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private practice | ellie's undoing.
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video title | 'ellie's forced orgasm treatment'
video description | 'sweet little ellie might just have the tiniest clit dr. ari has ever seen. to prep her for her forced orgasm treatment, he uses a precision pump to grow the itty bitty nubbin to a more manageable size. as the machine milks the patient's clit, the doctor stretches out her tiny bottom with a gloved finger, reveling in the way she cries so pathetically at the unwanted penetration. once her clit is nice and swollen, the pump is removed and a clamp is applied to keep the knot of flesh exposed. dr. ari chooses one of his favorite tools to administer ellie's orgasm treatment: a vibrating brush designed for the clit combined with his patented warming paste, alongside a larger plug to properly stuff her abused little bottom. with expert care, he scrubs the patient's clit while working the plug inside her burning hole, building her up to a powerful orgasm right there on the exam table. poor little ellie wails as she squirts all over dr. ari's hands and tools, earning lots of praise from the proud doctor.'
participants | dr. ari levinson, ellie [regressed patient]
warnings | unambiguous NONcon: crying, resisting, pleading. nswf age regression/play. medfet elements: clinical setting, exam table, stirrups, restraints, gloves, sex toys used as "medical instruments." clit focus: pump, clamp, the dreaded brush returns >:D, warming paste. (virgin) anal play: fingering, plug. squirting forced orgasm. mocking, degradation, humiliation, praise. (basically) no aftercare.
word count | 2,342
Can I just say I HATE the repeated trope in media where a woman who previously had an abortion now struggles with infertility/cant get pregnant/miscarries.
Like stop implying that theres some sort of cosmic consequences/karma to thier abortion
Still Got the Blues.
pairing â¶ addison montgomery x fem!reader.
synopsis â¶ years after leaving New York behind, a celebrated pediatric á neonatal surgeon collides with the one person she never stopped loving. Addison Montgomery was never supposed to be part of the plan again, but some wounds donât heal just because you walk away.
you donât outrun love. you just put oceans, time zones, and operating rooms between yourself and its echo. some loves donât end. they hibernate. and when they wake up, they might heal just as much as they hurt.
warnings â¶ angst, slow burn, mutual pining, unresolved romantic tension, emotional hurt á comfort, friends to lovers, domestic abuse ïč abortion ïčreferencedïčcanon character reinterpretation, suggestive dialogue and flirting. no use of y/n. edited in the slightest.
authorâs note â¶ please mind the warnings. some difficult topics are referenced, including past abuse and infidelity, though nothing graphic is depicted. this is a slow, emotionally heavy burn, and feelings are very much the point. that said, there is tenderness here. soft moments. hands held in hospital corridors. love spoken too late, and maybe not late at all.
Amelia + never being able to fucking sitâą

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Scavenger Hunt
Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader warnings: smut, kinks talked about/explored, fingering and oral, squirting. Could be set anytime, honestly, i dunno. I kinda picture it college roommates/friends, or like, her PP, kinda messy era, but it could also be more current. picture what you'd like. 3.5k
It was your mistake, leaving Amelia alone in your room while you ran downstairs to pay for the takeout, you were more than well aware of that. It was days like this you hated the fact that you had roommates, otherwise you would have been watching the movie in the living room like normal people. Instead, the two of you often got cozy on your bed, probably a little too close together considering it was a queen but there was always someone toeing the line, pushing the boundary, wondering just how far they could go until the tension snapped. Youâd been pretty confident that line might just snap tonight, that things were going fabulously well, until you stopped in the doorway and Amelia had moved from your bed.Â
ADDISON & AMELIA
in Private Practice 5.04
The Giver (she gets the job done)
TWs: pretty graphic sex
You decide to complain to your best friend, Amelia, about your unsatisfactory sexual history with men. And in doing so, make her extremely determined to show you how good sex can be. Oh, and that youâre not as straight as you thought.
(F/F, Amelia Shepherd x femreader, best friends to lovers type beat but also this is just straight smut with no romance, 2.4K words)
You huffed as you sat down on the couch, throwing your head dramatically on the back of it. You always were known for having flair. Amelia walked into the lounge and chuckled as she saw you star-fishing on the couch, clearly annoyed.
âWhatâs up your ass?â She hummed, walking over to the coffee machine.
âNot enough.â You murmured back, draping an arm over your face.
You heard her snicker by the coffee machine. âWow.â
âI miss sex.â You huffed and picked your head back up, watching as she made her way around the couches to sit on the one opposite you, sipping her coffee. âThe good kind.â You continued, then chuckled humourlessly. âNot that that kind even exists. Seriously, why canât one guy make me come? Not one! Itâs ridiculous.â
Amelia was just smiling knowingly, sat there, almost looking amused. She sighed and leaned back, clearly entertained by your first-world problem. âYou ever tried being with a woman?â
Your eyes widened and you let out a shocked, slightly bewildered laugh. âIâm not gay.â
âYou would be.â
âI would be?â You were a little offended.
âYeah.â She shrugged and smiled. âYou donât feel satisfied with men. A woman knows how to get the job done. Why do you think I only started to date women after sleeping with one?â
You let out another chuckle. âBecause youâre actually queer. Iâm not. Trust me, I know.â
âYouâve never tried it.â
âYeah but I donât have to try it to-â
âYouâd so easily fall into queerness if you had sex with a woman.â
You scoffed. âWhat evidence do you have for that?â
âIf no man has ever, ever made you come⊠not even the hottest one youâve been with⊠then the problem isnât with their technique, itâs with their⊠maleness.â
You raised an eyebrow.
She chuckled and continued. âSeriously. Try sleeping with a woman. Just once. Canât be worse than the sex youâve already had right?â
That got your interest. Because it was true. Youâve had some pretty terrible sex, and nothing could really beat the one time a guy put it in the wrong hole and kept going. (Ouch).
You sighed and rubbed your face.
âOh and just look at yourself.â
âWhat?â You picked up your head, a frown of confusion crossing your features.
She gestured to you. âLook at how youâre sat and tell me youâre a straight woman.â
You slowly adjusted the man-spread you were comfortably showcasing into a more ladylike position by crossing one leg over another, but you were blushing by the truth of that statement.
You thought for a moment, as Amelia sipped her coffee. Then, relenting a little, you clicked your tongue and spoke. âOkay, but where would I find a woman to sleep with anyway? I need someone whoâs okay with it being my first time, and is okay with being used as an experiment, and isnât weird or unattractive or inexperienced or-â
âYouâre looking at her.â Amelia smirked.
Your heart stuttered for a second. âNo.â
âNo?â She chuckled. âOh come on, Iâm the perfect girl. Iâm experienced, you trust me, I know everything I need to know, and well⊠Iâm pretty hot.â
You considered it. For a moment. âNo! No! No, absolutely not. Youâre- no. No. No. End of. No.â
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The back of your head collided with the wall as Amelia pushed you up against it, her lips attached to yours in a heated, messy kiss. You moaned into her mouth, your hands climbing up her shirt.
Okay.
So you initially said no. And you meant it. But you thought about it. And thought about it. And you realised you were kind of desperate for sex. Desperate enough to sleep with your best friend anyway. What was the point of resisting when Amelia was so clearly down?
You expected it to feel awkward, but the second her lips met yours, a prickle of fire erupted across your skin. One you hadnât felt⊠maybe ever.
And now here you were, with Ameliaâs hands under your top, her mouth on yours.
Her lips trailed off to the side, kissing along your jaw. And damn, her lips were soft. You threw your head back against the wall with a soft thud, a moan leaving your lips. You barely started, and you already felt yourself dripping steadily into your underwear. You blamed it on being desperate for sex. Not because you were gay. Because you werenât.
She kissed down your neck and you grasped at the skin of her back, your legs starting to shake. âAmelia-â your strained voice managed to breathe out, because you were aching badly for it.
âI know.â She murmured into your neck, before pulling back, and taking you towards her bedroom as clothes started to come off. She pushed you onto the bad, so you were sat on the edge of it, and she straddled your lap. Your hands were shaking at an embarrassing intensity as you tried (and failed) to take her bra off. âDamn it.â You muttered.
She chuckled, and removed her own bra, letting it fall to the floor. All of a sudden, you had boobs in your face. And you got a little bit distracted. They were really nice. She raised an eyebrow at you. âYou still with me, space cadet?â
You blinked yourself back into reality, and another wave of heat washed over you as you remembered what was happening. âYeah.â You breathed out. And you both continued stripping until you were both bare.
You somehow ended up horizontally, although you donât remember how. Your hands glided across her smooth skin, the hair on her body softer than what you were used to with men. Her skin was softer too. And where youâd previously find ridges with men, you found curves with her. All of her was soft. And warm. It was a stark contrast. But one you eagerly took in.
You leaned up and kissed her, hand finding the back of her head. She kissed back, hard. Her tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you parted them to let your tongues gently meet in the middle. You let out a sharp exhale, and heard her almost laugh in response. Her hands trailed up your body before they firmly grabbed your boobs and her thumbs brushed over your nipples. The shot of pleasure that ran through you caused you to arch off the bad in an almost paranormal way. You moaned deeply into the kiss, and she hummed and smiled in appreciation at the sound. You pulled away, panting like a dog. âAmelia, I swear to fucking god.â
She grinned, her nose nuzzling your cheek. âStill straight?â
âShut up and-â but before you could finish, you felt the light but powerful touch of her middle finger running up your folds and clit. You shuddered and started to breathe even heavier, your toes curling.
âGive it to you? Oh I will. As long as you shut up and take it like a good girl.â
That had your mouth shut in surprise (and as much as you hated to admit it, obedience).
But you didnât have much time to think over it before her ring finger joined the mix and she started to circle your clit with slow, but confident motions.
You moaned softly, the sound closer to a whimper than anything. Your head fell back, eyes shutting. You felt her nuzzle your jaw with her nose, before she whispered. âIs this okay?â
The question caught you off guard. No guy had ever asked you anything close to that before. You blinked your eyes up at the ceiling, processing the question. After a few moments, you cleared your throat and spoke, tone equally as soft as Ameliaâs. âUh, yeah. Just⊠slightly bigger circles, maybe?â You blushed at your own words, feeling almost silly for directing your own pleasure like this, after being conditioned to believing itâs not important for so long.
She nodded against your neck, pressing a small kiss under your ear that you felt was a silent expression of âof courseâ, and her fingers broadened their motions a little.
Your hand instinctively reached for her wrist because god⊠you just wanted her to keep going forever. You bit your lip, your brows tensing with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Your head tipped further back, your chest rising and falling.
You couldnât believe it. You were actually being pleasured during sex. The thought alone made you groan.
Then you groaned again, but out of frustration. Because Amelia pulled her hand away. âWhat? I wasnât-â
âI know youâre not finished.â She chuckled as she started to kiss along your collarbones, her fingernails grazing up and down your thighs. âNeither am I.â
The absence of touch made the ache even worse, and you just wanted to whine and cry from frustration. But then you noticed her kisses were moving lower. And lower. She kissed between your breasts, then moved to one side. You looked down, hand moving to brush away her hair, when her lips suddenly attached to your nipple. You arched forward, your breath stuttering. âA-ah.â
âMm.â She hummed, her tongue swirling your nipple, making your clit swell and throb to intensities it never had before
âFuck-â you grunted softly, your breaths sharp. âPlease.â
You could tell she liked the plea spilling from your lips, because as she kissed down your stomach, her eyes looked up at you and the twinkle in them told you everything.
It was also positively the hottest thing youâd ever seen. Her hair flipped to one side, mouth busy as she kissed past your belly button, and the wild, pupil-blown look in her blue eyes made a particularly strong rush of electricity run through you. You nearly came at the sight.
Your hand tightened in her hair and you had to look away as she settled between your legs, looking up at the ceiling instead. Because you really didnât want a touch-less orgasm.
She paused for a moment. Not out of hesitation, but because she was studying you. Studying your pussy. Admiring it even. You glanced down, watching as her eyes roamed over it, before her gaze flicked back up to yours.
You gently ran a hand through her hair to signal that youâre ready. She gave you a smile, and leaned in.
The second you felt her tongue lick up, your nerves lit up. The moan that left your mouth was entirely accidental, and your legs shook as they attempted to clamp around her head.
She started off with soft. Slow. Teasing licks. And you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter with each one, your hand repeatedly tightening and relaxing in her hair.
Then she started to lick consistently. And rhythmically. And damn it, her tongue was warm and soft and so very talented. You knew the noises you were making were downright embarrassing, knew that the expression on your face was probably less than perfect, but oh you did not care. Not like you did with men. With men it was always a performance, and you were an actress. But with women? With Amelia? This wasnât acting. This was raw. This was real. And it felt so incredibly natural to you.
It was at about this point that you realised that yeah, you were definitely gay.
And if you didnât know at that point, you wouldâve known the next second when Amelia slid two fingers inside of you without warning, curling against your g-spot as if sheâd been inside you before.
You arched forward, feeling something hot leak down your legs, and moaned loud enough for it to echo off the walls. And speaking of walls, Amelia was kind of a genius at stimulating yours. She was a surgeon. So you knew sheâd be good with her hands, but you were still surprised at how her fingertips were gliding so perfectly, so smoothly against your g-spot. And mixed with the feeling of her equally-as-talented tongue on your clit, you knew you were seconds away. She knew it too. If the trembling of your body and the tension in between your legs was any indicationâŠ
She was gonna get the job done.
You only gave a soft whimper of warning before your whole world came crashing down around you. Youâd had self-inflicted orgasms before, but this was different. This was Earth-shattering.
You felt the dizzying rush of warmth erupt from your very core, spreading outwards, a surging tingle of release moving down your legs and up your torso at the same time. You could swear you felt it in every nerve of your body. You trembled so hard that the entire bed shook as the fireworks went off, unbearable in the best possible way. In fact, it was so all-consuming that you couldnât even breathe the first few seconds, but then you did. And when you did, a breathy, unholy moan left your lips.
And the orgasm just. Kept. Going.
You threw your head back, trying to hold onto any shred of reality, but realising you couldnât, you let go. Which just made the feeling even more intense. You didnât quite scream, but letâs just say your neighbours definitely complained. You didnât think it would ever end.
But then it did. Your body gave a few more convulsing twitches before you relaxed completely, breaths laboured. You felt a little dizzy. No, actually, completely dizzy. Your head was spinning. And the ecstasy gave way to a velvety feeling of relief through your entire body. You couldnât even lift a finger. You sighed, eyes shut. You felt Amelia slow her movements to a stop. You didnât open your eyes but you could hear her licking her own fingers clean, before you felt her move up and next to you.
Your eyes remained closed and you caught your breath slowly, feeling a buzzing sensation in your entire body. Ameliaâs soft fingertips brushed some hair off of your face, and you heard her chuckle. But it wasnât a chuckle of humour, it was a warm chuckle of affection. She spoke after a few moments, you could hear the smile in her voice. âYou okay?â
You sighed again, licking your dry lips. âIâm gay.â
She snickered, taken aback. âOh yeah, that much is obvious.â
You chuckled back, but weakly, because you were still blissed out. You blinked your eyes open, blurry gaze fixing on her.
She smiled down at you, her voice tender. âHi.â
Sighing, and feeling a rush of warm sensation that had nothing to do with sex, you replied with a quiet: âHi.â