#nellytalks

you barely make it through the door before she has you pinned against it, her body pressing hard into yours as she kicks the door shut with her foot. her hands grip your hips tight, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as her mouth crashes against yours. the kiss is hungry and demanding, her tongue pushing past your lips immediately, claiming every inch of your mouth while she grinds her hips forward.

her breath is hot against your skin when she pulls back just enough to speak. “been thinking about fucking you all fucking day.” she yanks your shirt up roughly, hands sliding under to squeeze your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until theyre stiff and aching. you moan into her mouth and she bites your bottom lip in response, hard enough to make you whimper.

she doesnt waste time. your shirt gets tossed across the room and her fingers hook into your waistband, shoving your pants and underwear down in one rough motion. cool air hits your already soaked cunt and you shiver. she kicks your legs apart wider, one hand pinning both your wrists above your head while the other dives between your thighs.

“so fucking wet already,” she growls against your neck, teeth scraping skin as two fingers slide through your folds and push inside without warning. she curls them instantly, stroking that spot that makes your knees weak. her thumb presses firm circles on your clit and your hips jerk forward, chasing the pressure.

she fingerfucks you fast and deep right there against the door, the wet obscene sounds filling the room with every thrust. three fingers now, stretching you open as she bites down on your shoulder. your moans get louder and she laughs low, adding her mouth to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises.

you cum hard the first time, clenching around her fingers, thighs shaking as slick runs down her hand. she doesnt stop. she keeps pumping through it, drawing it out until youre twitching and oversensitive, then finally pulls her fingers out and pushes them into your mouth.

“taste how much you need me,” she says. you suck obediently, tongue swirling around her fingers while she watches with dark hungry eyes. she drops to her knees next, shoving your legs wider and burying her face between your thighs. no teasing. her tongue licks a long slow stripe up your slit before she sucks your clit into her mouth hard. two fingers push back inside you, fucking you steadily while her tongue flicks fast and relentless. your hands tangle in her hair but she slaps them away.

“hands on the door. dont move them again.” you obey, palms flat against the wood as she devours you. she eats you out like shes starving, tongue fucking into your cunt then back to your swollen clit, sucking and licking until your second orgasm crashes over you. your legs nearly give out but she holds your hips firm, licking you through every wave until youre gasping and whimpering.

she stands up, stripping quickly, revealing her smooth toned body. she grabs you by the waist and walks you backwards toward the bed, pushing you down onto it. you land on your back and she climbs over you immediately, straddling your chest.

“my turn,” she says, sliding up until her wet cunt hovers over your face. “make me cum.” you dont hesitate. your tongue licks through her folds, tasting her arousal as she lowers herself onto your mouth. she grinds down, riding your face with steady rolls of her hips, one hand gripping your hair to control the angle. her clit bumps against your nose with every movement and you suck it when you can, tongue pushing inside her when she lifts slightly.

“fuck yes, just like that,” she moans, grinding harder. her thighs squeeze around your head as she uses your mouth, getting wetter and wetter. you lap at her eagerly, sucking and licking until her breathing gets ragged. she cums with a low groan, flooding your tongue as her hips jerk. you keep licking until she pulls away, sliding back down your body.

she kisses you deep, tasting herself on your tongue while her hand slides between your legs again. three fingers push inside your dripping cunt, fucking you slow and deep while she grinds her wet pussy against your thigh. the friction on her clit makes her breath hitch.

“you’re going to cum again for me,” she tells you, curling her fingers perfectly. her mouth moves to your breasts, sucking and biting your nipples as she fingers you faster. you cum a third time, soaking her hand and the sheets beneath you. she pulls her fingers out and smears your cum across your lips before kissing you again.

she shifts positions, pushing your legs wide apart and settling between them. her cunt presses against yours, hot and slick as she starts grinding. clit to clit, she rocks her hips in firm steady motions, hands pinning your thighs open. the wet slide is perfect, messy and hot, building pressure fast.

“look at you, falling apart under me,” she murmurs, grinding harder. sweat beads on her skin as she fucks you like this, hips snapping with purpose. your moans mix with hers and she leans down, one hand wrapping lightly around your throat as she speeds up. the pressure makes your head spin in the best way and you cum again, shuddering against her.

she doesnt stop. she keeps pushing you through it, chasing her own orgasm until she cums too, grinding deep and slow as she rides the waves. but she’s still not done.

she reaches over for the strap, buckling it on with quick efficient movements. the thick toy hangs heavy between her legs as she kneels over you. the thick and blue hue making you smirk in excitement. “hands and knees. now.”

you roll over shakily, ass up and face pressed into the pillows. she runs the head of the dildo through your soaked folds, teasing your entrance before pushing in slowly, stretching you open inch by inch.

“fuck, you take it so well,” she groans, bottoming out with a snap of her hips. she starts thrusting hard, one hand on your hip, the other reaching around to rub your clit. every stroke hits deep, pounding that perfect spot inside you. the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room along with your broken moans.

she spanks your ass hard, the sting blooming into heat as she fucks you faster. “my perfect little slut. taking everything i give you.” another spank, another deep thrust. you cum hard around the toy, clenching tight as she keeps pounding through it.

she pulls out suddenly and flips you onto your back, hooking your legs over her shoulders. she drives back in deep in one thrust, folding you in half as she fucks you senseless. her eyes stay locked on your face, watching every expression while she ruins you.

“cum again,” she demands, pounding harder. her hand returns to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy with pleasure. you cum a fifth time, vision blurring as your body shakes.

she keeps going, changing angles, slowing down to grind deep then speeding up again. she fucks you through another orgasm, then another, until you’re a sobbing dripping mess, thighs soaked and voice hoarse from moaning.

finally she pulls out, removes the strap and pulls you into her arms. her hands stroke down your back almost gently, but her fingers soon trail lower again, circling your oversensitive clit.

“one more,” she whispers, sliding two fingers back inside your wrecked cunt. she fucks you slow and deep, thumb on your clit until you cum one last time, weak and trembling in her hold. you lay there panting, body spent and buzzing as she kisses your forehead softly. “good girl. you took everything so well.”

the room smells like sex and sweat, sheets ruined beneath you, but she keeps you close, fingers still buried inside you possessively as you both catch your breath.

written by: @snoopymelking

the shift at ptmc had been one of those endless ones where every bay seemed to overflow with chaos and every chart blurred together under the harsh fluorescent lights. you moved through it all with the steady grace that always made mel’s eyes soften when she caught sight of you across the nurses station or down the hall. the two of you had been keeping things quiet for months now, stolen kisses in the supply closet, late night texts that turned into sleepy voice notes when she finally dragged herself home from a double. it wasn’t that you were hiding exactly, just that hospital gossip moved faster than any trauma alert and neither of you wanted the extra eyes.

you were finishing up a chart when trinity santos leaned against the counter beside you, her scrubs still crisp despite the hours and that easy confident smile playing on her lips. she had been circling closer lately, compliments on your suturing technique, offers to grab coffee after a rough trauma, little jokes that lingered just a beat too long. you laughed politely and kept it light, your mind already drifting to the text mel had sent earlier promising she’d meet you in the locker room once things slowed.

trinity glanced around once like she was checking for eavesdroppers then lowered her voice just enough. “hey, can i ask you something?” you looked up from the tablet, offering a small smile. “sure, what’s up?”

before you could say more mel rounded the corner, her tall frame cutting through the hallway with that focused stride that always made your stomach flip. she had her glasses perched on her nose and a chart in hand but her eyes found you immediately, softening for half a second before they flicked to trinity standing way too close. mel slowed, joining the little huddle at the counter like it was casual, but you could read the subtle tension in her shoulders.

trinity didn’t miss a beat. she straightened a little, still smiling that bright resident smile, and turned her attention fully to mel. “dr. king, perfect timing actually. if there’s nothing going on between the two of you, you don’t mind if i ask her out on a date, do you?”

the words landed like a defibrillator shock in the quiet corner of the nurses station. you felt your face heat instantly, eyes darting between them. mel’s expression didn’t change at first, that professional mask locked in place, but you saw the way her jaw tightened, the way her fingers flexed around the edge of the chart she was holding. the air between the three of you thickened in a way that had nothing to do with the usual er bustle.

mel’s voice came out even, low, that calm doctor tone she used right before she took control of a crashing patient. “and what makes you think there’s nothing going on?” trinity blinked, clearly not expecting the direct pushback. she laughed a little, trying to keep it light. “well i mean i haven’t seen anything official and she’s single as far as i know. figured i’d check with you first since you two seem close. respect and all that.”

you opened your mouth to cut in, to say something polite that would shut this down without drama, but mel beat you to it. she set the chart down slowly, deliberately, and stepped just a fraction closer to you so that her arm brushed yours. the contact was small but electric, a silent claim.

“she’s not single,” mel said simply, her eyes locked on trinity now with a sharpness that could have cut through trauma shears. “and even if she were, the answer would still be no. she’s with me. has been for a while now.”

trinity’s eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across her face before she recovered with a quick nod. “oh. shit, my bad. i didn’t realize. congratulations then, seriously. you two make a cute couple.” she pushed off the counter with a casual wave, already backing away like she knew when to retreat. “won’t happen again. have a good rest of your shift.”

she disappeared down the hall and the silence that followed felt heavier than any code blue. you turned to mel, heart hammering, ready to whisper an apology or a joke to ease the sudden tension, but she was already looking at you with an intensity that made your knees feel a little weak. her hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the station and toward the quieter hallway that led to the staff lounge.

“mel,” you started softly once you were out of earshot, “i wasn’t going to say yes. you know that, right?” she didn’t answer right away. instead she kept walking until you reached the small on call room that was rarely used this time of night. she pulled you inside, closed the door behind you, and finally let the mask slip. her hands came up to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks as she searched your eyes like she needed to reassure herself you were still hers.

“i know,” she murmured, voice rougher than usual. “i know you wouldn’t. but hearing her ask like that, like she thought she could just… take you out, show you off, touch you the way i touch you. it hit harder than i expected.” her forehead rested against yours, breath warm. “you’re mine, baby. and i don’t share.”

the kiss that followed wasn’t gentle. it was hungry, possessive, mel pouring every ounce of that jealous spark into the way her mouth claimed yours. her tongue swept in like she was erasing any trace of trinity’s words from your lips. you melted into it immediately, fingers curling into the front of her scrubs, pulling her closer until there was no space left between you. when she finally pulled back you were both breathing harder, the room suddenly too warm.

“not here,” you whispered against her mouth even as your body argued otherwise. “shift’s not over.” mel groaned softly but nodded, pressing one last fierce kiss to your forehead. “after shift. my place. i need to remind you exactly who you belong to.” her voice dropped lower, the promise in it sending heat straight down your spine. “and i’m going to take my time about it.”

the rest of the shift dragged in the worst way. every time you passed each other in the halls mel’s hand would brush your waist or her eyes would linger a beat too long, dark with intent. trinity kept a respectful distance after that, shooting you both apologetic smiles but staying far away. by the time you finally clocked out and climbed into mel’s car the tension between you had coiled so tight you could barely sit still.

the drive to her apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the occasional squeeze of her hand on your thigh. she didn’t speak much, just kept stealing glances at you like she was already picturing everything she was going to do once that door closed. the second you stepped inside her place mel had you pressed against the wall, mouth on yours again, hands sliding under your shirt to map every inch of skin like she needed to reclaim it.

“bedroom,” she growled against your lips, and then she was lifting you, carrying you down the short hallway with that easy strength that always left you breathless. she set you on the bed gently enough but the look in her eyes was anything but. she stripped off her scrubs and yours with efficient, hungry movements until you were both bare and she was crawling over you, caging you in with her taller frame.

“tell me you’re mine,” she whispered as she kissed down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to leave faint marks that would bloom tomorrow. her hand slid between your thighs, fingers teasing through the slick heat already waiting for her. “say it, baby. i need to hear it after tonight.”

“i’m yours, mel,” you gasped as two of her long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling just right. “only yours. always.” she hummed in satisfaction, pumping slowly at first, building that delicious pressure while her mouth found your breast, sucking a mark into the soft skin there. “good girl. because no one else gets to have this. not trinity, not anyone. this pussy is mine to fuck, mine to taste, mine to make cum until you can’t remember anyone else’s name.”

her words alone had you clenching around her fingers. she added a third, stretching you open while her thumb circled your clit in tight steady strokes. you arched into her, moaning her name like a prayer, hands fisting in her hair. mel worked you higher and higher, eyes never leaving your face, drinking in every whimper and gasp like it was oxygen. when you finally tipped over the edge she didn’t stop, riding you through it until you were shaking and oversensitive.

but she wasn’t done. she kissed her way down your body, replacing her fingers with her mouth, tongue licking into you like she was starving for the taste of your release. she ate you out with single minded focus, two fingers back inside curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. you came again on her tongue, thighs trembling around her head, and still she kept going until you were begging, voice hoarse.

only then did she pull back, lips shiny and swollen, and reach for the strap she kept in the nightstand drawer. she buckled it on with quick practiced movements, the thick silicone already glistening with lube. she settled between your spread legs again, rubbing the head against your soaked entrance.

“look at me,” she ordered softly. when your eyes met hers she pushed in slow and deep, filling you completely in one smooth thrust. the stretch was perfect, overwhelming in the best way. mel held still for a moment, letting you adjust, forehead pressed to yours again. “feel that? that’s me inside you. only me. no one else will ever get to fuck you like this.”

then she started moving, hips snapping in a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking and your moans filling the room. she fucked you hard and possessive, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your hip, angling you so every thrust hit exactly right. sweat slicked your skin, bodies sliding together, and mel never stopped talking, low filthy praise spilling from her lips between kisses.

“you’re so fucking tight for me, baby. taking my cock so well. gonna fill you up until you forget trinity even exists. you’re mine to ruin, mine to love, mine to keep.”

you came a third time with her name on your lips, clenching around the strap so hard she groaned and followed you over, grinding deep as her own pleasure hit. she collapsed on top of you afterward, still buried inside, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder while you both caught your breath. her hand stroked down your side, gentle now, the jealousy burned away into pure tender possession.

“i love you,” she whispered against your skin, voice soft and raw. “so much it makes me crazy sometimes. seeing someone else try to take what’s mine… i just needed to remind us both who you belong to.”

you threaded your fingers through her hair, pulling her up for a slow, sweet kiss. “i love you too, mel. and i’m not going anywhere. not ever.”

she smiled against your mouth, finally slipping out and pulling you into her arms, bodies tangled under the sheets. the city lights filtered through the blinds, soft and distant, and for the first time since trinity’s question the tension in her shoulders was completely gone. she held you close, one leg thrown over yours, hand resting possessively on your hip like even in sleep she needed to keep claiming you.

outside the er would keep spinning tomorrow, charts and traumas and long shifts waiting, but right now in the quiet dark of her bedroom there was only the two of you. mel’s breathing evened out against your neck and you let yourself drift, safe in the arms of the woman who had just fucked every last doubt out of you and loved you harder than anyone ever could. no one else was ever going to get the chance to ask you out again. mel had made sure of that tonight, in every kiss, every thrust, every whispered mine that still echoed in your bones. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

written by: @snoopymelking

you’d been at it for forty minutes already, the gym lights buzzing overhead and your muscles burning in that familiar, addictive way. the pitt’s on-call staff gym was nearly empty this late, most of the trauma team had already dragged themselves home after another brutal shift. but not mel king.

she leaned against the rack, arms crossed over her chest, scrub top stretched across her shoulders. her eyes tracked every movement you made on the bench, the faint smirk on her lips telling you she knew exactly how hard you were working to impress her.

“ten more, sweetheart,” mel said, voice low and steady like she was giving orders in the or. “you’ve got it. don’t tap out on me now.”

your thighs trembled as you pressed the barbell up again, breath coming in sharp gasps. sweat slicked your skin, tank top clinging to your breasts, shorts riding up with every rep. you were already past your usual limit, but something about the way mel watched you made you want to keep going.

“that’s it,” she praised, stepping closer. her hand hovered near the bar, ready to spot but not helping yet. “look at you pushing through. good girl. i knew you could handle more than you give yourself credit for.”

the words hit straight between your legs. you squeezed your thighs together on the next push, a soft whimper escaping despite yourself. mel’s smirk deepened.

“uh-huh. i see you. getting all worked up from a little praise?” she crouched beside the bench, close enough that you could smell her clean sweat and the faint trace of hospital soap. “eyes on me. one more set. push past it. i want to see what this pretty body can really do.”

your arms shook on the final reps of the set, but her voice kept you going. “come on, baby. for me. you’re so close. don’t stop now, yes, just like that. fuck, you look incredible when you’re trying so hard.”

you racked the bar with a heavy clang, chest heaving. mel’s hand settled on your thigh immediately, warm and firm, thumb stroking the slick skin just under the hem of your shorts.

“look at that,” she murmured, eyes dark with heat. “you went way past your usual. i’m proud of you.” she leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “such a good fucking girl for me.”

you moaned outright at the words, arousal flooding through the exhaustion. mel chuckled, low and pleased, and helped you sit up. her hands lingered on your waist, steadying you as the room spun for a second.

“easy. catch your breath.” but her fingers were already sliding under your tank top, tracing the curve of your spine. “you earned a reward, don’t you think?”

before you could answer, she pulled you to your feet and backed you against the mirrored wall. the cool glass contrasted sharply with your overheated skin. mel dropped to one knee, peeling your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. she tapped your ankle so you could step out, then looked up at you with that intense, focused gaze she usually reserved for trauma cases.

“leg over my shoulder, baby. let me taste how wet being pushed around made you.” you obeyed, one hand gripping her hair as she buried her face between your thighs. her tongue was relentless, broad, flat strokes over your clit followed by teasing flicks that had your knees buckling. mel groaned against you, the vibration shooting sparks up your spine.

“fuck, you’re soaked,” she said between licks. “all this from a little workout and some praise? my dirty girl.” she sucked your clit into her mouth, two thick fingers sliding into your pussy without warning. they curled instantly, hitting that perfect spot while she kept up the suction. your head fell back against the mirror with a thud. “mel- oh god-”

“that’s right. say my name while i reward you.” she pumped her fingers faster, tongue working in tight circles. “you did so good for me. took everything i gave you. now cum on my tongue like the good girl you are.”

the orgasm hit hard and fast, your thighs clamping around her head as you cried out. mel didn’t stop, licking you through every pulse until you were shaking and oversensitive.

she rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before kissing you deeply. you could taste yourself on her tongue. she pressed her body against yours, thigh slipping between your legs so you could feel the heat radiating from her. “think you’ve got one more in you?” she asked, voice rough. “or should i carry you to the showers and fuck you there?”

“fuck me here,” you gasped, tugging at her scrub top. “please, mel.” she spun you around so you faced the mirror, hands planted on the glass. you watched her reflection as she stripped off her top, revealing toned arms and small, firm breasts. she kept her sports bra on but reached into her gym bag and pulled out her favorite blue strap-on, buckling it around her hips with practiced efficiency. the silicone cock was thick already glistening with lube she quickly applied.

“look at yourself,” she ordered, voice low in your ear. “watch how well you take me after pushing those limits.” she pushed in slowly, stretching you open inch by inch. the burn was perfect, mixing with the lingering high from your first orgasm. when she bottomed out, hips pressed tight against your ass, she groaned and dropped her forehead to your shoulder.

“fuck, so tight. so good for me.” she pulled back and thrust in again, harder. “this pussy was made to be rewarded, wasn’t it?” you moaned, pushing back to meet her strokes. the wet slap of skin filled the empty gym, echoing off the walls. mel reached around to rub your clit in time with her thrusts, never breaking rhythm.

“tell me how it feels,” she demanded, nipping at your neck. “big- mel, you’re so deep-” your voice broke on a particularly hard thrust. “feels so good… i’m your good girl.”

“damn right you are.” her pace picked up, pounding into you with controlled power. sweat dripped from her chest onto your back. “pushing yourself for me, letting me fuck you raw right here where anyone could walk in. my perfect little overachiever.”

the praise combined with the relentless drag of the strap against your g-spot had you spiraling again. mel felt it, her fingers tightening on your hip. “that’s it. give me another one. cum on my cock, show me how much you love earning it.”

you shattered around her, walls clenching hard as pleasure ripped through your exhausted body. mel cursed softly, fucking you through it with shorter, deeper strokes until your legs trembled.

she pulled out carefully, unbuckling the strap and setting it aside. then she turned you around, lifted one of your legs around her waist, and pressed her soaked pussy against yours. the slick heat of her clit grinding directly on yours made you whimper.

“my turn to feel you,” she breathed, rolling her hips in firm circles. “you’re so fucking wet for me… such a good girl.” you clung to her shoulders as she tribbed you against the mirror, both of you sweaty and desperate. her fingers dug into your ass, holding you in place while she chased her own pleasure. when she came, it was with a low, shaky moan, thighs trembling against yours.

for a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the occasional drip of sweat onto the floor. mel held you close, arms wrapped around your waist to keep you upright as your legs threatened to give out.

she kissed the back of your neck softly. “you did so fucking well,” she whispered, voice gentling. “i’m proud of you, baby. let’s get you cleaned up.”

she guided you to the showers, washing you with careful hands, massaging shampoo into your scalp, soaping the sweat and mess from your skin with gentle strokes. she wrapped you in a clean towel and sat you on the bench while she dried your hair.

“next time,” she said conversationally, pressing a kiss to your temple, “we’re doing deadlifts. and if you hit a new pr, the reward’s even better.” you laughed breathlessly, leaning into her chest. “you’re going to kill me, king.”

“nope,” her smile was warm, almost boyish in its confidence. “just going to make sure you know exactly how strong you are… and how much i love watching you prove it.”

she helped you dress in soft clothes she’d grabbed from her locker, then walked you out to the parking lot with an arm around your shoulders. before you got into your car, she pulled you in for one last kiss, deep, possessive, and full of promise.

“text me when you get home,” she murmured against your lips. “and hydrate. doctor’s orders.” as you drove away, thighs still pleasantly sore and body humming with satisfaction, you couldn’t stop smiling. mel king didn’t just push your limits in the gym. she made you crave breaking them.

written by: @snoopymelking

fingers graced gently against mel’s chest, nails raking softly through the long straight hair that spilled over her shoulders like dark silk. mel shivered under the touch, her eyes flicking away from yours for a moment before she forced them back, cheeks already flushed a deep pink. she was autistic and shy, especially here in the quiet glow of her bedroom where the world felt too big and her body felt too much. but with you she felt safe enough to try.

“is the pressure okay?” you asked quietly, keeping your voice even and predictable. mel nodded quickly, one hand twitching at her side before she reached up to thread her fingers through your hair instead. the repetitive motion calmed her almost instantly, a soft hum leaving her throat.

“yes… it’s good,” she whispered, direct as always when she felt safe. “i like when you touch my hair like that. it helps me stay here with you.”

her warm skin pressed perfectly against yours, breasts soft and heavy, nipples tightening the second they brushed your chest. you kissed her slow and deep, tongues sliding together in that careful rhythm she preferred, no sudden moves, just steady, building heat. mel melted into it, her body relaxing inch by inch as she let herself feel everything. there wasn’t a better place mel could be. your warm touch and your gentleness and care was heaven on earth for her.

your hand drifted lower, palm gliding over the soft curve of her tummy. mel’s breath hitched when your nails traced her happy trail, that dark line of hair she sometimes got self conscious about. she made a tiny embarrassed sound and tried to hide her face in your neck, but you kissed her temple and kept going. “you’re so beautiful here,” you murmured. “can i keep touching?”

“please,” she breathed, voice small. “it feels really nice. the scratching… it’s just right. not too light.” you dragged your nails again and again along that happy trail, following it down until your fingertips brushed the top of her mound. she was soaked already, slick coating your skin. mel parted her thighs wider, knees falling open in that trusting way she only did with you. you circled her clit with slow, steady strokes, keeping the rhythm predictable so her nervous system could ride the pleasure instead of getting overwhelmed.

“inside me?” she asked shyly after a few minutes, always so direct when she wanted something. “two fingers like last time. i liked that.”

you slid two fingers into her tight, dripping cunt, curling them gently against her g-spot. mel arched with a broken little moan, hips rocking in careful, controlled movements. you fucked her steady and deep, thumb pressed on her clit, while your mouth moved to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples until they were shiny and swollen. mel’s hand stayed fisted in your hair, stimming harder as the pleasure built.

“you’re doing so good for me,” you praised softly. “letting me hear all those pretty sounds.” she came the first time with a shy, muffled cry into your shoulder, walls pulsing hard around your fingers. you kept moving through it, gentle but unrelenting, drawing the orgasm out until her thighs trembled. when you finally pulled out she whimpered at the loss, slick dripping down your wrist.

you kissed your way down her body, taking your time. you nuzzled her soft tummy, licked along every inch of her happy trail, then settled between her spread thighs. mel looked down at you with wide, shy eyes. “can you go slow with your tongue first?” she asked quietly. “then maybe suck a little? i need it to build up.”

you obeyed perfectly. long, slow licks through her soaked folds, tongue sliding inside her, then up to circle her clit. mel’s fingers twisted in your hair, stimming in that rhythmic way that helped her stay grounded. when you sucked her clit between your lips she let out a longer moan, hips stuttering.

“yes, there- i’m close again,” she warned, always polite even when falling apart. she came on your tongue with a shuddering gasp, slick flooding your mouth. you licked her gently through it, then kept going, pushing two fingers back inside while you sucked harder. mel came a third time quickly after that, thighs shaking around your head, a broken whimper leaving her as overstimulation started to creep in.

you crawled back up and mel immediately curled into you, face hidden in your neck, soft tummy pressed to yours. her happy trail tickled your skin as she caught her breath. she was quiet for a long minute, processing the intensity, fingers tracing patterns on your chest.

“i want to make you feel good now,” she whispered eventually. “if that’s okay. i liked when we rubbed together last time.” you guided her on top. mel straddled your thigh shyly at first, rolling her hips in small, careful circles. her wet cunt slid against your skin, leaving shiny trails of arousal. you reached between you, rubbing her clit while she ground down, and soon she was panting, long hair falling around both of you like a curtain.

“it feels really intense,” she admitted breathlessly, cheeks burning, “but i don’t want to stop. can we go faster?” you matched her pace, slipping two fingers inside her again while your own clit rubbed against her thigh. the wet, messy sounds of tribbing filled the room, slick, rhythmic, filthy. mel’s breasts bounced softly with every roll of her hips, nipples brushing yours. she came first with a muffled cry into your neck, cunt clenching hard. the feeling sent you over right after, pleasure crashing through you while mel kept rocking gently, riding every wave.

you held her through the aftershocks, stroking her back, letting her stim in your hair as long as she needed. but mel wasn’t done. after twenty minutes of quiet cuddling and soft kisses, she looked up at you with those big shy eyes. “can we do more?” she asked directly. “i still feel… a lot. i want your mouth again. and your fingers. please.”

you rolled her onto her back and started over. you worshipped her happy trail with your tongue, kissing and licking every inch of her soft tummy before burying your face between her thighs. this time you ate her out for a long, long time, slow broad licks, then focused sucking, three fingers stretching her open while she stimmed and moaned above you. mel came twice more, the second one so intense she had to tap your shoulder because it got too much.

“too sensitive,” she panted, honest as always. you gentled immediately, just soft kisses on her inner thighs until she calmed. then she surprised you by pushing you onto your back. mel was still shy, but she knew what she wanted. she kissed down your body the same way you had, lingering on your breasts, your stomach, then settling between your legs. her tongue was tentative at first, learning, but she quickly found the rhythm you liked. two long fingers pushed inside you, fucking you steady and deep while she sucked your clit.

“is this good?” she asked between licks, always checking in. “tell me if i should change anything.” you guided her gently with words and your hand in her hair. she made you come hard on her tongue, then kept going until you came again, thighs clamped around her head. mel looked so proud when she finally crawled back up, face shiny with your slick.

the night stretched on like that, slow, thorough, full of communication and care. you fucked her with your fingers while she rode your face, her happy trail brushing your forehead with every roll of her hips. you tribbed again, slower this time, bodies pressed tight, clits rubbing in perfect sync until both of you came shaking and gasping. you ate her out one final time with her on all fours, reaching around to rub her clit while she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her moans.

by the end mel was hoarse, glowing, and completely spent. she curled into you, soft warm body pressed along every inch of yours, long hair tangled across your chest. her fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, stimming quietly as she came down.

“there wasn’t a better place i could be,” she murmured against your neck, voice sleepy and sincere. “with you it’s safe. everything feels right. even when it’s a lot.”

you kissed the top of her head, fingers carding gently through her hair, and held her close as her breathing evened out. the city hummed outside, but in here it was just the two of you, warm skin, soft tummies, happy trails, and all the gentle heaven she deserved.

written by: @snoopymelking

the pitt’s er never slept, but the quiet moments between codes were when things got dangerous. dangerous like noticing how dr. melissa king’s eyes lingered a second too long when you handed her a chart, or how her fingers brushed yours when passing instruments, never quite accidental, never quite claimed.

you were a nurse who’d transferred in six months ago, steady under pressure, quick with a smile that disarmed even the crankiest attendings. mel was… mel. brilliant, earnest, a little chaotic in the best way. she hyped herself up in the ambulance bay with megan thee stallion lyrics under her breath, missed high fives by a comical margin, and cared so fiercely it sometimes left her blinking back tears in the supply closet. but she never said what she meant outright.

shift 47

you were restocking trauma bay 3 when mel appeared in the doorway, shifting her weight like she’d been summoned for a performance review.

“hey,” she said, voice pitched a little too bright. “you’re… really good at suturing. like, the way you keep the edges even? impressive.” you glanced up, smiling. “thanks, mel. high praise from the resident who diagnosed that zebra case last week.”

she rocked on her heels, eyes darting to the ceiling tiles. “yeah. zebras. cool. anyway, some of us are grabbing terrible diner food after shift. if you’re not busy. or whatever.”

translation, you’d learned: “i want you there, but i’m terrified you’ll say no.” you set the suture kit down. “mel.” her gaze snapped to yours, wide, startled.

“if you’re asking me to come eat greasy fries with you,” you said gently, “just say that. ‘i’d like you to join us for food.’ direct. no pressure, but clear.”

pink crept up her neck. she opened her mouth, closed it, then managed, “i’d… like you to join us for food.” you grinned. “see? world didn’t end. i’m in.”

shift 62

another late night. you found her in the residents’ lounge, staring at her phone like it had personally offended her. becca, her sister, had sent a string of texts about a missed appointment. mel’s shoulders were tight, her usual restless energy coiled into something heavier.

you sat beside her on the sagging couch. “bad day?” she shrugged, then caught herself. “i keep… hinting at things. to patients. to coworkers. to-” she cut off, cheeks flushing. “it’s easier. safer. if they don’t get it, i can pretend i didn’t mean it that way.”

you nodded. “i’ve noticed. you’re really good at reading everyone else’s cues, but you hedge your own. like you’re waiting for permission to take up space.” mel let out a shaky laugh. “permission. yeah.” you turned toward her, knee brushing hers. “try it with me. right now. tell me one thing you want, straight out. no softening.”

her eyes met yours, hazel, intense, a little scared. for a long moment she just breathed. then, voice barely above a whisper, “i want to know if you feel this too. the… whatever this is when we’re in the same room.” your heart did something complicated. slow-burn, you reminded yourself. she was worth the patience.

you reached over and covered her hand with yours. “i do. and i’m glad you said it directly. made it real.” she exhaled like she’d run a marathon, but her fingers curled around yours.

shift 89 - the break room incident

weeks of tiny lessons. “mel, say ‘i need help with this chart’ instead of hovering hopefully. mel, tell me ‘i missed you on days’ instead of leaving extra coffee at my station with a post-it that just says “caffeine :)”.” she was getting better. still slipped into hints when nervous, but she tried.

tonight the lounge was empty except for the hum of the vending machine. you were both off-shift in ten minutes, scrubs rumpled, eyes heavy. mel stood by the door like she might bolt. “so… my place is closer. if you wanted to… unwind. watch something. not that you have to-”

you raised an eyebrow. she caught it. closed her eyes for a second, then opened them with determination. “i want you to come home with me. not for- i mean, we don’t have to do anything. i just… really want more time with you. alone. where it’s quiet and i don’t have to share you with codes and interns.”

the words tumbled out raw and honest. her hands fidgeted at her sides, but she didn’t look away. you crossed the room slowly, stopping close enough to see the faint freckles across her nose. “thank you for saying that. i want that too. a lot.” relief and something warmer flooded her expression. she smiled, small, shy, but real. “yeah?”

“yeah.” you brushed a stray curl behind her ear. “we’re taking this slow, okay? but direct. always direct with me.”

“direct,” she repeated like a vow. her hand found yours again, thumb tracing your knuckles. “i can do direct.”

shift 112 - the threshold

rain hammered the pittsburgh streets as you walked her to her apartment door. months of late night diner runs, quiet confessions in call rooms, hands brushing more deliberately now. mel had grown bolder, “stay five more minutes. hold my hand. kiss me goodnight if you want to.”

tonight she stopped on the welcome mat, keys in hand, and looked at you with that focused intensity she usually reserved for tricky diagnoses.

“i want you to come inside,” she said, voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. “i want to kiss you without worrying about pagers or tomorrow’s rounds. and i want… more, eventually. when we’re ready. but right now, i just want you close.” you stepped into her space, heart thudding. “then i’m coming inside.”

the door clicked shut behind you. mel’s hands found your waist, hesitant at first, then surer as you leaned in. the kiss was soft, searching, the kind that promised the slow unraveling of everything good. no more hints. just the two of you, learning the language of what you both wanted.

outside, the city kept bleeding and healing. inside, dr. mel king was learning she didn’t have to hint at happiness. she could reach for it directly. and you were right there to meet her.

written by: @snoopymelking

hawkins never really sleeps anymore. even at night, when the streets are quiet and the houses go dark, the ground hums faintly beneath your feet, like the town itself is holding its breath. you sit on the steps of the wheeler house with your jacket pulled tight, staring at the sky and waiting for something to go wrong.

it always does.

steve harrington paces behind you, boots scraping against concrete. he’s been doing that for the last ten minutes, running a hand through his hair, stopping just short of saying whatever’s clearly eating at him.

robin notices before you do. “okay,” she says, leaning against the railing. “you’re either about to confess to a crime or throw up. which is it?” steve shoots her a look. “neither.”

“that’s not comforting.”

nancy is inside with dustin and lucas, maps spread across the table, arguing quietly about fault lines and energy surges. max rests on the couch nearby, cane propped against the armrest, listening more than she speaks.

the group is tense. wired. everyone feels it. you finally stand, turning toward steve. “what’s wrong?” his jaw tightens. “you shouldn’t be coming tomorrow.” there it is. you stare at him. “i’m sorry?”

“it’s not like before,” he says. “the gates are unstable. nancy thinks one of them might collapse completely.”

“and?” you reply. “so we’re careful.” steve exhales sharply. “that’s not the point.” robin groans. “oh my god, here we go.” steve ignores her, eyes locked on you. “you stay behind. with max.”

your chest tightens. “no.”

“it’s not a discussion.”

“that’s funny,” you say coldly. “because it sounds like one.”

his voice drops. “i’m serious.”

“so am i.” you step closer. “you don’t get to bench me because you’re scared.”

his expression flickers, fear, yes, but something deeper too. something desperate. “i can’t lose you,” he says. the words hit harder than you expect.

robin looks between you, suddenly very interested in the clouds. somewhere inside, dustin’s voice rises in frustration. the house creaks.

“you don’t get to decide who gets hurt,” you say quietly. “that’s not how this works.” steve’s hands clench. “i know how this works. people die.”

“and you think throwing yourself in front of everything fixes that?”

“i think it keeps you alive.”

silence.

then nancy appears in the doorway. “we need to move. the energy readings are spiking near lover’s lake.” steve nods immediately. “i’ll go.”

“so will i,” you say. “no,” he snaps. you turn to nancy. “i’m going. nancy studies you for a moment, then looks at steve. “we need everyone.”

steve’s mouth opens, closes. he looks at you like he’s already losing something. the woods near lover’s lake are wrong. the air is colder than it should be, thick with rot and ozone. the ground crunches beneath your boots, blackened patches spreading outward like veins.

dustin’s scanner chirps nervously. “uh, guys?” a low sound rolls through the trees. steve moves instantly, stepping in front of you without thinking. his bat is already in his hands.

you grab his jacket. “don’t.” he doesn’t look at you. “stay close.” the ground splits open. something crawls out, tall, skeletal, its limbs bending at impossible angles. its mouth opens wider than it should, a sound tearing out of it that makes your ears ring.

lucas fires first. chaos erupts. you swing hard, adrenaline screaming through your veins. robin shouts something you can’t hear. nancy reloads, steady and sharp. steve fights like he always does, reckless, brutal, determined. too determined.

the creature lashes out, vines whipping through the air. one catches steve around the waist and yanks him off his feet. “steve!” you scream. he slams into a tree, breath knocked from his lungs. before anyone can reach him, the ground beneath him collapses.

he’s gone. the world tilts. “no,” you whisper. you don’t think. you don’t hesitate. you jump.

the fall is shorter than you expect but harder. stone and rot scrape your palms as you hit the floor of the gate, the upside down bleeding into the edges of reality. steve is a few feet away, struggling to stand, blood soaking into his shirt. relief hits you so hard it hurts.

then the creature drops in after you. “get behind me,” steve rasps. you laugh, a sharp, broken sound. “not happening.”

together, you fight. it’s messy and terrifying and painful. steve takes a hit meant for you. you return the favor. the world shakes as the gate destabilizes, walls cracking, light pouring in from above.

finally, with a scream and a last desperate strike, the creature collapses. silence. steve drops to his knees.

you’re at his side instantly, hands shaking as you press against his wound. “you scared the hell out of me.” his breath is shallow. “you weren’t supposed to come.”

“you left me,” you snap, tears burning. “you don’t get to decide when i stop loving you.” he laughs weakly. “i was trying to protect you.”

“if loving you destroys me,” you say, voice breaking, “then so be it. but you don’t get to make that choice for me.” his eyes meet yours, soft, devastated, full of something unspoken. “i love you,” he says.

the gate trembles. robin’s voice echoes from above. “hey! romantic confessions later!” you both laugh, breathless and shaking. they pull you out just in time.

weeks later, hawkins is quiet again. the gates are sealed. the ground is still. steve’s scars heal slowly, yours do too.

one evening, you sit on the hood of his bmw, watching the sunset bleed gold across the sky. steve stands between your knees, hands resting lightly on your hips like he’s still afraid you might disappear.

“you staying?” he asks softly. you cup his face. “yeah.” he exhales, tension leaving him all at once. “good,” he says. “because i don’t want to love you alone.” you smile. “you won’t.” and for once, hawkins lets you keep that promise

written by @bluntkeery