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sometimes i write .22.she/they.

[deardev0teddelicate]

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im kenny...in my 20s...she/they...full time student...part time writer

requests open...dont be an asshole yall...

also if you are looking for the pitt x speech language pathologist (speech therapist; slp), you're in the right place ! i noticed a lack of speech rep, so im trying to fix it

[gxtitobxby]

ugh i'm a slut for soft robby! wanna see how he'd coax/apologize to puppy reader if he brought a lady friend home or if she smelled another hybrid on him from work or smth!!

WAIT 🤚🤚🤚🤚 this is not what you asked for but I hadn't thought about him bringing a woman home....

robby bringing baran home and pup is very confused :( like baran is nice and smells good and says hello to her... but she can tell something's off! why is her robby helping her take her coat off? touching the small of her back?? serving her wine???

being mean doesn't come naturally to pup, so there's no growling or anything just a lot of whimpering and her ears twitching. the yips start quiet but by the time robby is kissing baran on the couch they get so loud they have to pull away and finally pay attention to her. she knows she's not allowed on the couch without permission, so she's on the floor right in front of them, head tilted curiously and the cutest frown on her face. baran smiles, "it's okay, you wanna come up here?"

she pats at the couch but robby feels his cock twitch in pride (and mostly surprise) when you stop yourself, vibrating in place, to look at him first.

he sighs, and halfway through patting his thigh you're already scrambling onto him, licking noisily at his neck until you get a whiff of her smell on him. you pause, sniff some more. then the whining starts again.

baran coos, petting your head, "what's the matter?" at the same time robby grunts and pulls your head out of the crook of his neck. "quit that."

"oh stop," she scolds him when your face drops, sad that he's not happy with you. "you're just a sweet pup, aren't you?" the tilt of her voice makes your head tilt, intrigued. "just love your owner so much, don't you?"

you're not totally sure what she's saying but you nod, already tilting forward into her lap just like you do when jack baby talks you. robby rolls his eyes. "he's mean isn't he? you just want to play, hm?"

it's like you're hypnotized, nosing at her palm where it cradles your face. and then a new scent. warm, heady, wet.

your nose twitches, and then you look down between her legs.

baran laughs, "oh she's smart."

"only when her puppy cunt is doing the thinking" robby's voice barely manages to startle you out of your trance. you sit back on his lap, eyes still on the white lace you can see under baran's skirt where her legs are spread. there's a wet spot that makes you lick your lips.

your hips grind down. always a little humper at heart.

it's robby who laughs this time while grabbing at your waist with his big hands. "yeah yeah, see? no need for a whole show when you want attention. maybe if you're a good dog, baran will give you a treat."

she does

[deardev0teddelicate]

I love walking into my high end retail job with fucking crayola marker all over my hands because it was indeed NOT washable marker that we used in my pediatric stuttering session

[cognacqueen]

SUPRIYA GANESH EMPLOYMENT CONFIRMED! LETS FUCKING GO! WE ARE ALL GOING TO BE OKAY!!

[docrobinavitch]

something something tipsy riding robby into oblivion, coming back from a dinner w samira and jack after having a bit too much wineee

(im tiosy as i write this so hopefukly it makes sense))!!

i fear that i have made this more soft than horny but 😭 i hope you like it thank you for sending it to me!! dr robby x f!reader content: 18+ mdni, alcohol, sexually explicit content, robby is so so soft and tender

You hiccuped, the keys tumbling from your hand and clattering to the floor.

You giggled, "Whoopsies."

You bent to scoop them back up, but your boyfriend behind you stopped you, with a hand to your shoulder, "I'll get them, sweetheart."

You were pretty tipsy, but still noted the fond amusement in his voice. Placed a hand on his back as he bent to grab the keys and then gently pushed you aside to get to the door.

"How many glasses did you have?" He asked, teasingly.

It had been a rare night out for the both of you, usually too tired to do anything other than lay on the couch with a movie.

But tonight, you'd managed to make it out of the house on a double date with Samira and Jack and Robby had volunteered to be the designated driver. You had taken the keys from him on the walk up to the house, insisting you could open the door yourself. But now he took over, immune to your pouting.

"I don't know," You sighed, "At least three."

He chuckled as he turned the door knob, pushing it open and past the threshold.

Quickly, you followed after, shoving him up against the wall, eliciting a surprised laugh from him, "What are you doin', honey?"

You kicked the door closed behind you and fumbled with the button on his jeans as you kissed up his neck, nibbling softly at his jaw, "Want you."

He sighed as you shoved your hand into his boxers, his soft cock twitching for you immediately as you reached for his balls, "Now?" He managed.

You nodded into his neck, "Right now, please."

It wasn't difficult to convince him, as it often wasn't. He had always been so easy for you, almost pliant, though you would never say it to him like that. Knew he would take it the wrong way, even if you adored it.

Soon enough, you straddled him as he laid back against the pillows, watching you in the low light of the bedside lamp. You rubbed your slick folds over his now hard cock, watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. You loved to watch how he reacted to you, nevermind the view of his bare chest below you, you could never get enough of him.

The alcohol was fading from you, but still had you feeling giddy as you sank down on him, the feel of him filling you up more intense than it usually was sober, the butterflies filling up your stomach quite suddenly.

You leaned over him to kiss him, chest to his chest as you ground your hips against him. You were vaguely aware of him swearing, confessing how much he loved you, helpless to your relentless rhythm.

"Fuck, feel so good, m'girl…pretty girl," He gripped your cheeks in his hand, forcing your eyes to look into his. You lost your cadence at their bottomless warmth, floored by the seemingly endless adoration there. In your pause, he gripped your hips and helped you to fuck him faster, until he was panting hard, falling apart just moments later.

Exhausted, you collapsed against his sweaty chest and closed your eyes as you listened to his heart beat begin to slow, no longer galloping.

"Come on, baby," He said eventually, "Let's get you in the shower."

"I don't wanna shower," You whined. Always curiously childlike when drunk, but still just as stubborn as always.

"Yes, you do. And you'll be upset with me in the morning if I don't make you now. So, come on." He said, gently steering you down the hallway and towards the bathroom, "I'll help."

True to his word, when Robby got in the shower with you, he grabbed your makeup eraser, wetting it before taking your chin between his fingers and wiping lightly over your face, "Close your eyes," He murmured.

You loved when he was soft like this, when he took care of you. Drunk as you were, the way he handled you, delicately, like you were something to be treasured, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

When he was done, he kissed along your jaw to the sensitive spot just below your ear and you shivered, "Didn't think I forgot about you, did you?" He whispered as he slipped a hand between your legs.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the tile walls of the shower. Let yourself drown in the feel of his calloused fingers against your clit, the ecstasy of his tongue as it swirled around your nipples.

You came undone in what felt like moments and he smothered your moans with his mouth. He cooed sweet words in your ear as he cleaned you up and got you into bed, one of his soft, worn t-shirts over your body.

Easily, you drifted off, limbs wrapped around his body and his lips at the shell of your ear. You wouldn't remember his words the next morning, just that you could hear the love as it echoed into your dreams.

[pinkandblueblurbs]

TW piss kink (maybe??)

so like maybe you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom but after you get in there (like just walked in) robby also shows up. he has you sit down like usual but has you spread your legs extra wide so he can piss between them while you also pee.

18+ mdni mmmph…. anon………. thank you….. this is my kinda piss kink bc i think i find men pissing to be sexy… visually?? i guess? but i dont rlly love anything with piss on or in anybody all that much so this. this gets me. this is amazing. thank you

the thought of him doing it so casually…. not even to try to turn you on, truly for the sake of efficiency, but then he sees what it does to you…..

you’re just about to pull down your panties, your thumbs are caught in the elastic waistband, when robby steps in and startles you a bit. but he’s casual as ever…he just raises a brow when you stop in your tracks. “what? go ahead, kid.”

and you give a quick little nod, remembering this is no big deal— robby has seen you pee before!! so you pull down your panties and pop a squat.

and you expect robby to just lean against the counter n wait his turn….but then he’s stepping up to the toilet, right in front of you, your nose at his naval as his left hand reaches towards his boxers.

you look up at him warily, a clear question in your eyes, but rather than answer it robby just nods his head towards the fabric stretched around your knees, n he reaches down with his other hand to hook a finger into it. “Get these— there we go.” he mutters as your panties fall and pool around your ankles. then he nudges your knee outward with his leg

You gape up at him, “What are—?”

“Gimme some room, hon, c’mon.” Is all he says, his voice a low sleepy rumble. You swallow, but obediently let your thighs part wider.

Robby pulls out his soft cock, looking completely nonplussed. He shifts his weight on his feet, then with a soft grunt and a slight backwards tilt of his head, he starts pissing. The stream’s aimed right between your legs, and you hear the all familiar hiss as it hits the water in the bowl below you. You have to remind yourself to breathe through your shock.

Robby stares down at you, barely hiding his cocky amusement at how clearly infatuated you are with this. “You waitin’ for something?”

Your gaze flits up to his face. “Huh?”

His brows shoot up and he softens his voice to patronizingly remind you. “You also have to pee.”

“Oh—“ You glance down again, where Robby’s stream is quickly going from a trickle to the last few drops. You let out a soft whimper, half embarrassed half aroused, before finally starting to go yourself.

“There you go.”

Robby says it like you shouldnt have needed the verbal prompting to piss into the same toilet as him. Like this is the simplest thing in the world. Just another night.

Then he tucks himself away and steps over to the sink to give his hands a quick wash. While he does it he glances at you on the toilet and he heaves a sigh at the sight of you. You’re peeing slowly, the action clearly an afterthought as you press your thighs together and stare, dumfounded, at the crotch of his boxers.

Robby chuckles and drops his head before he shakes it. “I know that look.” He makes a sweeping gesture, hurrying you along. “Finish up. C’mon. I’m gonna have to fuck you so you can get back to sleep.”

[ceriseangels]

Clink, Clink, Being This Young Is Art- J.A.

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Ditzy!Cart Girl!Reader

WC: 5.3k

Summary: Your last group of the day happen to be doctors from a local hospital. When one gets too handsy, another stands up for you, wooing you in the process.

Contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, unprotected p in v sex, semi-public (secluded) sex, reader faces sexual harrassment (ass slapping, crude comments, etc), lmk if i missed any!

A/N: divider from @thecutestgrotto ! im not even gonna lie i loved this idea but i kind of hate the way i executed it so if this sucks im sorry

The sun is hot, beating down on Jack's scalp, even through his golf cap. Sweat brews underneath, tickling his curls in a way that tells him he's going to have a rough day.

Dread bubbles in his stomach as he reluctantly shuts the door to his truck, taking in the greens before him. They're large, many acres over a large country club, one he's unsure he could pronounce the name of, let alone fit in at.

He spots the pro shop, so large and intimidating he feels like a cartoon character, cowering under an evil giant. An evil giant in white linens and golf gloves.

So to speak, this is not his crowd. All the same, he grabs his golf clubs, and begins his journey into this hellacious day.

As he approaches, he spots the reason he's here— some hospital higher up he's been sent to impress in order to garner some more PTO for his staff.

They're lucky he loves them.

"Dr. Abbot!" The big-wig croons, a plain man aptly named Dr. Alex Smith. Jack's face stretches in a tight smile as he extends his hand for a shake. "How are you? So happy you could join us."

"I'm alright," he replies, a nonchalant air in his tone. "It's a gorgeous day."

He's not typically one for niceties and small talk, but today? It's a bit of a different story.

As Dana so lovingly puts it, he's shit at hiding his feelings, and he needs to fix his fuckin' face. He's going to need all the luck he can get.

"Absolutely beautiful!" He booms, clapping him on the back.

The man's hand is large and aggressive, and Jack assumes the two adjectives will describe today quite well.

Soon, a golf cart rolls down the gravel. a blessing that spares him from more small talk. His relief is momentary, though, because what he sees behind the wheel nearly gives him a heart attack.

You're sitting there, the prettiest thing he's seen in years. Pink manicured nails perch atop the black leather as you slow down, shifting the gear.

His eyes drift from your sweet face, down to the white tennis dress clinging to your curves. It's enough to make him dizzy, and he wills himself to look at something, anything else.

He regrets this, because of course he does, as he takes in the rest of your cart. It's bigger than your average golf cart, and, in his defense, what you've done with it makes it seem a lot bigger.

Jack takes it in, a bright pink explosion assaulting his vision. A pink disco ball swings from the rearview mirror, reflecting off your pretty face in shiny glass shards.

A baby pink tarp protects you from the sun, and the protective urge in him yearns to put a cap on your head. He's seen enough scalp damage in the ED to last him a lifetime.

Jutting out of the side is a little cabinet, filled to the brim with snacks. The counter below has little handles on the side, and he can only imagine the different types of alcohol in there.

In the haze of you, he thinks he hears a low whistle coming from his left, coincidentally where Dr. Smith posts up beside him. Anger burns through him, and he extends his neck, twisting his head from side to side, desperate to shake it off.

You pop up, breaking his bubble with a sweet, 'hi!', and a wiggle of your fingers. Your manicure flashes in the sun at your greeting, and he wills himself to think of dead puppies, his grandma, anything to rid his brain of your beauty.

Smith is first to approach, holding out a hand for you to shake. Ever so polite, you accept, greeting each member of their group with the same level of enthusiasm.

"Last, but not least!" You chirp, holding your hand out to Jack.

He freezes, forgetting he's actually there, and not an invisible passerby. Eyes darting to your hand, it feels robotic, the way he extends his own, letting you lead the shake.

God, what kind of man is he?

Looking past you, Smith has already planted himself in the front seat of the cart, and nothing about that sits right with Jack. The rest of the group is relegated to another, normal golf cart, trailing behind yours to the first hole.

His eyes can't help but burn into the back of you, keeping an eye on Smith, as well. Jack doesn't know much, but he knows damn well that if he touched you, he'd simply see red.

This passion, this fire, scares him. He just learned your name all of five minutes ago, didn't even know you existed when he opened his eyes this morning.

Yet, you've captivated him. Your kind smile, your bubbly personality, it's enough to make a man go weak in the knees.

Though, he supposes that's why you were hired. He can't be the only man who's felt this way in your presence, in fact, he's probably far from it.

The thought makes his stomach twist, and he pushes it down as the cart comes to a stop. He averts his gaze as you swing out of your own vehicle, though you make it difficult, you're so pretty.

With a snap of your sweet fingers, you gather the attention of the men in record time. It's impressive, the way the group flocks to you, and Jack's no exception.

Guilt roils through him as you meet his gaze, a smile spreading your lips in a way that makes his heart pound. You deserve better than his leering, though the way your eyes linger for a moment gives him a sliver of hope.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he snaps his head away from you. Your voice floods his ears, soft enough to lull him to sleep if he really tried hard enough.

"Okay," you start, clapping your hands together. "So, here is how my cart works- any time you're hungry, or thirsty, let me know, and I'll get you taken care of."

I'll get you taken care of. Fuck, Jack, you pervert.

"All of your orders will be put on the tab of an…" rummaging for a small receipt tucked in one of the cabinets. "Alex Smith?"

Jack's heart lurches, stomach turning at his name.

"Doctor, sweetheart," he clarifies, and Jack can't help his eye roll. "Dr. Alex Smith."

Fix your fuckin' face, Abbot, Dana's voice plays in his head.

He sees you tense at the nickname, and his fingers clench in a fist. Desperate to ease your discomfort, he butts in.

"Thank you," he huffs, and your gaze snaps to his. "For- y'know-" he clears his throat, regretting opening his mouth. "Being there for us today."

His breath hitches at the eye contact, the first time he's been brave enough to give your face a proper look. You're so stunning, his heart hurts. You give him a small smile, and somehow his chest puffs on its own.

"Of course! Are you a doctor too?" Your smile widens with your question, and Jack nearly trips just standing there.

"Uh-yeah, yeah, I am," he coughs into a closed fist, holding out his free one for you to shake. "Dr. Abbot."

The regret is instant, once your hand touches his. It's electric, sending shockwaves through his veins. Smooth fingers wrapping around his calloused ones, your firm shake a pleasant surprise.

He can feel his hand clamming up, a small voice in the back of his head chanting, wrong, wrong, this is wrong. Clearing his throat, he brings his hand back like he's been shocked. In a way, he has.

Your smile falters, and he's unsure if he's seeing properly as you return your attention back to the rest of the group.

"Our drink options range from water, to soda, to some beers and hard seltzers. We don't sell hard liquor, just to be clear," you hold up a stern finger, a coy smile on your pretty face.

Your instructions were met with nods and grumbles of approval, and Jack is entranced by how easily you've captivated this group of grown men.

"Okay!" You chirp, clapping your hands together. "Let me know if you guys need anything, have so much fun!"

His heart patters at your squeal, and he tampers it down as best he can. He'll never see you again after today, and it has to stay that way.

The doctors within his group saddle up to the first hole, Jack hanging towards the back. Jack has golfed before, but it's definitely not his preferred activity, especially after losing his leg.

Peeking out of his peripheral, you make it all the more enticing, much to his everlasting dismay. Perched on the bench of your cart, you give a peppy clap, maybe a 'woo-hoo!', if they swing really well.

It makes Jack's stomach hurt, knowing he won't get that from you. Walking up to the hole, his first hit is instantly out of bounds.

"Woah! Bad morning, Abbot?" Smith asks, dripping with condescension.

His heart rate spikes, flitting his gaze over to the man, but he's not looking at him. He's got a thumb pointed toward Jack, wagging it as if to say, 'get a load of this guy.'

This would irritate Jack on any normal day, but with Smith's gaze on you, the way it lingers, like it's a joke he's not in on, it's enough to make him disintegrate.

The rest of the morning, his swing is just as terrible. Silly distractions flit through his mind, the wind rustling through your skirt, the tap of your pretty nails on the beer bottles you keep popping for Smith.

Smith. Jack has half a mind to report him to the board after today. The way he leers at you, flirts with you the drunker he gets, it's enough to make him vomit all over the pristine greens.

You take it all with a smile, friendly enough to keep him at bay, but not too overindulgent, as if to suggest reciprocated interest. The amount of times you've probably had to deal with this is something Jack would rather not think about.

"Woah! You see that, pretty girl?" Smith croons, pointing toward the birdie he just hit. "Not the only stroke I'm good at."

Jack's head snaps up, white hot rage simmering deep in his belly. His mouth moves before his brain can catch up.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say to her?" He asks, and the entire group snaps their heads in is direction.

His ears turn pink, but he refuses to back down.

Smith rears his head back, as if he's never been called out for his predatory behavior. He probably hasn't.

"Uhm-" he chuckles, scrambling for words. "Why do you care so much, Abbot? You wanna find out?"

Jack rolls his eyes, teeing up to his own ball.

"Just want to make sure you're keepin' it professional, Smith," he says, hitting the ball without making eye contact. "This is a work function, you know."

"Yeah, well if you care that much about being a professional, maybe you'd swing better," he condescends, clapping a hand on Jack's shoulder.

He flinches at the contact, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Boys, boys!" Your sweet voice flutters. "Please keep it kosher, or I'm going to have to end our game early."

You approach Jack as you speak, and his heart thumps louder in his chest.

"Thank you, Dr. Abbot," you coo, and his cheeks burn. "But I can take care of myself, I'm a big girl."

He rolls his eyes, desperate to tamper down his desire at the name you've bestowed upon yourself.

"Sorry, 'f course you are," he shakes his head, looking down. "'s just not right. He shouldn't speak to you that way."

Then, you do the unexpected. A delicate hand perches on his forearm, forcing his gaze back to you.

"You're sweet," you whisper, so quiet he can barely even hear it. "I'm okay, promise," you squeeze his muscle, and he expects you to walk away, for that to be the end of it.

But you don't. You stay, saddling up next to him to watch the rest of the group take their turn. The lingering smell of your sweet perfume fills his nose, and he nearly passes out.

He nods, not really wanting to believe you. The instinct to protect you looms large over his head, a solar eclipse of possession that threatens to choke him.

He shifts on his leg, a dull ache starting to settle in where the bone meets prosthetic. He leans on his golf club like it's a cane— the juxtaposition of you next to him, hands on your hips, left one jutting out, clutches his heart.

He's desperate to be as subtle as possible, not wanting to put any more attention on himself, but you notice. Of course you do, your pretty head flitting towards his stance.

"Oh! Do you need to sit? I'm so sorry, where are my manners!" You chastise, and he attempts a self-deprecating wave.

"No, no, gosh, I'm okay, you've been perfectly pleasant," he replies, training his eyes on the ground beneath him.

"Well, let me continue to do so and offer you a seat," you hold an arm out, and he accepts, grateful through the fog of his embarrassment.

Escorting him to your cart, he takes a seat, a long groan escaping his lips at the relief. Maneuvering his bad knee, his pant leg rides up, exposing the carbon fiber of his prosthetic.

A small gasp escapes your lips at the sight, and his heart sinks. The last thing he needed was your pity.

"I'm fine, please, don't," he waves a hand around, avoiding eye contact as embarrassment creeps up his spine.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't-" you shake your head, and he instantly feels guilty for opening his mouth in the first place. "I just= I should've mentioned this at first, but we have chairs for accessibility! Here-"

He watches as you reach towards the top of the cart, a pull out drawer nestled above the snack cabinet. Your waist stretches as you reach, and he nearly has to palm himself to keep his cool. In it, you reach and pull out a folding lawn chair, wiggling it in the air in offering.

He can't help but smile, despite the guilt relentless in his veins. He nods, the apples of his cheeks pink and pert.

"This will be much more comfortable, Dr. Abbot," you coo, placing your hands on his shoulders as he settles in.

A long sigh leaves him as he sits, his breath hitching at the contact. He's near a blissful state, the bubble of your attention closing in around him.

That is, until, he remembers who he's with.

"Hey!" Smith yells from across the greens. "If I knew losing my leg would get me special treatment, I would've gone with ya to Afghanistan, buddy!"

He cackles, high fiving the men surrounding him. Jack's stomach burns with shame, embarrassment, rage.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Smith," you call, and his heart stops. "That's incredibly inappropriate. It's not special treatment, I'm just making sure he's as comfortable as you guys are, please refrain from making comments like that again."

His heart sings, a symphony conducted by your sweet words. He looks down, tears pricking the back of his eyes. He can't remember the last time someone spoke up for him like that, and God, did he ache.

"Ohhh, c'mon, baby," Smith croons, his unsteady gait bringing him closer to you. "I'm just bein' funny. What? You don't like funny guys?"

Your face pinches as he comes closer, standing proud and strong nonetheless. God, he admires you so much.

"I like it when guys make jokes that don't poke fun at someone's trauma," the pep in your voice is gone, and a chill runs down Jack's spine.

"Pssh, please," Smith rolls his eyes, saddling up beside you. "You can't pretend you haven't been giving me eyes all morning."

Jack watches the scene unfold, tensing up as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Smith-" Jack warns, but it's too late.

His hand goes lower, until it's reached your backside, a pinch followed by a swat. You jump, your hands instinctively reaching back to protect you. Jack sees red.

He's up, the ache in his leg now next to nothing, nothing compared to the rage he feels on your behalf. Rearing his fist back, he socks Smith in the face before he can think otherwise.

"Oh my God!" You squeal, and he darts his gaze over to you.

Your eyes are wide, scared and glossy. His heart hurts.

"What the fuck Abbot!" Smith seethes, gritting through his teeth and writhing on the ground.

"Smith I-" Jack starts, but he bites his apology back. He's not fucking sorry, so why should he try to save face now?

"You can kiss your position fucking goodbye," he spits up at him

"Uhm- I have to=let me call my manager," you croak, shaky fingers fumbling for your cell phone.

You lift the device to your ear as you run behind the cart. Jack's heart clutches, he swears he can see you wipe away a tear before you fully disappeared.

Jack's heart pounds in his chest the longer he can't see you, adrenaline pumping through his veins as his hands start to shake.

He itches to chase you, to follow you and wipe your tears and ask if you're okay. His heart drops, though, knowing that it's not possible, that he's absolutely fucked it.

You're soon replaced by a man, approaching the group with his own golf cart. You don't take off until he's there, but when you do, you nearly kick up dust with your speed.

Guilt is acid in his stomach, bubbling and popping like witch's stew. His adrenaline is relentless, moving his feet for him as he runs to the spare golf cart.

He thanks whatever powers that be that the keys rest in the ignition. Wasting no time, he turns it, moving the gear into drive and pressing his foot on the pedal.

He finds you in the main hall, nursing a fruity drink at the bar. His heart sinks looking at you, slumped over, head down, quiet shakes rocking your shoulders.

It's only now that the adrenaline eventually subsides, deep breaths heaving his chest. Regret swoops over him, that live long guilt he's wrestled with all day rearing its ugly head.

He doesn't back down, though. He's just slower, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants as he nears your bar stool.

"Hey," he says.

It's slow, careful. His heart hurts when you look up, your glossy eyes meeting his. He watches you snap back into your professionalism, wiping your tears and offering him a watery smile.

"Hi, Dr. Abbot," you croak. "I'm so sorry I took off on you guys, I just- that's never happened to me before."

"No," he waves a gentle hand. "No apologies, if anything, it's me who should be apologizing. I feel like I made it worse. You told me you could handle yourself, and I should have listened."

He hovers by the neighboring stool, not wanting to push your boundaries unless offered.

"No, no, it's okay," you say, sitting up a bit straighter. "You can sit, I won't break."

Your smile lights him up from the inside out, and he slides onto the brown leather. His heart picks up in speed as he settles into the new proximity, his thigh brushing against yours.

"Hey! Josh!" You call to the bartender, a young man who immediately responds. "Can I get a…" you trail off, eyeing Jack up and down before deciding, "a jack and coke. Thanks!"

"My name's actually Jack. How'd you know?" He asks, and your mouth drops in sweet surprise.

"What! No way!" You swat his bicep, and the brief contact gives him enough energy to run to the moon. "Dr. Jack Abbot. I like it!"

He flushes a deep red, one that spreads from his cheeks all the way down his neck. Bringing a hand to his nape, he scruffs once, twice, three times to quell his rapid heart rate.

It's then that Josh brings his drink, and he gratefully accepts. Taking a big swig, he feels your eyes burning into him.

"Hey, Jack?" You ask, your voice tender and sweet. "Wanna go for a drive?"

Your question intrigues him, and he winds up in your passenger's seat, down the back roads of a country club you intimately know.

"This is where my dad would take me when I was little," you tell him, pulling into a cove of willow trees along the path.

"Yeah? You've been coming here for a while?" He asks as you park, the wind rustling the beautiful view in front of you two.

"My dad is now president of the board," you admit with an eye roll. "This job was just to keep me out of his hair."

"Wow," he blinks. "So that's why you didn't care about running off in the middle of your group?"

It's a risky tease, he knows that, but it's so worth it when he sees you smile. He flushes, can't help himself when he says,

"You're so pretty."

Your breath hitches at the compliment, and he'd regret it if your eyes hadn't sparkled. It's so easy for him to get lost in your eyes, to almost forget how you got to this point, but then he does, and his face falls.

"Listen, I'm sorry, I don't want to put myself on you, especially if you don't want it. Not after today," he shakes his head, eyes trained in his lap. "But I think you're incredibly beautiful, and way out of my league. I'm thankful you even looked at me today, let alone-"

He's cut off by your lips on his, a gentle, soft hand scraping his cheek. It pushes a light 'oomph!' from his lips, though he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back.

There's a string of spit connecting you when you pull away, and Jack breathes out a long, heavy sigh.

"I actually couldn't stop looking at you, Jack," you confess, and his heart swells. "Even when you missed every single hole."

He throws his head back in a sweet laugh, grasping your arm as you lean into your own giggles.

"I only missed because I couldn't stop thinking about the prettiest girl in the world only feet away," he confesses, rubbing the fabric of your dress between his fingertips.

"You're too nice to me," you mutter, resting your hands on his shoulders. "I want you, Jack. Is that okay?"

He shoots his gaze up, his mouth slightly parted.

"You do?" He asks, not quite believing his own ears.

His belly burns as you nod your head, leaning your face closer to his.

"And I don't want this to be just sex, how do you feel about that?" You whisper, your lips against his, taunting him.

He nods, his hand finding your waist.

"Yeah, I feel good about that," he chokes out, a Cheshire smile spreading your lips.

"Good," you quip, swinging your legs over his hips. "But we're gonna start with sex. That okay?"

He nods, eager like a school boy, but he doesn't have time to be embarrassed when your mouth meets his.

It's intense this time, deep and passionate, your tongue running over his bottom lip. His hands settle on your waist, a light squeeze encouraging you to put your full weight on him.

It's electrifying, the way you connect. your weight coating him with desire. He feels himself twitch in his pants, a muffled groan escaping him as you roll your hips.

"Feel good, Doctor?" You ask, eliciting a gasp from the deepest parts of his chest.

"So good, you're a dream," he mumbles, grazing his nose against yours.

You kiss him again, rolling your tongue over his at your newfound access. Rolling your hips once more, he plants his feet on the ground, thrusting up into your clothed center.

"Ah!" You whine, throwing your head back. He peppers kisses along your neck, surprised when you press down on his hips with yours, wiggling a little. "You're not doing any of the work, handsome," a coy smile spreads your lips. "Let me, your poor leg's been through enough."

He swears he could cum right then and there. Fully hard now, you continue your motions, now slipping your arms through your sleeves.

The top of your dress falls, exposing your pretty tits to the late afternoon sun. His head darts around, looking for any stragglers. There's no one, and a wave of relief floods through him.

"You're sweet," you coo, fingertips returning his gaze to you. "But nobody comes back here, trust me."

"Oh, so you take all your golf guys here, huh?" He asks. It's playful, but the possibility of your answer makes him seethe.

"Only the important ones, the ones I really need," you mutter, nipping his lobe before sitting up on your knees.

You wiggle the rest of your dress off, sliding it down your knees and flinging it off your ankles. His eyes widen as you mount him again, now in nothing but your panties.

His finger traces the waistband, and your breath hitches in his ear.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Jesus Christ," he whispers, smashing his lips against yours once more.

You fiddle with his belt buckle, moving to his zipper, pulling him out with an eagerness that strokes his ego. He's heavy, his cock flopping against his polo shirt.

Your eyes go wide, and his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can't believe you, sweet, beautiful, stunning you, is interested in him. He feels like a million bucks.

"God, how's this gonna fit in me, Jackie?" You ask, giving him a few strokes.

A shiver unzips his spine, and he throws his head back against the seat. Chest heaving, his stomach burns with desire for you. The curve of your waist under his fingers, the delicate touch on his cock, it's enough to make him insane. You make him insane.

Swinging your legs off of him, you kneel along the bench, ass up in the air. He pouts at the loss of your warmth, and you smile. You pinch his cheek, placing a chaste kiss there after.

"You're cute," you dote, and he blushes. "I'm gonna put your cock in my mouth now, 'kay?"

He nods, still in disbelief this is even happening. Your lips wrap around him, and his vision goes white. Jaw going slack, he lets a strangled groan pass through him.

"Wow, wow, oh God, sweetheart, that's so good," he whispers, hand in your hair as you take more and more of him. "Holy shit."

You wiggle your ass at the compliment, hollowing your cheeks as you reach his base. Your nose tickles the curls that pepper his skin, and he has to hold himself back from bucking up into you.

"Fuck!" He shouts, squeezing his eyes shut as he free hand finds your ass.

It slips into your panties, palming your bare ass in his big hand. You shake into him again, and he nearly blows his load then.

He feels the front of your panties move, then, and he looks to find your hand slipping in them.

"Ah, ah!" He swats your hand away, taking over. "Let me, gorgeous."

Your folds are so slick, his stomach burns. They're silky, smooth with your desire, and if all he does for the rest of his life is make you cum. he'd be happy with that.

He finds your clit, reveling in your little jump, little squeal around his dick. The vibrations rattle through him, and his stomach burns with hot desire.

Pulling off of him with a gasp, you rest your head on his thigh, stroking his cock as he continues to touch you.

"I'm gonna cum, Jackie, feels too good," you squeeze your eyes shut, pressing a sweet kiss to the thick skin.

"Yeah, go ahead, baby, that's such a good idea, hm?" He asks, picking up his pace a little. "Gonna get you nice and relaxed so you can take this cock, 'kay sweetie?"

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, a few loose moans escaping your lips. It's like a dream, the pleasure etching itself across your face. Fire blooms in his veins, his desire for you almost palpable.

"Oh, Jackie!" You squeal, body tensing as you soak his fingers.

"Thaaat's it," he coos, rubbing you through your release. "That's my girl, good job, good job."

You gasp, clinging to his forearm as you come down.

"Oh my gosh, that was incredible, thank you Jackie," you smile up at him, slowly sitting up.

His hands stabilize you, settling your shaking body back over his. Your tits dangle in his face, and he can't help but pepper kisses along the plush skin.

"You ready, angel?" He looks up at you, and your eager nod is his final cue before he pushes your hips down.

You swallow his tip, your walls tight and slick, his eyes rolling back into his head. It's dizzying, how tight you are around him.

"Oh! Jackie it's already so big, how am I gonna take all of you?" You ask, and his heart pounds.

"God, you can't say that to me, gonna blow my load before you can even do that," he breathes out a laugh, finding your eyes.

Your eyes glaze over as you sink further down onto him, his stomach burning. He grips your hips, pushing you further down onto him.

Once you're seated, he nearly blacks out. He gives you a swift slap to your ass, encouraging you to find your rhythm.

You listen, the good girl you are, bouncing up and down, up and down. It's slow at first, intoxicating and tantalizing as you drag his length through your walls.

"Fuck," he breaths, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Good?" You ask, lips pressed to his temple.

The warm air of your words absorb in his skin, if he could eat them, he would.

"So good, fuckin' perfect," he whispers, hands gripping your ass as you speed up.

Blood roars in his ears, his eyes blazing as they follow your breasts, bouncing with each thrust.

It's overwhelming, almost, the jiggle of your plush skin against his.

"Oh Jackie, 'm gonna cum again," you whimper, planting your hands on his shoulders and speeding up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathes. "Me too, gonna cum. Cum with me?"

You nod, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Embarrassingly enough, this is what does it for him. The intimacy pushes him over the edge, fire pooling low in his abdomen with his release.

He dissolves into the pleasure, helping you rock against him. Your sweet cries echo through the empty space, mixing with his grunts and groans.

"Jackie, fuck, that's so good, fuck, fuck," you whine, and he presses a quick slap to your ass as he twitches, coming down from his high.

You settle on him with a shiver, relaxing into his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Breathing together, he rubs his hand up and down your back, adding a light scratch and invoking goosebumps.

You press kisses all along his shoulder, on each freckle, his tummy burning with something sweeter, brighter than before.

"Hey," you whisper, biting the shell of his ear. "I know this is totally backwards, but hear me out."

Before you get any further, he lifts up your head, boring his eyes into yours.

"What, sweet girl?" He asks, pressing a quick kiss to your smile.

"I say," you start, "we get cleaned up, and you come join me in the Great Hall for dinner. I memorized Smith's tab, we can put it on there," you finish with a wink.

He throws his head back with a laugh, bringing you in for another kiss.

"That sounds amazing," he coos, cradling the nape of your neck in his hand.

"And theennnn," you drawl, slipping off him and reaching for your dress. "We can go back to mine, and I can show you something that no other customer has seen," you wiggle your eyebrows, and his heart skips.

"Deal, baby."

[heavensentwhore]

"supply closet sex with frank" this, "sneaking off into an empty exam room with frank" that

no...i raise you... sneaking off into a supply closet for 2 minutes of silence and hug w hands under his scrub shirt because that man needs peace and emotional regulation thrice a day

[liltrinkets]

jack abbot scoldingly saying “ah! no ma’am” unlocked something for me… oh my god…. i saw you wrote a lil petplay so if you’d be open to any puppy!reader and jack i’d love to hear any thoughts you have!! your writing is great!

jack expects good manners from his little lady!!

but rly i cannot stop thinking about jack and his gf, who has a penchant for biting and generally being a brat.

he’s brushing hair out of her face? she’s trying to nip his fingers. he’s cuddling her in bed? she’s sinking her teeth into his bicep. he’s cooking dinner? she’s coming up behind him and chomping at his neck, startling him. (and if he smacks her ass with the wooden spoon, that’s between him and god.)

he knows she does it to get a reaction from him. and - it works. more often than not, he’s swatting at her hands, or holding her jaw shut, or pulling on her hair in an effort to correct her, usually adding a low “ah ah ah - what do you think you’re doing?” or “no ma’am - hands to yourself,” or “if that’s how you’re going to use your mouth, i’m not going to let you use it at all.” - and then he shoves a bone shaped gag in her mouth so she can look and sound stupid for the rest of the night :(((

[pinkandblueblurbs]

no ma’am hands to yourself!!! and smacking her ass w the wooden spoon…. saying its between him and god wow that’s so good and so him im obsessed!!!

[pinkandblueblurbs]

18+ mdni thinking about jack abott and his sweet girl who gets distracted during sex n can have trouble finishing…

he can see when you’re into it— meeting his eye, smiling, responding to his words with sweet whimpers n hushed whispers as he fucks you… but then he can see when your head goes elsewhere. your eyes glaze over a bit and drift to the ceiling, you stop grinding down to meet his thrusts.

His hand comes up to cup your face in an attempt to draw you back, and you turn your face to kiss his palm, but he knows it’s just an absentminded reflex.

“Hey.” Jack urges, voice a low rasp. “Hey, doll. Look at me.” He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. “Where’d you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, all breathy as Jack’s hips snap forward n his cock kisses your cervix. “Just thinking.”

Jack shakes his head, light and easy and hardly a reprimand. “You’ve got all the time in the world to think, sweetheart. I need you to focus right now, can you do that for me?”

You nod.

“Feel this?” He rolls his hips again, slow and deep. “Feel how full you are?”

You nod again, and this time your brows furrow n your face scrunches in pleasure as you fully find your way back to the present.

“Yeah. Attagirl. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” You breathe out. You let your back arch, rutting down against Jack to chase that build-up you need. He nods encouragingly.

“There you go. You’re doing such a good job.” Jack’s hand moves low between your bodies. He finds your clit, rolls it between the pads of his index and middle fingers.

He smirks when you moan and tremble. He knows you’re getting there, but also knows that you could just as easily lose it again. So he keeps talking.

“Such a good girl for me. Look how fuckin’ perfect you are.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then he connects his lips to yours and lets his tongue sweep inside, swallowing your next moan. He’s panting softly when he pulls away.

His fingers speed up just a bit when he can tell that you need more. He nods, urging you along when your hands come up to grip his shoulders and you look at him with desperate eyes. He keeps the encouragement flowing freely. “Good girl. Come on, you can do it. I feel you getting close, babydoll. You’re doing so well. I wanna feel you to cum on my cock.”

Your brows knit in concentration and you writhe on the bed, trying to move the right way and find the right angles to finally send yourself over the edge.

When it works you tighten up everywhere— your fingers dig into the freckled flesh of Jack’s shoulders, your body goes rigid, your mouth slackens in a long, airy moan. Jack groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching up around him, pulling his cock in deep.

“Goood girl.” Jack grits out. His hips stutter as he diligently fucks you through your orgasm. “You’re so good, honey. Fuck.” His forehead falls against yours, sweaty gray curls pressing against your hairline and lust-blown eyes mere inches from your own. “That never gets fucking old.”

[pinkandblueblurbs]

18+ mdni robby literally has you trained to heel… you’ll be out n about w him and jack’s tagging along, you lag behind while they’re walking n chatting and robby doesnt even have to slow down or stop talking, he just snaps his fingers down at his side then holds out his hand behind him n waits… he feels your smaller hand slide into his a moment later after you take a couple running steps to catch up…. sobsobsob

[ceriseangels]

on god we’re gonna get you some mood stabilizers and some emdr stat

[mrs-dr-reid]

Get my man some Paxil STAT

[softtachycardia]

you have a habit of tracing jack’s veins. it started out innocent, just an absentminded brush of your thumb across his hand. but when you transferred over to work in the CT department, you had to learn more about venipuncture and starting IVs. jack, of course, was willing to help you by being your very own personal pincushion. you would spend hours tracing his veins, confirming you had the tourniquet on correctly, understanding which veins felt strong and which ones you should try and avoid. 

even after you gained your confidence in placing IVs, you still had the habit of tracing jack’s veins when you were together. you’d check in the bend of his arm for his median cubital vein, follow the veins along his forearm, across his wrist, and even on the back of his hand. jack didn’t notice your little habit at first, but once he did it melted him.

so, he started looking for any excuse to curl up beside you, resting his arm across your lap or slipping his hand into yours, just so he could feel your fingertips absentmindedly tracing the familiar paths beneath his skin. jack liked knowing your hands had long since stopped studying him, and had simply learned him.

[lostalioth]

Head canons of Jack having a low key feisty and sassy younger girlfriend that he loves to try and keep up with :)

— ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sᴀssʏ!ɢғ ﾒ૦

→ warnings: jack abbot x younger!fem reader, fluff, smut, nicknames [brat, princess], reader calls jack old man, not proofread

→ a/n: wrote reader more feisty than sassy cause idk how to write sassy well and it is more likely what jack would call you lol

Jack’s sassy gf! who has such a quick comeback to anything thrown her way it leaves him a little dizzy sometimes. You have such a mouth on you that it will on rare occasions get you in trouble. Both in public with strangers and in the bedroom with Jack.

Jack’s sassy gf! who is the only one allowed to call Jack old (she means it affectionately), that's her old man okay! If you hear someone make a comment about him when the two of you are out on a date. You spin on your heel so fast, hair flipping as you spin, more than ready to fight a bitch. “What was that?”

Jack’s sassy gf! that walks with a natural sway to her hips that hypnotizes Jack when you speed walk ahead of him whining out — “You’re going too slow baby” He catches up soon after and swats you lightly on the ass for the comment before grabbing your hand.

Jack’s sassy gf! that knows how to get her way when she’s pissed Jack off with her attitude one too many times. “Come on old man, please” you plead, looking up at him through your batting eyelashes, running your hand down the bulge in his pants. He hisses through his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut knowing you’ll get what you want.

Jack’s sassy gf! who is a brat about 24/7 so much so it is a little exhausting for Jack to keep up with her and correct her. It’s his fault for spoiling you so much. 

Jack’s sassy gf! who is rather blunt and it surprises him sometimes, never holding back from telling him how something makes you feel. 

Jack’s sassy gf! who loses all her fight and sass when he has her spread out under him, fucking into her leaking pussy. “S’ too much Jack!” you whine and all he can do is tsk and shake his head — “Where’d all ya’ sass go princess? Huh brat? Got no comeback’s for your old man when he’s fucking you dumb?” you can only babble and shake your head, clawing at his forearms that pin your body down.

Jack’s sassy gf! who after losing a fight with jack about something will continue to mumble her argument under her breath. You just know you’re right and it’s very hard to listen to Jack, you don’t accept being wrong.

Jack’s sassy gf! that has been stopped short of making snarky comments in public multiple times by Jack. He will butt in to stop you by derailing the conversation, or he will squeeze your hand a little tighter than normal so you get the message. You do normally make Jack let out a little chuckle at some of your comments but sometimes it’s not the right time.

Jack’s sassy gf! who is baffled when he dishes it right back to her. “Where’s all this sassy coming from old man?” you scoff and roll your eyes as you continue what you were doing. “You must be rubbing off on me Princess” he shakes his head. If he is a little more sassy than usual after a while of dating you while at work, no one seems to make a comment about it. Probably because they’d like you to not bite their head off.

→ a/n: i don’t like this lowkey…didnt know what to write (NOT AT ALL ANONS FALUT, ITS MINE), ya’ll should check out my other jack’s gf headcannon (i like that one more)

[groovyangelkisses]

being titus' favorite cartgirl at the danforth golf course in the summer⋆˖°🏌🏼‍♀️⚘.˚⛳⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

mixing his gin tonic while he tugs on your ponytail and asks you who else you've served today. "were they nice? respectful?" "yes sir!" you chirp in response and he's smirking beneath his round glasses.

titus loves to publically toe the line, too. you're leaning over your cart to put some ice in his cup and he's using the tip of his five iron club to lift up your skirt in the slight breeze. tilting his head to see up your skirt, he looks pleased when you squeal and giggle. "just checking to see if you're in uniform, sweets"

the "uniform" being the danforth crested thong he slipped into your tip jar last week <3

[nadjasnandor]

consuming media like

[pinkandblueblurbs]

every time bro!bf frank says smth teasing and mean an angel gets its wings it's so important to me like... i want him to steal my clothes that i laid out for my shower so I have to walk to my room in a towel :( i want him to send me pictures of us fucking when I give him attitude :((( he’s so mean I love him

18+ mdni THAT LAST BIT OOOOH MY FUCKING GOD… dare i go so far as to say he gets a video of you looking at the camera while he fucks you, all wide eyed and teary and irreverent, the long fingers of his other hand pushed past your lips and resting in the warm cavern of your mouth…from behind the camera he asks “Say that again, baby. Tell me.”

“Y’feel so good, Frankie.” You babble mindlessly. You’re staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. Frank laughs.

“Not that, pretty girl. Tell me what you’d give me.”

“Anything.” You garble around his digits. Spit escapes the sides of your mouth n drips down your lip. “Anything you want, Frankie.”

“Fuck.” He groans out, stroking circles on your tongue with the pads of his fingers. “Such a good girl.”

and that video. that video is the one he sends you when you text him smth snarky.

F -> Baby come help me with the wifi it’s doing that weird thing again

-> what

-> no

-> figure it out yourself

F -> attachment: 1 video

F -> I feel like this falls under “anything”

your cheeks burn and your stomach does a flip as your fingers angrily tap out your response

*you disliked an attachment*

-> are you fucking blackmailing me right now?

F -> I’ll send it to the groupchat

-> okay so you are blackmailing me

-> which is a crime

F -> That’s true smart girl

F -> So are you gonna turn me in or come help me?

-> fine

-> coming

F -> There we go