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Between shifts 🏥

tags & warnings:

santos x fem! reader, friends with benefits, hospital sex, public sex risk, closet sex, mutual fingering, nsfw, explicit sexual content, the pitt fanfic, f/f, quickie

1,439 words

The ER had been relentless all evening. You and Santos moved through the chaos like two halves of the same heart. She barked calm orders during a multi car trauma while you anticipated every need, sliding instruments into her gloved hands before she could ask. Your fingers brushed more than once. Each time the contact lingered a fraction longer than professional. Her dark eyes would flick to yours over the patient’s body, and the corner of her mouth would lift in that tiny, knowing smirk that always sent heat rushing straight between your legs.

By the time the board finally slowed, the tension between you felt thick enough to cut with a scalpel. You were both flushed from the adrenaline and the long hours. Santos caught your gaze across the nurses station. She gave you the look. The one that meant now. She tilted her head once toward the dim supply hallway at the far end of the department and slipped away without another word.

You waited exactly thirty seconds, heart already hammering, then followed.

The corridor was quiet and poorly lit. Only the faint red glow of the emergency exit sign at the end gave any light. Santos stood waiting by the heavy door to the deep storage closet. The moment you reached her she grabbed your wrist, pulled you inside, and shut the door behind you with a soft, final click.

Complete darkness swallowed everything.

The small room smelled faintly of sterile gauze and cleaning solution. Shelves pressed in close on both sides, leaving barely enough space for the two of you. Santos backed you against the nearest wall immediately. The cool surface met your back through your thin scrub top. Her body followed, pressing flush against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

No words passed between you. You did not need them.

Her mouth found yours in the dark. The kiss was hot, urgent, and a little rough. Her lips were soft but demanding as they moved against yours. She tasted like the mint gum she always chewed between patients and the coffee she had been drinking all shift. Her tongue slid into your mouth, stroking yours with practiced hunger. You moaned quietly into the kiss, the sound muffled by her lips.

Santos hands wasted no time. She shoved your scrub top up and out of the way, palms sliding over your bare stomach and up to cup your breasts. Her thumbs brushed over your nipples until they tightened into hard peaks. You gasped against her mouth. One of your own hands found the drawstring of her scrub pants and tugged it loose.

She broke the kiss just long enough to speak against your ear, voice low and husky. “Been thinking about touching you since that last trauma. You looked so focused, so fucking competent. It made me wet the whole time.”

You shivered at her words. Your hand slipped inside her pants and under the waistband of her underwear. She was already soaked. Your fingers slid through slick, warm folds and she let out a sharp, quiet gasp that went straight to your core.

Santos mirrored you instantly. Her hand pushed into your own pants, past your underwear, and two fingers dragged slowly through your wetness. The feeling of her fingertips gliding over your clit made your knees weaken. You were just as drenched as she was.

“God, you are always so ready for me” she breathed. Her voice was rough with want. She pressed you harder against the wall, bodies aligned so you could both reach each other easily.

You slid two fingers into her at the same moment she pushed two into you.

The stretch was perfect. Santos was tight and scorching hot around your fingers. Her inner walls clenched down greedily as you sank deeper. She felt silky and slick, every ridge and flutter of her muscles pulling you in. You curled your fingers slightly and she moaned, low and throaty, the sound vibrating against your neck.

At the same time her fingers filled you. The drag of them inside you was exquisite. She pumped slowly at first, letting you feel every inch as she moved in and out. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers sliding through your arousal filled the tiny dark space. Each thrust made a quiet, slick noise that somehow felt louder because of the total blackness around you.

You matched her rhythm. Your fingers moved in and out of her with the same slow, deep strokes. Every time you pushed back in she clenched around you and let out another soft, broken sound. Her breathing grew heavier against your ear. You could feel her hips rocking subtly forward to meet your hand.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You feel so good inside me. So deep.”

Her fingers curled inside you, brushing that perfect spot with every stroke. Pleasure sparked sharp and bright up your spine. You moaned louder than you meant to. The sound echoed softly off the shelves. Santos swallowed the noise with another messy kiss, tongues sliding together while your hands kept working each other.

The pace stayed steady but grew more urgent. You fucked each other with your fingers in the dark, bodies pressed tight, foreheads resting together. Sweat began to bead on your skin. The air in the closet felt hotter, thicker. Every thrust of your fingers into Santos made her walls flutter and squeeze. She was so wet that it coated your hand down to your wrist. The same was true for her. Her fingers made wet, filthy noises every time they plunged back into you.

You added a third finger inside her. She gasped sharply, the sound turning into a low, needy whine. “Yes. Like that. Stretch me.”

She did the same to you, pushing a third finger into you as well. The fuller stretch made your head spin. You could feel how tightly you gripped her fingers. The pressure built fast and heavy in your belly. Santos rubbed her thumb over your clit in tight, slick circles while her fingers kept thrusting. The dual sensation made your thighs tremble.

You circled her clit with your own thumb, feeling how swollen and slippery it was under your touch. Santos moaned again, louder this time, hips jerking forward into your hand.

The sounds you both made filled the tiny space. Soft gasps, broken whimpers, the wet rhythmic slide of fingers moving in and out of soaked heat. Your breathing mixed together, hot and ragged. Every time she hit that spot inside you, you let out a quiet, desperate noise that made her clench harder around your fingers.

“I am so close,” she panted against your mouth. Her voice was wrecked. “Keep going. Just like that.”

You curled your fingers harder inside her, stroking that same sensitive spot while your thumb pressed firmer on her clit. Her walls started to flutter wildly around you. She came first. Her whole body tensed against yours. A long, muffled moan spilled from her lips as she buried her face in your neck. Her inner muscles clamped down rhythmically on your fingers, pulsing again and again while she rode out the orgasm. You could feel every wave, every squeeze, every tremor.

The feeling of her coming around your fingers pushed you over the edge right after. Pleasure crashed through you hard and fast. Your walls clenched tight around her fingers as you came with a sharp, gasping moan. Your hips jerked forward, chasing the sensation. Santos kept moving her fingers slowly through it, drawing out every last pulse until you were shaking and whimpering against her.

You both stayed pressed together for a long moment, fingers still buried inside each other, breathing hard in the dark. The only sounds were your ragged breaths and the faint, wet noises as you finally eased your fingers out of one another.

Santos kissed you again, slower this time, lazy and sated. Her lips were soft and swollen.

“Shift is not over yet,” she whispered against your mouth, voice hoarse. “But later…my place. We are taking our time.”

You nodded, legs still unsteady, the taste of her and the feeling of her still lingering on your fingers and between your thighs.

She helped straighten your scrubs in the dark. Then she cracked the door open just enough to check the hallway.

“Clear,” she murmured. “You go first. I will wait thirty seconds.”

You slipped out on shaky legs, the memory of her moans and the slick heat of her still burning through you.

Just another normal night in the Pitt.

[triage-angel]

Late Shift, Late Night 💫

Tags & Warnings:

Santos x fem!reader, co-workers, drunk sex, vibrator, oral (reader! Receiving), consensual drunk sex, friends to lovers, lesbian sex, Fingering (both! Receiving)

1,575 words

The emergency department had been a whirlwind all day. You and Dr. Santos worked side by side through the chaos like a well oiled machine. She called out instructions with that sharp, confident tone while you moved seamlessly beside her, handing over instruments before she even asked, adjusting IV lines, and monitoring vitals. During a particularly intense trauma, your hands brushed multiple times as you both worked over the patient. Each touch lingered a second longer than necessary. Her dark eyes would meet yours over the bed, and the corner of her mouth would twitch up in a small, private smile that made your stomach flutter.

Hours later in a rare lull, you both leaned against the nurses station. Santos was close enough that her shoulder pressed lightly against yours. The faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the sterile hospital smell.

"You know," she said quietly, voice a little rough from giving so many orders, "you make these nightmare shifts almost bearable. I keep waiting for the day you are not on my team and it is going to suck."

You felt heat rise in your cheeks. "Same. Working with you is...different. In a good way."

She held your gaze for a long moment, something unspoken passing between you, before a new patient rolled in and broke the moment.

By the end of the shift, exhaustion mixed with that building tension. In the locker room, Santos changed into a fitted black tank top and dark jeans that hugged her curves. Dennis Whitaker, her roommate, was already there, pulling on a hoodie.

"We are hitting McGinty's," Santos announced, looking straight at you. "Just a couple drinks to shake off the day. You are coming with us. No excuses."

Dennis grinned. "Yeah, come on. It will be fun. The three of us."

You agreed, heart beating a little faster at the way Santos was looking at you.

The bar was crowded, warm, and loud with music and conversation. The three of you claimed a corner booth. Beers arrived first, cold and refreshing after the long shift. Then shots followed. Tequila burned pleasantly down your throat. Laughter came easier with every round. Santos sat pressed right against your side, her thigh warm and firm against yours under the table. Every time she laughed at something Dennis said, her hand landed on your knee, then slowly slid a little higher up your thigh before she pulled it away.

Dennis was matching shots with enthusiasm but started fading after the fourth round. His words slurred as he told stories from earlier shifts. You and Santos kept stealing glances at each other. The air between you felt electric now, charged by months of small touches and lingering looks at work.

By last call, all three of you were properly drunk. Giggling, flushed, unsteady on your feet. Santos arm stayed looped tightly through yours the entire walk back to the apartment she shared with Dennis. Her body heat radiated against you. Dennis fumbled with the keys for a solid minute before finally getting the door open.

Inside the apartment, Dennis kicked off his shoes, muttered something about the couch, and immediately collapsed face first onto it. He was snoring loudly within thirty seconds, one arm dangling off the edge.

Santos turned to you in the dim entryway light. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes dark and hazy with alcohol and want. "Guess it is just us now.." she murmured, voice low and husky.

She took your hand and led you quietly down the hallway to her bedroom, closing the door behind you with a soft click. The room was softly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand. It cast warm golden light across the bed and walls. Santos stood close, swaying slightly. Her gaze dropped to your lips.

"I have wanted this for so long," she whispered. "Every shift. Every time our hands touched."

Then she kissed you.

The kiss was deep, messy, and hungry right from the start. Months of tension exploded as her soft lips moved against yours. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting of tequila and beer. You moaned softly into the kiss. Your hands found her waist and pulled her closer. Her body felt warm and soft against yours. Breasts pressing together through your clothes.

You tugged at the hem of her tank top. She broke the kiss only long enough to yank it over her head, revealing smooth olive skin and a simple black bra that barely contained her full breasts. You did the same, stripping your top off. Santos hands immediately went to your bra clasp. Her fingers fumbled a little from the alcohol but she finally got it unhooked. The bra fell away and her hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous" she breathed.

Clothes continued coming off in a slow, clumsy trail. Jeans were unbuttoned and shoved down hips. Panties were kicked aside. Soon you were both completely naked. Skin flushed and warm from drinking. Santos pushed you gently backward onto her bed. The comforter felt cool against your heated back.

She crawled over you, kissing down your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses. She sucked lightly at your pulse point, then moved lower to your collarbones and breasts. Her mouth was hot and eager as she took one nipple between her lips, sucking and swirling her tongue around it while her hand kneaded the other breast. You arched up into her, fingers threading through her thick dark hair.

Santos kept moving lower. She kissed across your stomach, nipping gently at your hips. When she finally settled between your spread thighs she looked up at you. Her lips were already shiny, eyes glassy with lust.

"Can I taste you?" she asked, voice rough.

"Please" you gasped.

She did not tease. She dove in with drunk, needy hunger. Her tongue licked a broad, sloppy stripe from your entrance up to your clit. The wet sounds were filthy and loud in the quiet room. She moaned against you as she tasted you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. Her technique was messy but enthusiastic. She licked and sucked on your clit, then pushed her tongue inside you as deep as she could, fucking you with it. Her hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding you open while she feasted.

You gripped the sheets tightly, hips rocking against her face. Pleasure built in heavy waves. Santos face was shiny with your wetness. She looked up at you again, eyes dark, and sucked hard on your clit while sliding two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly.

After several long minutes she pulled back, lips swollen and glistening. She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a small pink vibrator. She clicked it on. The low, steady buzz filled the room.

"Want to feel this together?" she asked with a wicked, tipsy smile.

You nodded eagerly.

Santos lay down beside you on her side so you were face to face. She pulled you close, one leg hooked over yours. She kissed you deeply again, sharing your own taste. Then she pressed the buzzing vibrator between your bodies. She positioned it so the head nestled perfectly against your clit. After a moment she shifted her hips so it pressed firmly against her own clit too.

You both moaned loudly into each other’s mouths. The strong vibrations hit you at the same time. Santos started rocking her hips in a slow, lazy rhythm. The toy buzzed steadily between you, sending pleasure through both clits with every small grind.

"God, that feels so fucking good," she panted against your lips. Her breath was hot and heavy with alcohol. "You are so wet against me."

You reached down and helped hold the vibrator in place. Your fingers brushed hers. The two of you moved together in slow, sloppy rolls of your hips. Kissing messily the whole time, tongues sliding, teeth occasionally nipping at lips. Breasts pressed together. Sweat slick skin gliding. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly between your most sensitive spots while you both ground against it and each other.

Santos slipped two fingers inside you, thrusting lazily in time with your hips. You did the same to her, sliding your fingers into her soaked, tight heat. You fucked each other with slow, drunk thrusts while the vibrator continued its work. The pleasure built heavier and heavier, hazy and overwhelming from the alcohol.

Your orgasm hit first. It crashed over you in a long, shuddering wave that made your whole body tremble. You cried out against her neck, clenching hard around her fingers. Santos followed seconds later, burying her face in your shoulder as she came with a broken, loud moan. Her hips jerked against the vibrator and your hand.

You stayed tangled together afterward, breathing hard. Santos finally turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside. She pulled the blanket over both of you and wrapped her arms around you tightly. Her skin was warm and soft. She kissed you lazily, sweetly, tasting of sex and alcohol.

"Stay the night," she whispered, voice sleepy and content. "We can talk about this in the morning... when we are not drunk."

You nodded and curled deeper into her embrace. The distant sound of Dennis snoring on the couch drifted down the hall, but in Santos bed there was only the warmth of her body, soft kisses, and the afterglow of finally crossing that line you've been wanting to cross for months.

[triage-angel]

My Sweet Pup 🐾

tags & warnings:

owner!abbot x puppyboy!whitaker, pet play, puppyboy dynamics, collar play, soft smut, nsfw, explicit sexual content, male/male, handjob, lots of praise, ear pets, head pets, cuddling, kissing, light aftercare, fluff, romance, soft dom/sub, established dynamic, light pet names, consensual, very gentle and sweet.

Jack unlocked the front door of his apartment and stepped inside. The quiet click of the lock echoed softly behind him. Warm golden light from the living room lamp spilled across the floor, Dennis waited exactly where Jack had left him on the large couch. The younger man wore only his favorite soft gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips and the simple black collar fastened comfortably around his neck. His brown eyes sparkled with pure joy the instant he saw Jack.

"Come here, puppy." Jack said in a gentle voice filled with affection. He set his bag down by the door and opened his arms wide.

Dennis crossed the room in quick eager steps and pressed his whole body against Jack's chest. He tucked his face into the warm curve of Jack's shoulder and let out a small happy sigh that vibrated against Jack's shirt. Jack wrapped one strong arm around Dennis's waist and lifted his other hand to stroke slowly through the thick soft brown hair at the back of his neck. The strands felt silky under his fingers.

"That is my good boy," Jack murmured warmly against his ear. "You waited so patiently for me all day. I am so proud of you, sweet pup."

Dennis shivered with delight at the praise and nuzzled even closer. His hands rested lightly on Jack's sides as if touching him helped ground every happy feeling inside. Jack kissed the top of his head tenderly, breathing in the clean familiar scent of Dennis's shampoo. Then he tilted Dennis's chin up with two careful fingers so he could gaze into those warm trusting eyes.

"Would my sweet pup like his ears rubbed?" Jack asked softly.

Dennis nodded quickly. A shy delighted smile curved his full lips. "Yes please, Owner."

Jack took his hand and guided him down the short hallway to the bedroom. Moonlight filtered through the half open curtains and painted gentle silver patterns across the bed. They climbed onto the soft mattress together. Jack settled back against the pillows and pulled Dennis into his lap so the younger man straddled his thighs comfortably. Their bodies fit together perfectly.

Jack's hands moved in slow loving strokes over the smooth warm skin of Dennis's bare back. He traced the gentle curve of his spine with light fingertips that made Dennis arch slightly into every touch. Then Jack cupped the sides of Dennis's head with both palms and scratched lightly behind his ears exactly the way his pup loved most. The sensation drew a deep contented sound from Dennis's throat.

Dennis melted completely against him. His eyes fluttered half closed in bliss and his lips parted on soft breaths. Jack kept petting him with steady rhythmic motions while he leaned in to press warm kisses to Dennis's forehead, then his flushed cheeks, and finally his waiting mouth.

Their kiss began soft and sweet. Just the gentle brush of warm lips that lingered and tasted. Dennis carried the faint fresh flavor of mint tea he had sipped earlier that evening. Jack deepened the kiss gradually, still stroking through his hair and rubbing those sensitive spots behind his ears with tender care. When they finally parted for air, Dennis's cheeks glowed a pretty shade of pink and his breathing had grown a little quicker.

"You are so beautiful like this," Jack whispered against his lips. "My perfect puppy. So soft and sweet and all mine."

Dennis whimpered quietly at the loving words. He rocked forward once in Jack's lap seeking more closeness. Jack felt the firm warmth of Dennis's growing arousal pressing against him through the thin fabric of the sweatpants and smiled with quiet affection.

"Does my pup need some special attention?" he asked in a low warm voice.

"Please," Dennis breathed out. His voice was already husky with want. "Want to feel you, Owner. Want to be so close to you."

Jack kissed him again, slower and deeper this time, pouring all his love into the press of their mouths. He slipped his hands beneath the waistband of the gray sweatpants and eased the fabric down over Dennis's hips with patient care. Dennis helped by shifting his weight until the pants were kicked gently aside. Now nothing separated their skin. Jack laid him back against the pile of pillows and covered Dennis's body with his own, keeping most of his weight balanced on his elbows so he could cradle his pup safely.

They moved together in a gentle unhurried rhythm. Jack wrapped his hand around both their dicks in a warm loose grip and stroked with long slow pulls that drew the sweetest sounds from Dennis. Every few seconds he paused to kiss along Dennis's collarbone, the delicate shell of his ear, or the corner of his smiling mouth. Dennis clung to him with loose arms and legs wrapped comfortably around Jack's waist. His fingers tangled gently in the fabric of Jack's shirt as if he never wanted to let go.

"You are doing so well for me," Jack praised between soft kisses. His voice stayed low and full of warmth. "Such a good puppy. Letting me take care of every part of you. I love you so much like this, my sweet boy."

Dennis gasped quietly at each careful touch and every affectionate word. His breaths came a little faster but remained soft and full of complete trust. Jack kept the pace easy and loving, never rushing anything. He kissed away the tiny pleasure sounds Dennis made and continued whispering gentle praise against his heated skin.

When Dennis finally trembled and came with a sweet broken moan that echoed softly in the quiet room, Jack followed right after him. He buried his face in the warm curve of Dennis's neck and held him through every pulsing wave of pleasure. They stayed locked together afterward, hearts beating steadily against each other.

After a peaceful moment Jack reached for the warm damp cloth he had prepared earlier on the nightstand. He cleaned them both with slow careful strokes that felt like more caresses than anything else. Then he pulled the thick blanket over their bodies to keep the warmth close. Dennis curled into his chest immediately, one leg thrown affectionately over Jack's thigh. Jack's hand returned to petting his hair in long soothing strokes and rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades.

"My sweet boy," Jack said quietly into the peaceful silence. "You make everything in my world better just by being here with me."

Dennis pressed a lazy kiss to Jack's collarbone. His voice sounded sleepy and utterly content. "Love you, Owner. Love being your pup more than anything."

Jack smiled warmly and tightened his arms around the younger man. He kept stroking Dennis's back with tender affection until the pup's breathing evened out into the soft steady rhythm of sleep. The black collar still sat comfortably around Dennis's neck, a quiet warm symbol of their deep bond and trust.

Outside the window, the chaos of night life continued, but inside this bedroom there existed only gentle warmth, complete safety, and the steady loving beat of two hearts pressed close together under the blankets.

[triage-angel]

The way people talk about Langdon on here is actually so weird to me.

like you don’t have to like him. you don’t have to excuse anything he’s done. but acting like any character who gets shipped with him "deserves better" is?? gross. it turns into this thing where he’s not even treated like a character anymore, just something to reject or punish.

and it’s ironic because that’s literally the kind of mindset the show critiques. reducing someone down to their worst traits, deciding they’re beyond understanding, acting like they don’t deserve connection or care. the show goes out of its way to show how messy and complicated people are, and then the fandom flattens him into one note.

you can dislike a character without acting like they’re unworthy of being written about, explored, or even loved in fiction. that’s the whole point of engaging with complex characters

idk it just feels less like media criticism and more like moral policing at this point.

[triage-angel]

Masterlist! 🌿

A collection of all my posts on this blog <3

RANTS / STUFF ABT PITT

in defense of Langdon

FICS OF MINE!

Note: I write MLM smut sometimes & I am not AMAB so there may be some inaccuracies in my fics..! I'm not even attracted to men 💔 I'm a lesbian 😭

★ = posted

★ = coming soon

⚠︎ = smut/nsfw

My sweet pup [abbot x whitaker] ⚠︎

Late Shift, Late Night [Santos x yn] ⚠︎

Between shifts [Santos x yn] ⚠︎

Three Hearts, One shift [hucklerabbot] ⚠︎