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"I've got that dog in me. Y'know, the losing one."
Welcome to yet another one of my sideblogs 🥳 main is ofc @lanawinterscigarettes which is also what I follow back from (and where I write all my x reader fics!!)
Idk this is just something for me to share some random shitposts for The Pitt since that's my current hyperfixation 🤷♂️ plus I've started adding short smutty ramblings too, which'll be tagged under #nsft (also most recently I've decided to open up requests for this page!! My guidlines and rules can be found here 🤗)
For those who don't know me from my main my name is Aeron, but I go by Moss too! I use masc pronouns, mostly he/him as I'm transmasc 💗 I'm also pansexual/demisexual and autistic, plus a selfshipper (though I probably won't talk about that here as I have a whole other blog dedicated to it over at @yumeshipxxlove )
I'm a little shy but I love getting asks!! So you're more than welcome to send some in if you want to 🥰
And for those wondering, I'm in my early 20s, so technically a legal adult (as always idrc if minors are here but if I post anything nsft please don't let me know if you view it or not! Thanks 👍)
Dni: bigots in general (especially terfs and zionists GO AWAY), anyone that can't see the nuance in The Pitt characters (also Trinity Santos haters like that's my bbg 😔💔), idk...people who are disrespectful to other people's ships and favorite characters?? I'm not good at making things like this lol. Just keep it respectful!
Ummm that's about it! If you read this far you deserve a cup of your favorite hot drink (coffee, tea, hot chocolate, etc) ☕️
Look at my nurses dawg I'm gonna make it after all 🥳
I've got a request for a certain ship and I've only ever seen it like one other time.
Dennis x Fem!Reader x Trinity.
Maybe something where reader has endometriosis and started her period while Dennis and Trinity were at work and they come home to find her sick in the bathroom and take care of her?
Dennis Whitaker and Trinity Santos taking care of their shared girlfriend's endometriosis during her period
Cw: fem! reader, Dennis and Trinity share the reader as a girlfriend (but obviously aren't dating each other), descriptions of the reader suffering from awful cramps due to both her menstrual cycle and endometriosis, mentions of nausea + menstrual bleeding (reader also uses pads specifically because idk how tampons or diva cups work ;-;), brief food mention, swearing, hurt/comfort, playful banter
A/n: I love this kind of pairing! hopefully I was able to do the reader's endometriosis justice, looking up stuff on the mayo clinic can only take you so far y'know
Shockwave after shockwave of seemingly never-ending pain rippled throughout your body, originating from your lower abdomen. Specifically, from the reproductive organs that resided there.
You were curled up on the floor of the bathroom next to the toilet, your stomach twisting and turning with nausea that just wouldn't end. That's how bad the pain was, though it was still nowhere near as agonizing as it could've been.
Having endometriosis while also being on your period was so much fun. Seriously.
It certainly didn't help that both of your partners were at work and couldn't take care of you. Even if you were tempted to call them, you didn't want them coming home early when you were certain there were plenty of people in the ER who needed their attention more. This was something you had to keep telling yourself every time a new cramp reared its ugly and torturous head, determined to make you regret not taking painkillers earlier.
The only time you managed to drag yourself up off the floor was to check your pad if it felt too heavy, changing them out as needed before returning to your makeshift seat on the cold tile floor, hunched over the toilet in case the nausea you felt ever led to anything. That was your life for the foreseeable future, it would seem, the monotonous routine of going back and forth from one thing to another, doing your best not to move suddenly as you were worried it might be the thing that caused you to throw up.
That was where Dennis and Trinity both found you later that night once they'd arrived home from work, exhausted after such a long day but elated that they'd finally be able to see you again. That was, of course, until they realized how much you'd been suffering while they were gone, their post-shift relief instantly switching over to concern the moment they saw how agonized you were.
"How long have you been like this before we got here?" Trinity demanded, hoping the brashness of her tone covered up some the worry she felt.
"Mm…I'm not sure," you admitted in a strained voice as you allowed Dennis to help you up off the floor, leaning on him for support with one hand while the other clutched at your stomach. "An hour? Maybe longer?"
You were lying, and they both knew it. Neither of them was stupid--they knew how bad your periods were due to your endometriosis, and the likelihood that you were brushing off your prolonged pain so they wouldn't feel guilty for being gone for so long was pretty high.
"C'mon, let's get you to the bed, okay?" Dennis suggested in a low and soothing voice as he wrapped a steady arm around your waist, Trinity moving to do the same as she stood on your other side so that you'd be sandwiched between them. Once you were successfully in bed, they did everything they could to get you as comfortable as possible: fluffy blankets and pillows, a heating pad, your favorite snacks, whatever they could grab that would possibly make you feel better.
"Anything else you need?" Trinity attempted to sound annoyed, but her semi-stern expression was cracking with every wince that came from you. "Like…I don't know, cuddles, or some shit like that?"
"Did you just voluntarily offer to give physical affection without needing to be begged or bribed first?" Dennis questioned with faux shock, simply snickering when his fellow doctor threw a pillow in his direction as revenge.
"Fuckleberry," she muttered under her breath, cheeks tinted in a rosy hue from her slight embarrassment at being teased. Despite this, she still climbed in the bed with you, not even complaining when you latched onto her like a barnacle. "Really?" She deadpanned when the one not in the bed yet pulled out his phone and began to snap a few pictures.
"What? You look cute together," he insisted, unable to hide his grin as he added, "plus, I can use this as future blackmail."
"As if eating all my avocados wasn't enough," she grumbled, tugging you closer just to be spiteful when he slipped under the blankets on the opposite side.
You just giggled and got comfortable in your spot, the warmth from both the heating pad and your partners making you forget about how much you'd been previously suffering. Even if it still sucked to have to deal with what you did, you couldn't have asked for any better people to help you get through it.
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Barantos x GN!reader where they’re coming home from a long, hard shift together. Everyone is kind of down, but they decompress together and help each other feel better with cuddles <3
Barantos (Baran Al-Hashimi x Trinity Santos) decompressing with their partner after a difficult shift together
Cw: gn! reader, light hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, mentions of having a stressful work day, cuddling
A/n: this idea is so so cute I love it sm 🥺
Your shift that day had been completely and utterly exhausting, more so than most, and there was no doubt that your partners had to be feeling the same way. None of you spoke on the way back home, or even when you finally got there, the silence filled with a shared sense of heartache that only those in your field of work would be able to properly understand.
Baran busied herself with making a cup of tea to ease some of the leftover tension she had built up in her body, while Trinity collapsed face-first onto the sofa without even bothering to take her shoes or coat off beforehand. Wordlessly, you did it for her, removing said items and placing them in the proper spots (coat on the rack, shoes lined up neatly, both by the door where they belonged).
While your partner in the kitchen carefully steeped her teabag into the hot water that'd been poured into a cup, you sat by the one still laying on the sofa, slowly lifting her legs to rest them on your lap. She let out a muffled grunt in response, melting further into the cushions when she felt your hands begin to steadily remove the hair-tie that she had in, your fingers combing through her dark strands and gently massaging her scalp in hopes of relieving the slight headache you knew she had.
Your shared living space was calm, peaceful, the only noise coming from the occasional clinking of spoon against cup and the ticking clock on the wall. It was the complete opposite of what the ER was like, and exactly what was needed after spending over twelve hours in such a crazy environment.
Once Baran had finished her tea and Trinity was bored with trying to suffocate herself with the couch's throw pillows, the three of you retired to the bedroom, changing out of your scrubs and into much comfier clothes. Your shared weariness was to such an extent that the younger of the two women didn't even bother with a suggestive comment like she usually would given the chance when watching either of you undress.
The three of you fit in the bed like the sun, the moon, and the stars: each one playing different roles, but equally needed and critical to the balance of the relationship. Whispers were shared in a mix of hushed voices, reassurances and comfort that the outside world was not privy to know about. Limbs tangled together, hands and arms and legs meeting in the dark, until your forms were indistinguishable from one another and no one could tell where someone ended and another began.
Fingertips traced bare skin, lips brushing over jawlines, ears pressed to chests as a way to take in the heartbeat that lay there, that proved this was all real and not some strange dream. You were all tired, but the love you felt was able to take away the cruel reminders from the heavy shift you'd dealt with, anguish slowly but steadily being eased the longer you laid there for. Oftentimes, it was difficult to even begin to comprehend how you could possibly make it through some of the things you did, but you knew that you had to believe in a brighter future, one where you could walk away from your job at the end feeling not regretful, but satisfied.
Who knew, maybe a time like that was waiting for you right around the corner. But for the moment, hope was all you had to believe in--hope, and each other. And somehow, that felt like enough.
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hi! i have a request for cassie mckay x f!reader (if you’re not comfortable with that, gn!reader). maybe some fluff and smut with reader having a soft tummy and cassie loving it. thanks in advance king 🥹🙏🏽
Cassie McKay loving on her girlfriend's soft tummy
Cw: fem! reader, both fluff and smut/nsfw content, gentle affirmations, Cassie refers to the reader with a various slew of affectionate petnames, praise kink, body worship, hickeys/marking kink, vaginal fingering (reader receiving), service top! Cassie, mentions of cunnilingus/pussy eating (reader receiving) and bed humping/grinding (Cassie receiving)
A/n: omg I LOVE this idea, and I have no problem with writing this with a fem! reader for you so don't worry! hope you enjoy 🥰🫶
Cassie adored every inch of you, but if she had to pick a favorite part, she'd go with your stomach, no doubt. It was just so soft, so plush and warm. She could never get enough of it.
After spending a long and grueling shift caring for patients, she loved coming home and just planting her face in your tummy, mumbling about how much she'd been missing you all day as her fingers caressed your waist. Sometimes you'd wake up early in the mornings before she got ready for work to find her laying between your legs, practically smothering herself in the natural rolls of your belly, her sleeping expression one of complete and utter peace.
If that wasn't enough to show her appreciation, she also never let you go a day without hearing how devoted she was. "Look at how beautiful you are," she'd coo out while palming at your stomach, fingers splayed out while her hand felt up your pudge. "You're gorgeous, did you know that?" A kiss to your neck, her face nuzzling the sensitive spot behind your ear as her fingers dipped below the waistband of your pants just enough to make you squirm. "My pretty girl. Don't ever change, hm? You're perfect for me."
She preferred to have sex with the lights on, insisting it was so she could better take in your natural beauty. "Aw, just look at you," her voice would murmur out, all raspy from need as she'd gaze down at you with pure hunger in her eyes, pupils blown wide with lust at the sight of your naked form beneath her. "So yummy, and all mine."
Cassie liked to take her time with you, waiting until you were trembling and your breaths were coming out in gasps before finally deciding to devour you whole. She'd place wet and sloppy kisses all along your belly, moaning with delight at the slightly salty taste from the sweat that'd already formed on your skin, her fingers teasing your wet folds the entire time this happened.
You could only whine and beg for more as she'd gently but firmly hold your hips down to keep you from moving, the pad of her thumb brushing over your clit tauntingly as two of her fingers slipped into your drooling cunt, making themselves right at home within the warm and velvety walls. While her fingers started to plunge in and out of you, her mouth would keep itself busy marking up your tummy, teeth carefully nipping at your skin before her tongue would dart out to soothe the area where she'd left a hickey behind, her own way of proving just how much your plush stomach meant to her.
She always had to be touching your belly in some way when having sex, to the point where sometimes she couldn't get herself off properly without it. Likewise, there were cases when all she had to do was shove her face between your thighs and grope your stomach affectionately before cumming, her hips jerking forward to rut against the bed in an effort to chase the high she felt while still diligently eating you out.
Even after it was all said and done, your sweat and other bodily fluids wiped from off your body, Cassie still couldn't stop herself from tracing her fingertips along your stretch marks, cooing out more praising words in a loving tone the entire time. "You're incredible, baby, and I never want a day to go by without you knowing it."
When it came to your relationship, there was never a moment where you felt unloved or as though she didn't put enough into caring for you. Not when she spent every second letting you know how she felt, in the most intimate and adoring of ways.
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Vampire! Trinity Santos becoming interested in mortal! reader after seeing them in a bar
Cw: gn! reader, vampire au, mentions of drinking at a bar + drink spiking, the term "pretty" is used to describe the reader in a gender neutral manner, swearing, light descriptions of murder + gore (and torture lowkey)
A/n: vamp trin just feels so right to me yknow
When Trinity first saw you, it was at some sleazy bar in downtown Pittsburgh. She was cruising the scene, but not for sex--rather, for a meal. Instead, she found you.
The first thing that caught her attention was your laugh, the sound drifting through the air from one of the back corners where you sat with your friends. You were grinning like a moron, obviously already a little drunk, giggling at whatever stupid thing was being talked about at the table.
Her eyes locked onto your form, pupils dilating as she inhaled. Even from across the crowded room, she could smell the sweetness of your blood. Just enough to satisfy a craving without rotting someone's teeth.
She watched as you got up, stumbling around before heading over to the bar's counter where she was. You were even more tantalizing up close, the scent of sweat mixing with your body wash and creating a smell that was right on the edge of being unbearable.
Unfortunately for you, she wasn't the only one to notice just how dazzling you were. Some creep at the other end of the bar ogled and leered as you ordered a few more drinks for you and your friends, slinking over like a predator that was practically foaming at the mouth with hunger.
Her eyes narrowed when he waited until you were distracted again to drop something into your drink, which quickly dissolved after sinking to the bottom. You were far too drunk to notice the now-cloudy look it had to it, making you the perfect prey.
But not for long, she decided, reaching a hand over and smacking the bartop hard enough for the drink to tip over and spill… right in the guy's lap. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry," she gave the apology with a condescending undertone, flippantly tossing a pile of napkins in the guy's direction without a care in the world. "Silly me, I thought I saw a fly."
The guy glared with a stony expression, one that didn't faze her in the slightest. She'd dealt with men far, far worse, including the one who'd turned her in the first place. If a mortal like him thought he was going to get her to back down, he had another thing coming.
"I can order you another one, if you'd like," she offered, finally addressing you directly. "But it might be best if you just decided to call it a night instead. Or at the very least, cut yourself off."
You nodded in agreement at her words, having been mostly unfazed by the spilled drink besides a small pout on your lips (it made you look cute). Trinity doubted that you'd even noticed the guy in the first place.
"I can--hic--give you my number, if you want," you slurred while searching the bar's counter, grabbing a crumpled napkin and stray pen so you could jot down the digits. "You can--hic--call me, or text me, or something, since--hic--since you owe me a drink."
The sight of you batting your eyelashes while watching her with eyes glazed over from alcohol as you shoved the napkin into her hand was enough to make her undead heart skip a nonexistent beat. "Sure thing. I'll do that," she muttered in replied, which caused you to grin from ear to ear before grabbing your friends' drinks and carefully returning to the booth they'd taken up in the corner.
You were far too pretty for your own good.
She looked down at the napkin that'd been given to her, smoothing it out against her palm as she took in your messy handwriting. You'd written your name beneath it, a small heart scribbled at the end.
The corners of her lips quirked up ever-so-slightly, allowing a rare and genuine smile to grace her lips before folding the napkin delicately and placing it in her pocket where it wouldn't be lost. She'd be sure to contact you the next day once your hangover wore off, but for now she had to take care of something.
Something that involved a certain stranger being found in his home later that week, the blood drained from his body and the word "CREEP" carved into his torso. That bastard had chosen the wrong night and the wrong person to fuck with, though she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the sound of his screams.
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Since this is a sideblog I made specifically for The Pitt, that's who I'll be writing for over here! (Though if you ask nicely I wouldn't be opposed to writing for other people on my character list but again it'll be mostly The Pitt stuff lol)
Also the fics here will be shorter than the stuff on my main @lanawinterscigarettes so if you'd like a more full length fic feel free to request it over there!
Any genres are allowed (fluff, smut, angst) and I'll write for relationships that are romantic, platonic/familial, queerplatonic, etc. plus I'm open to AUs! I'm mostly interested in monster/supernatural and medieval/fantasy/royalty AUs but so long as you have a general idea I'd be willing to try it!
I don't mind writing age gaps (whether it be younger!reader x older!character or vice versa) but I DON'T feel comfortable writing stepcest/fauxcest so please don't request it here! (The titles of mommy and daddy themselves I'm okay with though) Other than that I'm pretty flexible when it comes to kinks, if you're curious about whether I'll write for a specific one or not just ask :]
I write for all readers (and just an fyi I will default to gn!reader if you're not specific) but I especially love writing transmasc reader fics!! Those kinds of requests are my favorite and always welcome (and as a chubby/fat person myself I'd also LOVE to get requests for a chubby/fat reader <33)
As for the characters themselves, I'm pretty flexible and will write for pretty much anyone from The Pitt (including poly relationships) HOWEVER I do draw the line at park the shark and ogilvie, sorry. They're just not my jam :[ I don't think I'll have the passion to write for them and therefore probably won't do their characters justice because of this
And finally, DO NOT FEED MY WORK INTO AI UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES OR FOR ANY REASON!! I am strictly against generative AI and it makes me very uncomfortable to imagine someone using my work like that :/
Ummm I think that's about it?? Any other questions, comments, or concerns you may have you're free to ask me about!! I'm a little shy sometimes but I love getting asks \^_^/ also don't worry about spamming my inbox idrc about that, even if I'm a little late with replying trust that it will get done 👍
oh don't mind me, I'm just thinking about victoria slipping off her cute little purple panties and shoving them in robby's mouth so he won't be heard while she's jerking him off in the supply closet. she puts them back on after and makes a comment about how wet they are from his spit, which of course has his already spent cock throbbing once more with need at the thought of her being able to feel that wetness throughout the rest of the day
dennis and trinity wanting their partners to learn to get along so they decide to lock robby and baran in a room together for an undisclosed amount of time. when they return, the two older attendings are sloppily making out and grinding against one another, battling for dominance with each new kiss and every tantalizing movement (though it's obvious from the way that baran's straddling him like she was born to put brats back in their rightful place who's losing)
"well, damn," dennis comments with a low whistle as trinity just watches with shock and awe at how easily robby turns to mush, neither of them having expected this of all things to happen. "I never thought I'd see the day where someone could get him so under control with very little protest as quickly as I can. I'm impressed."
I just know that crashberry would be soooooo smug about having their older coworkers/partners falling at their feet to please them. dennis with jack, victoria with cassie, and both of them with robby, the three doctors wrapped around their little fingers. all they have to do is bat their pretty little eyes and pout a little bit, and they'll get whatever they want (trinity can only partially relate to this as baran keeps her on a firm leash so she doesn't feel the need to become too bratty)
hucklerobvadi with cocky switch victoria who just always has to tease sub robby when he misbehaves and doesn't get to play with her and dom dennis. intentionally making sure her perky breasts jiggle as she bounces up and down on her dom's cock, moaning louder than necessary as she grinds down hard enough so that the pubic hair at the base of dennis' cock bristles against her clit in a way that has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. poor robby forced to do nothing but sit and watch, a cockring or chastity belt on to ensure he can't get himself off.
dennis just smirking as he watches the show, hands grasping firmly onto victoria's hips to help guide her movements on top of him. "there we go, tori, such a good girl for me," he whispers as though it's only meant for her ears, but still making sure it'll be loud enough for robby to hear it. "such a silly girl you are, trying to get michael all worked up when he's been naughty."
she only giggles in response, batting her eyelashes and peering at the blonde with those big doe eyes of hers in a way that has the attending nearby squirming in his seat, whining for attention. "he's sillier than I am for not knowing how to behave," she openly taunts while casting an obvious glance to where robby sits, his expression one of pure agony.
all dennis can do is laugh and shake his head. "such a smart girl. if only he had some of your knowledge, then maybe he'd get rewarded like you do." robby watches like a kicked puppy, wishing he could join them but knowing better than to try anything when he was already on thin ice. he goes to bed later with the worst boner ever and wakes up in the morning to find that he'd came while asleep, which of course results in both dennis and victoria poking fun at him for being so desperate that he creamed the sheets in the middle of the night
