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[undeadd011]

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ravenna ☽ ݂ ໋ ͏. 19. she/her. libra. writer. queer. pink. lace. swans. ravens. books. not so dumb blonde. tlou, dc and the pitt fangirl, just here to run my mouth and write! NAVIGATION⤵ masterlist | requests - open

[angelic1angel]

i want you to miss me

⤷ in which; you decide to take a video for clark to enjoy while on a trip

⤷ warnings; f!reader, smut, filming sex, voyeurism/exhibition(?), lingerie, pinv, making out, slight dry humping, fingers in mouth, oral (f!receiving), doggy, missionary, size kink, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, dumbification

⤷ word count; 2.8k

a/n; special thanks to @undeadd011 for PROOFREADING my fic for me my close and personal venna PROOFREADS so good

you were perched up on his lap toying with the hem of his t-shirt trying your very best to soak up every last moment with your boyfriend before he was off for a trip. the aching loss of his presence would only last a few days but considering your unaddressed codependency, it was far too long for your liking.

he hated being away from you too, which is why his hands were on either side of you, tracing your waist like he hadn’t already had every inch of your body memorized.

you tried not to dull the moment, sucking in your tears and staying silent to avoid the voice cracks that were bound to happen. the silence was loud but comforting because you knew he was silent for the same reasons you were, you were both completely comfortable in the silence because you both knew it’s what you needed.

until you got the best idea.

you tried to hide your smirk as you planned how you would present it and how it would go over, though you knew he wouldn’t mind, in fact you knew he’d be more than happy with the idea you were very proud of.

he knew you were hiding something both from the way your heartbeat picked up and the way your chin was tucked in which further led to the slow of your fingers on his shirt. he often listened to your heartbeat to calm him, and it was a great way to tell exactly how you were feeling even if you tried to hide it.

“what are you thinking about, angel?” he smiled up at you, lightly pinching your sides to get you to look up. you didn’t, instead you broke and smiled, eyes still glued to his chest. “mmh, nothing i just have an idea”

you’d think he’s a dog and you just said ‘treat’ the way he practically perked up in excitement. “tell me” he didn’t even try to hide his excitement as the indents on his cheeks deepened and he adjusted his neck to fully look up at you, giving you his undivided attention.

“well i know you’re gonna miss me… so” you trailed off “what are you gonna do when you miss me?” you asked, purposely adjusting yourself on his lap to tease him. “call you, listen to your heartbeat if you aren’t awake?” he asked, a little clueless as to what you were aiming for.

“no, well yes i just mean when you really miss me you know?” you blinked at him, hands now planted in his stomach. he paused, then breathed once “look at those pretty pictures you sent me a few weeks ago, or call you of course”

you didn’t send nudes very often, simply because he was always there in the flesh, but when he slept at his parents' house for the weekend last month you figured you’d try it. “well what about a video?” he tilted his head curiously, eyes darkening slightly “like, you know, of us”

his mouth fell slightly open before he licked his lips and nodded, movement almost unnoticed, like he was in a trance. “i have that old camcorder, you can keep the tape it’s totally safe and i bought something to wear i haven’t tried on for you yet so i don’t know, i guess i was thinking it could be a treat for you while your away because-“ you weren’t running out of words and breath as you trailed on.

“yes, yeah honey i’d love that” he smiled at you like you were the only person in the word, hands on your cheek as he pulled in to kiss you. you nodded at each other in confirmation before kissing again. “now go show me what you bought baby” 

a few minutes later you were walking out the bathroom, body adorned in black lace and tiny bows. he was sat against the headboard, patiently waiting for your return and when you did his back immediately straighten. his mouth fell open slightly, looking you up and down slowly taking in the sight before him.

“oh baby you’re so beautiful” he whispered like he was talking to himself. “thank you” you muttered, tiptoeing to your desk where you opened a drawer where the camcorder was placed.

you pulled it out with a smile, crawling into clark’s lap. when you were sat on his thighs you turned on the camera, instructing him how to work it. 

“okay, okay. it’s on yeah?” you nodded “perfect, look at you” he spoke, pointing the camera to where you sat on him, up to your face slowly. you smiled as he filmed you, waving your hand shyly.

he was mesmerized by you, he almost forgot to speak, too busy trying to catch you in the viewfinder. his free hand found your waist, toying with some frilly lace before he cupped your face and brought you closer. he pointed the camera to the sheets too focused on kissing you before you corrected him. 

“no! clark the whole point is to film us silly, here” you pushed his arm up, tilting the camera to where your faces met. the kiss was soft and slow at first, it was clear he was trying to take in the moment, but that was before you forced your tongue into his mouth. grabbing at his shoulders to pull yourself closer, hand running through his curls as you moaned into his mouth. his hand found its way to your ass, squeezing gently, pressing you closer to the growing bulge in his pants making your hips rock against him.

he hums into your mouth the second your hips move, opening his mouth even wider for you, welcoming your tongue, your touch, and each movement you made above him. 

within seconds you’re both moaning into each other's mouth, clearly aching for one another as the kiss grows sloppy. he’s suddenly flipping you over so he’s above you, careful to keep the camera pointed at you.

he pulls from the kiss to sit on his knees, pointing the camera to your torso. he’s purposeful as he captures every lace detail he can, his big hand resting on your stomach. he smiles to himself as he films like he’s already excited to watch the tape back.

“so perfect angel” he whispers, kissing your neck as the camera angles to capture your reaction as his lips connect with your skin. his lips continue to kiss down your body, licking your nipples through the sheer lace of your bra, down to your bellybutton and to the waistline of your panties.

he pulls back after a peck to your mound, sitting up on his knees again, the camera still pointing down at you. “here, i wanna see your face when i make you come” he hands you the camera, already positioned to look at your face. you nod wordlessly with a smile, biting on your lip while you take the camera from his hands.

his fingers hook on either side of your panties, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere in the room for you to find later. he kisses your inner thighs making his way closer and closer to your core. when he reaches it, he licks a stripe up to your clit, pulling off to blow cold breath on your bud making your eyebrows push together and your back arch. 

he decided to tease you, licking circles around your entrance then kissing your inner thighs, avoiding your clit the best he can and it’s killing him just as much as it’s killing you. he did it all just to hear the desperate drawn out “please” that leaves your mouth.

he smiles against you before his lips close around your clit, tongue flicking it before his middle finger finds its way to your entrance, circling once, then twice before he eases it in slowly.

“ah- fuck” you moan, camera shaking in your hand as you throw your head back in pleasure. your fingers rake through his hair as he adds a second finger. he makes an effort to make sure the rhythm of his lips match with the pump of his fingers.

he hums into you, satisfied with the noises you’re making. he looks up every so often to make sure the camera is still pointing at your face. there’s nothing more clark loves than the way your face scrunches up when you come. he loves how vulnerable you are, how he knows he’s the one that makes you feel so good and he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. the second you put this whole recording idea in his head he knew he’d have to get a shot of your face, and he was very satisfied with the shot he was getting.

he’s relentlessly lapping at your cunt, fingers curling at that spongey spot that makes you whimper and your sweaty hand nearly drops the camera on your nose. you tighten your grip, sure not to drop it as his free hand comes up to cup your boob massaging at the fat as he continues to work you to your orgasm.

you look down at his hand before pulling it to your mouth and taking his pointer and middle finger in your mouth with a satisfied hum. you wanted him all over you and nothing beats the salty taste of his sweat on your tongue.

“mmh- mm” is all you can manage as you pull his fingers deeper into your mouth, your slobber coats his fingers and your chin as you wrap your tongue around his digits. he whimpers against your folds as your mouth moves against him and he nearly loses it just as bad as you do. your teeth dig into his fingers as you get close, hips moving with the rhythm he’s set.

your whimpers grow raw and desperate as your orgasm approaches. his pace continues to ride out your high until you're pushing him away to avoid overstimulation. his fingers leave your mouth slowly and you immediately pull him in for a kiss, ignoring how you can taste yourself on your lips.

the camera now focused on where your lips meet, a low hum from the device meshing with the smack of the kiss. you can’t help but hum into the kiss, needily bucking your hips so your clit brushes in the thin fabric of his sweatpants. 

there's a low rumble that leaves his throat when you grind yourself on his growing bulge. “please” you whimper, pulling on his curls the way you know he loves, “i need you”. he exhales against your lips, clearly trying to keep his composure. he pecks your lips once before he does the same to your cheek, then your neck, your navel, then your mound before standing to remove his sweatpants and t-shirt in one go.

selfishly, you point the camera to him, hopeful you’ll get to rewatch the tape sometime later. he takes another look at you before grabbing your hips and turning you over in one sweep. he takes the camera from you pointing it where he grabs your hips to pull your ass up in the air, your shoulders still pressed into the mattress.

“you’re so pretty” he mutters as his hand comes down to massage the meat of your ass. he trails from the curve of your ass to your slick folds where he separates your slit, intentionally filming the way you clench around nothing. you think you hear clark curse under his breath which is a very rare occurrence but before you can fully process his tip is prodding at your entrance. 

he takes it slow, inching in slowly to let you adjust to his length. his free hand rests on your hip, slowly pulling you deeper on him as the camera stays steady in the other. he tried his best to keep his cool, take it as slow as possible, so you felt just as good as he did, but his fingers dug into your hips roughly and he bottomed out faster than he intended to. and when he did a shallow whimper left your mouth.

“m’sorry, sorry baby i'll go slow, yeah?” his voice was low and breathy like he couldn’t believe what was in front of him. “no, please don’t go slow” you purred, pulling your hips forward until his tip was the only thing left in you before you slammed your hips back until you met his pelvis.

his moan echoed throughout the room as your hips circled, chasing pleasure. 

continuing to grind yourself into him your rhythms matched, as he drove his hips forward, planting himself in you, you arched deeper into his thrusts. “fuck clark” your moans muffled by the bed, which doesn’t last long because he says something about wanting to hear you, so you throw your head back before saying his name again.

he’s fucking you senseless, your brain is fuzzy and all u can think about are the intense waves of pleasure he’s sending through your body. you question if there’s a feeling better than this. each word you babble is nonsense, each thrust builds the puddle growing in your lower belly, each second manages to make you numb because of all the pleasure circulating through your body. 

he leans down to press tender kisses to your neck, the cool camera pushes into your side temporarily, making you shiver. “you feel so good baby, doing so good for me” he whispers it in your ear and you're sure it’s because he knows how close he’s pushing you to the edge.

he gently kisses behind your ear before grabbing your chin so he can kiss you. your jaw is slack, drool pudding on the pillow beneath you. all you can manage is weak noises from the bass if your throat. he pulls away then, sat back on his knees and the camera pointed to the ripples of your ass.

“ah- fuck i need to see your face baby” he says before somehow managing to say inside you while flipping you over to your back all while the camera stays in his other hand.

your eyes have widened, shocked from the way he just manhandled you and he doesn’t have a drop of sweat to prove it, he just… glistens. 

the shock wears off quickly because suddenly all you can think about is the hand running up your torso and to your tit where he massages gently. his hips begin to thrust again settling in the rhythm he had just moments before.

the hand once at your tit is now at your mound, his palm pressing down on your lower belly while his thumb rubs tight rough circles into your clit. 

in a blink your seeing stars, your head is blank and you let yourself get blissfully lost in the pleasure. “clark, clark” you whimper because that’s all the warning you can give.

you’re coming for the second time that day. your thighs tremble when your back arches up and your head is thrown back. your body tenses up before fully relaxing in a way only possible from clark fucking you.

he continues to rub at your clit even after you’ve come, even though he knows how sensitive you get. he kisses you then, carefully tossing the camera somewhere in the bed because he truly only cared to get your orgasm on camera. 

he gasps against your lips before he’s twitching inside of you and spilling hot spurts of cum inside you. the second he sucks in just enough breath he kisses you again, pulling away from your clit in hopes to stop the shake in your leg caused by the overstimulation.

you stay there for a few breaths, chest to chest feeling every breath you have each other. he pulls from your neck to look at you, his eyes dragging from your chin to your cheek, nose, forehead, then your eyes which pulls a smile from his lips, the deep indents on his cheeks making you smile just at hard.

he kisses you once, then twice then suddenly he’s peppering kisses all over your face until and giggling. when he sees the smile settle on your face he pulls back to really look at you, unaware that the camera he threw on the bed is perfectly angled to capture the moment.

“i love you” he says it like it’s the first time all over again, like when he first woke up he dedicated his was the day to truly tell you how he felt and he spent the day nervous to find the right time to tell you.

and it warms your heart because you know just how much he means it and you feel the same way. “i love you too” you whisper, kissing his nose.

a moment passes before you turn your head toward the camera and click it off. you can’t wait to rewatch it when clark gets back home.

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[undeadd011]

so where tf my pay check at 🙄

[rottndeer]

MASK ━━╋━　 mdni .ᐟ mask kink, mirror kink, p in v, unprotected sex, drool, teasing / mocking, overstimulation, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, creampie...

jason was completely drained from patrol as usual, so what does he do ?

take it out on you of course, let you fuck the energy back into him while you ride the thick of his cock nice and hard, taking it all the way down to the hilt.

he couldn't be bothered to change let alone take off his mask, pants tugged down to his knees as he laid back on your shared bed.

you couldn't exactly complain about it either, whenever jason wore the mask it did something to you, made you a little rabid for him and him the same for you. he found himself always being a little rougher whenever he wore it, his touch too hard and his words too mean.

no, you weren't fucking jason, you were fucking red hood.

you sat on top of him with his thick cock stuffed all the way inside your pulsing cunt. you were so wet he practically slid in, all perfect and drooly for him, your slick dripping down to his balls. he let his head fall back watching all your pretty bare skin as you began to fuck yourself on him, completely naked while he was still dressed. you began bouncing as hard as you could, he watched his cock disappear and reappear with each movement and lewd squelch.

you took it so well, taking his hard length inside you inch by inch. a sharp hiss escapes his lips and you imagine his eyes closing for a moment, head tilting back against the bed headboard. his hands find your hips quickly and his fingers dug hard into your flesh with the familiar grounding friction of his calloused touch. jason grabs at you hard and forces a faster pace, making you gasp out and grab at the solid of his muscle for balance.

"easy baby—", his words are low and muffled through his mask.

but you don't want easy. you want it raw, rough and real, feeling the satiating throb deep inside you as you squeeze your sopping cunt around him. jason grunts, a hand reaching for your face roughly, making you stare down at his mask all wide eyed and frozen.

"behave."

you almost cum right there, but you swallow and nod, listening to his word like it's law, then you feel him begin to move. even with his face covered you could feel his gaze intense, tracking your every movement. he takes his time with each filling, hard thrust of his cock his hands flexing on your hips, forcing you steady.

his hand on your jaw stays there, keeping your gaze on his mask, if you look carefully, manage to focus your eyes you can see your reflection, faint and blurred and dyed red.

you see what he sees, your own reflection.

your own face staring back at you, lips parted and mouth held agape with his big hand.

his hips speed up with each upward thrust to meet yours, chasing the friction.

hes forcing you to ride him harder, faster, chasing the building pressure low in your belly. his thumb traces a hot path along your hipbone, his grip tightening possessively. the rhythm between you is relentlessly now, pushing up into you with powerful thrusts that steal your breath and make you cry out softly. you feel the tension coiling tight within him, mirroring the near unbearable tightness building inside you.

even when you feel yourself so close to release your eyes stay focused on the little smudge of your red reflection on his mask, you rode him faster, leaning back as your tits bounced with you.

you hear him groan at the sight.

he's as desperate for release as you now, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a flesh light, letting out little huffs and grunts. his other hand slides from your jaw down between you two to seek out your pretty clit, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at the twitchy nub in tight hot circles making you jump and squeeze around him at the simple action.

“that’s what you were missing—"

"pussy's so fuckin' tight around me— so wet—”

you feel your orgasm getting closer, eyes rolling back as he slots in and out of your lulling body. the sheer size of him causes an ache inside your core that arches your back, clutching and clawing at the skin of his muscled abdomen, he feels you gush around him, all soaked and perfect and moaning and crying for him, melting with every of pull of his cock only to fuck it back in.

you can faintly see your fucked out face in the reflection of his mask and that's what does it. it has you fall forward onto him, laying across his hard body limp, face flushed into the crook of his neck but he persisted through your muffled cries and glossed over eyes.

your glistening wetness dripped down his cock every time he lifted your hips, and the way your mouth hung open, releasing moan after moan, it was driving him wild. fuck he was close, he could feel his balls tighten from the feel of your fucked out cunt as he kept thrusting up into you, balls deep. he felt your pussy twitch and squeeze, poor thing all tired out practically sopping around him with your wet heat.

he managed to ram into you once more, the ridges and veins of his cock rubbing harshly against your velvety walls as your pussy sucked at him greedily. you both held quiet listening to the wet squelches in harmony with the fleshy smacking of his balls relentless against your cunt.

"dirty girl—"

"letting me fuck you like this with my mask on—"

"bet you get off on it—" ,he lets out a lazy half groaned laugh before rearing back his hips for another brutal thrust, this time, he hit you deep, pressing into the cervix, causing your vision to blur momentarily. you were a pathetic mess, eyes watering, spit dribbling from your lips and soaking through his dark shirt while as you whined loudly.

when jason cums you swear you see stars, you feel him paint your walls with thick, creamy release, his cock humping into you weakly with a few more stuttered thrusts.

"my pretty girl", he lets out a lazy huff of laughter as he strokes your face and hair roughly, petting you all sweet like, cooing and coaxing to help you calm down,

"fuckin' pathetic—"

he laughs lazily at your fucked out state, pure bliss behind your eyes and lets his hands squeeze and flex around your ass, feeling how you were still shaky and twitchy from the high, trying to get comfortable over him.

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[undeadd011]

weird ash. who even has a mask kink dawg?? 😂😂😂😂😂

[angelic1angel]

let the girls indulge in dumbification whos with me???

[poetforher]

dr. king eating you out on shift ! — mdni 18+

"is this good?" mel pulls away from your cunt for a breath, glasses fogged halfway up, and you're barely aware of the shine to her eyes, oh so excited. the vibrations of her murmured words make your clit quiver, a shiver running up along your spine until it reaches your skull, and you start nodding feverishly.

this was a on the whim kind of thing- mel was constantly groaning about how her sister was having sex, that she didn't, and how did that even make sense. when you lured her into the storage room, hands on her shoulders, saying that you don't mind, you need some help anyway.

fuck, why does she have to look like a pathetic, obedient little puppy with your juices coating her chin? if she had a tail, she'd sure be wagging it...

"yea-yeah, really good, doctor king..." you get out between two, shaky breaths as the back of your palm comes up to cover your mouth. teeth sink into your thin skin when mel's two fingers part your pussy lips, a dopey smile adorning her mouth with a rosy color riding along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

a hand runs over the stray strands sticking out from her neatly pulled hair into a ponytail, and she leans into your touch, cheek rubbing against your inner thigh before attaching her lips to the soft flesh. her ministrations of your skin continue as your fingerpads dig into her scalp, biting and scraping with her teeth, humming with her mouthful.

your glistening core waits for her tongue again- drenched but unsatisfied, the small bundle of nerves perking up as the cold air hits it. she says something about "how pretty" or "how tasty", but her words are lost in your heavy breaths as she finally leans in to taste you again.

and oh, how eager she is, hypnotized and drunk on your juices as her drowsy eyes peer ahead of her, lustfully following her tongue disappearing inside your wet cavern. your hips jerked against her mouth, moaning loudly as the sensation built slowly inside you. with each noise you make, each tremor shooting through your body, mel picks up her pace, and you can feel the grin on her face, for the split second before all you see is white flashes, so fucking proud of herself.

a/n: is this a bad time to mention that i do believe mel would have a texture thing about cum? like she gets pussy drunk and all, but texture thing..... correct me tho! hope you enjoyed <3

[angelic1angel]

Can I get some needy sub Al-Hashimi? Even if it's just a blurb or some hcs!

let me help you

⤷ warnings; f!reader, smut, oral, fingering (baran!receiving), dry humping, softdom!reader, sub!baran

⤷ word count; 600~

a/n; well... yes! though im not confident in my writing this time so ill make it up w a better baran fic at some point

you’d think baran likes to be assertive at home considering that's what she does at the hospital all day, but really, she wants to be able to let go. she comes home, to you, tired, the weight of the entire hospital on her shoulders. 

she wants you to take control, she wants to sit back and let you use her to please yourself, she’s yours. she likes when you’re on top, when you ride her fingers or her tongue, when you praise her. 

when she gets home, she’s needy, she’s waiting for you to frown as you sit on top of her, listening to her day while she flashes you those doe eyes she knows you can't resist. 

“awe you must be so stressed m’sorry baby” you coo, rubbing her shoulders as you start to slowly rock your hips onto her thigh. she nods, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, tracing your nose with her eyes. “let me help you, yeah?” you say, tucking the tips of your fingers into her scrubs, cupping her pussy through her thin underwear. 

she gasps gently, nodding again, and pushing herself as close to your hand as she could manage. you press your middle finger into her slit through her underwear, putting pressure on her clit, pulling a soft sigh from her lips. you peck at her neck, spreading more time on that soft spot behind her ear you know is sensitive.

you wait until a soft whine pulls from her lips to fully kiss her before kneeling between her spread thighs. you tap at her hip, signaling her to lift them as you pull both her scrubs and her panties off in one go.

once she’s bare for you, you kiss up her thigh slowly, smiling up at her as you get closer, watching her squirm for your touch. she doesn’t want to beg because she knows you know exactly what she needs, and she knows you’ll give it to her, but only if she's patient. 

you place a hand on her navel to keep her steady before licking a stripe up her folds, slowly, so you can stop at her clit to suck, rolling your tongue around her bud. she throws her head back, quick to look back down at you and run her fingers through your hair.

you hum against her, partially because you know she likes it and because seeing her in this state drives you crazy and you're bound to let out a noise even if it's muffled by her pussy. your free hand snakes from her hip to her folds, circling her entrance before both your middle and ring finger slide in. 

her moans echo throughout the living room as you start to pump your fingers, carefully to hit that spongey spot she liked best. you continue to lick at her clit, finding the perfect balance between teasing and pleasure. her moans gradually become more desperate as she gets closer.

her words are slurred together, you make out mixes of your name and gentle praises making you smile against her. your tongue draws small circles into her clit, your fingers hooking deeper as she mumbles about how close she is. her back is arched off of the back of the couch, and her mouth is agape as she comes.

her hand tangled in your hair pulls tighter and soon pushes you away when you ride out her high. when you are pushed away, you’re smiling up at her, chin wet with her slick as you lick her juices from your fingers with a satisfied hum. 

“you feeling less stressed now or should we continue in the bedroom?” you ask, tilting your head. she laughs, her hand near her mouth failing to hide her smile.

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[undeadd011]

pride month’s early this year let’s all get gay rn

[undeadd011]

i hate that i always get writers block at the end of my fics. i have two that are like a paragraph away from being done and it feels like medieval torture to open my computer and do it 👎🏻 hopefully new fic by tomorrow!

[vmacsi]

can we start making more mel smut on here?? like i should be able to refresh and get 20+ more fanfics 😒

[maplemackintosh]

can you do a mel fic where reader is the only one who listens to her yap and is all sexy about it and gets mel flustered, with smut preferably but it’s ok if not !!

The Complete Knock

Mel King/Fem!reader

Summary: Mel KIng is used to people leaving, especially while she's talking, so what happens when you don't? And what happens when you invite her over to get to 'know' her better?

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: Angst (Mel), brief backstory of parents dying, mentions of stapling someone's head, mention of RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria), Service top!Mel, Switch!reader, stuttering (Mel), probably some mischaracterization (idk for some reason, I sometimes can't nail down how Mel talks), mentions of tics, check-ins, swearing, no use of y/n, orgasms, fingering (both Mel and reader receiving), oral (again, both Mel and reader receiving), mention of overstimulation (Mel), praise, begging

a/n: here you go!!! I hope you like it :))))!! God I love service top!mel she's such a freak I KNOW IT. I also might've written a Baran/Trinity fanfic based on the Call Me By Your Name movie...would you guys want that? It's a bit different from my other writings because as you guys have seen I usually just write /Reader things but idk...if you guys want to see it let me know! Again, I hope you liked this anon!!!

🎵 - The Complete Knock

Melissa ‘Mel’ King had gotten used to people leaving.

Her father had died while she was going through the transition of middle to high school, which hurt her badly, and then her mother was diagnosed with an aggressive, malignant pheocromocytoma that had killed her over a quick few months.

So Mel had been left with her twin sister, Becca, and while it was hard at first, and became harder still all throughout Med School, she did see the metaphorical ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ when she found a great care facility for her sister and started her residency at a nearby Veteran hospital. And then became better still when she got to play out her second residency at the PTMC.

But then the leaving started happening all over again.

Her first day, people kept leaving mid-sentence, mid-thought—hell, midpoint. Someone’s pager would go off, or a nurse would wave the person she’s talking to down, or they’d just… seemingly peel away. Like whatever Mel was saying existed in a lower priority lane than everything else in The Pitt. Which, okay, fair, it was the ER. Pandemonium was kind of the brand. Still, it really stuck with her.

She never got her first day out of her head. When she had asked if anyone notified the family or was going to notify the family, of the patient who’s head she was stapling back together, and no one had answered her. She had glanced up and everyone had filed out of the room.

“I can try.” She said, mumbling it under her breath. But in that same instance, of when she was talking to herself, you had entered the picture.

“Did you say something?” You had asked, an eyebrow raised. You were an R2, much like Mel herself, but while she had come from the VA, you had come from Peds. You were in the small group along with Doctor Santos, Whitaker, and Javadi and it seemed like all of you had taken up to being friends already.

Mel had wanted to try and talk to you, as you seemed the closest to her age, but the fear of rejection and, well, the fear of you just leaving trumped her excitement to talk to the really pretty nurse. That, and she didn’t really know how to talk to girls.

“Oh,” she exhaled, looking at you. Her eyes moved from your face all the way down before snapping back up. It wasn’t an accusing look, more of a ‘you look very nice’. “Um, I-I just asked if anyone had notified his family?”

You shrugged. “Don’t know. But I can look into it for you.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.” She nodded, her eyes never straying from yours.

You gave her a nice smile. “Of course.”

She nodded again, not sure what to say to keep the conversation going. She’d never carried on a conversation this long with anyone here yet. Her RSD gets in the way a lot, still flaring up somewhere at the back of her mind.

“Anything else you need?” You asked and she shook her head.

“N-no. Thank you.”

“Okay.” you graced her again with that nice smile of yours before disappearing.

It happened several more times that day. You tried to make sure she was heard, telling everyone that yeah, Mel was speaking and had a great point. Every time you did it, her hand went to the back of her neck to scratch, a small tick she’s had since childhood.

Not to mention the fact that everyone’s eyes would turn to her, and she hated that too. She’s never been real great with keeping eye-contact with anyone. She’s gotten better at it of course, as being a Doctor you have to make eye contact with everyone. Patients, other doctors, nurses, staff overall, etc. But sometimes, it was still a hassle. She doesn’t like eye to keep contact with anyone but she likes when people keep eye contact with her.

Which is what you do.

Every time you talk to her, your eyes seem as though they’re trained on hers. Completely. And you answer all her words with a question. She doesn’t like to assume things, but she is smart, and she knows she’s smart, and she knows when you’re trying to flirt with her and when you’re not.

Using “yeah?”’s and “keep going, I like listening to you talk”’s made her flustered and you knew it. Mel King had faced down trauma bays, combative patients, and twelve-hour shifts that felt like they bent time itself, but somehow, walking ten feet across the nurses’ station felt worse than anything ever.

She would apologize sometimes, too. Asking you, ‘Sorry, am I talking too much?’ Her words would be light in theory, but her worry would settle heavy in her chest.

But you would just respond with ‘I like hearing your voice. Keep going’

And speaking of you, you were currently leaning against the counter, flipping through a chart, brow slightly furrowed in that way Mel had memorized without meaning to. You always looked so focused. So put together. So completely out of Mel’s league, if her brain had anything to say about it, which it always did.

Don’t go over there. You’ll say something weird. She’ll think you’re annoying. She’s just being nice to you because she’s nice to everyone.

Mel swallowed hard, gripping the edge of a supply cart like it might anchor her in reality. RSD was a hell of a thing, every possible rejection already playing out in vivid detail before she even opened her mouth.

But you weren’t just anyone. You were… you.

You’d laughed at her jokes. You’d saved her a coffee once when she forgot hers. You’d even sat down with her during a rough shift, both of you bonding over contemplating if you should come back tomorrow. If there was anyone safe to try with… it was probably you.

Probably. Mel exhaled sharply through her nose, pushed herself off the cart, and walked over before she could talk herself out of it.

“Hey,” she said, a little too quickly.

You looked up, your expression softening immediately. “Hey, Mel!”

That helped stimulate some confidence in her it just a little.

“Uh—busy?” she asked, instantly regretting how stupid that sounded. Of course you were busy. You were at work.

You smiled faintly, shaking your head. “Not too bad right now. What’s up?”

This is it. Say something normal. Be a person.

“I, um—” Mel rubbed the back of her neck, gaze flicking anywhere but your face. “I was just… wondering if you, uh—if you wanted to—no, wait, that sounds—” She cut herself off, grimacing. “Sorry. I had something to tell you.”

You didn’t laugh. You didn’t look annoyed. If anything, your expression softened even more. “You’re okay. Take your time.” because you know what it’s like. You have a hard time reigning in your brain before it just spouts things off.

And Mel knows that, you’ve told her that many a times, apologized many a times, which is why that should’ve been reassuring. But you also like getting under her skin. You like it a lot, in fact, because it’s so easy to do so.

“Come on, tell me. What is it?” You prompt her, your finger coming out to brush against her arm.

“I just,” she tried again, quieter this time, “I like talking to you. And so I thought maybe I should, um… keep doing that and ask if you would like toooo maybe get a drink? O-or something. You don’t have to obviously, but I thought it would…be nice…?” Mel braced herself.

For confusion. For awkwardness. For some sort of excuse from you, ‘Oh, um actually I have to…babysit tonight’ ‘Sorry, Dana’s calling me’ ‘Oh, uh actually I have plans with Jesse’

Instead, your lips curved into something warm and a little shy. “Yeah? You like talking to me? I like talking to you too,” you said.

Mel stared. Her brain, so prepared for rejection, stalled out completely. “Oh,” she said, eloquently.

You glanced around briefly, then leaned a little closer, lowering your voice. “Actually… I was hoping I’d run into you today.”

That got Mel’s attention fast. “You were? Why?”

“Yeah.” You hesitated, trying to choose your words carefully. “I checked the schedule earlier. We both have tomorrow off.”

Mel nodded slowly. “We do…?”

“And I was thinking…” You smiled, just a little nervous now, mirroring her in a way that made something in Mel’s chest flip. Maybe it was her heart, who knows. Medical diagnoses and discoveries were being made every day. As far as Mel knows, even as a doctor, maybe your heart could do flips if you were happy enough. And Mel was completely in bliss. “Maybe you’d want to come over tonight? We could have a drink. Hang out. No hospital, no interruptions in our conversations.”

Mel stared at you. This… this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She was supposed to stumble through a conversation and maybe not ruin everything. Not…get invited over. Not have you initiate something that sounded suspiciously like….

“A hangout?” she asked, cautious.

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah. A hangout.” Then, softer, “A getting-to-know-you-more kind of thing, I guess. Do you want that?”

Mel’s heart kicked hard against her ribs.

Her brain tried one last time. She doesn’t mean it like that. Don’t read into it. Don’t get your hopes up— however then you added, a little more quietly, “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while. I just wasn’t sure if you’d… want that. We weren’t really that close when I thought it up, so.”

That sounded exactly like how Mel felt.

“Yeah,” she said, a little breathless. “I—yeah. I’d like that.”

Your smile widened, relief flickering across your face in a way that made Mel realize, wonderfully, that this wasn’t one-sided. Not entirely. Maybe not even mostly.

“I was hoping you would.” you said. “I’ll text you my address?”

Mel nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” she fumbled for her phone in her scrub pocket as you held out a waiting hand. After this, she would definitely have to take a break outside. She knew her cheeks were red and probably her lips from biting them so much during the conversation.

Mel felt it then, the familiar RSD voice, in her mind creeping back in but it was quieter now. Don’t mess this up. it still told her, warned her. But for once, though, it didn’t feel like a warning. It felt like something she could actually handle.

“Okay, I added my number to your phone. I’ll text you later, yeah? I have to go make a coffee run for Dana and Jesse.” You smile, sliding her phone back towards her before taking the note of everyone’s coffee order and leaving Mel by herself at the Nurse’s Station.

As soon as you disappeared from sight, Mel smiled to herself, looking down at her phone. You had just put your name in the contact, nothing special. So she decided to delete it and put something more fitting.

————

Mel had opened her closet three times. Open. Stare. Close. Open again. She thought maybe somehow the clothes might rearrange themselves into a solution if she reset the scene but every time she had closed and reopened her closet doors, they were in the exact same order they had been before.

She had finally, finally settled on a simple loose-fitting shirt and some jeans. Which is funny because as a kid, she hated jeans. Her parents could never get her in them. But now it’s practically all she wore when not in work clothes.

But then, it wasn’t so final because she had completely forgotten about the sleepover part. She had focused so hard on her outfit she was going to wear there, it had completely slipped her mind that she needed pajamas as well.

Looking at her alarm clock, it was already too late to change. “Shoot.” She murmured to herself, highly debating if she should just try and change real quick, but she quickly realized that she does not have enough time.

She grabbed her car keys from the small table in her entryway and made her way to the parking garage of her apartment complex. The ride there was anxiety inducing, her fingers drummed against her steering wheel the whole way there.

Mel now finally stands outside your apartment door and a full thirty seconds pass before she’s knocking. Not because she doesn’t want to be there—God, she does. But because her brain won’t stop cycling through every possible outcome of this night like it’s trying to protect her from something that hasn’t even happened yet.

You could’ve changed your mind. You could just be being polite. You could open the door and immediately regret inviting her. Her hand hovers in front of the wood, drops, then finally, knocks. It’s just a quick sound, doesn’t even know if you’ll be able to hear it.

When the door swings open and it’s you, warm smile on your face, Mel forgets every rehearsed line she had.

“Hey,” you say, soft but bright, like you’ve been looking forward to this.

“H-hi. Yeah. Hey.” Smooth. Incredible. Truly killing it. She shifts her weight, holding up the overnight bag like proof she belongs here. “I, uh… made it.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” you tease gently, stepping aside. “Come in.”

Your apartment smells like something sweet, vanilla, maybe, and there’s music playing low in the background. It feels… lived in. Safe. The kind of place Mel instantly wants to stay in.

She steps in carefully, like she’s walking on eggshells. “Nice place,” she says, eyes flicking around but not lingering too long on anything. She doesn’t want to seem like she’s studying you, even though she absolutely is.

“Thanks,” you reply, closing the door behind her. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come.”

“Oh. Yeah—no, I mean—of course I came,” she says quickly, a little too quickly. “You invited me. Why wouldn’t I?” Because people usually don’t mean it, her brain supplies.

You shrug, but there’s something a little shy in your expression. “I don’t know. You seemed kind of… unsure when I asked.”

Mel huffs out a quiet laugh, one again scratching at the back of her neck. “I’m- um I didn’t mean to.”

But you simply just smile. “Well, I’m really glad you came.”

Mel looks away for a second, pretending to adjust the strap of her bag. “Yeah. Me too.”

You gesture toward the couch. “You can put your stuff wherever. I got snacks, movies, terrible reality TV, whatever you’re in the mood for.”

“Terrible reality TV sounds…perfect,” Mel admits, setting her bag down on the floor near the couch.

You grin. “Good.”

There’s a rhythm that starts to build—awkward at first, overlapping words, little silences—but it’s not bad. Just new. Mel finds herself relaxing in tiny increments, like her guard is lowering one cautious inch at a time. But she suddenly remembered she had no fucking pajamas.

“Oh!” she suddenly says, freezing halfway through unzipping her bag.

You glance over. “What?”

Mel stares into the bag like it’s betrayed her. “I—uh.” Her stomach drops. “I forgot my pajamas.” The words come out flat. To you, she seems almost horrified.

You blink, just looking at her and you know she doesn’t know the difference between being sarcastic and joking and being serious, so you have to hide your smile by biting your bottom lip. “…That’s it?”

“I spent so much time picking out my outfit, now I have nothing to sleep in.”

You lean casually against the arm of the couch, clearly trying not to smile too big. “You could borrow something of mine.”

Mel’s brain short-circuits. “Oh. No. I mean—you don’t have to—”

“I’m offering, Mel.”

“Yeah, but out of politeness,” she counters, already backing herself into a corner. “You don’t actually—”

“I want to,” you interrupt, softer now. You tilt your head just slightly. “Unless you don’t want to.”

Mel exhales, shoulders dropping a fraction. “No, I— I do. I just… didn’t want to assume.” there’s that fear again

You step a little closer, not enough to crowd her, just enough that she can at least try and somehow feel your sincerity. “You’re allowed to take me at my word, you know.”

Mel looks at you then. You don’t seem annoyed. Or obligated. Or like you’re waiting for her to mess this up. You just seem… genuine. “Okay,” she says, voice softer now. “Okay, yeah. I’d like that.”

“That’s what I thought,” you say, smiling again.

So you had dragged her by the wrist down the short hallway that led to your bedroom. You gave her an over-sized t-shirt and some shorts and showed her where your on-suite bathroom was so she could change.

While she was doing her thing, you were completely spiraling. You didn’t know what to do. Mel was now in your apartment, wearing your clothes, and now she would be sleeping in your bed along with you.

Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute with not one single, cohesive thought. When the bathroom lock finally clicks and the door opens, your breath is stolen away from you as your eyes roam over her body.

Granted, it’s hidden beneath a t-shirt but she looks so good in out-of-work clothing that you have to bite your bottom lip to make sure the moan that’s low in your throat doesn’t vocalize itself.

“Good?” She asks, looking down at the shirt.

“Yeah, looks good. You look good.” You have to choose your words carefully because one wrong sentence and she might go running. You pat the side next to you, smiling. “C’mon.”

The TV is playing some sort of dumb, reality dating show as you and share take small handfuls of the snacks that are on a tray between the small space of you and Mel. And then at some point, the tray had been done snacking from and you placed it on the floor, shuffling down the mattress and slightly turning over, leaning into Mel.

You asked her if it was okay, and she said it was fine with it. She gave you an inch, but you took a mile and looked at the back of her neck, which she had been scratching this entire time.

“What’s this?” You asked, your hands going to her shoulder to gently urge her forward.

“What’s what?” She stutters, trying to look back at you.

You lifted a finger, tracing the prominent, angry red marks on her skin and tut. “Scratching yourself.”

“Oh, yeah I um…I just do that…it’s a tic of mine.” She expresses to you and you frown.

“Looks painful, Mel.” you move her braid onto her left shoulder.

“It’s just a little warm. I-it doesn’t hurt, I promise.”

“You sure? I can help it feel better.” You’re basically shooting your shot here and hoping it lands in her hoop. You rest your chin on her shoulder, gauging her reaction to see if you’ve crossed a line but all she answers with is,

“Do you want to kiss me?”

You taken aback a little, your chin coming off her shoulder and she’s looking as you now. “What?” you ask.

“You want to kiss me, right? I can’t understand when you and Trinity are joking but I can understand when someone wants to kiss me.”

“I mean, I want to do a little more than that but yeah. Will you let me?”

“You could’ve just asked.” She said, looking at you with a smile of her own.

“I could’ve just asked.” You shrug, looking at her too before leaning in and kissing the back of her neck. She shivers in response as her hand goes to your thigh, her short nails digging into your skin there as she whimpers.

Your lips trail to the side of her neck from the back and then to her jaw before you’re turning her face and planting your lips on hers. Mel hates the feeling of having her lips cracked and rough so she always has some sort of lip balm on her. And it pays off because her lips are so soft against yours.

The position of kissing her like this is starting to get uncomfortable so you try to move while also keeping your lips on hers. She doesn’t seem to mind at all since she’s somewhat pulling you into the new position which happens to be on top of her, in her lap.

“Mel,” you whined, as her tongue slipped into your mouth.

“I want you to kiss me whenever you want to,” she tells you, barely above a whisper.

“That’s impossible. ‘Cause I can’t kiss you whenever I want,” You mumble dejectedly, tilting your head away from Mel’s curious hands. “But I know what you mean. You can kiss me too, but you’re waiting for me to do it. You don’t have to wait.”

“I don’t have to wait?” Mel murmurs to herself, looking forward at the wall in front of them. “I don’t have to wait.” She says, her smile cracking onto her face.

You don’t get a glimpse of Mel as she crashes her lips against his. You manage to catch yourself before you’re sent flying backwards into the mattress by the unforeseen force of Melissa King.

You make a sound at the back of your throat, sounding an awful lot like relief, and kiss her back with the same urgency. This time, Mel doesn’t have to coax you into deepening the kiss, because you do it first. You open your mouth and Mel does the same shortly after.

You get back into her lap, a move that the other seemingly enjoys by the noise she makes. Your hands start at her waist, but slowly, giving enough time to be stopped, your hands sneak up her back, holding the back of her neck as your mouths move together.

“You like my hair a lot.” Mel says breathlessly when she feels the first tug. “Stop talking,” You exasperate, grabbing Mel’s face and smashing your lips back together. Fortunately, Mel doesn’t have anything left to say, only things to do.

You shift on Mel’s lap, receiving a quiet and ragged groan that encourages you to do it again, and again, and again, and you never want to stop. You can feel it, the aching pressure slowly building in the deepest part of your stomach. The warmth is spreading through your body already, the pleasure hiking up.

As you move against Mel, she breaks away from your mouth and lowers her kisses down your jaw, down your neck, and towards your collarbone.

“Do you-” Mel’s breath hitches as your teeth sink into your bottom lip. She holds you tighter, hands reaching for the waistband of your shorts. “Can I keep going?”

You look down at her to place a messy kiss on the corner of Mel’s mouth. “Keep going, Mel. Please? Please, keep going.”

Tentatively, as if Mel is waiting for you to retract your words, her hand slips under your pajama shorts. The moment her finger slips between your folds, you’re holding back a coarse sound. She’s moving her finger in circles around on your clit and your hips move right up against her hand.

“W-wanna take care of you too.” You mewl but she shakes her head.

“Let’s just- let’s take care of you first, okay? That’s what I want, to take care of you.”

“Shit, Mel. Okay. Okay.” Her fingers leave your shorts and you’re questioning why before she’s gently sending you back down to lie on the mattress again. She sticks her fingers in her mouth, making eye contact with you the whole time, before she’s sliding off your pj’s and before you can say anything, her mouth is between your legs.

You prop yourself up onto your elbows to watch her as she props your legs onto her shoulders. “What has gotten into you?”

“What? Nothing.” She shakes her head, before running her flat tongue slowly up your center, stopping just below your clit.

“I didn’t mean that lit- god.” You say, trying to suck in a breath as she makes sure to pay attention to your clit. “Mel.” her arms bracket your hips, helping you move against her mouth. “Shit!”

Mel watches you watching her. Your chest is heaving, your skin feels hot. She likes seeing you like this- needy and desperate. She leans down and slowly takes your clit between her lips, sucking gently while looking up at you through her glasses.

“Fffuuucckkk.” You whine, your voice broken and hoarse.

Mel hums around your clit, loving the sounds you’re making. She releases it and replaces her mouth with her fingers, rubbing circles around it while she kisses your inner thighs. “I know you didn’t mean it literally.” she murmurs against your skin.

She smiles against your thigh, her fingers never stopping their circles. She kisses her way back up to your clit, replacing her fingers with her mouth again. She sucks harder this time, flattening her tongue to lick you from bottom to top in slow, deliberate strokes. “Is that okay?”

“Yes!” Your back arches off the mattress, your fingers moving from gripping the sheets to gripping her hair. Mel grunts softly at the sensation of your nails against her scalp. She hooks her arms beneath your thighs, pulling your closer to her mouth while spreading you open wider. She starts sucking and licking faster, one of her hands leaving through leg to insert themselves slowly into you.

You can’t speak.

Well, you can, but you don’t trust yourself to say any coherent enough sentences.

You look down again, seeing her glasses all fogged up, constantly slipping down her nose whenever she sticks her tongue out and bobs up and down. She moves her mouth away before cupping her hand, so that the heel of her palm rests against your clit. Your trembling fingers move up to take off her glasses, and she can see you better now.

You can see her better now, too. You’re right at the edge, your hips moving to keep the steady pressure her hand is bringing. She’s peppering kisses all over your face, and one of your hands comes up to place a strand of hair behind her ear that had came loose from her braid. She leans down, pressing her lips against yours and somehow, that’s the reason you cum for her. You can taste yourself on her tongue.

You practically try to hang onto her for dear life as you finish, squeezing around her fingers. You whine her own name into her mouth as her fingers don’t stop. They prolong your orgasm, her thumb rubbing at your clit still to continue to help you get off.

She only stops when you’re whining at her to. “I-I’m sorry. Did I do too much?”

You’re shaking your head. Completely out of it. “No. No.” you look up at her face and she looks like a whiny puppy. There’s a pout on her face, brows pinched together as she blinks to better focus her eyes. “Let’s take your braid out. It’s all messy. I wanna see what you look like with your hair down.” You say, and she’s instantly slipping the elastic off. Her hair comes down, fanning out against her shoulders, and god, she’s so eager to please you, serve you.

“What do you want now?” She asks, her eyes moving over your face to see. “What do you need?”

You begin to pull down her shorts, but her hands are quick on yours. She keeps them there. “No. U-use your words. I can’t help you out if you don’t tell me what you need. Please?”

“I want to eat you out, Mel. Really bad.”

She’s praising you beyond measure when you answer her, and it makes your brain melt. She nods at your question and settles back on the bed, near the headboard. You roll onto your stomach and when you turn to face her, her shirt is off as is her sports bra and the only thing she’s left on are the shorts.

“Well fuck.” You say, momentarily stunned.

“I-I can put the shirt back on.”

“No!” You shout, making Mel jump a little. “Sorry. No. No don’t-don’t do that, Jesus. You just look…really good.”

“Oh, thank you.” She squirms at the compliment. Her legs are open, but you can’t see anything.

“Can I take these off?” you hesitantly ask, your fingers breaching the hem of the shorts against her stomach.

“Yeah. Please?” She whines, and she’s lifting her hips to help you. You peel them down her body, throwing them to the floor along with her underwear. She’s presented in front of you now and truthfully you don’t know what to do. Your hands are on her knees, and you begin to leave hickeys on her hip bones.

She jerks as you bite the skin there before your placing your mouth on her. She moans softly as your tongue touches her clit. She spreads her legs wider, giving you better access. Her fingers go to your hair, and she starts to grind against your face gently, using you for pleasure. “J-just like that.” she praises softly.

You whine against her, your hands going to her thighs. Mel gasps as your hands grab onto her legs, pulling her even closer. She starts to basically ride your face, her hips moving in a circular motion. She reaches down and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your face deeper into her cunt.

Your tongue moves against her clit before going down to her hole. She shivers at the feeling, the sensation making her melt. She pushes back against your tongue, fucking herself slowly on your face. Your nose bumps against her clit and the sensation makes Mel’s head fall back in pleasure.

She starts to grind against you now, chasing her own orgasm. “Right there, p-please don’t stop.” She pants. You press your fingers into her, hearing her let out a whine. Mel’s whine turns into a louder moan as your fingers slide inside her easily. She’s so sweet, so wet that your fingers slip in without any resistance. She pushes back against your hand, fucking herself on both your fingers and tongue.

“Please, please cum for me, Mel. Please? Wanna taste you so bad,” you mewl against her. Hearing your desperate please and feeling your tongue and fingers working together drives Mel over the edge. She cries out loudly as she cums, her cunt clamping down on your fingers and gushing on your face. You get exactly what you asked for- the taste of her flooding your mouth.

She’s letting out short breaths as you lap at her, your tongue moving over her lips, her hole, her clit, everything. You look up as her body shivers with aftershocks. She pushes down your head, keeping you trapped between her legs until she’s completely satisfied.

But you don’t care. You could say between her legs forever if she let you. You wouldn’t even have to come up for air. You still don’t pull away, you keep yourself there even though her hand has left your scalp. Your tongue continues to move against her, feeling her hips try to pull away. She’s whimpering above you, mewling too. You finally stop when she’s practically forcing your head away and you look up at her.

“Sorry.” You kiss the inside of her thighs.

Mel shakes her head, her body covered in sweat. “I just wanted t-to see your pretty face.”

a/n: mel and I are gonna do it until the walls are white

[melpawz]

hello beautiful sexy what a nice strong arm u have there would u like me to bite it and bite it and bite it and bite it and bite and

[undeadd011]

omg what pervert would actually want her to wrap her arm around their neck from behind bro i know one of y'all are thinking that but not me though bc i'm not even into that fr so stay safe out there..

[melomani3]

i just NEED a ovulating reader where she just NEEDS mel so the minute mel comes home she just pounces on her kissing her and ect while mel is caught by surprise and just a nervous blushing mess

✉️ I don't need to be ovulating to NEED mel lmaooooo :D BUT I just got done ovulating, so I understand the level of wishing she was real </3 mel who doesn't know how to react to being needed so badly by her girlfriend, but once she finds out she gets so shy but she's obsesseddddd w the idea because... hello... mel loves to be needed! hope this was what you were thinking of nonie <3 & thanks for hanging around, love having u here :,)

demure! ovulating!reader, female masturbation (fingering, toy usage/vibrator/dildo), sexually frustrated!reader, clit play, humping, fingering (f!receiving), kissing, implications of exhibitionism, implications of nudes being sent wc 1.7k 18+ MEN & MDNI

You were convinced you were on the verge of combustion.

For more reasons than one. For starters, you were craving something sweet after snacking through half the chips in the pantry. Preferably anything brownie-related, but you would settle for ice cream. Chocolate. Anything sugary that would make your stomach hurt after you consume it. Only, there was nothing in the apartment that lined up with what your body wanted. Mel had the car, and you didn’t feel like walking to the nearest corner store or taking the bus. So you were going to have to wait to satisfy what your body was making your brain cry for until Mel returned home from her shift. 

You were getting antsy, too. After sitting around and doing nothing all day on a Friday. You didn’t have any classes, so while you’d gotten to sleep in, you had no reason to leave the apartment. To be fair, you weren’t necessarily dying to actually go anywhere, but you needed to give your mind something to ponder over other than the assignments you had finished. Sitting around was making you go just a bit stir-crazy, but at the same time, you didn’t want to get ready and leave. It didn’t help that mundane chores around your home were shut down instantly by your brain. Because while vacuuming or dishes or wiping down the counters would normally calm your mind and give you something to focus on (like a crazy person, sure), it wasn’t going to be enough. Quite a dilemma: wanting to get out of the apartment, yet not wanting to go anywhere. Needing something to do, but being too distracted to get started on something.

Because the leading cause for said steadily approaching mental explosion was that you were horny.

Horny, and all you wanted was your girlfriend.

It was frustrating how you depended on her for pleasure now. Depended, being the only right word, because your fingers weren’t enough anymore. Not when you’d been up for a few hours, and then, by early afternoon, that heat had begun to fester in your stomach. The solution should’ve been simple: get yourself off. Which you hadn’t done in God knows how long. You couldn’t even remember the last time. Usually, Mel was there. There and willing to do everything in her power to make you cum until you saw stars and have jelly for knees and mush for a brain. 

But she was at work. So you’d tried your fingers. 

You had been wet enough–the sounds as you’d slid your fingers through your folds borderline obscene as you’d gotten your engorged clit soaked with your slick. But then, you couldn’t find that same speed on the bud that was second-nature to your girlfriend by now. Even knuckle deep in your sopping, clenching cunt, you couldn’t curl to press against those sensitive spots that Mel found so easily. 

Toys were no help. A vibrator on your clit had only made you more frustrated as you’d bucked your hips up against it. The highest setting was too much, nothing but a strange discomfort on your clit, and the lowest got you near the edge, but never over. Anything in the middle was almost just like white noise to your ears as you had laid back against the pillows of your bed. You could smell Mel, could picture her above you if you closed your eyes, but you couldn’t feel her, and it was driving you insane. You’d even tried using a dildo on yourself. Which you’d given up on quickly. Easing one of the large silicone cocks into your pussy by yourself was a task that you didn’t have the patience for. Not when you know Mel would have her strap sinking into you with one deep thrust that would have no resistance from your body.

Hungry. Bored. Sticky panties. 

Miserable.

Missing Mel. 

So you feel like a dog greeting their owner when you hear the jiggle of keys outside the entryway door at just a bit past 7 P.M. 

The sound of the lock clicking makes you scramble up from the couch as you bound across the hardwood flooring, an old t-shirt of Mel’s that was thin around the collar and sleeves from being rubbed between fingers, fluttering around your bare thighs and hiding your ruined underwear as the door creaks open. 

You figure all Mel sees is a flash of your hair before you’re grabbing her face in your hands and pulling her down to kiss you.

A small noise of surprise leaves the back of her throat as your tongue instantly parts the seam of her lips to slip into her mouth, pressing against hers as one of her hands fumbles on the doorway to steady herself as the other, still holding her keys, goes to your waist out of habit. Mel doesn’t kiss you back for a moment. You can feel the way her body is tense against yours as you push your front against hers, licking into her mouth with an intensity you didn’t even know you could muster. Processing. Definitely processing as your hands move from her cheeks to grip at the back of her plum-colored windbreaker, arms winding tight around her shoulders.

Finally, though, you feel her melt against you, and her tongue finally slides against yours–between your lips now as she straightens up. Her hand on the doorframe fumbles to find your face, cupping your cheek softly as she reverses you back into the apartment. The door shuts with a small thump, the sound apparently being enough to signal to Mel that it’s time to take a breath as she parts from you, panting softly.

The look on her face would’ve made you giggle if you weren’t so desperate. 

Wide, warm eyes behind her glasses, the lenses slightly fogged from how close you’d been–nose nudging against hers. Little rosebuds of color blossoming on her cheeks and the tips of her ears, which you can see since her hair is piled on the top of her head in a messy knot. Lips verging on more of a red than pink from the forceful kisses and slick with your spit. It makes you think of her mouth glistening with something else, and you’re tugging her back down into another kiss as your hands wrestle the keys from her hand, dropping them to the floor before you’re working her bag off her shoulder and digging your hands into the arms of her jacket to get it off.

Mel can barely keep up, her mind already slow from only being half an hour off the clock, and the way you were sucking at her bottom lip and panting into her mouth wasn’t helping. Her thoughts felt foggy, all words fading on her tongue thanks to the flipping of her stomach that seemed to short-circuit everything else. You hum softly against her mouth, hands gripping her biceps as you finally free her mouth to press your face into her neck, lips instantly attacking that spot just above her shoulder that made her weak.

“H-Hey– What’s–”

You cut her off instantly, sucking on her neck for one more heartbeat before you’re pulling back to look at her with glossy eyes and frizzy hair. Mel’s eyes flutter at the sight, her hand moving from your cheek to wipe at a string of spit lingering at the corner of your lips. “Did you get the pictures I sent you?”

“I have actually learned, um, that it’s best not to open pictures from you while I’m at work–” Mel’s voice gets higher at the end as you grab her hand lingering on your side, guiding it between your thighs and– “Oh.”

A small huff leaves you, the pout that forms on your lips as you grind against her hand softly, making Mel whine a little. Subconsciously. Feeling something she wasn’t even aware she wanted that moment until it was right beneath her touch. Warm. Soaked. 

“Do you,” she pauses, brows pinching together as you tuck your face back against her throat, tiny sounds resounding from your mouth as you hump her fingers, hips slowly nudging closer to her thigh. The warmth of your breath, the way you sound–it makes Mel forget that her back is still pressed against the front door and she hasn’t even gotten to take her shoes off yet. She swallows thickly, finally straightening her fingers and curling them up to rub your clit in time with the movement of your hips. The poor nub is hard enough for her to feel it through your underwear. Or maybe because your panties are wet enough to cling to your folds to the point where nothing’s left to her imagination. “You want me to help with that?”

“Yes,” you groan, that tiny bit of irritation in your tone making her shudder. “Want you to help… ‘Ve tried everything else, nothing’s s’good as you.”

Mel’s breath hitches in her throat as her lips part because that turns her on more than it should. The implication of you only being satisfied with getting pleasure from her. It makes it hard for her to focus on her hand between your thighs. It makes you whine from the fact that she’s not giving you what you want like she usually does so easily.

“Right– Right,” Mel stutters, blinking her daze away as she pulls your panties to the side, almost moaning at the feeling of strings of your wetness sticking to the fabric. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean– Didn’t mean to, um– You’re wet.”

You groan as the stupidly obvious statement leaves Mel’s mouth, her fingers running through your swollen folds to nudge at your clit and lubricate the digits. But any complaints die on your tongue as her middle finger sinks into your needy cunt. You’re practically collapsing on her from relief, mouthing at her neck sloppily as she curls right against the spot that you’d spent so long looking for. Unfair, how long she kept you waiting.

“Would know why if you saw my pictures,” you moan, still grinding against her, body rocking against hers as her thumb fumbles to apply the lightest amount of pressure on your clit. You bite at your lower lip, eyes fluttering as you tighten your grip on her arms, basically doing all of the work to get yourself off as you grind against her. 

Mel doesn’t say anything; her breathing still shaky as her other hand comes to gently rest on the back of your head.

“Let’s just– Take care of you first and then I’ll look, okay?”

[angelic1angel]

stress relief

⤷ warnings; f!reader, smut, spanking (r!receiving), pinv, doggy, smut w no plot, praise, teasing, rough sex, finger sucking

⤷ word count; 1.3k

a/n; ouu lawd i got carried away.. i missed writing longer smut

he had a long night at work, always does. there were too many patients who were snappy, probably from the lack of sleep. he was a nurse short and you were the only thing on his mind the whole time, every supervised trauma, every word or advice, every new patient you were all he could think of. 

when he did get home, the loud slamming of the door woke you up. you were sprawled out in the couch, you fell asleep watching a movie but that’s irrelevant. “jack?” you called out, hoping to see an ounce of relaxation on his face, though you never do. 

he walked in the living room with purpose, his shoulders higher than usual told you how tense he really was, the fact he didn’t greet you with a kiss and a lopsided smile confirmed it. he clearly had a bad shift.

“you okay?” you were cut off when he immediately kissed you, skipping the usual ‘hey baby’. you kissed back, gently grabbing the sides of his face to pull him closer. the kiss took you by surprise, he was rough and fast, like he had somewhere to be. his hand cupped your jaw while the other rested on your neck with light pressure.

you wanted to pull him away and tell him you weren’t going anywhere but he didn’t allow you the room to move away, or maybe you just really didn’t want to pull away. his stubble scratched at your cheeks as he continued to kiss you intensely.

you managed to pull away, placing your hands on his chest. “hey” you spoke gently, smiling up at him. he sat next to you, spreading his legs while patting his thighs. you tilt your head to the side curiously, he usually doesn’t ask for you to sit in his lap like this. “lay across my lap” he says sternly, surprising this is the first words he’s spoken to you since he’s been home. you breath once, then twice before crawling over him, laying your stomach on his thighs and arching slightly so your hip brushes against his stomach.

there was no point in fighting, pretending like you weren’t waiting all night for him to get home wouldn’t get you anywhere but the same place you are now. 

he rubs the plush of your ass, pulling your panties tightly putting pressure exactly where you needed it. a sigh fell from your mouth as you pushed yourself further into his hands the best you could. he held your ass in place before bringing his hand down leaving your left cheek stinging. before you can take another breath, he slaps your right cheek, watching as it ripples with his touch. “mmph” you whimper into the back of your hand, doing your best to stay quiet. “let me hear you.” he commanded, rubbing at the spot he’d just hit. 

clearly he was distracted by your ass because he spent a while groping the meat of your ass before his hand came down again, unexpectedly. “fuck” you mumbled, forcing your teeth into the skin of your hand. his movements stop before he grabs your hand, forcing it to your back to keep you in place. “i wanna hear you.” slap he smirks at the way you squirm into his touch. 

there’s a few more slaps that echo around the room, your ass is red from his touch and you’re sure you’ll be able to feel him for the next few days. “please” you pout, arching your back to try and get his fingers against your slit “please jack”. at this point any concern for sounding desperate was beyond you.

he tuts, moving his hand further from where you want “please what? use your words” he pulls at your underwear again, making you clench around nothing, again. you try and steady your breathing before answering. “please fuck me” you whined, trying your best to be loud enough he could hear. 

“yeah?” he coos, still playing with your ass, trying his best to ignore how painfully hard he was. “yes please” you whispered back. he stood up, disturbing you the least he could before unbuckling his belt with a clink, and taking off his pants. his prosthetic is leaned against the couch when he stands on his knees behind you, pumping his cock as he places his hand on your hip.

“you okay” he asks, he’s stressed, and he needs you; he needs relief right now- but if you weren’t okay that would be the least of his worries. “m’okay jack” you whispered, pushing your hips back so his cock was resting on the top of your ass. 

his hand drags from your hip to your spine, pushing the top of your back further into the couch. his other hand pulls your panties to the side, exposing cold air to your clenching entrance, which is soon replaced by his tip. he slowly pushes in, pulling a string of whines from your lips.

the stretch is a relief after how much he’s teased you, his tip kissing your cervix as he bottoms out. “please move” you plead, moaning when he pulls out only to slam back in. “squeezing me so well honey” he grunts, pulling your hips back on his cock with a wet plap. 

you wish you could form words and tell him how good you feel but all your senses are fuzzy and all you feel or think about is the way he’s filling you up. the noises you're making are pornographic, if it weren’t for thick walls your neighbors would be complaining by now.

“yes, fuck- yes jack” you don’t even know if you were thinking that, or actually saying it, jack really knows how to fuck you stupid. “you like that?” he teased, like you weren’t a whimpering pathetic mess for him. his hand makes its way to your clit drawing small circles onto the bud, your slick soon wetting his hand as he continues to ease you to your approaching orgasm. 

every thrust makes your ass shake along with your thighs, his tip bruising your cervix, his grunts in sync with your moans. he couldn’t pretend like the way you clenched around him wasn’t driving him insane. the way you’re sucking him in, the way you sound, the way you look, from the curve of your back to the way your folds wrap around him. 

“such a pretty girl” he growled, moving his hand from your hip, to your back down to your chin where he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth. your tongue immediately softens under the pads of his fingers, lips wrapping around his fingers, moans muffled as spit begins to drip down his fingers.

“good girl, fuck” he continues to rut into you, finger still circling your clit when the tension building in your belly gets too unbearable. you're whining against his fingers, throat sore from the noises as you arch into his thrust for the most pressure before your orgasm approaches. you're clenching around him when you cum, teeth digging into his digits slightly, leaving a ring of cum around the base of his cock and indents into his fingers.

there’s only a few thrusts until he’s spurting his release into your walls, with a string of curses falling from his lips he leans onto you, pulling his fingers from your mouth to kiss you, trailing issues from your cheek to the back of your neck. “did so good baby, m’gonna get you cleaned up, okay?” he pecks your cheek when you nod, pulling out, then watching as his cum leaks from your hole, down your thighs. he pats your ass gently, and gets a towel to clean you up. 

he’s careful to avoid where you're most sensitive and he takes a mental note to make sure he makes you put ice on your ass the next day.

a/n; you can't tell me he wouldn't randomly hand you an ice pack when he sees you avoiding to sit down the next day...

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what’s gonna happen if jack and jill don’t go up the hill

[gorgiawrite]

WRITING RESOURCES

The Pitt edition

The Pitt resources

The Pitt episodes transcripts

The Pitt season 1 transcripts (PDF)

The Pitt wiki : the PTMC (floors!)

The Pitt wiki : doctors

The Pitt wiki : nurses

The Pitt wiki : other staff

The Pitt wiki : patients

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The Pitt timeline

Official floor plan of The Pitt

The Pitt hospital staff scrubs

Catalogue of stethoscopes in the Pitt

Medical resources

Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS)

Layers of the skin

Types of open wound

Wound closure techniques

Technique for chest tube insertion

Emergency medicine

Glos­sary for Emer­gency Med­i­cine

Top reasons people visit the ER

Reasons for immediate admission

List of ER medical procedures

Procedures allowed for Med Students

r/emergencymedicine (be respectful)

The good & the bad in Emergency Medicine

Patient per hour (PPH) averages

Patients influx increase in the ED

The ED boarding issue

Nurse Initiated Orders in the ED / triage

Hospital staff & schedules

How many doctors on a shift

EM attending : call shifts

EM attending : work schedule

EM attending : shifts per month

EM attending : 12 12-hour shifts

EM attending : salaries (2025)

Medical school / Residency / Fellowship

Med Student & Residency system

EM Residency curriculum (UF Health)

EM Fellowship programs (John Hopkins)

EM Fellowship programs (UF Health)

EM Fellowships : SCC vs CCM

Pittsburgh

PTMC external shots location

Pittsburgh's neighborhoods map

Pittsburgh’s richest neighborhoods

Pittsburgh’s neighborhoods house prices

Pittsburgh’s night life

Pittsburgh's summer festivals & events

Covid data

COVID-19 Deaths (graph)

COVID-19 pandemic in the US

COVID-19 vaccination in the US

Abbot resources

Abbot's prosthetic : details & type

Forearm vs. underarm crutches

US army medical scholarship

USU medical school

Kosovo War (1998-1999)

War in Afghanistan (2001-2021)

Iraq War (2003-2011)

Improvised explosive device (IED)

Combat support hospital

Langdon resources

Stigma and addiction : vocabulary

Opioids vs. Benzos

Hospital staff's substance use protocol

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[melomani3]

mel strapping reader in front of a mirror… praise… are you seeing my vision 🙏

✉️ if one sees mel, they must also see praise kink... the praise kink that goes both ways <3 & I see your vision (pun intended), love you nonie thank you soooooo much for sharing the thought! hope this was what you were imagining <3

demure! obsessive!mel, perv!mel, fashionista!reader, mel thinks about you in your underwear, fantasizing, panty talk, strap usage (r!receiving), mentions of edging & implications of overstimulation, mirror sex, praise kink, mentions of oral (mel!receiving), they're very in love :,), not proofread wc 1.6k 18+ MEN & MDNI

Mel always paid attention to the things you wore. 

Even before she really knew you. Before you got together, she was blessed with the opportunity to see you in the range of vintage Elie Saab and Valentino Garavani (Mel had done her research after you’d mentioned the names, but she still wasn’t quite sure what the significance was), to absolutely nothing. She had been almost unhealthily aware of what you wore under scrubs. What socks were on your feet. How you would do your hair. Seeing the variations was one of the highlights of her day.

Cute patterns of bears and ducks, or maybe the peek of lace from your collar, she would later identify as Brandy Melville. Fuzzy socks in pastel shades. Glossy strands of hair that were usually blown-out, on the rare occasion curly or straight, secured back with pins or hair clips that looked hand-painted. Always so put together and sweet. Sweet enough that Mel figured if she dragged her tongue over your skin, you would dissolve a little like granulated sugar.

She thought about the things you wore a lot. Thought about whether you spent a lot of time piecing together your outfits. What inspired them. Eventually, she got answers to some of her questions: what you looked like outside of the ER. What scents you paired with the dainty, flimsy fabric you were so fond of (sweet, unsurprisingly). What you wore under eyelet patterns and all of the ribbons that tied around your waist and low-waisted jeans. She was pleasantly surprised to find simple cotton panties. Not that she didn’t want to see you in lingerie, Mel wouldn’t be opposed to that, but because it’s softer to her. Strangely domestic and better for your health, and it also reinforces her idea that she just knows you so well. Because in her mind, you only ever wore white cheeky underwear with a tiny pink bow on the front.

It made Mel feel gross when she realized that her analysis of every little part of you, down to the underwear you wore, read deeper than just simple interest. Admiration and the methodical patching of your morning routine in her mind was a slippery slope into obsession.

So, after you got together, Mel wasn’t surprised when one of her guilty pleasures became watching you get dressed. Curled in bed, because it never took her long to get ready (pre-planned outfits in her mind based on previous wears), unlike you. Not that she complained. Not when she got to watch you prance around your room half-naked or completely naked, matching and experimenting in a way that reinforced just how much you loved the activity. Getting to see you enjoying yourself, see you being creative (and naked, sure), was her favorite thing to watch as she basked in the warmth of comforters and sheets until you gently tugged on her wrist to get her up. Rubbing her feet against the cool fabric as you would lean over her with a gentle peck to her mouth, Mel would always think: This is so much better than the routine I imagined for you.

She also really liked taking apart how you would put yourself together so perfectly. Something satisfying about knowing how you designed yourself so she could undo the order in reverse. Getting your eyes to water enough to ruin your mascara and concealer, and your skin warm enough to free your pores from whatever perfume you’d spritzed over it. Making your hair get frizzy from the heat that could only be generated from exercise. Knowing exactly how to undo your intricate tops and get into whatever bottoms you were wearing. To keep them on or off, she didn’t really care as long as she got to feel you.

Which was why whenever you went shopping, whenever you thrifted new pieces, you would have to show them off to Mel first. 

“It ties back here?” Mel questions gently, fingers keeping a strong grip on the two satin ribbons that supposedly are designed to cinch your top right beneath the bust. Give the clothing some shape, is what you’d explained when you’d shown her, so Mel knows. But better safe than sorry when she’s trying to help you. 

Only a small whimper leaves your throat, though, hands pressed flat against the grainy wood of the door that leads to the en-suite bathroom. Your head is tilted forward a little, hair falling around your shoulders that Mel had just pushed to one side– 

She lets out a small huff, maneuvering the ribbons into one hand that unintentionally pulls you back against her as her other hand moves your hair again so she can see your back. That tug back has your cunt swallowing more of her strap again. Has a soft moan being forced from your throat.

You still don’t answer, but Mel supposes that’s what fucking yourself shallowly against her for the past half an hour would do.

Mel had to know how to get you in and out of your clothes, but she also had to be reassured that they wouldn’t be damaged when she actually did get to your skin beneath them. 

Her hand in your hair moves slowly from the strands to cup under your chin to tilt your head back toward the mirror, seeing that glossy, dazed look in your irises that are mostly hidden by your blown pupils. Cheeks flushed and lips parted. Mel’s hand stays under your chin as she uses the ribbons to rock you back on your heels as she pushes her hips forward. Gets to watch as your eyes roll back because of her.

Someone like you feeling so good because of her.

“You can look,” she mumbles as you keen quietly, nuzzling your hips back against hers as tiny pants escape your parted lips. Mel can only imagine the sparks of pleasure curling up your spine with the way she keeps her hips angled so every movement you make has the tip of her cock pressing against the most sensitive spots of your walls. “You look– So pretty,” Mel offers, her own eyebrows pinching together as her eyes leave your half-lidded ones in the mirror to glance down to where your skirt is flipped up over your ass to watch as your hole stretches around the strap.

Mel grinds forward again, getting friction on her own clit to ease that neediness that stems in her own stomach at the sight. It makes you yelp, knees softening beneath you as Mel leans her chin onto your shoulder, head turning enough to press a small kiss to your jaw. 

“Do you want me to tie it or–”

“No,” you gasp out, finally getting a coherent thought out. Her grip on the ribbons made it easier for you to stay upright when it felt like her cock was in your stomach. There’s a slick sound as she pulls back enough before thrusting back into you hard enough to have the heels of your palms thumping against the door. 

“Okay,” she rushes out, eyebrows still having that little crease between them as her own mouth parts in a breathy groan. She’s doing all of the work: holding your chin up, keeping you on your feet, fucking you back against her. You just have to sit there and look pretty. “You’re taking it– So well,” Mel rambles quietly, eyes finally opening wide enough to take in the blissed out expression on your face. How your eyes are on hers. It’ll never make sense to her how your eyes will never leave her face when you look like heaven right next to her.

At the thought, Mel tugs on the ribbons again, making you clench and gush around her. “See how pretty y’look?” she pants, mouth finding your neck again. 

Messy. You look messy. According to your own standards, at least, as you look at your reflection so close to your own nose. Eyes a little puffy, and your cheeks warm with color, lips bitten raw. There are a few marks on your neck that you’ll have to work to cover later, but right now, they make you moan quietly again. The parting of your hair is messed up, strands sticking to your shoulder from the way you’re perspiring. Messy. Mel’s mess. Mel’s. 

You look loved.

A tiny noise of agreement leaves you as your eyes roll back, knees knocking together as the strap presses against that spot at the front of your walls that has stars dancing behind the black of your eyelids. “S’good, Mel, y’so good– Love you–”

“So perfect,” Mel praises breathlessly, voice thinning at the end as she forces her eyes to stay open on your face as your orgasm finally hits. Her hand holding the ribbons drops them immediately, wrapping her arm around your stomach to keep you back against her as her other hand holds your face in place so she can watch. Watch the way she’s learned to take you apart so prettily. Much prettier than the clothing you adored. “I love you too– So much–”

The orgasm hits you with an intensity that you hadn’t been aware was possible until you had Mel–leaving your nerves and brain buzzing. Overworked in the best way possible as you lean back against her, hands leaving the door so you can hold onto her forearm wrapped around your middle. So you can weakly turn your head to kiss her softly.

One kiss. Two. The thought of getting Mel to sit on the edge of the bed facing the mirror so she can watch you eat her out–

“You have a few more things to try on.”

[undeadd011]

omw to pittsburgh as we speak

[undeadd011]

all these pitt fics and i’m seeing no doctor kinks floating around.. this is a medical show people let’s get that going by yesterday

[angelic1angel]

heels

⤷ warnings; f!reader, fluff, alcohol use(reader), jack buys reader heels

⤷ word count; 1.1k

a/n; this is extremely self-indulgent bc i really want these $200 coach kitten heels(someone please buy them for me) also i couldn't think of what to name this so ignore how boring

fuck it was late.

way too late for you to be standing outside the club, clearly drunk and vulnerable. it was stupid for you to wander out here alone. you should’ve never lied to your friends and told them you have a ride when you know you were just overwhelmed from the many warm bodies in that over populated club.

that’s why you called jack. he’s all you’ve been able to think about all night, every drink, every song, all the steps you danced. he infiltrated your brain and what better way than to see him in person.

you’re his resident, technically you’ve already seen each other outside of work a few times but it’s still inappropriate. not that you cared because your thumb still tapped on his contact, he answered in two rings but you don’t remember much after that. too many slurred words and inappropriate thoughts shared. 

you’re aware you're honest when drunk, always making stupid decisions for sober, somewhat, levelheaded you to clean up. how you were going to clean up this is a mystery.

it was late, he’s basically your boss who’s much older than you and it’s his day off. but you’re so cold and he’s so cute and why not use the fact that you're drunk as an excuse to see him… right?

his large black truck pulls in front of you and he’s stepping out onto the curb, his car still running. “hey, you okay?” he’s clearly worried, pulling his jacket off and onto your shoulders when he sees you shiver. “jack! hi.” you beam, cheeks warming as you pull him into a hug.

now that you think about it, you haven’t really hugged him for very long before. your both too scared to break that unspoken barrier between you. “your warm, smell good” you mumble into his chest. be rubs your back, smiling when he pulls back. “think we better get you in the car hun” 

you nod, tripping as you take a lousy step forward. “these dumb cheap shoes damn it.” you bend to pick up your left shoe, pulling off the half ripped heel from the shoe. “geez” jack huffed under his breath. “don’t buy shoes off brand when you want the cute coach ones, i’ve fallen 3 times tonight- oh no ill be so bruised tomorrow” you think out loud, kicking off the right shoe.

jack wordlessly takes both shoes, putting them on the floor of the passenger side before helping you up into his truck and getting in himself. the car ride was fairly quiet, he didn’t talk much unless prompted. you apologized for calling him, but he only reassured you, you talked about your night which he seemed happy to hear about, nodding along and asking questions.

“can i stay at yours tonight, please” the drinks were clearly driving your decisions because you’d never be that straightforward without the liquor practically seeping from your pores. he doesn’t immediately look at you at first, his hand adjusts on the steering wheel, and he swallows before turning to look at you, “course” he flashes you a small smile and places him free hand on your knee. 

when he turns into his driveway you’re already dosing off, mumbling nonsense when he helps you out the truck and into the house. he helps you wash off your makeup with a towel he wet and he turns away when you peel off your dress, even after you told him he could look. before you could thank him for the 6th time that night you’re already tucked in his bed, advil and water on the nightstand and a trash can right beside you.

“stay, if you don’t, i’ll choke on my throw up and all the police will think you killed me” you pat the bed next to you with a sly smile “please jack?”. he looked down before sitting against the headboard, still creating distance. you were going to tell him to promise to stay the whole night, but you fell asleep before you could. and when you woke up, he was still laying there next to you, on his phone.

“mmh, jack?” you rubbed your eyes, sitting up, trying to ignore the dull throb in your head. “morning, there's some advil there for you to take.” he gestures to the nightstand, still squinting at his phone. your feet hurt from your heels, your eyes were dry and the pounding in your head grew every second, you were putting a lot of faith in that pill. 

“what are you doing?” you asked, placing the now empty glass of water down. he looked up from his phone at you briefly before pressing a button and turning it off. he placed it on his nightstand and grabbed his cup of water to give it to you. “here, you said the heels you wanted were coach, right?” he said it casually, like you would even remember any conversation from last night. 

“how’d you know that?” you said looking into the glass of water realizing he gave you his own without hesitating. you went to hand it back to him, but he cut you off. “you kept complaining about the heels you were wearing, figured i’d get you ones that won't make you sore, the waters yours, drink it.” he sits up, putting his prosthetic on before standing at the edge of the bed “eggs okay for breakfast?”.

your mouth is slightly open from both shock and confusion. “but- but jack? why’d you ask about my shoes, and what happened last night?” you just realized the shirt you were wearing, which was very comfortable, wasn’t yours. “i bought you the heels you wanted, you were drunk, you called me and i picked you up.” he shrugs, picking up the broken heels from the floor.

“what? jack what?” he walks out the room, heels in hand. you follow him, grabbing your head when the sudden change in gravity makes your head spin. you're in the kitchen when he drops your shoes into the trash. “jack what the fuck?” you try to pull them out, but he stops you gently. “your new shoes will be here wednesday.” he walks to the fridge to pull out a case of eggs. 

“are you serious? those shoes are like $200.” your taken aback at how calm he is at all of this, including the way you acted last night. “dont worry how much it is. toast?” he offers with a shrug. you can't form any words, you probably won't be able to for a while either. he truly is unlike anyone else.

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[melomani3]

would you ever write mel choking you (idk if she even would, maybe if you really begged for it)? she lives in my head rent free it’s so crazy

✉️ & if I said get her to put the latex gloves on while she does it... truly, I don't think she would like the idea of choking, but she would at least try it ONCE if it was done safely because she is the sweetest, most angel human ever <3 & I went back to my small font because I missed it, but genuinely if lots of you struggle reading because of it pls let me know & I will go back to the large font <3 okay, love you nonie! thx for sharing

demure! strap usage (r!receiving), mentions of oral (mel!receiving), grinding, clit play, breath play/choking, mentions of control/implications of power play, praise kink, implications of overstimulation, squirting, mel is nervous <3 & she loves you <3 overprotective gf mel, inaccurate medical info, implied age gap if u squint wc 1.8k 18+ MEN & MDNI

Mel entertained very few things that would even have a semblance of harm directed toward you. 

It wasn’t like she purposefully coddled you or tried to implement restrictions on your relationship. No, not at all. Even if it worried her when you would go out with your friends and have her waiting up on the couch into the early hours of the morning for the scene of you returning, stumbling in with your heels surprisingly still on your feet. Or when you would take it upon yourself to cut up produce for dinner with, somehow, the largest knife Mel had ever seen. Showing up unprompted at her workplace with lunch for her and chatting with any person in triage who would listen to whatever it is you had to say. 

See, Mel was a bit of a control freak. She knew that. It had been implemented in her unintentionally from a young age, and while it came with some drawbacks, it was nothing she figured she had to be embarrassed about. In fact, it was helpful when she was in med school. In terms of organizing and time management and anything along those lines. And it was helpful post-grad as well, but she tried not to let it get the better of her: the urge to step in and take care of things herself so they could be done the right way. The way she wanted them to be done. 

Especially with the things she deemed true and close to her heart. Her job. Becca. You. A very short list, one that she liked to press a thumb to and manage, but also one that required that kind of care the least.

Because Mel wanted control, but she didn’t want to be overbearing. You were your own person. Mel couldn’t regulate every little thing you did. It wasn’t healthy, and it wouldn’t make you happy. Even if she was convinced you were going to kick her into hypertension before she turned thirty. Because it seemed you (sometimes) didn’t remotely have a single worry about the risks you would put yourself under.

So, because Mel was a high-functioning adult, and you were getting there, came the wonderful invention of compromise. Boundaries.

You were going to go out? Mel had your location and would pick you up herself if your friends didn’t have a DD. The comically sharp kitchen utensils that threatened your fingers would be replaced hastily with something much more manageable. If you came to the PTMC with her lunchbox, Mel instructed you to give your name to Lupe, who would in turn, send you right back to the staff room so you weren’t interacting with anyone that could potentially be dangerous in triage. 

When you guide her hand to your throat with her strap nestled deep inside of you, one orgasm in? She pulls it away instantly, lips pressing together in a tiny line as she shakes her head quickly and instead opts to wrap her fingers around your own. 

Because anything that could potentially hurt you immediately has alarm bells going off in her brain. 

It would be silly to think that springing anything on Mel at any time would work out in your favor. Certainly not something she knows can have severe medical consequences for you. Certainly not when you’re stretched around her so nicely and whining her name, a sound and sight that usually is comforting in a way to her.

And you know that, which is why only begging and time are what even get you to this point.

“I’m going to put pressure just right here,” Mel says, voice soft, barely over a whisper as her left hand skims over the base of your throat. The weight of it settles at the very bottom, suggestive enough that you can feel your own heartbeat against her palm. It’s quicker than normal. Or, whatever normal was around Mel. You weren’t sure anymore. 

She’s settled between your legs, your thighs curled around her hips enough to keep her still inside of you. Back in that same position as when you’d originally tried to get her to do this weeks ago. Her strap inches deep inside of your pussy, your walls clenching around her and leaking enough to make slick sounds every time she adjusted her positioning. Mel’s letting the weight of her cock, the size of it, distract you for a moment as she swallows thickly, blinking hard as she tries not to get distracted by the expression on your face. Flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. Long lashes that flutter, accompanied by a tiny whimper, as her hand just rests on your neck.

Finally, she peeks them back open as she lets out a long breath. 

“Dizziness, lightheadedness, or any kind of headache, three taps anywhere you can reach, okay?” Mel reminds you shakily. She’d given her whole spiel the previous night. Signs of suffocation, potential health risks, how to safely practice breath play–a kink that she didn’t have to do much work to research, considering, well, the whole doctor thing. Because informing you about it made her feel better. Better because you knew what to do, what to expect, how to be safe. Because it made her feel better about doing it to you.

Makes her feel better about the satisfaction she feels somewhere deep inside when your eyes roll back as she grinds her hips forward, her fingers sitting on the sides of your throat. 

She can hear how turned on you are. Obviously, she’d worked you well before she pushed the dildo into you with a long, deep thrust that had had your toes curling against the covers of your bed and your lower back arching. A familiar reaction. One that Mel could expect and one that was constant. Normally, she would’ve worked you up to be relaxed enough to where she could fuck you with erratic thrusts that would stimulate her clit enough to have her cumming as well, but she couldn’t do that tonight. Not when she was too focused on getting you accumulated in another way.

Mel fucks you slow and deep, surprisingly steady for her, as your thighs tremble slightly around her waist from the intensity of it. Each drag of the ridges of the silicone against your walls as the tip brushes a spot inside of you that has you creaming around her before settling up right next to your cervix. Every time she buries back inside has a little more pressure settling on your throat. And the lack of air goes right to your already pleasure-riddled brain.

It’s not necessarily choking, more of just a constant weight right over your trachea, but it has that wonderful floaty feeling you’ve been craving from her clouding your head. Every time she would grab your jaw for you to look at her when your eyes would drift from hers when she had you wrapped around her like this, and her fingers would press just a little too low. When she would dip her fingers into your mouth, and you would take her wrist to guide them back until they hit the back of your throat. When you would get your mouth between her legs and have her crying softly from how good it felt. So good that she wouldn’t even notice how her grip on your hair and her thighs around your head was limiting your air. That slight loss of control over something so vital, given over to her, was what you’d wanted so badly. 

“This– Okay? Is everything still okay?” Mel asks, brows pinched together as her fingers flex around your throat. Her thrusts are beginning to become a little uneven, but the angle is enough to have her cock fucking into those spots that had warm waves of pleasure rushing through your nerves. 

You moan softly, body lax against your mattress as your hips tilt up to meet hers, giving her cunt some added pressure as well. It’s funny, she's asking you questions like you can answer clearly. But it’s sweet. It’s Mel, and it has you nodding with small pants, leaving your parted lips. “More,” you manage. “More, honey– Lean– S’fine–!”

You cut yourself off with a loud yelp when she thrusts into you particularly hard, weight pushing down enough for you to squeeze around her strap. Enough to have that coil that had been building steadily in your lower tummy begin to unravel. Your lips are still parted as Mel nods, her free hand moving between your bodies to settle on your clit. Her fingers rest against the engorged bud, not moving, but letting the way she’s fucking you be enough stimulation while trying not to overwhelm your already swollen and sensitive pussy.

“You’re being so good– Look so pretty,” Mel babbles softly, her own mouth parting like she’s trying to copy your breathing. Her eyes never leave your face. “Love that you trust me so much– I love you–” She shudders slightly, hand squeezing around your throat briefly before she slowly begins to release the pressure. “You’re gonna cum, okay? The– Um, fuck– The oxygen and blood back to your brain is gonna give you a boost of dopamine and serotonin that’s going to heighten your pleasure–”

And the high hits.

Your eyes roll back, thighs squeezing her body still to keep her cock deep inside of you to clench around as the intense orgasm wracks through your muscles. The sound that is torn from your throat is somehow even louder now, but it’s because her hand settles over your chest, feeling your heartbeat as her other fingers circle your clit enough to force your wetness out and around the base of the strap. Mel bites at her own lips, tiny whimpers escaping her as she rides out a small high as well, nothing near the climax that has you panting and heavy-lidded when your muscles finally go limp, but enough to have her satisfied as well.

Enough to have her upper half settling over yours as she tilts your chin up weakly to immediately look for any possible marks her fingers had left.

“I’m okay,” you breathe after your lungs have finally recovered. “I’m okay– More than okay, that was… Thank you.”

Mel shakes her head a little as she lowers it down to your chest. Probably to listen to and feel your heartbeat again. Your hand quivers just a bit as you lift it to settle over the back of her head, gently stroking her slightly damp hair. “Are you okay?”

A beat as she shifts to look up at you, mouth twisted slightly to the side. “I think so, yeah.”

“Good,” you whisper back to her as the corners of your own lips twitch up. “Because I don’t want to do anything you don’t like. That you’re not comfortable with.”

“The thought still freaks me out some,” Mel admits as her eyes drift a little, a clear sign that she’s thinking of how to put something into words. Then, that cute pucker of her lips spreads into a smile to match your own. “I like the psychological aspects of it, though.”

“Which are?”

Mel lays her head back down over your sternum. “That you get off on the idea of me being in control.”

[undeadd011]

this is written so well i’m actually eating my fucking phone rn