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The New Girl In Town (Nancy Wheeler x fem!r)

Nancy is expecting some awful roommate when she moves into Emerson. She isn’t prepared for a smart, funny, pretty girl instead. (fluff)

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Any Nancy wheeler fics perhaps…?

New Girl in Town

(Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader)

Summary : Nancy just moved into her dorm at Emerson, expecting some nightmare roommate. She wasn't prepared to find a smart, pretty girl waiting for her.

Warnings / Tags : fluff, pining, college!Nancy + r, intoxication (@ a party), lowk nervous!Nancy

Notes : oml i went through so many iterations of this fic since its been forever since ive written anything for ST so pls dont mind if this is a little ooc </33

i hope this does the req justice !! 🫶

Nancy Wheeler wasn’t exactly excited to go to college. Sure, she was excited to get some distraction from everything back home… but it sort of felt wrong, just leaving like that. Still, she reassured her mom over and over again that she would make the best of it. That she would make it worth it.

She gave her mom one last goodbye hug outside of the entryway to her new dorm. After Karen drove her all the way to Emerson, she was half convinced her mom wouldn’t end up letting go at all and that she’d just stay the night. Maybe Nancy was secretly hoping for the whole thing. A little stability in her life. Something familiar—even if that thing was her overbearing mother. Plus, Nancy had been racking through all the possibilities in her head on the way here. What if her dormmate was some self obsessed, materialist bimbo who just wanted to talk about boys with her? What if it was some stoner who’d try to get Nancy to come smoke with her? The possibilities were endless. And they commonly kept coming as she dragged her duffel bag and suitcase up to her dorm.

The sight she saw when she opened the door was… unexpected.

A clean, empty bed on one side and, on the other, a girl, definitely her age, sitting on a well made bed with a green floral blanket. Her side of the room was already decorated. A calendar hung on the side of the bed, along with a wall full of polaroids. Beside her was a bedside table with a small lamp and a stack of books—one of which the girl on the bed was currently reading. She spotted The Handmaid’s Tale… The Color Purple… Beloved… What the hell? Of all the issues Nancy was picturing, someone who was more well read than her was not on the list.

“Oh, hi! You must be my new roommate?” 

Nancy snapped her gaze back up to the girl on the bed—you. She smiled, taking you in for a second. You’re pretty. Like, really pretty. Not too much makeup, hair clearly not sticky with spray. Just pretty in this refreshingly natural way after Hawkins. She realizes she’s staring after a moment. Her cheeks go hot before she speaks.

“Yeah. I’m Nancy. It’s nice to meet you.” She asks as she drags her bag into the room and smooths out her sweater, suddenly very conscious of the wrinkles from the drive over. Nancy glances at you. 

Play it cool, she reminds herself. No reason to be acting weird right now.

“It’s nice to know that my roommate isn’t a total nutcase.” She mumbles as she looks away, tossing her bag onto the bare bed.

You laugh from behind her. Nancy feels her ears heat up. What is going on with her?

“How do you know I'm not a total nutcase?”

Nancy pauses. How does she know you’re not a nut case? Well. She doesn’t. Technically. But you’re organized, clearly at least somewhat of an intellectual, and you’re beautiful. Not that beautiful can’t be nutcases… but that part might be influencing her impression a little.

“You seem organized. Most insane people aren’t very organized.” She’s speaking from experience.

“I dunno. Only time can tell.” Nancy turns around then, giving you a look. Sarcasm like yours would usually piss her off. But you kind of pull it off. That much is clear from the small smile on her face.

In the first week, you and Nancy get close. Like, much closer than Nancy had imagined she ever would be with her roommate. She still couldn’t really get the hang of being at Emerson yet… but you made it easier. Lunches spent talking about your professors, nights that went until the sun was down, both of you sharing details about yourselves like little offerings—it all helped Nancy feel a little more natural here. It made her feel a little better about making the move from Hawkins, at least.

“Okay. Come on.” You sigh dramatically, hopping up to sit on the edge of Nancy’s bed. “It’s one party. We can just have a few drinks and mingle a bit and then leave!”

Nancy is sitting in bed, looking at you with this conflicted expression. She doesn’t do parties. Not anymore. She has more important things to worry about. But, on the other hand… you’re gonna be there.

“I just don’t get why you want to go so badly. These things are always boring anyway.” Nancy complains, scooting over to sit beside you, legs dangling off the bed.

“Because it’ll be fun, Nance!” Before Nancy can process what exactly is happening, you reach over and place your hands on her thigh. Like it’s nothing. And then you look at her with this stupidly cute pout. “Please? I don’t want to go alone.”

Nancy feels herself heating up for a moment. Her cheeks warm as she glances down at your hand on her thigh—even though the fabric of her pants—and then… she gets this warm feeling low in her stomach. Fuck. She clears her throat.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Really?” You snap back up, hands flying up to Nancy’s shoulders instead. She finally manages to take a normal breath.

“Yes. But we leave after a few drinks, okay?”

“Deal.”

The party was exactly what Nancy expected: just like one of Steve’s parties back in Hawkins. Sure, maybe a few more people and a bigger venue, but it’s all the same thing in a different year. Still, she got herself dressed up—hair curled perfectly, a pair of pinstripe trousers on with a striped sweater tucked in. She walks in just half a step behind you, taking it in as you smile and greet people, beelining for the kitchen. The music is, at least, slightly less loud in there.

“What do you want to drink?” You have to raise your voice so that Nancy can hear you over the music still.

“Um… beer?” The most basic choice Nancy can think of right now. You don't even respond before Nancy sees you weave through the crowd to grab a beer can and to pour yourself a pretty generous cup of cheap flavored vodka…. and take a large sip right then.

“Okay. Wow.” Nancy just blinks at you as she takes the beer. “I think our ideas of just a few drinks are really different.”

“Relax, Wheeler.” You laugh softly, grabbing her hand to tug her closer. “It’s a party. I want you to have fun tonight.” 

Nancy feels her cheeks burning the second your fingers are laced with hers. A slew of questions swarm her mind. Why does she always touch me so casually? Is she like this with everyone? Why am I reacting like this? Am I going insane?

“I’m having fun.” She says absently, focusing back on you. It’s a mechanical sort of response.

“Yeah, right.” You snort a laugh as you take a big sip from your drink. Before Nancy can process, you’re tugging her along. “C’mon. You need to mingle.”

Nancy’s inner voice is screaming: “this is stupid” at her right now, but she doesn’t stop. Because this is the first time since leaving Hawkins—fuck, probably since months, maybe even years before leaving Hawkins—that she’s actually willing to let herself relax. Because you’re here. And you’re smiling stupidly brightly and pulling her close and actually making her feel normal. And she’s going to let herself have this.

“Naancee!” Nancy jolts as she feels a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Yours. And you’re drunkenly cooing right into her ear. She’d lost you about an hour ago when you went off to play beer pong, leaving her in the living room, alone with some group of also somewhat sober people. At least some people she’d seen around campus.

“Hey.” Nancy laughs, turning her head to look at you. Fuck, you’re close. Really close. Her eyes drop to your lips before she can stop herself. She’s so close to just… “You’ve had your few drinks, huh?” She cuts her wandering thoughts off quickly.

“Yep.” You tilt your head, leaving a quick kiss just below Nancy’s ear. She goes stiff immediately. Noticeably so. Thankfully, you’re drunk enough to let it go. “Walk back to the dorm with me?” Your voice comes out in a low, almost slurred mumble.

“Yeah. Sure. Um, let’s just…” She turns slowly, awkwardly placing her hands on your arms to make sure you’re steady. She looks into your eyes for a long moment. Then down at your lips. Before she can make a stupid decision, her arm wraps around your waist—warm and steadying through your shirt—just to make sure you don’t fall on her watch.

“Okay, okay, easy.” Nancy tries to hide a laugh when you stumble through the door to your shared dorm. She can’t help it bubbling up.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You’re both fully in the room now, Nancy clicking the door shut… and you’re both laughing. Because seeing Nancy smile like that just warmed something in you that you couldn’t really name. “Stop it—stop looking at me like that!” You playfully shove her shoulders through a laugh. 

Except, you don’t let go. Your hands linger in her shoulders, holding onto her. Nancy’s now fully laughing, her hands coming up with no hesitation this time, steadying on your waist. Her fingers splay casually along the small of your back.

“I’m not looking at you like anything. You’re just drunk.”

“Bullshit.” You scoff, finally stilling, fingers sliding just slightly into Nancy’s hair. Her smile immediately softens. The room goes much, much quieter. “You’ve been looking at me funny all night.”

“I don’t—I haven’t-“ Nancy sputters defensively for half a second before realizing no good excuse is going to come out. The beer has her just tipsy enough to not overthink every possible outcome of each of her actions. So she pauses. Then just… says it. “I just think you look really pretty tonight.”

Now the room goes silent. You could hear a pin drop.

“You… think I'm pretty?” There’s no more laughter coming from your lips. No more drunk mumbles. Just curiosity.

Nancy tries to play it cool.

“Well, yes. Objectively. You’re pretty.” It seems like she’s trying to backtrack now. Instead of letting her, you take a half step closer.

The space between you is… tiny. There’s barely a foot of emptiness and her hands are still on your waist, yours are still gently playing with her hair. Something has shifted in the room. 

“But you were looking at me funny specifically because you thought I looked pretty tonight.” You speak slowly, both to avoid the slurring and to make sure nothing shatters the fragile quiet between you two.

Nancy takes a deep breath. She looks at you—really looks at you—for a long moment. Then, as if drawn by some magnetic force, she looks down at your lips. Your pink, glossy lips.

Nancy Wheeler is currently drawing a blank. Her hands tighten their grip on your waist gently, like she’s holding herself back.

“I just…” 

Before Nancy can get a thought out, your lips are in hers. Her eyes go wide for a moment, her body going stiff—she hasn’t kissed anyone since her now ex boyfriend (fiancée?) Jonathan. Let alone a girl. A really beautiful, smart girl.

Nancy’s leaning in without a second thought. She kisses you back carefully, savoring the way your lips move against hers for as long as she can.

The room goes silent again when you pull away, breathing slightly heavy, eyes half lidded. “I’ve really wanted to do that since you moved in.”

Nancy lets out a noise—surprise? Amusement? something in between, probably—when you admit how long you’ve waited for a simple kiss. And when you confirm that you’ve wanted this just as long as she has, even if she hadn’t exactly admitted it to herself.

“Me too.” This time, Nancy is the one who leans in, tugging you against her as she kisses you, deep and slow and steady—more confident. Because you want this. Just as much as she does. And she’s not letting go now.

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Omg I love this dynamic of Baran and Chief Surgery reader, more of them, need it in my bloodstream!!!!

More of Baran and reader adopting the Pittlings (+ Samira)

Maybe even Shamsi trying to put Vic into R's good graces hoping that she could convince Vic to take up surgery, but R just gently talks Shamsi out of pushing Vic away and into something she doesn't want and that she should rather respect her daughter's decision and be proud that she's in the field to genuinely care for the patients rather then the money (which unfortunately is the case for many doctors, especially Indians), cue Victoria almost crying and giving R a big hug 🫂

Can u tell I'm projecting?

Stay on Track

(Baran Al-Hashimi x cheif of surgery!fem!reader)

Summary : r and Baran are finally out to the whole ED about their marrige. Now, they serve as acting mothers for the pittlings who... weellll... kind of need it. Especially, in Victoria's case, when your mother won't stop trying to push you into surgery.

Warnings / Tags : tooth rotting fluff, Shamsi being Shamsi (boo), r + Baran being mother figures to Javadi, a little angst, but happy ending <3

Notes : im sosososooooo happy people liked the first part of this bc I think I want to keep doing the reqs like this w Baran because I love getting to write a ton abt the other pitt cast lol

read the rest : part 1 (A Secret (Sort of))

When the ED finally knew about your and Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi’s relationship, everything began to flow a bit more smoothly with work. Mel and Samira regularly came to you for advice on whatever the hell was going on in their lives. It actually started happening so often, some more of the “pittlings” group chat—affectionately named by Trinity for her, Javadi, Mel, and Dennis—would come to you and Baran instead of Robby. Family advice, medical advice, romantic advice, that was all now your and Baran’s territory. 

Baran initially was… hesitant. She kind of had this thought that it was unprofessional to be so close to the younger residents—she’s always one to follow the rules down to a T. Breaking one would be like a moral failing in her mind—until a few weeks of it passed. She realized that this was getting her closer to her staff. She could bring them bagels in the morning and talk them through their newest situationships after their shift. It became a tradition. All of you sitting in the park, you and Baran, hand-in-hand on a bench across from the group (Trinity, Dennis, Victoria, Mel, and Samira), debriefing the shift. 

You and Baran spent plenty of time with her son, Kaveh. But this was something different. Not parenting a young boy, trying to teach him how to navigate the world, but helping young adults. Young adults who remind both you and Baran of yourselves when you started working as doctors. Young adults who had… iffy parental figures. 

“I just can’t with my mom anymore.” Victoria groans from the park bench, head in her hands, lavender hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands. The city lights flicker from behind all of you. 

“Have you tried setting firmer boundaries with her?”

Baran asks beside you, thumb brushing over the back of your hand mindlessly.

“Have you met Eileen Shamsi?” Trinity says the name almost mockingly, letting out a dry laugh. “That woman is scary. A brick wall wouldn’t be a firm enough boundary.” Vic elbows her. Trinity puts her hands up defensively.

“What is she trying to get you to do?” You chime in, hand settling on Baran’s knee as your head tilts to the side. Just a small touch while you’re helping Victoria like she’s your own daughter.

“She wants me to go into surgery.” Victoria groans, rubbing her eyes. “And, no offense to surgery, but I just can’t. I’m not doing this job because I want money. I want to help people! She just can’t understand that!”

“No offense taken.” You reply immediately, soft and sure. Gentle in a way Victoria definitely needs right now. “You’re passionate, Victoria. That’s rare in this field. If your mother can’t see that, she needs to start trying to understand.” You look over at Baran, whose eyes are already on you with a soft smile, clearly admiring you. You have to pause for a second before getting back to the conversation. “You know what. Let me talk to her, Victoria. You could spend a day with me in the surgery wing and maybe I'll get a chance to… explain some things.”

Victoria’s expression lights up.

“You would do that? Seriously?

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” You confirm, smiling warmly at her. You squeeze Baran’s knee. She leans over and kisses your cheek.

“Victoria, I'm so glad you’re finally giving surgery a chance. You know, there’s such better opportunities in this field for—“

Dr. Shamsi’s incessant attempts to convince Victoria that all of what she loves about the medical field is naive and misguided are cut off by your voice as Vic and her mother walk into the surgery department.

“Dr. Javadi, Dr. Shamsi. It’s so good to see you both.” You say with a warm smile, pulling off your gloves. Perfectly professional, perfectly poised—Baran and you had spent the night at home discussing how to go about this like it was planning a battle strategy. Even as she held you in the warm lighting of

your bedroom after putting her son to sleep, she was still helping you come up with ideas.

“Well, we’re both very glad you could make room for Victoria today.” Shamsi replies, her hand pressed into the small of Victoria's back, like she’s trying to literally push her closer to you. “I think you could be a very positive influence on my daughter.”

“I hope so.” You turn to Victoria. She looks positively miserable. “But, I must say, I'm a little surprised Dr. Javadi was interested in spending a day in the surgery unit. My wife keeps telling me how amazing she’s been doing in the ED.”

Victoria seems to release a little bit of the insane amount of tension that has been holding her together. She doesn’t even look at her mother—who actually scoffs when you say that. She just keeps looking at you with… hope. You smile warmly back at her before turning to her mother again.

“Well, Victoria needs a chance to see how much better suited she would be here. Her gifts are special. I don’t want her wasting them in the emergency medical field." The annoyance is clear in Eileen’s voice. Not at you, necessarily. But at her incredibly gifted daughter’s passion for Emergency Care? What?

“Mom. Wasting? Are you kidding me?” Victoria actually snaps back, her anger clearly bubbling over.

“Yes, wasting. And you know I'm right. A surgeon gets to use their talents properly. You know how much more a surgeon can make in comparison to—“

“Dr. Shamsi, if I may interject.” You stop her before the two of them can break out into a full blown screaming match in the middle of your department. Or before you get the urge to scream at Eileen yourself. “Your daughter is undeniably brilliant. I can see that, you can see that, and all of her coworkers can see that. But what makes Dr. Javadi as good as she is as a doctor, is her passion. I find it incredibly rare to find someone who cares as much as Victoria does about saving lives.”

Eileen is silent for a moment, looking at you like she’s calculating what to say next. She has no argument against that.

And Victoria? She stands beside her mother, looking at you, tears welling up in her eyes. She takes a deep breath as she listens to your words, trying to steady herself so she doesn’t have to cry in front of either of you. It’s just… no one in her life had ever treated her like she was good enough just for caring. Like her worth wasn’t dependent on how much money she made or how “successful” her parents thought she was. And here you are, standing up to Eileen fucking Shamsi because… well, you see her. 

“You have so much to be proud of, Dr. Shamsi. Your daughter is an exceptional doctor. I don’t think any of that pride should be dependent on the medical profession Victoria chooses to specialize in.” Your gaze softens as you turn to Victoria. She nearly sniffles. “Wherever she is, I'm confident that she will flourish. It’s extremely rare to find doctors like Dr. Javadi. And if she feels that her style of care is best suited for emergency medicine?” Your gaze turns back to Eileen. “I don’t think I, nor anyone else in this hospital should try to change that.”

Eileen takes a deep breath. The room is dead silent for a moment. “Right.” Is all she says, her hand dropping from Victoria’s back. No more pushing. “…I should be going. Thank you for your… insight, doctor.” She gives you a nod as she takes a step back. Her eyes focus on Victoria, who is very purposefully not even glancing in her mother’s direction.

“It’s nothing. Thank you so much for bringing Victoria to me today. I’m sure Baran will be happy to hear I got to spend some time getting to know one of her favorite residents better.” 

And with that, Eileen nods politely and just… leaves. No more words to Javadi, no more incessant attempts to belittle her own daughter. It’s just Victoria and you. Standing together in the surgery wing of the PTMC.

“Victoria, I hope I didn’t come off as too harsh, I just didn’t know how much—“ 

Before you can finish what you were saying, Victoria is wrapping her arms around you, head pressing against your shoulder. It’s clear she’s crying from the way her shoulders heave with every breath. A look of horror dawns on your face. Were you really too harsh? Did you just ruin something for Victoria—

“Thank you, so much.” Victoria mumbles against your lab coat as she sniffles. 

You soften immediately. Oh. Before you process it all, your arms are wrapping around Victoria in return, pulling her close.

“No. Thank you. Thank you for caring as much as you do. You’re using your gift for good. We need more doctors like you in the world, Vic.” You give her a squeeze before pulling away just slightly to see her tear streaked face. “If you ever have any problems with your mother again, just tell me and Baran. We’ll handle it.”

She sniffles again, nodding as she wipes her cheek with the sleeve of her purple hoodie. “Okay. I will.”

“Good.” You laugh softly, hands rubbing up and down her arms comfortingly. “Now go get yourself cleaned up. I don’t want my whole department thinking I made you cry, okay?”

Victoria laughs too. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You say simply, a warm smile on your face as you let her go. “Just go.”

“So? How’d it go today, eshgham?” Baran leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you two walk out to her car. Her hand lingers on your back, rubbing gently up and down.

“Really well, actually.” You smile at her just as you stop before the car. “I think Eileen might actually back off a little now?”

Baran’s eyes go playfully wide, a surprised laugh leaving her throat. “Wow. You got Eileen Shamsi to calm down a little?” She leans in and kisses you. Not just a little peck on the lips, but a longer, lingering kiss. “This is why I married you.”

You both laugh as you pull away with one final peck on the lips. Just as you’re about to get in the car…

“Wait!” Victoria Javadi. Running across the staff parking lot to find the two of you.

“Victoria… what are you doing here?” Baran asks with a small laugh as Vic reaches the two of you, panting slightly.

“I just wanted to say thank you again. For everything.” She looks at you first, expression soft and grateful in a way that makes it so very clear she means every word with so much weight. “Both of you.” She then turns to Baran, who already has that loving, maternal look on her face.

“Anytime, Victoria.” You respond easily, shaking your head. “Your mother is…”

“Insane. She can be totally fucking insane.” Victoria fills the words in for you. Baran actually snorts.

“Okay. Well. I maybe wouldn’t use those exact words. But yes.” You nod. “She’s a lot. And sometimes you just… need someone to be in your corner.” You look over the car, at Baran, who is already smiling at you. “I’m glad you have two of us now.”

Again, before you can process it, Victoria’s grabbing you for a hug. This one is quicker, but still clearly filled with unsaid gratitude. She pulls away with a smile on her face this time. “Yeah. I’m glad too.”

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Behind Closed Doors

(Cassie McKay x fem!reader)

Summary : You and Cassie have been getting away with your affair since the gala a few months ago. Everything was going smooth... until Robby forgot his badge at home.

Warnings / Tags : (18 +) cheating (on Robby), soft dom!Cassie, strap on (r!receiving), strap on refferred to as cock, pet names (baby, good girl), getting caught...

Notes : i was so glad someone wanted another part to this... guys i need Cassie McKay BAD. someone sedate me. also, obviously, i dont condone cheating irl...

read the rest : I Could Treat You Better / part 1

This was never supposed to happen. 

When you started dating Dr. Michael Robinavitch—mostly for the money, but still—you were sure the eventual breakup would be clean and quick. 

Then Dr. Cassie Mckay came along. She swept through your romantic life like a tornado, disrupting everything that was working with you and Robby when she fingered you in the bathroom of a donor gala for the PTMC. While Robby was just outside. 

That night had changed a lot of things.

You started coming over to Cassie’s house whenever her ex-husband had Harrison. You came up with more excuses to bail on nights spent at Robby’s place. Robby started getting frustrated more often. Cassie got slowly more indulgent, inviting you over at any chance she got. On the rare occasion you’d come into the PTMC to give Robby something he left at home, you’d just end up making eyes at Cassie until you two got the chance to slip into a storage closet for a quickie.

Now everything is messy. Now the only chance of a clean breakup with Robby is by lying. Because there’s no way telling him: “Sorry, I'm sleeping with and kind of maybe in love with your coworker who I've been cheating on you with for a few months. We have to break up.” could possibly go well. 

You hadn’t thought that there could be a worse way, anyway. Not until today.

Everything started normal. This time, Robby was at work and Cassie, luckily, had the day off. Her car pulled up out of Robby’s place early.

“Hey.” Cassie says as you open the door for her. Her auburn hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, messy bangs hanging in her face.

“Hi.” You reply, fingers hooking into her belt loop, pulling her into Robby’s place.

The second the door is shut, her lips are on yours. She’s got one hand snaking around your waist, the other pushing into your hair—no doubt tangling it. But neither of you really care about that now.

“I missed you.” Cassie manages to mumble against your lips as you two stumble into the kitchen counter. For a moment, the kiss turns messier as you two start laughing, trying to make it to the bedroom.

“Missed you too.”

The door clicks shut behind the two of you. Finally. And when she knows you’re alone? Cassie pulls away, a smile on her lips, her hand smoothing over your side.

“Get on the bed. On all fours.”

“Bossy today, huh?”

Cassie lets out a little laugh at your response, swatting your ass playfully.

“It’s been a long fucking week, okay?”

You’re there, on the bed, leaning on your elbows for support, trying to look between your knees to get a glance at Cassie. You can’t see much from the position, but you hear her belt unbuckle, her pants zipping down… then her fingers, tugging down your pants until they pool at your knees.

“Ready, baby?” She asks in a rough voice from behind you as she slowly drags your panties down your bare thighs.

You’re just about ready to ask what she means… before you feel the fat head of her strap on press against the entrance of your (already wet) pussy.

“Very ready, Cass.” You nod insistently, to which Cassie just grins, her hand sliding over the curve of your back.

The tip slides in first—just barely testing the stretch. You let out a little whimper nonetheless. Another laugh from behind you.

“Oh you’re sensitive, huh? Feelin’ needy?” Her voice is somehow exponentially rougher and lower as she watches your pussy slowly swallow her cock.

“Mh-mmhhm.” Is all you manage to get out because Cassie is slowly—SO slowly—pushing into you, hands on your hips to keep you from trying to get her to give you more. 

Cassie practically shoves in that last inch, until the tip of her strap kisses your cervix, leaving you full, walls fluttering around her length. When she hears your moan, Cassie squeezes your hip, a silent encouragement for how well you’re taking it. Then she starts moving. Not slowly, not gently. Her thrusts start rough and quick. She pulls out halfway and shoves right back in over and over again. Until you’re moaning a repeated “ah, ah, ah-“ and she’s letting out little grunts, tugging on your hips to get her cock in deeper each time.

“Fuck— takin’ it so well, baby. God, fuckin’ swallowing my cock, huh?” Her voice is breathy and ragged already. No matter the amount of confidence she can exude, there’s always that undertone of genuine awe, watching and listening to you fall apart for her. She takes your whine from her strap shoving against your cervix as a yes.

Cassie speeds up as soon as she feels you trying to push back onto her with every rough thrust. Her panting turns into small groans as the slap of skin on skin starts to fill the room. Her length stretches you out with every thrust, wetness nearly dripping down your inner thighs when she pulls almost fully out just to slam right back in. Her hand pushes gently into the small of your back, arching it perfectly for her while she fucks into you.

“Cass- Cassie m’gonna come-“ She hears your whimpers into the pillow that you’re drooling onto. Her thrusts get a little more sloppy—she can’t help it. Cassie’s in total awe, watching you take her like this.

“Good. Good girl.” Her hand on your hip squeezes and you can basically hear the smile in her voice, even though you can’t see her.

When one of Cassie’s messy, rough thrusts slams her cock all the way into your cunt, you’re done for. Your orgasm hits hard, pulling a loud moan from your lips, back arching, fingers curling into the sheets desperately. The sound you make is barely muffled by the pillow and Cassie couldn’t be happier. She slows her movements as your moans turn into softer whimpers and groans. As soon as she sees you slump against the pillow, she pulls out with a wet sound and a soft groan.

“Damn. I’m glad I came prepared.” Her fingers trail up your thigh, pushing through your folds and collecting your slick on them. She circles your clit just once—just to see you switch and whine—before pulling away, fingers sticky with your juices. “You really needed this.”

You laugh softly, slumping into the sheets and rolling over. The first thing you see is Cassie, still on her knees over you, licking her fingers clean. What a fucking sight. You smile and tug her down by the hem of her shirt to lay on top of you.

“Stop it. I at least need breakfast before round two.” You mumble as you kiss her. It’s just a brief pack on the lips, but it nearly makes Cassie melt against you, her arms looping around your waist.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. You want me to cook—“

“What the fuck?” That’s not Cassie’s soft, rough voice that you hear coming from the doorway of the bedroom. You shoot up from where you’re laying under Cassie.

“Robby?” Your eyes go wide with horror as you see him standing there, hands on the back of his neck (a stressed tic of his you’ve noticed before), eyes wide, scoffing.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” Robby lets out a humorless laugh, his eyes finally landing on Cassie as she looks up, hair all messy and skin slick with sweat. And you’re laying there, trying to pull your pants back on. “McKay? You have got to be kidding me. Are you fucking my girlfriend?”

Cassie doesn’t answer for a long moment, just blinking, looking between you and him. She’s not a liar. Especially not when it comes to you. 

“Robby, I- you weren’t supposed to—“

“What, I wasn’t supposed to know? How long has this been going on?” Now he looks right at you. 

“…Since the gala.” You mumble, sitting up slowly. Cassie moves with you, smoothing a hand through her hair.

“Since the—holy shit.” His hands rub over his face. Yeah. This is definitely worse than a shitty break up excuse. “When I come back to my house because I forgot my fucking badge, I don’t want to see one of my residents fucking my girlfriend.”

You and Cassie look at each other nervously, Cassie rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. And… yeah, okay, definitely not looking as guilty as she probably should.

“I think… I think I should go.” Cassie says as she starts to sit up fully in bed.

“I think you both should go.” Robby argues, very clearly glaring right at you. You bite your lip, then look back at Cassie. 

“Yeah. Right.” You follow Cassie, reaching out to hold onto her sleeve as she heads for the door. Robby grumbles something under his breath as he goes to grab his badge from the dresser.

“Holy shit.” Is the first thing Cassie says as she steps out of the door of Robby’s house. Both of you stand there for a long moment, you still holding onto her sleeve.

And then you laugh. You actually laugh. Cassie whips her head around to you. She was at least expecting a little upset at that. A messy breakup with your boyfriend of nearly a year? You’d think there’d at least be some waterworks.

“Are you laughing right now?” Cassie fully turns towards you, eyes wide. You start laughing harder, looking over at her with a barely guilty expression. 

“I’m sorry, I just— I mean, Jesus Christ. That couldn’t have gone any worse, right?” 

At that… Cassie lets out a little laugh too. You’re right. That could not have possibly gone any worse. It was so bad it’s actually, admittedly, a little funny.

“No. It couldn’t have.” Cassie shakes her head, grabbing your hand to lace your fingers together and pull you closer. “Robby’s gonna kill me tomorrow.”

You practically have to lean on her with how much you’re laughing. 

“Yeah, you’re dead.” You mutter between laughs. 

Cassie grins and tugs you closer. As soon as your laughter subsides, she leans in and kisses you. You finally relax against her, lips still turned up in a smile even after your laughter has died out.

“Well, I have until tomorrow before I die, so…. y’think we should head back to my place?” Cassie asks as she pulls back, already gently guiding you to her car.

You smile at her, following quickly as she tugs you along.

“I think that’s a fantastic idea.”

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no one has ever looked more appetizing

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all 3 in me NOW

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happy pitt season 2 day guys! ☺️

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currently imagining dating Bette Porter while she’s working at the CAC (cough cough js imagine Tina’s not here) and her coming home after a long ass day…

there are one of two possibilities. one:

she comes home, grumbling, slams per purse onto the kitchen counter and immediately grabs the red wine. Doesn’t even bother with a glass. When you walk into the room, she pauses for just a moment, letting out a breath.

“I have had the longest fucking day.”

Is all she says as she pulls you in by the hips. She doesn’t kiss you yet, just holds you close enough so she can feel your warmth. You’re the one to close the distance first. You kiss her slowly, until she’s tugging you closer. she’s not rough or demanding, but it’s incredibly apparent that she just needs your closeness right now.

ten minutes later, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her shirt half unbuttoned, slacks pulled down her thighs, your head between her legs, tongue buried in her cunt. she gently holds your hair—not pushing or forcing, but anchoring herself, keeping you close—as you lick her. All that comes out of her mouth are surprisingly desperate moans, along with the occasional praise and guidance. You stay there, kneeling at the edge of the bed, until her fingers are tightening in your hair and her back if arching up. She falls onto the bed with a mumbled “fuck” as you slowly push her slacks the rest of the way off and climb up with kisses all along her body.

“I needed this.”

She mumbles as she kisses you again. You both end up laying there until you’re asleep on her chest, her hand tangled into your hair as she quietly snores.

ooorrrr two:

the moment Bette walks into the house, there’s this new tension in the air. she doesn’t say anything, just drops her purse and silently unbuttons her blazer. when you walk into the room, her eyes land on you and she takes a deep breath. not even your presence relaxes her much. it’s clear she’s feeling particularly tense

before you know it, she’s got her hands sliding up under your shirt, her lips on yours, fully dominating the kiss as she backs you up against the kitchen counter. you’re moaning softly as her hands reach to grab your tits, fingers pinching your nipples with expert level precision (she knows exactly what she’s doing) as she begins to kiss down your throat. Bette leaves marks as she goes, her teeth sinking into your skin until you’re practically writhing under her. she likes this—the control she has now.

when her fingers push below the waistband of you’re pants, she doesn’t tease. she uses your slick to get her fingers wet before pushing two of them right into your pussy. her body presses right up against yours, pinning you to the counter as you grab onto her. she continues to suck and bite along any bare skin she can find while her long digits fuck into you, making absolutely obscene sounds in the kitchen.

it’s no surprise that you come quickly. both of you end up panting in the otherwise quiet kitchen while Bette’s fingers slow their pace down to allow you to ride it out. as soon as she sees that look on your face—the fucked-out, dazed expression—she pulls her fingers out delicately and brings them up to your lips.

“Suck.”

Is all she says. And it’s all she needs to say. A slow grin spreads on her face as you suck her fingers into your mouth without so much as a second of hesitation. Bette leans in and kisses your neck more gently than before. it’s very clear she’s feeling much more relaxed now.

“Good girl.”

i miss the L word. and I need Bette Porter BAD. someone sedate me. 😔

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WE NEED MOOOORE OF BARAN AND CHIEF SURGEON FEMMMM

PLEASEEEEE like one with their kid or something !!! PLEAEEE

YAY IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE MORE OF THIS !

i have 2 drafts w Baran and Chief of Surgery!r with some specific requests that i’ll hopefully post soon (ish. i say soon very loosely.) bc i love writing these sooooo much 🤞🤞

since i’ve been getting some of these repeat requests… if anyone wants to claim an anon emoji or name or wtv so i know it’s them pls feel free to claim one in an ask (i think that’s probably the best way to do it? idfk) if anyone wants to ! 🫶

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Victoria bouncing on it casually while her and Cassie watch a movie send tweet

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Headcanons Masterlist

The Pitt:

Perv!Baran Headcanons

Baran Al-Hashimi x her son's babysitter!fem!reader

Wife!Baran Al-Hashimi x nurse!fem!reader

vampire!Baran headcanons

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I have always had the idea that vampires like to bite the inner thighs of their partners, do what you want with this information

vampire!Baran headcanons

(vampire!Baran Al-Hashimi x fem!reader)

Warnings / Tags : (18 +) some fluff some smut, (most things mentioned here are very breif) biting (blood sucking), oral (r!recieving), masturbation (r!recieving, b!watching), soft!dom (ish)!Baran

Notes : ill always be obsessed with vampire baran idgaf.

vampire!Baran who can never take her hands off of you. she’s always holding onto you in some way or another, whether it’s a hand on your back or literally her mouth attached to your neck.

vampire!Baran who is strangely possessive, but also hides it well. it’s always just subtle things. eyes on you for too long when you’re talking to someone else at a bar. her watching you, unblinking, while you lay in bed (usually fucked stupid and with a few bite marks around your body)

vampire!Baran who makes such a sweet effort to act normal for you. she doesn’t actually have to sleep or eat regular human food, but she does for you. she cooks and lays beside you all night even though she doesn’t have to just because she wants to be close to you.

vampire!Baran who is a top… sort of! she can act all dominant and confident, but the second you get even a little demanding, she FOLDDSS. it really doesn’t take much to get her writhing and whining beneath you.

vampire!Baran who loves being bitten back. even though you can’t really break skin or anything, she’ll melt so fast with just a few bites.

vampire!Baran who is obsessed with your thighs! on nights where she’s particularly needy or hungry, you’ll wake up in the morning with marks all along your thighs, bite marks and bruises all over. 

vampire!Baran who is actually still a doctor. imagine like Carlisle from Twilight. she’s pretty good at keeping herself cool around blood because she really just cares about making people better.

vampire!Baran who actually can’t hold back when it comes to YOUR blood. it’s not necessarily an obsession. but if you ever have even a tiny cut in your finger, she’s sucking it gently, pulling you nice and close to her.

vampire!Baran who also can’t taste your blood and then NOT want to fuck you. one, because she just wants you to feel good, and two, because she always feels a little guilty for sucking your blood and she wants to make up for it.

vampire!Baran who constantly checks up on you. not a day goes by where she isn’t always asking “are you okay? how are you feeling? do you want me to get you anything, azizam?”

vampire!Baran who is shameless when it comes to your relationship. if anyone dares say that your “friendship” is so cute or whatever, she will quickly reach for your hand, stare them dead-on and say “she’s my girlfriend.” 

vampire!Baran who also doesn’t really understand some human things. personal space. white lies. taking space during arguments. she doesn’t really get any of it and is pretty stubborn when you try to explain. (cough cough autism spectrum Baran)

vampire!Baran who is such a muncher. you could have thad three orgasms in a row from her tongue and she’s still gripping your thighs, lapping at your pussy until you’re at number four.

vampire!Baran who is actually kind of insecure about her fangs. she doesn’t like looking like a “monster” to you. no matter how much you tell her you really like them or that they make her look that much more attractive.

vampire!Baran who loves watching you. in any context. but especially when she has you laying on the bed, touching yourself because she refuses to do it for you. and you know she won’t let you get there unless she’s the one to do it so she just gets to watch you squirm, waiting for her!

vampire!Baran who is so good in bed you think she might be a little psychic? every single time you want something and open your mouth to ask for it, you barely get the “please” out before she’s doing just that. maybe it’s a vampire thing. maybe Baran just knows you that well.

vampire!Baran who never means to be rough or hurt you… but sometimes gets a little too into fucking you. she apologizes afterwards a million times (even though you reassure her that it’s alright over and over again) and gets you tea, then lays with you until you’re asleep.

vampire!Baran who loveeesss your tits. the first time she got your top off in bed, she started for a second, then immediately sucked one of your breasts between her lips. she spent ten minutes sucking, licking and groping your tits, until you were so sensitive you were squirming under her and begging for more.

vampire!Baran who accidentally (on purpose) sunk her fangs into the soft skin just above the curve of your breastbone time and actually left a little scar. she thinks of it as a little trophy.

vampire!Baran who gets really stubborn about your wellbeing. she’s the kind of person who WILL go up to the person who made your sandwich with pickles when you asked for none and have them take them off. she’s polite about it, but still.

vampire!Baran who lowkey has a thing for public sex. when you’re out at a bar or restaurant, she’ll grab your wrist and mutter something about going to the bathroom. next thing you know, you’re getting pressed up against the bathroom stall, fangs funk into your thighs or her tongue in your pussy.

vampire!Baran who gets pissy about vampire media. she will be watching a movie, a thinly veiled glare on her face, mumbling about how inaccurate it is. she tries to be all casual and say she doesn’t care but it’s very clear she does.

vampire!Baran who makes you ask for what you want. she’s not too dominant but so gentle that she ends up making you ask for it because she wants to give you exactly that (and she likes hearing you beg for her in that whiny voice when she’s been holding back)

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More vampireeee

this req has been sitting in my drafts for a while along with another vamp!Baran request so this is otw 🤞

(only headcanons this time because im out of ideas…)

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Not a request but rather a thank you!

First of all, Welcome back!!! Hope you got to do all the things you wanted to do. Thank you so much for writing the request I sent in earlier so quickly! I really loved it ❤️

OF COURSEEE the req was so cute i loved writing it 🥹🥹

(and i’m very happy to be back for the summer ! hopefully i’ll be getting to the other reqs and more writing very soon)