⣠she/her. 19. college student. certified crybaby. lover of all women and sometimes nerdy men.
⣠i created this mostly so i could reblog things i liked and ramble about my latest hyper fixation (currently yellow jackets and arcane) but i also write a little!!
⣠my requests and asks are always open for new friends but please be respectful and kind <3
⣠this blog is 18+ only because i might write smut or reblog explicit material. so minors dni please!!
hi queen!! i saw you were writing for the pitt!! and i would loveeeee if you could write a Parker Ellis fic đž i was thinking maybe leaning into a service top aspect ahhh whatevrr you want!! thank you sm đđđ
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a/n: thank you so much for the request, this is a bit rushed and also written mostly at midnight but iâm working on a longer jack abbot fic rn that i should have out soon!! also i am in no way a medical expert or know how any medical scheduling or procedures work, so if anything is unrealistic, please disregard! also didnt really proofread very well i kinda just skimmed, so im so sorry if there are any mistakes! as always, my requests are open and very welcome!!! also lmk if anyone wants a continuation of this!
pairing + warnings: service top!parker ellis (sort of?) x girlfriend!reader, includes mention of medical cases and everything that comes along with those and smut ( fingering, reader being eaten out, slight overstim but she's pretty nice about it ) so if you aren't comfortable reading those topics, then please skip!
having a girlfriend who worked night shift wasnât for the weak of heart. unless of course, you worked the same exact shift just on a different floor, then it was quite easy, really. working night shift can be disorienting for anyone. going into work in the dark and coming out to light always messes with your head a little, no matter how much you try to get used to it, but it helped a bit going home with someone who understood your schedule. although you mostly worked on the same days, there were a few outlier shifts where one of you would go into work while the other would have a single night off between shifts, and this happened to be one of those nights.
itâs not like you didnât enjoy having an off night. it allowed you to watch the shows youâd been meaning to catch up on, and time to catch up on household chores you had been putting off all week. but when you work night shifts all week, itâs hard to change your schedule for one day and attempt to sleep when you are usually working, and without your girlfriend at that. and with parker being home from about 6 pm at night to 6 am the following morning, itâs not exactly like there were very many public things open to occupy your sleepless night. so like usual, you were just spending your night wandering around the house till parker got home, so you two could fall asleep together.
it was around four in the morning, and you were in the middle of wiping down the kitchen table, one of the housewives series blasting on the living room TV as your background noise, when suddenly you could hear the familiar jingle of the front door unlocking. your eyes flick over to the clock displayed on the microwave to double-check the time, thinking perhaps the hours had slipped away from you amidst your cleaning, but your stomach drops a bit when you realize that it wasnât even close to the time your girlfriend was expected to be home. but you didnât have much time to dwell on your anxiety before you could hear the door open, and within seconds, the voice of your girlfriend was calling out a little, "baby, where are you?"
you immediately release the little breath you didn't realize you were holding until then, before tossing aside your rag. you take a few steps until you're around the wall separating your kitchen and living room, and you can see parker sliding off her shoes in the foyer. you take a moment to watch as she shrugs her coat and bag off, sliding them over a decorative ottoman before you whisper out a little "what happened? are you okay?" you didn't need to ask why she was home early at the moment, you knew the center well and knew there was no good reason she would be two hours early from her shift. and you could already tell from the little familiar furrow in her brow and the way she was basically ripping her work shirt off, so she was only the gray tank top she wore underneath, that whatever had happened had more than pissed her off.
"had a family who fucking-they fucking refused treatment on their kids- their little fucking five year olds-highly infected eye because they didn't believe in intervening with a 'set plan' whatever the fuck that means" parker basically spits out, her eyes glued to the door as she relocks it and latches the top lock. "took us three hours to convince them to not just leave and go home and to at least let us transfer them to a faith based faclity a few miles down. i mean, their kids' eyes at least going to be fucked up for life, and they'll be lucky if he doesn't lose it, or worse at this point." you could hear how bothered she was by the way she was gritting her words out slightly, like she was reliving the anger she felt in the moment. you didn't say anything, just stood there waiting, you knew she would explain. she always did.
parker took a few moments to press her palms to her eyes, taking a breath before huffing and letting her hands fall back to her sides as she looked up at you. "i flipped the fuck out on the dad, and shen sent me home." you weren't surprised. you knew how bothered she got about these sorts of cases, ones where children suffered due to the actions of their parents. "honestly ,if one of the HR reps had been down there when it happened i probably would have gotten worse than just sent home early, im sure the whole floor heard what i said." your girlfirend continued, sinking into the corner of your couch as she did so.
"im sorry, honey" you immediately cooed, taking the few short steps until you were standing right in front of where she was sitting "what can i do to make you feel better?" you knew your girlfriend better than anyone, and you knew that she was much more frustrated by these parents than she was upset at being sent home. you also knew that when she had frustrating days like this, she didn't want you to immediately press her to talk about her feelings or the thoughts running through her head, she would much rather be offered some sort of distraction and time to process, and she would come to you when she was ready. so instead, when times like this came about, you just tried to be there in any way you could be, anyway she wanted you to be.
after a few seconds, you hesitantly reach down to her belt, eyes flicking up to hers to ask for permission, when suddenly your wrist is being grasped by her and being pinned to her thigh instead. you suck in a small breath at the speed of her actions and instantly go to apologize, thinking you had misread her mood and offended her by offering something she would usually be ecstatic about. but before you could utter your words, a little "please" was leaving parkers lips. "please. every case i've had tonight got away from me in some way, i only saw three cases all the way to discharge and two of them ended badly. so please." her hand moves from pining down your wrist to cupping your face in moments, "please, just let me see something through i know i can do well"
you couldn't even ask what she meant before she was adjusting your positions till she was no longer sitting on the couch but kneeling beside it, while you were lying back against the back cushions, your legs spread slightly to give her room to get between them. her hands were running slowly up and down your thighs, teasing the edge of the loose pajama shorts you were wearing whenever she reached them, but didn't slip her fingers below the fabric yet. her eyes flick between her movements and your face, waiting for permission to take over this little interaction. which of course you grant her, giving her a breathy "whatever you want." your consent is immediately rewarded by her thumb brushing past your shorts. ellis had been expecting to find your panties, only to be met with her thumb brushing straight across your clit. the motion made your hips buck into her hand, which only made her give you a small chuckle and use the hand not currently running back and forth over you to hold your hips down to the plush couch.
"whatever i want?" she muses, "thats a lot of power, baby, you must really trust me." the hand that had pushed your hips back down was now trailing up the oversized t-shirt you were sporting. when it reached your breast, she began to knead it softly, thumb rubbing over your nipple to see it peak, before she went back to just massaging you. you knew she was looking for reassurance, for you to tell her you trusted her with this, with you. "more than anyone in the world," you respond almost instantly, not giving her mind a second to wander to self-deprecating thoughts. you can see the praise gives her confidence with the way her back relaxes slightly, but her grip on you tightens.
"gonna take these off, 'kay?" parker murmers, more so giving you a warning than asking, because she doesn't wait for a response before she was gripping the hem of your shorts and yanking them down to reveal your already glistening pussy. "why're you walking around here with no panties on, huh?" she teases, giving your clit the lightest little smack before her thumb goes back to rubbing circles around it, too slow to work you up too much, which she knew very well. "its like you were waiting for me to do this." her voice comes out quiet and low, and she wasnt focused on your face anymore but instead she was locked into the way you were twitching underneath her hands, hips squirming as if you wanted to escape but at the same time pressing up for more. parkers hand not rubbing over your clit trails down to your entrance, her index finger running over it. she just sits there for a moment, hands working over you, before leaning in until her nose is bumping against your ear and letting out a little "gotta get you all ready for me so it doesn't hurt when i fuck you later."
her words are so casual, it makes you flush, and they are accompanied by her sliding her index finger slowly into you. she gives you a second to adjust to the feeling, the circles on your clit becoming a tad harder to make up for the small stretch you were likely feeling. "shh, sweetheat, i know, just give it a second, baby," she whispers sweetly as she begins to pump her finger in and out of you, causing your breath to hitch and your hand to grip onto her tanktop for some stability.
she continues to finger fuck you, slowly adding in fingers until you were stretched and whining around 3 of them. when she felt you were adequately prepped for her later on, her fingers began to slow down until she had a slow, steady rhythm going, one that gave you the stretch you were so desperately craving, but not fast or deep enough to make you cum. when you realized she had slowed down a bit, you began to whine out a "parker what-why-" in protest, only to be cut off by her fingers sliding out and delivering another little slap, this time over your entire cunt.
"i know what i'm doing," parker says, her tone firm and steady, in a way that made your mouth immediately fall shut "i don't need your input, just lie back and let me make you feel good."
and of course you do, who wouldn't?
ellis keeps eye contact for a second, looking for any sort of protest from you, before her fingers slide back inside you and begin to pump that steady slow pattern again. she sits back on her knees for a moment, watching the way you were stretched around her, before pressing forward and going in on your clit. her lips latching on and not giving you a moment to breathe as she worked you. with the fingers inside of you as well as the continuous stimulation against your clit had you writhing with pleasure. your hands tangled in parkers hair as you try to hold back and try to breathe through your moans, not wanting to cum too fast.
almost as if she could sense you were holding back on her, parker pulled back only to huff a, "god, even you're being stubborn today, huh?" against you before diving right back in, this time suckling on your clit even harder, her fingers pounding into you at a faster pace, as if to push you over the edge as quickly as possible.
and it worked. within the span of seconds, you were being pushed over the edge, that knot that had been building in your stomach snapping with a hot fury that left you squirming.
it took a few seconds for you to float back down from the high the climax gave you. and as you did parker continued to pump into you slowly, letting you ride it out for as long as possible. and when you had caught your breath, she was slowly pulling away from you and slowing the fingers inside you down to a stop before pulling them out entirely.
you both sit there for a moment, your girlfriend's non-soaked hand finding your head and wiping a bit of sweat from the edge of your forehead before leaning in to give you a tiny kiss over the spot she just wiped. but when you go to sit up, you are met with that same hand pressing you gently back down into the couch,
"i said i was getting you ready, did i not?" parker asks softly, her tone slightly condescending as she presses herself up from where she was kneeling. she takes a second to run her hand over your thigh, giving it a few comforting squeezes before she stands completely.
"when i get back, i want you ass up on that couch" parker says simply, before turning on her heel and heading towards your bedroom.
heyy i know itâs been genuinely ages since iâve posted on this account but with my senses yet being over i have so much more free time and have also gotten really really into the pitt since ive been home and i am wanting to get back to writing so if you have any requests for the pitt, or yellowjackets, or anything really please send them my way!!!
Lottie x fem reader where reader has a panic attack ?
Pre crash
nerves
a/n: itâs been forever since iâve written something but im taking requests again (not just for yellowjackets)
you hated these pep rallyâs. even after three years of being on the team, you still hadnât gotten used to having to stand infront of that many eyes and act like you werenât internally freaking out.
thatâs why you now found yourself on the cold tile of the locker room floor. the hard locker behind you was digging into your back in a way that would normally make you wince, but at the moment you were too concerned with trying to catch your breath that you hardly noticed at all.
all of the other girls had already gotten completely ready and were now waiting in the hallway that lead into the gymnasium. there was always a boring half-an-hour period where the principle would ramble on and on about things that were completely unrelated to the actual pep rally itself. honestly he probably just enjoyed hearing himself talk, because he had to have known that no one else was listening.
you had been preparing to head to the hallway to. hands trying to quickly finish the small bee youâd been attempting to draw on your cheek using some face paint that laura lee had generously shared. the cheery blonde was always the one to bring fun things to practices or games, always jumping at the opportunity to braid in some ribbon to someoneâs hair or offering up her glittery body mist. thatâs one thing you admired about her, always eager to help.
suddenly you felt that familiar panic creeping into your chest. you should have known this was going to happen. you had been overthinking since the second you stepped into the locker room. all the the usual chatter amongst the girls, that would normally put you at ease before games, was blocked out by your own racing thoughts as you silently got ready.
you hadnât even noticed you were the only one left in the locker room untill you had stumbled your way into the corner, knowing that being on the ground would help. it wasnât until you were searching the room with your eyes, wanting to call for help, wanting to warn someone, that you realized that you were all alone. or so you thought.
you only had a split moment to begin to panic, your breath hitching as your eyes flocked over the empty room, before a soft hand gripped your chin and you were suddenly eye to eye with charlotte matthews.
âhey, hey look at me-hey-no look at meâ your attempt to turn your head back towards the empty room infront of you was stopped by her soothing redirection, her brown eyes peering into yours and holding nothing but compassion and kindness. âyou have to breathe, i know-hey-i know itâs hard but you have to tryâ
her quiet cooing is accompanied by her thumb running feather light circles over the base of your jaw, her eyes flickered between you and your labored breathing. you and lottie werenât particularly close, while the quiet girl was kind to most people she wasnât the type to hang out outside of school and soccer and you two didnât have many shared classes together. but she was looking at you like you were the most valuable piece of china on earth at the moment, like she had known you all her life.
she placed a hesitant hand on your chest, like she was afraid she was damage you if she did and her other hand found your own from where it was currently attempting to grip the hardwood floor, your fingers just trying to find something, anything, to ground you at the moment. she guides your hand to rest gently against her sternum, your hand against her warm skin.
and without words lottie starts to breathe, slow and deep, steady.
she doesnât rush you or attempt to quiet your oncoming sobs, she only brushes away your tears as they roll down your cheeks and presses your fingers just a tiny bit firmer against her skin so you could clearly feel each breath she took.
eventually your body calmed down enough for you to copy her breathing, your erratic hiccups slowing into steady shaky sniffles which pulls a soft smile onto lottieâs lips. it hadnât been quick, you had most definitely missed almost the entirety of the pep rally by now and there is no way they didnât notice your absence. but never once did lottieâs eyes stray from you, never once did she move until you were able to shakily pull yourself up onto your feet.
there were no words shared after that, not after coach ben came bustling in, eyebrows furrowed and likely about to start scolding us for missing the pep rally just to be stopped in his tracks when he sees the state of your teary face and shaky body. he had quickly rushed you to the nurses office, not even asking for an explanation, who let you rest your now exhausted body on their mat until you were able to go home for the day.
but you didnât need words to see how that moment had changed your view of the tall brunette. and you didnât need words to see how lottieâs eyes now almost never strayed from you during practice, how her soft smiles always find you from across the field. while you couldnât quite grasp what changed in the way she looked at you, you more than eager to eventually find out.
thinking about season three shauna with a crybaby readerâŠ..
warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing
a/n: first drabble on this account!! i havenât written in literally months so sorry if this is rusty also the ending is a little rushed đđ but my requests are open, so pls pls send them in!!
shauna couldnât stand you. she couldnât stand your perpetually wobbly lip or your constantly teary eyes. she couldnât stand the little almost silent whines you let out when you were upset or overwhelmed. she couldnât stand the way that you still resorted to tears after everything, everything that they had been through out here, what you had been through. but here you were, still blubbering over every inconvenience. but most of all she couldnât stand the fact that every time she saw a tear drip down your cheek, her heart clenched in a way that made her chest ache. fuck
it didnât help that your hut, that you shared with gen and robin, was almost right next to hers. that after especially âhardâ days, ones where the team had been arguing or one of the animals had to be slaughtered for meat, she could hear your sniffles and hiccups through the thin stick walls. gen and robin tried to help of course, tried to be supportive, but nothing could ever really console you. you would only stop long enough for gen and robin to presumably go to sleep before shauna would hear those familiar little weeps start up again.
when shauna was finally put in charge, she used this new found power as an opportunity to shut you up herself. she was tired of hearing your fucking whining at night, of seeing you wiping at your eyes. at least thatâs what she told herself. it had nothing to do with the pang in her lower stomach everytime she hears your breath hitch, or sees your eyes glaze over with tears. nothing to do with the way her hand with drift down between her thighs some nights, thinking of you looking at her with that same look. nope. nothing at all.
it only took one day of her being in charge before she heard the sound of voices in the hut next to hers, followed by a hiccup of yours. she could tell right away that you were crying, and she knew it likely had to do with coach benâs death. you were in the collective that believed that he would lead the team home in some way, that he was the bridge. so natalieâs actions had just wrecked you.
shaunaâs face morphed into a small smirk at the sound and she is immediately making her way out of her own hut and into yours. you were sitting on your makeshift bed with robin on one side of you, rubbing your back comfortingly while gen paced around, actively talking about something. the presence of your new leader at the entrance of your hut drew all of the attention in the room, even your sniffles silencing as you looked up to meet the eyes of the girl.
âget upâ shauna grumbled, eyes glued on you. her hand flicked out, making a âcome hereâ motion with two of her fingers. it was almost condescending the way she called, as if she knew that there was no way you could refuse. which really, could you?
you were confused by the sudden command, who wouldnât be. but it was shauna, everyone knew better to refuse her wishes. especially now that lottie had put her in power. your legs were wobbly as you stood up and hesitantly took a few steps forward. before you could question her, shaunaâs calloused hand was wrapping around your wrist and giving a tug, turning on her heel.
she gave you no time to protest, to think even, before she was dragging you the few feet into her own hut. âshauna wh-â you go to ask but before you can a hand is pressing over your mouth, pushing you against the hut wall with a soft thump. âshut the fuck upâ shauna huffs, but the way her thumb rubs under your eye is nothing but gentle. a complete contrast to her harsh words. âi hear your every night, you know?â she continues, taking a step closer until her chest was pressing against yours, crowding you against the wall. but it wasnât suffocating, instead it was almost comforting, grounding. âdo you know how aggravating it is to listen to your sniffles every night while iâm trying to fucking sleepâ
you go to say something but all that comes out is muffled vibrations against her hand. âshushâ shauna grunts, but her hand drops from your mouth opting to instead rest it on your hip. the warmth of her palm against your stomach, exposed from the way your tank top had ridden up, causes a heat to spread in your abdomen. your thighs clench involuntarily, the action not going unnoticed by shauna. but surprisingly she chooses not to comment on it, the only acknowledgement being the way the corner of her mouth quirks up. âwhat are you always crying for anyways?â her voice was a hum as her eyes flick over your face âyou have nothing to cry about. i know you donât.â she knows because she made sure of it, always keeping a watchful eye on the interactions you were having, especially these past few weeks. she made sure you had everything you needed, in her own way.
âthereâs always something to cry aboutâ your answer came out mumbled and breathy as your eyes flick down to where her hand was on you. maybe you didnât really have an answer, maybe you were just emotional, sensitive, or maybe there was something more. you knew shauna wasnât looking for a real answer, not right now at least. and your suspicion was proved correct by the way her hand trails down a little farther until it was right against the waistband of your worn pajama pants.
âmmm you need someone to make you feel better, huh?â the brunette asks, her voice taking on a cooing tone that makes your face burn and your core clench. fuck. you couldnât believe you were getting this worked up over shauna shipman. âmaybe that way we could both get some fucking sleep.â her hand pushes past your waistband and she is pushing two fingers against your clit before you had a chance to respond. your words were swallowed by a gasp as your eyes fluttered shut automatically, hips bucking to try and meet the new sensation
âohâ shauna chuckles, her eyebrow raising a bit at your eagerness. âyeah you needed this, huh?â her fingers give an experimental circle over your clit which draws a quiet moan from your lips. this wasnât particularly surprising to either of you to be honest, there was always tension there. shauna new position had just given her the confidence she needed to make her move.
shaunaâs fingers start to move at a steady pace now as her other hand finds her chin, titling your head forward from where you had allowed it to lull against the hut wall. the touch causes your eyes to snap open to meet hers, and in her brown irises you can see how feral this is making her. how much she had been longing for this.
with your eyes still locked on hers, shaunaâs index finger slips from your clit to your entrance, pushing in halfway. the stretch causes your mouth to fall open and your eyes to burn with the familiar sting of tears. it was like you could see a switch flip in shaunaâs brain when she sees that glassy look start to build. in an instant she was plunging her finger fully in, giving you only a few moments to adjust before pulling it out and pushing in right back in. she starts at a relentless pace, and even though it was only one finger it still set every single one of your nerves on fire. âyou gonna cry?â she mocks, leaning her head in until her nose was resting on the tip of your ear, her mouth brushing the lobe as she whispers out a ânothing new.â
another finger was added, her thumb still moving relentlessly on your clit. you hadnât been touched like this in god knows how long, especially with this intensity. it didnât take long before you could feel a coil forming in your stomach. shauna could tell you were getting close from the way you were clenching down on her fingers, like you never wanted her to slip out. âthis is all it takes, really?â shauna canât pass up the opportunity to mock how fast you were on the edge, but her pace doesnât let up.
she pulls back so she could look at you, eyes locked on yours as she surveys the wetness pooling in them, right on the edge of rolling down. her thumb presses down hard on your clit and that coil in your stomach bursts with a choked moan. the tears finally slipping down your cheeks as you cum. yeah shauna could definitely get used to those tears.
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