clit. Your legs started shaking, enough for him to pull away for a second, his eyes locked onto yours, a moan leaving your mouth once you saw the amount of slick covering your husband's face, the rug burn between the thighs now only a dull sensation. 

He smirked, gently grabbing your legs from behind your knees, hoisting them over your shoulders. 

" 'm not done yet, baby." 

He dove back in again after that, moaning with gusto at your taste as he moved his tongue faster, the sensations making your eyes roll in the back of your head, jaw dropping open and loud moans leaving your mouth at a pitch you didn't think possible. 

"Ba - babyyyy, baby i'm - ba -" you moaned, trying to tell him you were about to come. 

"Come for me, sunflower, come on" he mumbled against your pussy, his lips then latching onto your clit as he sucked one, two, three times, before you did as he said and let go, his tongue gently getting you through your orgasm. 

Once you finally stopped shaking, you laid down starfish on the bed, smiling as he grabbed a fresh towel, a pair of your underwear and your comfiest pajamas, gently and carefully dressing you; he smiled down at you, grabbing your sunflower blanket and wrapping you in it, carrying you to the kitchen and sitting you down on the sofa, kissing you deeply. 

" You okay, baby ? Need anything ?" 

You hummed, thinking and listening to your body for a second. 

"Some food would be nice, yeah," you replied quietly. 

"You feel up to eating something heavy ? Pasta, or some rice ?" 

"I think pasta will be fine, baby, thank you." 

He smiled, taking your hand and kissing the back of it, moving away reluctantly as he took out all the ingredients to get started on the pasta. 

You smiled, slowly zoning out and staring at the blanket wrapped securely around you.

You knew your relationship wasn't perfect; you both had your issues that you were working through in couples and individual therapy, making sure to take the time and clear the air around you whenever some miscommunication mishaps happened. It was draining at times, sure, whenever either you or Michael had a rough patch you both retreated into your shells and lashed out, often saying ugly things to one another; but it was at times like these, whether you were sick in body or in mine, that you showed up anyway for one another, never letting the one you loved most suffer alone. 

As your thoughts drifted away into a sea of bliss, you realized that the sweet grip of sleep slowly started tightening its hands on you, and you let it, drifting off on the plush couch. 

You knew he'd wake you up when the food was ready. 

[robbyafterrounds]

I’m gonna need to see someone make an edit of Cassie McKay to the song Cassie by Flyleaf immediately

[robbyafterrounds]

Your girl is finally out of the hospital and on her way home. I’ll be back to writing as soon as I get settled in at home. I didn’t forget about your guys’ requests! 📝

[robbyafterrounds]

Hey guys, Carolyn here. I just wanted to update you all and let you know that I’m in the ICU at Presby (yes, that Presby). I’ll get back to writing once I’m stronger and better.

[icemav86]

I love that Cassie McKay is an R3 in her 40s. I love that she lived a whole life, full of ups and downs (and recovery!) before deciding to go to med school, and that she did it with a 5-year-old son at home. I love that she believed in herself enough to go for it.

I love that Cassie knows who she is, and how the job affects her. I love her moral compass. I love how she self-reflects on feedback she receives, and how she so naturally mentors younger doctors in empathy. I love how she doesn't shy away from difficult or uncomfortable conversations. I love that she wants to get laid.

And I love that Cassie isn't looking for external validation. Her sense of self means she seeks guidance and feedback from Robby, but not his approval. She sees him for the great doctor he is, and for the human he is, which is very rare among the doctors in the Pitt.

[robbyafterrounds]

Okay, how about something cute with Mckay x f!patient? Someone verbally accosts Dr. Mckay in the waiting room about how it's taking too long for him to be seen (he's got some small, non-life threatening injury). Reader says she'd love to hear his opinions on what he thinks the 'e' in ER stands for.

When reader is finally called back to be seen, I can see Cassie thanking her and cute flirting between the two of them ensues!

Cassie McKay x female!reader

word count: 1,099

summary: Cassie McKay was verbally accosted in chairs, but a kind patient defended her. This led to them getting to know each other better.

warnings: verbal abuse, crude language

You used your right hand to fan yourself, the other hand cradling your possessions as you sat in the waiting room of PTMC. It was the Fourth of July weekend, and you’d had a slight accident with a firecracker. It was quite embarrassing considering you were typically a very cautious person, but you were slightly inebriated and were distracted when the sparkler came into contact with your skin. You managed to Uber yourself to the nearest trauma center and found yourself waiting for about an hour by now since check-in. You normally would have lost your patience by now, but considering you had nowhere else to be and taking into account the holiday, you decided to sit back and wait like everyone else was.

You looked over at the older, overweight man who was sitting next to you. Sweat pooled above his brow as he huffed and puffed, mumbling nonsensical words under his breath. You rolled your eyes, switching your possessions into your other hand before continuing to fan at yourself for some cool breeze. “Hey! Hey, you, you’re a doctor!” The man called out, grabbing at the young lady walking by the two of you. Your eyes enlarged at his audacity. “I’ve been here for almost two hours and have yet to be seen. The fuck is going on back there?!” He snapped. You sat up straighter, readjusting your injured hand before using your free hand to pull him away from the young lady in scrubs.

Before the medical professional could speak, you spoke up for her. “Hey, asshole. Newsflash, but we’ve all been waiting for more than two hours. I’d love to hear your opinions on what the ‘E’ in ER stands for.” You said to the stranger. Eyeing her badge reel for a name, you finally landed on it. Dr. McKay. She wore a grey hoodie, black Nike sneakers, and her deepish red hair was pulled back into a tidy ponytail. She was cute.

Dr. McKay seemed to be breathless. She didn’t quite know what to say except thank you. “Thank you, uhhh, listen, I can assure you both that you’ll be seen as soon as possible, okay?” She said, offering the two of you a gentle smile before walking away. You smiled back, watching intently as she walked away from you, keeping your focus on the way her hips swayed till she’d disappeared into the Emergency Department.

Not long after the altercation between Dr. McKay and the patient beside you, you were called back. Dr. McKay and a nurse came and escorted you to a trauma room. You sat down on the crinkly white protective paper lying on the table and handed over your possessions to the nurse assisting with your case. “I, um, had a pretty shitty experience with a firecracker.” You told Dr. McKay. “Well, a sparkler. It burnt the palm of my hand.” You explained.

Dr. McKay nodded her head as you spoke. “I see. Well, hopefully it’s not too bad, and we can just apply some burn cream and get you out of here.” She said, smiling softly as she squirted some hand sanitizer into the palm of her hand, massaging it into her skin before gloving up. “Also, I uhm wanted to thank you for that out there earlier. You didn’t have to defend me. I really appreciate it.” She added, sitting down on the round stool, wheeling herself closer to you.

“Ohh, don’t worry about it… Dr. McKay.” You said, blushing when your calf brushed against her kneecap. “You guys don’t deserve to be treated like that at all.” You told her, wincing slightly as you opened up your injured hand so that she could assess the damage.

“Oh, you can call me Cassie if you’d like.” Dr. McKay told you matter-of-factly, her eyes scanning the burn blisters on your palm. “These look like second-degree burns,” Cassie observed, her hand cradling yours gently. “We’re going to wash it with saline and then put some burn cream on it before wrapping it up.” She explained to you.

“Okay… Cassie,” you said and cleared your throat anxiously. The tension between the two of you was quite evident and could be cut with a knife. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You asked her, watching the nurse prepare the saline wash and burn cream.

“Ohh no, not at all. The saline is pretty chilly; it might actually feel pretty good on those burns.” Cassie explained to you. You nodded your head as she laid your hand down flat before beginning to pour the saline solution over your hand slowly as not to make a mess. “Is that okay?” Cassie asked, smiling slightly once she saw you nod your head ‘yes’. “Good.” She murmured, moving onto the burn cream. Cracking open the bottle, she squeezed some of the ointment out onto her gloved hands and gently rubbed it into your palm.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have such gorgeous eyes?” You asked Cassie randomly, trying your best not to flinch at her rubbing your burnt palm. Cassie chuckled at your compliment, her cheeks turning light pink as she de-gloved her hands.

“Uhhh, no, no one has,” she told you. “But thank you. I appreciate that.” She said, wheeling her stool away from you momentarily so that the nurse could wrap your hand up in gauze.

Once the nurse wrapped your hand, she excused herself from the room. Cassie clapped her hands together, smiling kindly at you. “Well, you’re good to go now. I’ll send you home with extra burn cream. All you’ve gotta do is keep the wound clean and wrapped with a little bit of this on it.” She instructed, tapping the tube of ointment. “Also, uh, I know I’m not supposed to do this because it’s considered unprofessional, but I was wondering if I could give you my number as well.” Cassie asked, her eyes darting between your hand and your eyes.

Immediately, you beamed, your posture straightening up and your body leaning forward into her personal space. “Yes, of course, you can,” you told Cassie, watching her as she scribbled down her phone number onto your paperwork.

“Great, I look forward to hearing from you soon.” Cassie said to you. She handed you your packet of paperwork and belongings bag before excusing herself from the room. You exhaled deeply, smiling to yourself as you looked over her phone number written down beside her name with a few small hearts and a smiley face drawn near it. Ohhh, she most definitely was going to hear from you soon.

[robbyafterrounds]

The Pitt, but every time Cassie McKay comes on the screen, “Age ain’t nothing but a number” by Aaliyah starts playing.

[promotional-dvd]

cassie mckay is a munch

[robbyafterrounds]

as a fellow twenty three year old bisexual woman with an entirely maga + ultra-christian family, i just wanted to pop over and say you should be so so proud of yourself for coming to terms with sexuality. it can be such a difficult thing to do even with a support system, so being able to do it without one is such a big accomplishment! <3 sending you so much love and support!!

I’m truly sorry to hear that you have to deal with a similar family dynamic. But thank you so much for your kind words. Your support means the world to me. 🥺💖

[robbyafterrounds]

I just want to say that you are an amazing writer and that I completely understand my family is the same way.

Awww, thank you so much. That means the world to me, and I’m so sorry that you have to deal with that too. Sending you lots of positive vibes and love. 💛

[robbyafterrounds]

I don’t normally get too emotional or personal on here, but I’m currently working on another Cassie McKay imagine, and I can’t help but feel extremely grateful for everyone who’s sent in and continues to send me requests for women of the Pitt. I’ve recently come to terms with my sexuality as a bisexual woman, and it’s been really difficult for me because my family is entirely MAGA and ultra-Christian, so I don’t really have a support system. But writing for my little crushes on here is so cathartic and makes me feel so seen. So thank you to everyone who supports my writing journey and sends me requests. I truly appreciate it. <3

[esotericmidnightreveries]

being a fan of the pitt and living in pittsburgh is changing my brain chemistry. i am romanizing my city to the fullest.

• when i can’t sleep, i just imagine that jack abbot is on nightshift down at allegheny general.

• i could run into dr. robby at a coffee shop.

• i could pass mel king on the street.

the possibilities are endless.

[robbyafterrounds]

This is so accurate hehe

[robbyafterrounds]

You guys, it’s 10 a.m. and I just woke up in a cold sweat from a dream I had about Jack Abbot bending me over my bed and spanking me till my asscheeks were red and raw and fucking me in doggystyle till I couldn’t take it anymore physically, all because I flirted with another man.

[pittcestexpress]

cw lactation kink, breastfeeding orgasm, x reader

cassie mckay x breastfeeding x you...

cassie smiling down at you as she brushes her knuckles along your throat, from the base of your neck up to your chin, until you're fully settled back into the crook of her arm

cassie lifting her shirt, unclasping the cup of her nursing bra, and hefting one full, heavy breast in her hand

cassie squeezing and massaging around her nipple until a small, pearl-like bead of milk forms on its tip

cassie gently tracing her firm, leaking nipple across your parted lips, coaxing your long dormant instincts to latch on

cassie humming warmly when your lips finally close and she feels your mouth form perfectly around her

cassie gasping softly, eyes shining with wonder, as your tongue instictively moves along the length of her nipple and you begin to suckle

cassie petting your hair and brushing a thumb over your cheek as your mouth begins to fill with her warm, sweet milk

cassie stroking her knuckles along your throat again, down from your chin towards the base of your neck, encouraging you to swallow

cassie biting her lip as she watches your throat bob beneath her hand and feels your mouth tighten around her as you swallow

cassie chuckling softly as she cradles your cheek in her palm and thumbs away a small pool of milk from the corner of your lips

cassie watching you closely as she brings her thumb to her mouth and sucks, tasting the sweetness of her milk from your lips

cassie moaning softly as she pushes her thumb deeper into her mouth, spreading the flavor across her tongue as she watches you suckle

cassie guiding her thumb down beside her nipple and your lips, pushing it gently inside until you can taste her mouth and her milk all at once

cassie smiling down at you as you suckle her nipple and her thumb in tandem, then chuckles as you chase her thumb as she slowly draws it out

cassie watching your mouth move around her nipples as she rubs her milk and your spit across her other nipple, flicking and squeezing until it's hard and leaking

cassie rocking her hips beneath you as her eyes grow soft and her lips part around her shallow, panting breaths

cassie biting her lip as she moves her thumb faster and faster, eyes darting between your mouth and your eyes

cassie groaning louder as a dribble of milk spills from the corner of your mouth and she quickly wiping it from your chin

cassie quivering beneath you as she flicks her milk-slick thumb across her nipple, gasping and panting and groaning

cassie suddenly crying out as her hips jerk and nipples spray freely, spilling mouthful after mouthful inside you as you swallow and swallow and swallow

cassie collapsing back as her body continues trembling and her breasts continue streaming, filling your mouth with an even sweeter, creamier taste than before

cassie rolling her head to the side and smiling lazily down at you as your mouth continues suckling and your eyelids begin to droop with sleep

cassie grunting as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, murmuring soft praises until you sink into sleep

[robbyafterrounds]

McKay x reader where they're already dating and McKay forgets her birthday, angstyyyy

Dr. Cassie McKay x gn!reader

word count: 1,177

summary: Cassie McKay forgets reader’s birthday, leading to one of their first arguments.

warnings: verbal arguments, crude language, angsty language and behavior with a comfort ending

“Good morning, baby.” You heard Cassie say into your left ear, the tip of her nose pressing against your cheek, her bangs tickling at her eyelashes. It was the morning of your birthday, and although it wasn’t a milestone, it still mattered to you. Birthdays have always been a big celebration in your family, and it didn’t stop once you’d moved out and found your own partner. Even though your girlfriend Cassie had to work a shift today at PTMC, you’d figured she’d make time this morning or possibly even after her shift to celebrate your big day.

“Mmmm, good morning to you too.” You said, a smile evident in your voice. You’d rolled over beneath the comforter shared between you two so that you were facing her completely. You lay there, eyes half-lidded, as you awaited her to say “happy birthday” or something silly like, “Do you feel older yet?” But she never did. Instead, her lips found yours before she excused herself to the bathroom to get ready for work.

You were left dumbfounded. But nonetheless, while Cassie was in the bathroom, you slipped out of bed yourself and decided to poke around for any presents or cards she may have left around for you. You checked your bedroom closet and then the hallway closet before searching in the kitchen, dining room, and finally the living room. However, nothing was found. You tried your hardest not to be upset about it because you didn’t want to come off as selfish or anything, but you couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed.

While Cassie got ready for work, you’d sat around hinting at the occasion, although it wasn’t really working out for you. “Ooh, cereal!” You exclaimed a little bit too loudly. Cassie’s eyes enlarged slightly as she poured it into her bowl. “Is that birthday cake-flavored cereal?” You’d asked, passing her the gallon of milk from the fridge.

Cassie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she poured milk over the dry lumps of cinnamon-flavored bits. “Uhhh, no, I believe it’s cinnamon-flavored.” She’d told you, handing back the gallon of milk once she was finished.

To be honest, the idea of Cassie forgetting your birthday didn’t really register in your brain till she left for work. She’d left after uttering the typical “I love you” and “have a good day” line. To say that you were crushed was an understatement. You were heartbroken. Every holiday, anniversary, birthday, or special occasion, you made sure that Cassie always had something to look forward to. And the one day that was about you, she couldn’t get it together and celebrate it?

Cassie didn’t realize that today was your birthday till halfway through her shift when Dana mentioned that she had been the first to wish you a happy birthday on social media. Cassie’s heart felt like it fell through her stomach once she’d realized what she’d done. “Shit, shit! I’m a horrible fucking person.” Cassie said to no one in particular. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone to message you. No wonder you hadn’t responded to her earlier. You were probably devastated. ‘Baby, I’m so sorry. I genuinely forgot. I’ve been so busy with work and Harrison. Please forgive me.’ She’d texted you.

But it wasn’t going to be that simple. An apology over text meant nothing to you. You wanted to see her face to face, begging for your forgiveness. So you stayed up late waiting for Cassie to come home to you. She was a little bit later than usual, and you realized why once she came home. She’d stopped by a few local stores to pick up some flowers and a birthday cake for you. But that still wasn’t going to cut it.

Tears threatened to spill out from your eyes just like they had for the past seven or eight times earlier today. Your nose was beet red along with your cheekbones, and your lips were swollen like your eyelids. You’d been somewhat of a wreck all day. Normally, you’d never let Cassie see you like this, but you felt like it was out of your control today. You watched as she placed her items on the kitchen countertop before walking over to the dining room table where you’d been sitting.

“Hey, did you get my text?” Cassie asked, taking a seat beside you. Her kneecap gently brushed yours, causing you to flinch.

You clicked your tongue, raising your eyebrows at her. “Your text means nothing to me, Cassie,” you told her. She went to respond, but you put your hand up, causing her to pause. “I understand that you’re busy with work and your son and your other bullshit, but the least you could’ve done is say happy birthday to me.” You snapped. “Isn’t it programmed into your calendar? Because yours is in mine. So is Harrison’s!” You continued, taking a beat to catch your breath. “I gave you multiple chances to say something to me, and when you finally did, it was through a text message! I deserve better.” You finished tearing up.

Cassie’s facial expression read pure regret. If she could’ve gone back and redone the entire day, she would’ve. “I know!” She exclaimed, slapping her hand onto the table out of frustration. “I know that you deserve better (Y/N). That’s why I’m so fucking angry with myself.” She said. “I know that you would never forget mine or Harrison’s birthdays. I know how special these kinds of occasions are for you, and I fucked up. I’m really sorry. You’ve gotta believe that.” Cassie pleaded her hands tremulously, reaching out to touch yours.

You allowed her to touch you finally. You discerned that Cassie was genuinely apologetic for what she’d done, but you were visibly still upset about the situation. “Of course, I believe that,” you said, tears rolling down your cheeks. “It’s just been a long fucking day. I just want to forget any of this ever happened. I’m going to go to bed.” You told her, standing up from your chair.

But before you could walk away, Cassie’s hand squeezed your wrist. “Wait,” she began to say. “Y–You’re crying. Don’t go to bed upset, please? I–I bought you flowers and a cake.” She told you optimistically. “It’s Berry Chantilly, your favorite,” Cassie said, getting up and taking a step closer to you, filling in the gap between the two of you.

You brushed your tears away, sniffling slightly as you stood there in front of Cassie. “Well, maybe just one piece of cake.” You said. “To drown my sorrows in icing… I’m still mad at you.” You told her, your lower lip beginning to quiver again the moment her hand grazed yours.

Cassie frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as her head tilted to the side. “M’kay… that’s only fair.” She said softly before guiding you to the kitchen where the cake was. She sat with you as you ate your piece of cake, trying to figure out for the life of her how to program your birthday into her Apple calendar.