disclaimer— this story briefly includes medical terminology and er procedures for realism. it is entirely fictional.
summary— late night in the er, exhaustion has you on edge but dr. parker ellis knows exactly how to give you a little boost.
DR ELLIS IS AN EATERRRRRRRRRRR!
a/n— my first dr parker ellis fic im so excited to write for her this drought is insaneee i need more fics of her i hope everyone enjoys this i had lots of fun writing it thanks @studpanther1031 for the idea ily!
feedback is appreciated thank you ;) pls drop ideas in my ask box!
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You rubbed at your eyes, trying to focus as monitors beeped insistently around you mr.patterson in bay four was complaining about chest pain for the fourth time tonight, and your hands shook slightly as you scribbled vitals into the chart.
“bp’s trending upward again,” you muttered under your breath, noting the slight tachycardia.
from the corner of the room, dr. parker ellis appeared.
she always moves through the er with this effortless command, clipboard in hand, stethoscope slung around her neck like a badge of authority.
tonight, though, she looked at you and raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing your fatigue.
“hey,” she murmured, closing the distance between you, her voice a steady anchor in the chaotic hum of the er.
“how are you holding up?”
you shrugged halfheartedly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.
“honestly i’m just barely holding it together. everything feels so off tonight.”
parker tilted her head, studying you oh so carefully. her eyes were sharp and focused, the kind that missed nothing but there was that underlying calm, the quiet reassurance she always carried.
“talk me through your patients,’ she said, voice steady. ‘start with vitals, labs, any concerning trends, and your plan.”
you exhaled loudly, trying to steady yourself.
“okay mr. patterson in bay four his bp spiked to 148 over 92 about twenty minutes ago, heart rate’s creeping up to 112, and his troponin’s pending.
parker listened, nodding occasionally, her presence both grounding and… very distracting.
i gave him 2 mg of morphine for the chest pain, repeated his nitro, and i’m monitoring for any st changes on the ecg.”
“you’re running on empty,” she observed, leaning closer to check the readout with you her hand brushed yours ever so slightly as she pointed to a t-wave inversion on the monitor. the contact was brief but enough to make your stomach flutter.
“you’re overthinking some of this,” she murmured, her voice low, leaning closer so you could feel the faint warmth of her presence.
“his troponin trend is minor, and you managed his pain appropriately. you’ve got this, baby. you just… need a moment to breathe.”
you froze for a split second, your pulse spiking as the word lingered in the air. “baby?” you echoed, voice shaky, not sure if you were surprised or flustered.
your fingers grazed the keyboard too hard, almost dropping the chart, and you cleared your throat awkwardly. “i-i mean yeah i’ve got this,” you stammered.
her smile deepened as she watched you blush. “yeah, baby,” she murmured, brushing her fingers over yours on the keyboard.
“you’re doing so well tonight. i know it’s been rough, but look at you keeping up with all of this, managing your patients, staying precise even when you’re running on empty.”
somehow just hearing her say that made your exhaustion feel less heavy.
gosh, you loved hearing her praise you.
“yes thank you i can handle it,” you mumbled, though your voice wavered.
parker smiled softly, almost like she knew exactly how you felt. “i know you can,” she said, her tone low and intimate.
“but sometimes even the best doctors need a little boost.”
she gestured to the empty supply room just off the main er floor.
“come with me.”
the lights of the main er faded behind you as you followed her into the small room. the air smelled faintly of antiseptic, the quiet setting only punctuated by the hum of the refrigerator and distant beeping of monitors.
she closed the door, her hand lingering on the doorknob before she locked it. the faint click made your stomach tighten. she leaned casually against the counter, eyes locking on yours she never failed to make your pulse skip.
you couldn’t help the rush of heat that pooled low in your chest and between your legs she had always had that effect on you, even before tonight. you’d always liked dr. ellis maybe more than you should have.
you want her. you want her hands on you, guiding you, teasing you, making you hers right here.
“you’re tense,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “and it’s affecting your judgment. let me help you reset.”
“you’re brilliant,” parker whispered, walking closer, her gaze locked on yours.
“you just forget sometimes. you need a reminder.”
she leaned closer, dangerously close. her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “and sometimes you know a little motivation comes in ways that aren’t in any textbook.”
“relax mama,” she murmured,
“breathe. let me show you how good it feels to reset.”
parker’s eyes flicked to your lips, and she caught the way you bit your lower lip that stirred something inside her.
“can i…?” she whispered, voice low and teasing. “can I kiss you please?”
you opened your mouth to answer, but before a word could come out, she muttered under her breath, half to herself, half to you, “fuck it.”
and then she claimed your mouth. the kiss started soft, testing, her lips pressing lightly against yours, gentle at first.
your hands went instinctively to her shoulders, then slid up to her locs, tugging her closer a low, breathy moan escaped her lips.
her mouth opened slightly, teasing yours, and then her tongue brushed yours slow, deliberate, exploring. you gasped softly, fingers tangling in her hair as the sensation shot straight to your pussy.
she deepened the kiss all while pushing you up against the wall, sucking your lower lip between her teeth for just a moment, then nibbling it lightly, making you groan into her mouth.
you gasped into her kiss, tugging harder at her locs, letting a soft whine slip past your lips. “parker…” you breathed, growing wetter by the second as the kiss grew messier.
“fuck, you taste good,” she murmured against your lips before diving back in, tongue slipping into your mouth.
you broke the kiss for just a breath and whispered,
“can you… touch me?”
her lips curved into a smirk against yours,
“oh, you want that, huh?”
her hand slid from your waist, teasing along your hip, under the edge of your scrubs. slowly, her fingers dipped inside your panties, brushing against your wetness.
“shit. you’re fucking soaked.” she murmured, voice low and husky, lifting her slick fingers just between your faces. she spread them slightly, letting you see exactly how wet you were for her.
“open your mouth,” she ordered, voice low and urgent her fingers pressed against your lips, sliding in as your tongue met them instinctively.
you wrapped your lips around them, sucking and swirling, tasting yourself on her, moaning softly.
she smirked clearly pleased with how eagerly you took her fingers.
“fuck mhm just like that,”
“so good, baby…” she whispered trailing her fingers back down inside your scrubs.
a low, hungry groan escaped her lips as she pressed just enough to make your knees tremble.
“look at you,” she whispered against your mouth, teeth grazing your jaw. “you’re so wet for me dripping just from this.”
her lips crushed against yours again, tongue sliding urgently into your mouth while her fingers circled your clit.
you gasped into her mouth, breaths uneven as the kiss turned messy lips sliding, tongues tangling with wet, desperate sounds.
she controlled the pace of the kiss, slowing when you rushed, deepening when you hesitated, her authority wrapping around you like a safety net.
"that's it, baby," she said breaking the kiss to rest her forehead against yours.
her fingers dipped inside you just a little before she teased and rubbed your clit instead.
her hand moved lower, not even going inside where you wanted her the most her fingers pressed just enough to make your breath catch.
but instead she pulled back just slightly, choosing to tease you, keeping the pressure light.
a teasing, knowing smile touched her lips.
“not yet,” she murmured, her voice low and steady.
her other hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place.
“be patient.”
“please?”
her hand shifted moving from the back of your neck to the front, her fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your throat. not enough to hurt just enough to remind you exactly who was in control.
"please what, baby?"
"use your words."
the demand sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs.
“i-” your voice faltered, barely more than a whisper. “i need you…”
parker tilted her head slightly, watching you struggle, her thumb pressing on your clit.
“need me how?” she pressed, softer now, but no less commanding.
your hands found her wrist, not to pull her away, but to hold onto something steady. “don’t tease me,” you breathed. “please…”
“more. please, i need more.”
you mumbled voice breathy.
she smiled, “oh, i know you do. and i’m gonna give it to you.”
her hand slid down your body, fingers hooking into the waistband of your scrubs. she tugged them down along with your panties in one smooth motion, exposing you to the cool air of the room. her knee nudging your legs apart.
“relax, baby…” she whispered dropping to her knees, her hands steady on your thighs as your head fell back against the wall.
“let me take care of you. mama.”
her fingers traced your inner thigh before dipping between your folds circling your clit with firm, teasing strokes.
“so wet and needy. i’m gonna make you forget every damn patient tonight.”
you moaned, hips bucking into her touch as she slowly slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that sensitive spot deep within. her thumb kept working your clit.
“do you feel that? i’m hitting that spot?” she whispered, voice low and throaty.
“yes… oh fuck yes…”
“good girl that’s it just for me, baby… feel how good it is… all that stress just melting away.”
your head fell back against the wall, your back arching violently, a sharp cry escaping your lips as she repeatedly hit that spot that made your knees wobble.
"keep focus on me. focus on how good im making you feel you're letting go, aren't you?
“so fucking capable, taking everything i give."
“that feels so good fuck” you cried out.
"that's it, i know baby," she whispered.
“uh-uh… eyes on me, baby dont you dare look away,” she murmured tapping the side of your face when you leaned your head back against the wall again, her voice low and commanding.
“look at me while i make you feel good.”
her eyes locked onto yours as her tongue traced a slow, deliberate path upward, drawing a sharp moan from your lips and sending your hips instinctively bucking your fingers flew to her locs, gripping them as your hips jerked forward.
"p-parker!”
as her tongue traced lower, she nudged her nose against your clit with each stroke, making your toes curl.
your gasps came out loud and ragged, forcing her to press a hand over your mouth.
“quiet… we don’t wanna get caught, do we?”
her name tumbled out in muffled moans as the coil deep in your abdomen tightened. she wrapped her lips around you, teasing just right a low, throaty chuckle rumbled from her as she pulled back letting her tongue take over with firm, deliberate strokes that had you trembling against the wall, helpless under her control.
"mmmm this pussy tastes so good," she hummed against you, the vibration making your eyes roll back. her lips sealed around your clit, her tongue working in tight circles.
soft muffled whimpers and moans filled the small room, the sounds of your pleasure mingling with the wet, obscene noises of her mouth against your pussy. she was relentless, a rhythm that had your hips rocking against her face, chasing a release that was coiling tight in your belly.
she leaned back slightly, eyes locking with yours, she let her spit drip slowly onto your clit before sucking it into her mouth like it was a pacifier.
She then slowly took her mouth off of you her lips glistening, as looked you dead in the eyes.
“tell me do you like how im taking my time eating this pretty pussy?” she murmured, voice low and husky.
“i—” you tried, but the words wouldn’t come, only a whimper slipping past your lips.
suddenly she stood, leaning over you, her hand shot out, gripping your chin.
“answer me,”
“y-yes mm fuck… so much” you gasped, nails digging into her shoulders, hips trembling and jerking involuntarily.
satisfied, she dropped back down to her knees resuming her sucking and teasing.
“parker i… i can’t i’m so close…”
your back arched, body quivering as you neared your release.
“i’ve got you sweetheart” she whispered, thumb pressing circles against your clit.
“you’re doing so well, baby… so fucking good for me.”
“ i could eat this pussy all fucking day and night.’ she said moaning against your pussy.
she slid two fingers inside you, curling them to press against that sensitive spot, her tongue returned to your clit, sucking it into her mouth.
the dual sensation was your undoing. your orgasm crashed over you, a blinding, all consuming wave of pleasure. your cries were swallowed by the small room as your body tensed, trembling violently, your inner walls clamping down around her fingers.
“that’s its.”
even as you writhed, oversensitive, she kept on.
"that’s it, baby. such a good girl, taking what you deserve come for me again.”
her fingers slid inside you even faster two at first, then a third, stretching you open as she curled them against your g-spot.
"i c-can’t!"
your nails dug into her shoulders, your body coiling tight as another wave built.
“yes, you can,” she said, her free hand slapping your thigh twice hard enough to make you yelp.
“now come, or i’ll leave you right here right now without letting you come again.”
the threat sent you over the edge. your back arched, your vision blurring as your pussy clenched around her fingers once more, your release spilling in her mouth she lapped at you through it, her low moans vibrating against your hypersensitive flesh, until you were a trembling mess in her hands.
she finally slowed, placing one last gentle kiss to your oversensitive clit before she stood up pulling you in a messy kiss.
“let’s get you cleaned up.”
after wetting a cloth she crouched slightly, pressing the damp cloth against your sensitive skin, wiping away every trace of your arousal.
“there,” she said, stepping back slightly, hands resting on your hips to steady you.
she tilted her head, eyes soft but still teasing. “how are you feeling?”
“shaky and amazing,” you breathed, your legs still trembling from that overwhelming high.
parker let out a low, quiet laugh, her gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again.
“oh yeah?” she murmured, stepping closer, her voice dipping low again. her thumb brushed lightly along your jaw, slowly.
“fuck… your taste is so addictive,” she said, softer now, almost like a secret meant only for you. a faint, knowing smile touched her lips.
“i can’t wait to taste you again.”
“careful, dr. ellis,” you said quietly. “you keep this up, and i might start relying on you more than i should.”
“that definitely reminded me and boosted me. just like you said i needed.”
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I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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im going to be real rn i completely understand where hamlet is coming from because if my dad died and then my mom married his brother a MONTH AFTER HIS FUNERAL and THEN everyone told me to just get over it already because everybody dies and THEN i talked to my dad's ghost and tried to get some semblance of closure after his death and he told me "cut the bullshit im burning my sins off in hell rn but its not a big deal listen up your uncle murdered me you gotta get revenge for me" i would also do an acrobatic fucking pirouette backwards off the handle
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