How it feels to genuinely enjoy the Pitt and not get caught up on every little bad thing a character has done because they’re all complex human beings and none of them are truly evil like everyone in this fandom seems to think
pairing: doctor Michael (Robby) Robinavitch x doctor! gender neutral reader
warnings: established relationship, reader has had panic/anxiety attacks in the past and still struggles with them. some angst, spoilers for episodes of s2 (ep 10 and before)
a/n: all lowercase used is intentional, this was proofread. i love robby but he IS a misogynist and noah wyle IS an evil zionist - i write for this doctor without supporting the character or his pos actor
word count: approx 1440 words
you had come into room 6 a few moments behind Robby, after spotting Joy, Robby, and is that Langdon? yeah, Langdon, too. all three of them were in a room with Samira on the hospital bed. something was definitely going on. as Michael asked her what happened and Samira began to explain, you had a sinking feeling you knew what was going on. too hot all of a sudden? chest tight? couldn’t breathe? all classic signs of one of your panic or anxiety attacks overwhelming you and your body. you realized quickly that this sort of thing didn’t require an audience but didn’t know how to get everyone out just then or how to bring up what you thought had happened in front of everyone, for fear of putting Mohan even more on the spot. thankfully, your Michael spoke up, “we should send up some labs just to be safe.” you piped up and agreed quickly just to be on the safe side. even though Mohan had told you she was having a tough day with her mother, her work, and personal life, you wanted to be sure this wasn’t something bigger. after all, in all the time you’ve been friends, she’s never once mentioned having panic attacks before. it could be a new thing or a once in a lifetime thing for her if it was a panic attack, but what if it wasn’t?
your Robby continued to check in on her, “have you eaten today? are you drinking enough water?” “yes! i’m doing everything right, it’s everything around me that’s fucked up!” she quickly replies, beginning to dive into an explanation of what’s going on. you see Robby start to shake his head and smile. perfect, you think, he probably realizes that this is just a bad moment, a small setback, and nothing is wrong with her and is gonna tell her she just needs to take a breath and some time to herself in the break room or ambulance bay. then, he opened his stupid mouth. “wait a minute, is this a panic attack because of your mommy issues?” and before Samira can even explain herself or get the word no out he’s adding, “Jesus. do you need to go home? go home. i don’t need the fucking liability - go home.”
your jaw dropped hearing it all. the carelessness with which he spoke. your eyes filled with tears hearing the tone he dared to use, belittling a coworker like Mohan in the same way he had criticized Langdon for doing previously. you couldn’t listen to any more of his bullshit. after throwing Samira a sympathetic and loving look that said “we’ll talk soon”, you turned on your heel and practically stormed out of the room, leaving Robby to his public tantrum. he had paused for a second seeing you storm off with, wait, were those tears in your eyes? he did a double take before continuing, “the rest of you, last time i checked, the ED is a shit show. so, let’s all get back to work.”
the shift somehow dragged even longer after that incident. you couldn’t find any more comfort in your boyfriend being here when he was being such a dick about everything. this was the first time he had shown this ugly, darker side of himself and the way he took it out on practically everyone around him was getting to you. it was becoming hard to be in a trauma room with him. when you helped suction blood from a child’s airway as Doctor Al-Hashimi performs her first slash trach, Robby kept trying to catch your eye but yours remained lowered, focused, level with your hands, work, and patient. finally, a few minutes later you see him talking privately with Al-Hashimi in the hall, walking up you hear, “what do you need to get some basic human empathy back?” and his shitty, low-blow reply, “i don’t know. something that gives me a little bit of hope this place won’t fall to shit when I’m gone.” this time, he catches your eye. Al-Hashimi scoffs and excuses herself, clearly disappointed and unimpressed by his lack of professionalism.
finally, the two of you talk for the first time in hours. Robby guides you gently and silently with a hand to your lower back towards the break room, able to tell you want to talk to him in even more privacy if you’re going to talk to him at all. when he shuts the door to the empty break room behind the two of you, you take a quick, short step towards the coffee pot and away from where his hand was resting on you. turned away from him now, you quickly made yourself busy making a mug of coffee to your liking. now that you were both alone, he finally speaks up. “what’s wrong, honey?” it comes out much gentler than he was speaking to Samira earlier.
“oh!” you feign surprise, turning around, “so you do know how to care about a coworker and check in in a kind and respectful manner?” Michael grimaces at that, wringing his hands. “yeah, you know exactly what’s wrong. what is wrong with you today? why are you treating people so poorly?” he opens his mouth to begin to explain but you hold up a hand to pause him. he respects it and lets you continue. “you know that i, myself, deal with panic and anxiety attacks. how could you berate Mohan for having one? on top of attacking her for having personal issues affect her work? you, Mikey, have crumbled in this place and no one ever made you feel less than for it. how could you say all that shit in front of me and our coworkers??” you took a deep, but shaky, breath in and let it out before going on. he could see your fists clenching at your sides and the way your eyes filled with tears like they had earlier. “when i have a panic attack it feels like it’s the last one every single time. not because i think they’re getting better but because i am convinced this time will be the time my heart just beats too fast for too long or i won’t be able to catch my breath for just long enough i’ll suffocate even more than i’m already choking on my breath. my chest feels like it’s having palpitations and my mind gets fuzzy and foggy from the lack of oxygen half the time. clearly, you don’t know what it’s like to feel like your mind and your panic or anxiety will be the literal end of your life or you would have never said those things. especially not in front of me or in front of an audience. you do need to relearn some basic human empathy, Michael.”
at this point a few tears had fallen down your face and Robby leaned in to wipe the tears that had streamed down your cheeks with gentle, soft hands. he finally spoke up, “i’m so sorry, baby. it won’t ever happen again. i shouldn’t have said it. you’re right, about all of it, i didn’t think- i, i mean-” you quickly replied when he lost his words, “no. you didn’t think. all day long you’ve been careless and cruel, saying things without thinking about them or their repercussions. and all day long, i’ve been stuck wondering if you’re really the man i want to be with anymore, Michael. you haven’t really been supportive or helpful to any of your doctors and you most especially did not help Mohan with your little ‘go home’ talk. and how you made me feel when you said all of that? i mean for Christ’s sake, Mikey.” you took a pause and a deep breath in before finishing, “fix it.” you placed your hand over his where it had been on your tear-stained cheek and turned your head to give his palm a gentle kiss. a sign that you would be here should he choose to act better, to be better. you were ready and waiting for him to be the good man you knew he could. so with that kiss, you lowered his hand in yours back to his side and released it. you took your coffee and walked out to the main ED. just like usual, the Pitt was bustling with noise, injured people, and those looking to help them. and with your piece finally said, some hope that Robby would fix things between you and between him and his coworkers, you put your head down and got back to doing what you do best, saving lives.
pairing: doctor Jack Abbot x fem!/afab reader - poc reader inclusive!
warnings: established relationship, smut, light angst. after arguing with jack in the pitt stairwell, he takes you back to his place, where this time you’ll be staying the whole night. MDNI 18+ use of nicknames, p in v, pussy eating, creampie (pls use protection).
author’s note: i <3 u sm jackie, my favorite attending - all lowercase used is intentional, this was proofread
word count: 2,448 words
after a shitty fourth of July shift and a (thankfully resolved) argument with Jack, the two of you had a smooth, happy car ride home. it was easier to talk now out of the shining bright lights of the ED and blaring machines and voices and orders barked echoing across rooms and hallways. it was easy to decide to be exclusive with each other. it was easy to become girlfriend and boyfriend when you’d each already admitted you loved the other person, even if it was in an angrier, sadder moment. jack made sure to pick up food from your favorite restaurant on the way home to his place, a neatly decorated home covered with reminders of him and the people he loved, like Robby, like you. you quickly noticed yourself in some photographs littered in frames around his place. you were able to watch the fourth fireworks from his patio while you ate after you both had finally showered the grime and exhaustion of your shift off. things felt easy, right. although you were still upset that he hadn't told you his feelings for so long that it ended up hurting you, you were eager to be with him, to be by his side for a full night.
when you finished watching fireworks and talking and eating takeout and ice cream way too late into the hot summer night and started to lean into his shoulder a little sleepily, jack knew it was time for him to take you to bed. he had simply planned on asking you to stay the night and if you said yes, giving you one of his old college shirts to wear and taking you to cuddle and fall asleep. all of it happened, and some more things that he hadn’t planned for, but had hoped for, that night.
once you had changed and left the bathroom, jack patted the spot next to him in bed, prosthetic already off and put away, no shirt, in his sleep boxers. the sight alone of him in his bed wanting you there, wanting you to stay meant so much. and the look of him, those abs, pecs, and shoulders naturally toned from years in the military and now SWAT, his salt and pepper curls falling around his face, his veined arm reaching out to gesture to the spot next to him he had left for you, all sent a shiver and a chill down your spine. you had seen him like this before, plenty of times, but you knew tonight was different. because tonight you knew jack loved you. so you walked over to the bed and climbed in, shuffling up next to his broad chest to rest your head on his shoulder. he met that with a soft kiss to your head and laid his head down on yours, reaching for your hand to intertwine it with his. “i know you had a long day sweetheart but i know our next shift will be better. do you wanna talk about any of it? any more than we already did?” you shook your head and just reached your other hand up to place it on his muscled chest, “no thanks, jackie. but you could do some more of that ‘making it up’ to me you promised,” you flirted back.
jack heard the shift in your voice from earlier to now, he knew that voice. the one positively dripping with honey reserved just for him. he loved that voice. he used his free big hand to tilt your chin up to look at him properly, “oh yeah? happy to, honey,” he spoke before crashing his lips onto yours. you hadn’t kissed properly since the last time you were together sexually, before you had argued. this felt different, more powerful. like jack was trying to press every ounce of his love for you into that kiss. he kept kissing you, occasionally biting at your lower lip, until you eventually had to pull back for air. during the kiss-turned-full-make out session his hands had wandered, one to squeeze at your hip and the other reached under your shirt (his shirt, which when he realized made him fully groan into your mouth) to play with your nipples. and when you pulled back for air, he was all over you, hands still massaging and loving on you as his mouth attacked your neck, leaving hickeys you both knew would be seen by your coworkers for days.
“jack-jackie,” you moaned out, “they’re gonna see!” you complained as he worked on trying to make you moan his name in that sweet way again. “let ‘em. i want ‘em to see you’re taken. you’re all mine, i love you.” he punctuated each sentence with a kiss to the marks he had been leaving. you shivered under his touch, it had turned perfectly
possessive and wonderfully more loving. jack continued to nip at your neck and collarbone, murmuring, “can i take this all off of you? please, baby?” the soft, needy please made you drip even more, and you quickly nodded, as eager as he was to continue. he slipped your panties down your legs and placed them on his nightstand, helping you pull your (his) shirt over your head after.
“gods, you never stop being the most gorgeous woman on earth,” jack finally said as you were uncovered. you giggled at that and thanked him with a kiss, which he all too easily deepened. holding your waist with his left hand and reaching for your slit with his right. he ran his fingers across you, to find you already dripping and ready for him, groaning at that and kissing you once more. “already ready for me, such a good girl, always the best girl for me,” he praised. jack gently helped to lay you back and position you where he could lay with your legs over his big shoulders. you did, happily, and he met your quick obedience with a soft swipe of his tongue up your slit. you let out a loud moan at that, encouraging him, jack licked a few more stripes up you before quickly turning his attention to your clit. he used his strong left hand to keep your thigh locked in place around his head and his right to open you up for him.
first, jack entered you with one finger, then two, all the while slurping and licking at your clit. he used his long fingers and intimate knowledge of you to quickly find your sweet spot, making sure to rub it every time his fingers moved in and out of you. all
his attention, all his love, all his energy focused on you and your pleasure. each of your moans was met with a hum from him that vibrated deliciously against you and each time you tugged at his graying curls, he groaned or grunted against you, sliding his fingers into you even deeper if he could. he shook his head back and forth as he tongued you viciously or went after your sensitive clit. he practically massaged you with his fingers and tongue. jack spent an hour this way, working you to orgasm over and over before you finally, after your third nerve-shattering orgasm, tugged at his curls a little tougher than you had all night and let out a soft, “jackie please,” that let him know you wanted more of him. and he was more than happy to provide that for you. always happy to provide for his girl. now that you were his properly there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give you. he withdrew from you with a gentle kiss to your clit, slowly drawing his fingers out so there wouldn’t be any sting. he made quick work of freeing himself from his boxers so you wouldn’t feel like you weren’t full for long.
jack climbed up over you. he placed a gentle, loving kiss to your lips before asking, “you sure you wanna keep going, angel? it’s okay if you wanna stop here.” you nodded and whimpered, which made his cock throb in his hand, and said “jackie please, need you now,” and that was enough for him. he collected some of your wetness on his tip before slowly pushing in. bracing your head with his forearms so he could still kiss you. you both moaned, practically in harmony, as he filled you to the brim and bottomed out. he slowly withdrew before pushing back in, starting with a gentle, steady pace. he leaned down to kiss you and continued to thrust into you gently as your tongues and teeth clashed. you reached up and around him to hold onto him and ground yourself with him, scratching your nails down his back during any particularly deep thrusts. jack would moan or whimper out your name every time you adorned with a new scratch, a new physical reminder that you, too, loved him. over time, his pace and thrusts sped up, getting deeper, getting him closer to you.
with each thrust, jack kissed your cervix and g spot. your moans against his mouth had become a mixed mumble of thank yous and his name, and he knew you were getting close for the fourth time that night. after spending an hour grinding his cock into the bed while eating you out and now finally getting to be inside your warm, tight walls he was close too. so he sped up just a little extra, snaking his left hand down to your clit and rubbing it with his thumb. your moans picked up in pitch and volume, “thaaaat’s it,” he groaned out, “c’mon my sweet angel, you can give me one more,” he urged you. your vision was getting a little blurry and things were getting a little foggy and he just kept thrusting and rubbing your clit and whispering that he loved you, and suddenly, stars. you tightened and creamed around him with a moan of his name, “oh j-jackie!” and he smiled to himself. your walls clamping down around him brought him even closer and he knew he wasn’t far behind you, “baby, ‘m gonna cum. where do you want it?” jack asked sweetly, you pulled him closer with your arms that had been leaving scratches up and down and across his back, whispered, “inside please,” and kissed him and he fucking lost it. one more thrust and the feeling of your nails scraping down his back and tits pressed against his chest had him cumming deep inside you. he bottomed out and stayed pressed against you, planting a soft kiss on your lips as he pumped you full of his white hot seed. he took a minute to let you both adjust your breathing and to just feel you and revel in the moment and love before slowly pulling out.
you got up to go to the bathroom and grabbed your panties and his shirt you were borrowing, making his heart sink a little, were you done with him now? had you decided to go home like usual after all? before he could even let any more insecure thoughts creep into his head he heard the toilet flush and the sink start to run. and after a short minute or two you were back out in his room, on his bed, crawling over him to place a kiss to his lips. you laid your head on his chest as you laid down by his side and wrapped one arm around his toned stomach, intertwining your leg with his, and asking sweetly, “did you want to put your boxers back on? they’re on the edge of the bed.” confused, he asked, “yeah, i’ll put ‘em on. but were you getting ready to go home or something?” you looked up at him and narrowed your eyes before replying, “no. do you want me to go?” your voice now sounded clipped and hurt, not sweet and soft like it had a moment ago. jack quickly realized his mistake, “i-i’m sorry honey, no, no. of course not. cmere.” he pulled you closer against his warm, hairy, muscular chest and started to play with your hair. “just thought you were leaving when you got up to put on your clothes and use the bathroom,” he explained gently. you smiled at that, “pee after sex so you don’t get UTIs, remember, doctor?” he laughed and kissed your head, you had reminded him too. he gave you a quick kiss to the lips before walking off to use the bathroom and put his boxers back on.
now, back in bed with you, he was more comfortable and relaxed than he had been in years. jack had warned you, while you were eating dinner watching the fireworks and discussing spending the night together that night, that he had trouble sleeping a lot of times, even nightmares. but then he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck, placing a few gentle kisses there, making sure to pay extra attention to the pretty bruises he had littered your neck with. with a soft “i love you, angel” coming from his deep, gravelly voice, he found himself curled up and melting into the presence of you almost instantly. his muscles relaxed and he unlocked his jaw for one of the only times that day, and just brought you closer into him. you replied, “i love you more than you know, handsome” and jack found himself chuckling into your neck, placing another sweet kiss there before saying, “breakfast in bed tomorrow? i’m making it, y’know.. to keep making it up to you,” he smiled into your neck. you giggled and rubbed your hands up and down his strong arms, “sounds good to me, jackie”. you reached back to scratch at jack’s salt and pepper curls and he groaned lowly into you, melting even further into the warmth and love you provided. he had made sure to let you know before you fell asleep just how loved you were by him, and so before his eyes finally shut and he drifted off into
one of the first good dreams he would have had in a while, he murmurs, “i love you, forever and ever angel. thank you for being mine. please never stop being my girl.” and jack holds you a little tighter, finally letting his eyes drift shut with the heavy wave of happiness that you bring and the comfort of finally being able to get a good night’s sleep for the first time in a long time with you by his side and in his arms, in his bed and in his home even. finally his girl.
find part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/cedricluvr/812442237167452160/no-thanks
💬 0 🔁 11 ❤️ 194 · no thanks · pairing: doctor Jack Abbot x fem!reader (no race specified!)
warnings: established casual sexual relationsh
pairing: doctor Jack Abbot x fem!reader (poc reader inclusive)
warnings: established casual sexual relationship, age gap, references to smut, light angst. light hints of samira x jack.
a/n: all lowercase used is intentional, proofread. this is for my one of my favorite tv doctors <3 i just KNOW he would save my life - also first Pitt fic i’ve written EEK! this fic is my first time writing angst, so be warned. also my first time writing for a pitt character so there isn’t much medical stuff this time sorry!
word count: 2,767 words
the night ended like it always did, Jack came inside you, he made sure you came first of course, then got you cleaned up quickly but gently and started putting on his clothes and prosthetic to head home. this routine had started to become hurtful, were you only good for a fuck? did he not want more from you? were you not worth doing more together, being more together? something small and hurting inside of you decided that maybe this would be the last time, so you decided to give him a chance, “do you want to spend the night, Jack, or maybe order food?” you ask, when he doesn’t answer immediately you jokingly add, “my girl friends who have slept over in this bed all say it’s super comfortable and the sushi place down the street is to die for.” Jack smiles a little but shakes his head anyway, “I don’t think I can.” you don’t press, you never do. you just let him have his life outside of you, revolving constantly in your orbit at work, in your bed, etc. but clearly you’re not in his orbit. at least that’s what you’ve decided. when he leaves you forget to feed yourself properly and go to bed late, consumed by thoughts and feelings of insecurity, and upon waking in the morning to a grumbling stomach and a headache, you realize this “relationship” as casual as it is, is hurting you. and even though you know Jack was the one to start this thing between the two of you, you know you’re gonna have to be the one to end it. you wash off the memories of last night and remnants of him and his scent in the shower, get into your resident scrubs, put your hair in your favorite hairdo just to try and lift your mood (it barely works if at all), and pack a few protein bars and your coffee and head to your next shift at the pitt.
it’s Fourth of July weekend, Saturday the fourth, and you know you’re in for a hell of a ride when you see the mess in chairs on your walk in. you help a mentally ill woman who when off her meds, does not handle it well, almost hitting and grabbing you multiple times, even with the restraints on. you help a little boy who lost some fingers to a firecracker and pray that he isn’t separated from his sister, like he was separated from his parents. even on your break outside in the ambulance bay to catch a breath of fresh air, someone rushes in, a homeboy ambulance, and you’re dealing with a GSW to the chest all of a sudden. the entire system goes analog and you and all your resident, medical student, and nurse friends collectively lose your minds. by the end of the day you lose two patients, you don’t think you’ll ever get them out of your head. but you’ll also remember the way you helped two other people that day to survive a severe fentanyl overdose and an extreme heat stroke case.
at some point during the day, you all lose Louie. it feels like a cruel joke on top of the rest of the shit going on at the pitt and in your life. Louie usually came in on your shifts and you loved to be his doctor. he always made your days brighter with jokes and little stories. you would spend extra time at his bedside just to make sure his shakes were better, just to hear more from him, to try to convince him that little bit extra that he could give up drinking if he really tried. today, you had spent at least 10 minutes doing chest compressions on him, and push pushing round after round of epi. finally, you look up at Robby, “isn’t there anything else we can do?” you beg. he shakes his head solemnly, knowingly. “no, and he isn’t an ECMO candidate.” shortly after, you’re ordered to stop compressions for the last time. you barely hear the time of death announced with the ringing in your ears. Louie can’t be dead, he was a regular, a frequent flyer. Louie always came in and if he stopped coming in, it was supposed to be because he stopped drinking, not because he drank himself to death. Robby sees the frantic, deepeningly sad look on your face and orders you to take a break, you go to argue for a moment, but quickly give up. you stalk off in search of a free room to cry and break down in for the three to five free minutes you'll have before you have to get back to the rush of saving lives.
that’s when you see it. that’s when you see them. Jack sitting on a hospital bed with his shirt off. Samira standing behind him, ever so gently threading in a suture, saying “don’t worry, this’ll be our little secret.” it all feels like too much at once and your throat closes up. Jack notices, because of course he does, he’s always paying close attention to you at work even when you don’t notice. his eyes always manage to find you in a room. “hey- whoa. you ok there?” Jack asks softly, Samira looks up at you for the first time since you entered the room and adds on, “yeah, are you alright?”. you simply nod your head and back out of the room as fast as physically possible without making a scene. seeing Jack with her like that was the final straw. you figured that he wasn’t yours, not truly, and you were sick of letting him have you in a way that wasn’t properly fulfilling. you wanted to be with him, to love him. not to be his fuck toy. your breakdown finally comes when you get some privacy in the bathroom and a chance to pee for the first time in hours.
finally, some luck finds you during this shift and you aren’t on any more cases with Jack for the rest of the night of the fourth. unfortunately, he manages to find you at your locker and asks to talk to you privately. you scoff lightly but give in anyways, knowing this conversation has to come sooner than later for the sake of your own mental health. the two of you walk silently over to the stairwell for some more privacy, doctors and nurses having been all shuffled around the lockers, putting their things away or grabbing them for their ending or upcoming shift. finally, the door to the stairwell clicks shut, and you’re left alone with him. you aren’t sure what you would even say to get rid of him at this point, or if you even want to be rid of him, so you keep your mouth shut and let him talk first.
“did you want to come over tonight?” jack asks hopefully.
“no thanks,” you reply, clipped and clinical. rolling your eyes inside of your head at the fact that he would (what looks like) blatantly cheat on you in one of your worst moments and then neither ask about the moment or admit to the cheating but just ask you over for more sex.
“no thanks?” he echoes.
you repeat yourself, “no thanks. I’m not interested in hooking up anymore.”
jack looks shocked, almost taken aback by your words, “is that really all you’d call it? c’mon honey, i always take pride in making you feel good.”
you sigh, heavily, brushing your hands down your face out of exhaustion, trying to physically wipe the shitty day off you. “you’re very wham-Bam-thank-you-ma’am, Jack, and I don’t even get a thank you most of the time. i’m not interested in being your personal sex doll or stress toy anymore.
Jack looks even more taken aback if that’s possible. he even looks, offended? he gently says your name, and it sounds for a second like he’s the one hurting. “can we please talk about this?” he asks, his voice softening, as his hand reaches for your waist.
you take a step back, creating distance between the two of you, “why don’t you go talk with Mohan? it’s clear who you’re interested in. I just wish you would’ve told me sooner so I didn’t have to deal with all this bullshit.”
his jaw drops, as his hand finds its way back to his side. “Mohan? Is that what all this is about?” Jack groans and looks visibly irritated.
you can’t help but roll your eyes at his tone and question. “you spend months fucking me but leave every night and never ask me to spend the night at yours. you’ve been keeping a weird amount of professional distance between us at work and today I walked in on you and Mohan while you were shirtless, and she was patching you up, calling it your little secret. what the hell am I supposed to think, Jack? that I mean anything to you, really, truly? am I supposed to think you want me and not her? what have you done to make me believe that?”
jack can feel his chest tightening as your words finally land with a blow to his stomach. only now does he see how much the distance he’s created is really hurting you. how watching you only ever from afar, loving you from a distance had created this hurt and insecurity in you. he had assumed that this had all been for the best, that you were better off with this being the arrangement but you proved him wrong about that and now he needed to prove you wrong about him. so Jack did the first thing he could think of, he reached both his arms up very gently, took a hesitant step closer to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and chest and placed his face in your neck as he brought you closer. “i am so, so sorry my love.”
the sudden physical affection, especially at work, threw you off, but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise. just because you didn’t like his previous behavior didn’t mean it couldn’t or wouldn’t change. the “my love” comment, however, was out of left field. so you asked, “m-my love?”, with tears already welling up in your eyes and your chest warming with the feeling of him around you.
“of course. my love.” Jack lets the words linger in the air for a moment before he continues, “I’ve loved you since our first awful shift together. since you handed me that extra coffee with that beautiful smile on your face and told me that I’d be OK. I’ve loved you since we’ve started having sex. we should’ve done more. we should’ve done proper dates and spent the night at each other’s places and woken up together. but I thought that our sexual relationship was the only way that I could have you and I’m sorry. I should’ve realized sooner that I was hurting you, especially because I love you. I am so sorry about all the hurt I caused you and I’m sorry you have to find out this way that I love you.” Jack was crying a little at this point, you could feel his wet tears staining the bare part of your chest and scrubs. “Mohan is nothing but a friend to me, I promise you. I’ve never wanted her to be anything more. she was just patching me up after my SWAT work, I didn’t want anything on record and she found me in that room while looking for her patient who had left. I promise, that was all. I’ve only ever wanted you, please believe me angel.”
you were crying a little bit too, having been so overwhelmed by the awful shift and personal drama, finally safe in Jack’s arms at the foot of the hospital stairwell.
“and I am so unbelievably sorry I made you think you were just a sexual object or something for pleasure for me. I hope you know that’s never been the case. I’ve only ever been with you because I wanted to, because I love you, only you, and the fact that I made you feel so differently means I really have to step up if you’ll give me the chance. please, please give me the chance to make things better, to prove that I love you, to show you that I care about your pleasure as much as mine.” you were still crying softly, head nuzzled against his chest, his head now atop yours, placing gentle kisses to your hair and forehead. “please, angel. please let me make it better,” Jack begged one more time. you pulled back from him the tiniest bit to look him in the eyes.
you were still spinning, reeling from all of his confessions and admissions. but you had to know more, “why.. why did you only think you could have me one way?” you choked out through small sobs. Jack rubbed his hands up and down your back as you asked before settling them on your hips, gently massaging the plush flesh there before answering quietly, “thought you were too good for me, honestly.” the confused and annoyed look you give him makes him keep talking. he continues, “I’m so much older than you. I didn’t know if it’d be appropriate for us to be together properly, if you’d even find it socially acceptable. and you’re so bright and pretty, always knowing how to save a life in just the right way and lighting up this dark, dark place with your smile and your joy and your laughter and your beauty.” jack rambles, continuing, “I see you like an angel on earth and I didn’t know if I was allowed to have that. now I see that all I’ve been doing is hurting my angel instead of treating her like I’m supposed to, loving on her the right way. as I said, if you’ll give me the chance, i’ll make it up to you for the rest of our lives if you want.”
this made your eyes widen, “the rest of our lives?” you asked meekly. Jack nods, rubbing softly again at your sides, just trying to remind you he’s physically there for you too as he speaks, “ i’d happily spend the rest of our lives together if you wanted that my love, we can talk about all that another time, just know for now that I want to be here for you, I want to love you. please let me love you.” now Jack was the one with tears fully streaming down his face. you looked up him, taking his cheeks in your hands, moving your thumbs gently across them, wiping the tears from
his eyes best you could. “I’ve never thought of you as anything less than the incredible man that you are, so funny, smart as hell, handsome, brave. and your age doesn’t matter at all to me. if it doesn’t bother you and it doesn’t bother me, then why can’t we be happy together? if you had brought all of this up months ago, we could’ve been together this entire time and I would’ve been happier for it, but, I do still love you, regardless of the last few months.” you paused and took a shaky but deep breath before continuing, “I love you back, silly, so much it hurts sometimes. you should’ve said something a lot sooner. ” Jack exhales the breath he’s been holding onto for minutes now and takes a deep breath in for what seems like the first time in hours and laughs at that. “I know that now. I’m so sorry, my angel, my love, my beautiful girl.” punctuating each sweet name with a kiss to your cheeks or nose. “can we go home together and stay there together? it’d mean a lot to me if I could show you how much I love you.” you nodded slowly, “please, I’d like that.” and Jack finally let himself put some physical distance between the two of you, only to place a sweet, lengthy kiss to your plush lips. when he finally pulled back he said, “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I love you if that’s what it takes.” you smiled at that and took his hand, walking together to his car. deep down, you knew everything would be okay. you loved him and he loved you and that’s what mattered most. now everything was out in the open. it would all be okay.
making it up to reader part 2 here! https://www.tumblr.com/cedricluvr/812475792293543936/no-thanks-part-2
💬 0 🔁 3 ❤️ 123 · no thanks part 2 · pairing: doctor Jack Abbot x fem!/afab reader - poc reader inclusive!
warnings: established relations
warnings: established relationship, porn with minimum to no plot, touch starved bob. p in v, pussy eating, creampie (please use protection irl please) MDNI 18+
a/n: lowercase intentional, proofread - just lil ideas n thoughts - if you like this, please check my page for my other Bob works i have close to 10!
word count: 557
robert reynolds who loves to make out with you any chance he can get, feeling like a lovesick teenager getting hard at the simplest of kisses and make out sessions, you don’t even need to grind down onto his lap, although you usually do, to get him excited. just lavish him with kisses to the lips, cheeks, neck, and ears and he’ll melt like a puddle for you.
robert who loves the feel of your thighs. whether he has his head in your lap as you play with his hair or he’s holding onto them, wrapped around his head, to keep you still as he buries his face in your cunt he loves to feel your thighs in his hands and against his face
bob who loves to always manage to leave marks, faint bruises or dark hickies on your neck and chest, just so everyone knows you are taken by him. little physical reminders for you both that he loves you and wants you more than anything
bob who loves the noises you make. whether it’s while you kiss, while he marks you up, inside you, eating you out, he always finds the moans and whimpers you make to be music to his ears. he’s practiced with you so much to learn what you like, just to hear the loudest, prettiest moans you can make
robert who loves to eat cum from you, his or yours it doesn’t matter, he’s always happy to clean you up with his tongue after any bedroom activities
bob who says “i love you” for the first time when he’s inside you, unable to hold back the feelings that have been building in the months you’ve both been dating. he looks up at you, locking eyes and asking, “wh-where should i cum?” and when you reply, “inside” and lock your legs around him to pull him closer he can’t help but lean in to kiss you and mutter out a gentle “i love you so, so much”
robert whose favorite place to cum is inside. he says that it makes him feel closer to you and you agree, happily letting him pump you full of his cum during every session. whether it’s in the bedroom where he’ll clean you up with his tongue lovingly, usually leading to an extra orgasm, or using his fingers to stuff it back inside you before helping you pull your panties on after a quickie
bobby who is so loud for you in the bedroom. always telling you how good you make him feel, how crazy you drive him, how beautiful you look. always making little moans and whimpers, deep groans and grunts when you go down on him or he sinks into you
bob who manhandles you any chance he gets. bob loves you so much he can’t stand to not be touching you. he’s careful about it around the team, PDA and all that, usually just holding your hand or putting an arm around your shoulders in front of them. but whenever the two of you get a moment alone, his hands find their way to your waist and hips, your thighs, your breasts. his casual, sweet, tender touches are one of his favorite ways to show he loves you and remind himself that you love him and want him around and touching you
warnings: porn w/o plot, established relationship, soft bob in bed, p in v, cunnilingus, MDNI 18+, petnames used
a/n: lowercase intentional, proofread - missing my Bobby rn wish there was more bob content like rn
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no matter how robert took you, he was always so soft and gentle when you wanted it. he knew how to be rough when you wanted, but some moments just called for softness.
with your legs pressed up against your chest, bob drew in and out. deep, passionate strokes to fill you up, to show you how much he loved you with every part of himself. he knew exactly how to mark up your neck with tender bites followed by soft licks and sweet kisses. he would push in and out, watching the light bounce of your breasts, mesmerized. bob would follow the sight up to your eyes and lips, watching your face contort in pleasure and silently daring you to keep your eyes locked with his baby blues as he drove you to near madness, each thrust as loving and impassioned as the last. he would snake his hand down to your clit, rubbing at the bud, looking back up at you as your head sunk further into the pillows. he would smile brighter as you whimpered out a sweet “a-ah, right there bobby” and continue his loving ministrations. then robert would hook your legs over his shoulders to drive in just that extra bit deeper. thrusting with the full force of his hips and love, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.
before bob even began making love to you, he made sure to do his due diligence. after you took your top off he pulled your panties down slowly, taking his time appreciating the view. he made sure to kiss his way up each of your legs before lavishing your stomach and breasts with more kisses. taking one nipple into his mouth, robert sucked and nipped gently at the bud, reaching his right hand up to toy with the other. he took his time on each side, making sure to massage your hips and thighs with his free hand. then he moved down lower again. bob looked up at you for affirmation and upon hearing a whiny “please do something for me, robert, i need you”, eagerly licked a stripe up your center. he focused his licks and suction on your clit, opening you up with his ring and middle finger. gentle, curving thrusts that left you wanting more, more of him. your hands made their way into his brown locks, tugging and pulling, making him groan all the more into your pussy. “i love you angel” he murmured against your clit, before resuming his work. he pulled back again a minute later to say, “always s-so good for me, my best girl”, as you whined and writhed, looking like a star shining in the sky just for him, which he made sure to tell you, along with “you always look so beautiful coming apart for me”. he continued working you over with his fingers and mouth, desperate to watch you peak in your pleasure. your insides started to twist in the best way, your cheeks growing hotter. bob could feel you tightening further around him, “that’s it, cum for me sweet girl” and just as he wished, you did. he slowed his movements and placed a final kiss to your bud with an “i love you m-more than you’ll ever know gorgeous, thank you for being my girl”. you replied, “i love you more than anything bobby, i’ll always be yours.”
robert then decided he definitely needed you now. leading us back to your legs hooked over his shoulders, his tongue moving with yours as he messily kisses you, trying to force all his love onto your lips. you greedily swallow his love, nearing your second orgasm of the night. he rubs at your clit a little harder, giving you that extra bit of pressure you need to start seeing stars forming behind your eyelids. “th-that’s it, taking me so well, just made for me, my perfect, perfect girl,” bob uttered into your mouth. he continued to press up into you, drawing even more of those sweet noises he loved so much to hear from you. “i-i’m cumming bobby” you moaned out. he groaned and sped up his thrusts the tiniest bit, continuing to play with your clit, “cum for me angel”. his hands and hips working in sync brought you closer and closer to the edge, finally pushing you over into sweet release. bob could feel you tighten around him and groaned deeply, stilling his hips and pumping you full of his cum. he stayed inside for a minute, lavishing you with kisses and sweet words and “i love you”s. finally when he pulled out, so softly, he placed a kiss on your lips and forehead, “i-i love you more than anything on this earth my love”. and when he cleaned you up with his tongue, helped you into a shared tub, dried you off, and gave you his sweater and boxers to sleep in, you knew he meant it.
my stranger things playlist :3 they def ruined the show vols 2+3 but it’s okay at least their soundtrack rocked my ass off - byler and conformity gate you will always be real to me <33
my Twisted Metal playlist! absolutely obsessed with the show n hoping to play the games someday soon! all but a few are from the soundtrack and the others are ones i hope to be included in the show :3
spoiler: caption for it is referring to Raven’s line at the end of s1
warnings: bob who likes to fuck up into reader when she rides him, p in v, MDNI 18+, nicknames used
a/n: lowercase intentional, proofread - love u bob <3 i have more bob (n sentry/void) works on my page if you’re interested :3
word count: 576
bob just needs a little extra, a little more, that’s when he fucks up into you from below while you’re on top. it’s not greed or power driving him, simply an aching need to be closer to you. to make you feel as full as he feels wrapped up in you. to make you feel every ounce and pinch of his love when he pounds just that extra inch closer up into your sweet spot or kissing your cervix with his cock. to connect to you completely. the two of you both know bob is big, capital B, so when he’s already splitting you open around him in such a heavenly way that extra little ache that creates those extra little pushes and thrusts of his hips manage to drive you, and him, all the crazier.
bob lays back, shoulders and back against the headboard, brown hair ruffled and splayed like a crown around his head thumping back against the headboard occasionally, eyes rolling back too when he hears a sweet whimper or a breathless moan of his name you let out as you ride him. bob fits so snugly inside of you and you’re always so perfect for him, and he makes sure to let you know that in these intimate moments together. “you’re so perfect, baby, i l-love you,” he groans out, followed soon by a “thank you-thank you, fit so perfectly around me, you were made for me angel.” it’s not longer after that need inside bob to bring you closer, get closer, more connected, starts to drive him a little crazy. he pulls your hips tighter to him, bending at the knees to reposition you up into him further, now with your chests brushing. bob groans when he first feels your pebbled nipples brush his bare chest. one of his hands snakes its way up your side to your breast, palming at it while he uses his other hand to grab your hip tighter and begins to rut up (frantically) into you, helping aid with your slow grinds against him. it feels like he’s physically incapable of keeping his hands off you, enraptured by your form.
bob keeps you there, chests and foreheads touching, as he pistons in and out of you. “feels like heaven, y-you always do,” he manages to groan out. you muster the energy to reply, “you always fill me up so well, bobby, thank you handsome,” you place a kiss to the corner of his lips and he begins to chase your lips with his own, pumping in as deep as he can to bring you both closer to your climaxes. he snakes his hand from your hip to your clit, whimpering when the contact makes you tighten and flutter around him further. it isn’t longer after, the room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, lewd wetness, and your shared moans and groans, that bob moans out, “can feel you getting tighter, pl-please come for me princess, need it.” those words push you over the edge you were already teetering on. you gasp out a broken sob of “robert” and clench and gush around him. your release sends bob right into his own, pushing his hips up into you one more time before stilling all the way in and painting your insides white. he keeps you there selfishly for a few minutes before cleaning you up, still aching to be close to you, connected to you.
warnings: MDNI. 18+. cum (almost breeding?) kink, p in v, and porn with basically no plot for bob reynolds n his lovely lil gf <3 - nicknames used (angel, sweet puppy (for bob), sweetheart, etc.), no use of y/n
a/n: is bob my favorite marvel character now? maybe. it’s probably still iron man but damn if this bipolar man ain’t a damn close second. please check out the linked mostly related pt 1! that’s all headcanons and snippets of moments with bob - this is more headcanons and some scenes! intentional lowercase + proofread :P i have 6 other works (i will have more soon!) for bob (and some include sentry + void) on my page so please check those out if you enjoy my writing :D
word count: 1502
18+ below MDNI!
it was safe to say you and bob both had a thing for cum. he loved to fill you with his or watch your white cream gather at the base of his cock when he (easily) fucked you to your orgasm. you loved to feel full of him, even for hours after sex.
you two would often fall asleep with him still inside of you. it began when he first asked while you were cuddling after a few rounds and he had yet to pull out. with the sweetest pink blush on his cheeks and the tip of his ears he questioned, “can i pl-please keep it in, angel? still feels so good. you feel like home.” “always, sweet puppy, i love being full of you, i love you.” you beamed back at him. “i love you more i bet,” he replied, giggling, and gave you a soft, loving, utterly bob kiss before cuddling back into you. that was when the routine began, you think, as it quickly became a more common thing for him to remain inside of you for a while before the two of you would clean up or he would dote on you with aftercare. many nights, it resulted in you both falling asleep completely connected and intertwined. you would even wake up in the same position and he would have to pull out when he woke up with a gentle whimper and pout. (that pout often led to another round, those puppy dog eyes could get anything).
one little dirty secret (not so secret anymore) of bob’s was that he loved to clean you up after. didn’t matter whether you had his cum or yours on/in you (or both), bob occasionally loved to end a session of lovemaking by burying his face between your legs and cleaning you up with his tongue. your thighs often still shaking from your previous orgasms, tightening around his head as he lapped at your core like a starved man, drinking up every last drop of cum spilling out of you.
his favorite positions involved any where his cum wouldn’t easily leak out of you (missionary, doggystyle, spooning, etc.) but his favorite position overall for that advantage was the mating press:
bob drove into your pussy with passion, thrusting with ease (god bless that sentry serum strength) and filling you to the brim. you could feel every ridged vein brushing your walls as you clenched around him and moaned. “please don’t stop, bobby,” you begged. “n-not planning on it sweetheart,” as he spoke, he interrupted himself to give you a sweet kiss before continuing, “gonna fill you up so full after you give me one more. c’mon baby i know you can. su-such a good girl for me always.” as he praised you and told you his plan, he took your legs and brought them up over his shoulders, pressing in even deeper. every thrust kissed your cervix and sweet spot in the way only he knew how. bob reached down with his right hand to play with your clit, keeping his left rubbing your thigh as he laid kisses across the parts of your legs he could reach. “you can give me one more, right, sweet girl?” you caught his eye quickly and nodded, “mhm, always for you robert,” the sound of his full name falling from your pretty lips as you moaned through your sentence was one of the most beautiful things bob swore he ever heard. bob had faltered his pace and rhythm for a moment at hearing his name but quickly refocused on you: your bouncing breasts as he thrusted in, the sweet noises you only ever made for him, the wrecked but loving look in your eyes, pupils blown wide with love and lust.
taking you all in he recentered himself and replied, continuing to rub gentle circles with his thumb onto your clit as he pounded into you, “that’s a good girl for me, come on honey, need to feel it, feel you.” the sweet pet names and pressure on your clit compounded with his heavy, deep thrusts brought you even closer to the edge he had already tipped you over thirty minutes earlier (gotta love the super stamina!). your eyes closed and rolled back as your head tipped back further into the pillows, mouth falling open with breathy moans and whimpers of his name. he took his hand unoccupied by your clit and moved it from your thigh to your breast, palming it in his huge hands before his thumb flicked over your nipple, teasing and toying with it before moving to give your other breast the same treatment. in the meantime, bob continued his ministrations on your clit, rubbing faster, tighter circles now with a little more pressure. he continued pounding into you, making you moan loudly each time he hit that special spot. as he lavished kisses across your calves, he would pause to praise you: “feels so so good, sweetheart-” he cut himself off with a particularly deep groan before continuing, “god, you always feel like heaven.” “could die happy if i died fucking you.” bob was practically staring at you now, locked on the way your pretty face looked as you moaned for him and the way your breasts bounced with each harsh thrust of his. “look at you, so pretty and perfect for me. and this pr-pretty pussy? she’s all mine isn’t she, sweet girl? so tight and wet and warm all for me.” “all for you bobby,” you confirmed, “always for you, ‘m yours.” he groaned and growled at that and started thrusting a little faster (and deeper, if that was even possible at this point).
his groans and words of praise and constant loving on your body built and built and built until you finally managed to whimper out “‘m so so close, bobby, please fill me up.” he practically growled at that, “cum for me angel, gotta feel you,” and you listened, falling over that beautiful edge with bob guiding you through it and continuing to kiss you softly and rub, much more gently now, at your clit and saying sweet things like, “th-there you go, that’s it, angel. such a good girl for me aren’t you? gonna fill you up just like you deserve for being so good for me.” his thrusts began to falter slightly as he brought you closer, now lifting you by your hips slightly to drive in deeper. “please cum for me, robert, i need it handsome,” you moaned out, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm, legs shaking on his shoulders. and bob, being such a good boy, listened. you were clenching around him as his head fell forward and he thrusted one, two, three more times before pushing all the way in and painting your walls with his cum. “th-thank you, i love you so much baby,” bob groaned out as he stayed buried in you, knowing this position was the best for keeping you full of him for now.
you replied with a glazed look in your eyes and a dopey, lovesick smile, “i love you more, sweet puppy,” bob groaned again at the sweet nickname, unintentionally thrusting in again at the praise it inherently carried. (the nickname first came up as a tease by you from him following you around like a lovesick puppy as you began your relationship. it never stopped. hence, bob as your sweet puppy.) then, he gently lowered your shaking legs from his shoulders to the bed and some of his and your cum started to leak out around you so he pulled out enough to push it back in with his fingers before pushing himself back in. the two of you loved to fuck and cockwarm, and you loved to be full of him as much as he loved your warmth and closeness.
with his sentry strength bob easily wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled you both over so you were lying on top of him now, still full of him. you rested your head high up on his shoulder and chest, leaving gentle kisses there that made his eyes flutter closed with bliss. “thank you for tonight, sweet girl… and thank you for always letting me fill you up and keep you full.” bob blushed as he thanked you, looking down at you to gauge your reaction. you leaned your head up to look at him, smirking, “always handsome, i love you more than you know, and i love what we do together as much as if not more than you,” you affirmed him. he smiled at that, bright and beaming, seeing no hints of deception in your eyes. so bob simply smiled, kissed you gently on your forehead, whispered, “i love you more than anything, princess,” and placed an even sweeter kiss to your lips. you fell asleep together shortly after your chatting died down, wrapped in each other’s arms and still connected in the most intimate way.
part 1 kinda if you’re interested: https://www.tumblr.com/cedricluvr/787080771292839936/keep-it-in-pt-1
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bob reynolds and reader with a cum/breeding kink (use protectio
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