don't tell me your zodiac or fave colour, i need your fave jack abbot tropes. i'll start:
- cowboy jack
- coming in his pants untouched
- when he's finally about to fuck you for the first time after months of pining n says something like 'you sure? cos when i have you, i have you. you're mine'
- calling him daddy for the first time n it makes him cum prematurely :p
- hearing his breathy moans down the phone as he fucks his fist to your voice <3
dana's hug when she meets you for the first time, your first shift at ptmc. it's after her eyes drop from head to toe, lips curled, eyes warm and bright. a petite hand squeezes your shoulder and pulls you into her side. "nice to meet you kid"
dana's hug when she's walking you to the ambulance bay, tears in your eyes from a shitty shift, arm slung around you with fingertips idly tracing the other side. her hands plant on your shoulders, chasing your gaze til you look up, being pulled in hard, crying into the crook of her neck. "s'okay hon, cry it out"
dana's hug in the breakroom when you're having a meltdown over something stupid outside of work. your frustration makes her laugh, pouring the two of you shitty coffee. she pulls you in, still laughing, when you cover your eyes and grunt in irritation. you melt into her. "m sure it's not as bad as it seems doll"
dana's hug on the stairwell when she found you teary eyed after a scolding from robby. her words of tough love brought you round, head resting on her shoulder as she stroked your back til enough was enough. "gotta get back in there"
dana's hug when you're walking into the ED after a vacation. eyes lit up, arms held out front with grabby hands excited to see you. you're pulled into her shoulder, chin digging into your back as she shakes the pair of you, pulling back to inspect you from head to toe. "lookin tan, missy"
dana's hug when you've finished your first year of residency, a cake with candles, card signed by everyone to say congrats, dana's name signed cursive and central. you're glowing and happy, her hand on your forearm as she tells you how amazing you are. her arms wrap around you hard, cheeks pressed against one another, a peck that comes with a mwah to pull back and find her eyes glassy and proud. "you did good, kid"
ooooooohhhmygod I’m gonna need more mom/mommy Dana please please please please PLEASEEEEEEEE I’ll do anything. and I know the post was just kinda like a ‘one all be all’ but 🤤🤤 like the moment Dana also realizes or where she goes from mom to mommy AHHHHHHH (*insert that SpongeBob meme of him yelling at the lady next to him and his eyes are bulging out *) MOM MOMMY DANA I NEED U
i have so much more mom mommy dana to write i promise you angel. that oh....oh moment from mom to mommy is siting in my drafts as we speak 😚
jack abbot loves when you tell him how much you love him during sex. he’s so cocky about it, holdin your legs up and grunting out a “yeah? you love me? i love you too, baby” before he’s cumming inside you seconds later. there’s just something about you being so fucked out, pawing at him and trying to hold onto anything while he pounds into you, yet still being so fuckin’ sweet and babbling ‘i love you’s between thrusts that really gets to him.
Sitting on Dana’s face OR the other way around either one
one time dana sits on your face ᐟજ⁀➴ the first you sits on hers. 18+, dirty talk, pussy eating <3
you were sweaty, tangled in bed sheets, thighs sticky and cunt aching. dana writhed against your hand, two fingers buried deep to the knuckle, curling hard against her g spot. you could watch her all day like this, her lips parted, the shallow pants and whimpers as she clung to you, clawed at your shoulders, trembling.
"m so close— god 'm so close i—" you could always tell by her look of concentration: tongue poking against her top lip, brows furrowed and eyes tight. then there was the look of disappointment as you withdrew your fingers, the confusion at the sudden emptiness. "wha-"
"want you to cum on my face" you breathed, "c'mon sit on my face, baby, up here" you shuffled yourself down a little, urging dana towards the headboard. she moved, but hesitantly. you could tell she'd never done this before. "s'okay, c'mon gonna feel so good" you pulled at her thigh and she straddled you just below the chin, chest still heaving from her near orgasm a second ago.
"you su- oh fuck" she couldn't finish before you craned your neck down to suck on her clit, lapping her wetness up with your tongue like it was your last time tasting her. dana's left hand flew to the headboard, the right dropping to fist into your scalp. she found her footing, shimmying up an inch til her thighs bracketed your head and your nose was nudging your clit. she rocked her hips slowly when your hands grabbed her ass, helping her roll circles whilst your tongue sunk into her hole. "jesus— my god, that's so fuckin g-good" she sped up, grinding her pussy down into your face, humping your lips as you garged incoherent sentences of praise. "shit babe i'm gonna—" mouth open, voice cracking, "i'm comin, i'm comin, i'm c-"
𑣲.
the first time you sat on dana's face, she didn't need to beg. you were on the sofa, her straddling your lap, making out til you were both breathless and soaked between the legs. she pulled away, lips pink and swollen, and you recognised the glint in her eye. the one that said she wanted to try something, nervous to vocalise it. at first.
"want something—" she panted, "want you, on my face" your cunt twitched at her words, hands roaming her chest over fabric, nipples hard beneath it. "wanna taste you" her tongue darted out to lick into you.
it was quick. you flipping dana so your positions were reversed, straddling her, bare cunt under your skirt, dragging along the length of her thigh. "want me to sit on your face? yeah? that what you want?" you teased, her nodding as the wet patch grew on the denim of jeans. "fuck baby could cum just thinking about it"
when you pushed yourself up, dana shuffled down to accommodate your knees coming to rest at either side of her head. you lowered yourself slowly, gripping the back of the sofa, propped up by cushions and dana's shoulders. you felt her breath before her lips, her nose nudge against you, slow and steady. "sit. now"
her tongue sunk into you, nails in your hips, head back as dana pulled you deeper, aching for your taste to coat her entirely. your moans grew louder and louder, in rhythm with the rock of your cunt, clit rubbing against her nose, devouring you. "right there— fuck, god you feel so good—" dana moaned throatily into your pussy, the vibrations urging you to speed up, belly growing hot, toes curling into the soles of your feet.
dana pushed your legs up for a second, enough to command you, to pull your eyes down between your own legs to see her blown pupils and glistening face. "come for me, let me have it"
Can I request power bottom Dana x needy top reader?
Maybe they are out on a date and reader tries to act like they are in charge or jokes about it and Dana is quick to correct?
god yes, power bottom dana letting you make her cum <3
you were sat in the corner booth of a cute little italian a few blocks from dana's place. date night usually consisted of a candlelit dinner paid for by you, wine, a little footsie under the table. you'd last a couple of hours before giving in and dragging dana home, barely making it past the front door before you were two fingers deep.
tonight was no exception.
her lips were plump and stained red with the expensive lipstick you bought her a week ago, just because. silvery, blonde hair scooped back into a golden claw clip, her little black top left prominent collarbones and freckled skin on show, centred with the delicate chain hanging in the hollow of her neck. beautiful as ever.
"enjoying yourself?" dana's words snapped you out of the trance she'd put you in just moments ago. her lips teetered on the edge of the wine glass, curled into an obvious grin as the clear liquid tickled her tongue.
"very much so" you recovered yourself, back straightening and reaching for her hand across the table. "just lookin too pretty is all"
dana's brows raised in tandem. she took your hand, finally finishing the contents of her glass, head tilted like she was daring you on. wine always had this effect. made you bold and confident, a little too much really. your tongue licked at the corner of your mouth, a brazen foot beginning to stroke up the calf of dana's clothed leg. "wondering what'd happen if i took you home right now" you sipped your own drink. "give those feet a rest..." your foot slid down. "get on your knees for me, maybe..."
dana's eyes widened, the quiet scoff at the back of her throat destroyed your little fantasy. well, that and the sudden foot between your legs, toes curling up your thighs til her heel was an inch away from your cunt.
"only one who's getting on her knees tonight—" you gasp at the pressure between your legs. "—is you"
she's true to her word. holding you by your hair, grinding a wet mess against your tongue, chin glistening. you'd been in the door seconds before dana was reminding you how to make her feel good, that it was always you on your knees, whimpering, begging to let her to let you make her cum. and when her hips are knocking against the inside of the front door, nails dug deep into your scalp with you muttering dirty praises into her slick folds. you can't forget it. she won't let you.
being drunk and silly with your boyfriend jack abbot !!
had some tipsy jack talk with @mochapuppy and got to work!
! mdni ! smut below !
date night had been successful as always. the only hitch in your romantic plans was you getting accidentally wasted.
jack had insisted that the two of you could go to bed when you got home. that he wasn't expecting anything from you and didn't need anything besides you cuddling up in bed beside him.
but drunk you was persistent. you put on a tiny dress after all, did your makeup and wore a matching lacey set you knew he'd love. and by the time you pushed him onto the couch and dropped to your knees in front of him, he was already hard from your sloppy kisses and whispered dirty words in his ear. you couldn't just leave him hanging!
as you took his thick cock out of his boxers, you tried very hard to stay serious, even though everything got slightly fuzzy and realllyyy funny. so you decided not to look into your boyfriends eyes as you tried to suck his dick while shit faced.
you lean down to place a kiss to the head of him, then another. then another and another while giggling as you think about how cute his pink tip is. you hear him sigh impatiently and you blink up at him through bleary eyes. "s-sorry *hic* soryy jackie- 's jus sooo pretty."
he runs a hand through his silver curls before reaching down to try and haul you off your knees. his arms grip under your armpits like how a parent picks up a toddler. " 's alright baby you don't have to. lets just go to sleep alright?"
but you squirm out of his hold and firmly plant yourself on your knees. pouting all serious now. "no! i can do it *hic* promise!" after a second of scanning your face for doubt, jack nods and settles back into the couch when all he finds is determination.
you wrap your manicured hand around his pretty cock, a lopsided grin forms on your face when you hears jack's breath catch. you prop your elbow on one of his spread knees and rest your cheek against your fist as you stroke him way too slowly due to time meaning nothing to you in your buzzed state of mind.
you don't even realize you're eye lids drooping until jack thrusts up into your hand with a rough, "cmon baby." you jolt upright instantly, swallowing down a drunken yawn before forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand. sweetly saying "sorry jackie."
you bend forward to lick him, a long stripe from base to tip that has you smacking your lips with a "mmmm tastes good." jack huffs a laugh thats snuffed out by a groan when you take him in your mouth.
one languid suck of his length has you feeling dizzy. but not the usual kind of dizziness that blooms from pleasure, the intoxicated kind. when you bob back up the world spins, you mumble jacks name weakly before your hands shoot out to grab at his thick thighs.
he straightens instantly, cursing as he grips your biceps, hard cock still standing at attention inches from your face. "no more." he grunts with a grimace on his wrinkled face, looking like he's about to try and move you from your spot again.
but he's so hard! and you told him you wanted to do this. and you still do. you love making him feel good and getting drunk was not going to stop you from doing so. you start to whine and shimmy out of his hold. " 'm jus too dizzy. *hic* help me please?" your lower lip wobbles and tears brim at your waterline. jack gives you a doting smile and strokes your hair, not being able to say no to you. "course i can sweetheart."
thinking he's gonna fuck your face, you form an 'o' and go to take him back in your mouth. you squeak in surprise when jack grips your hair and gently tugs you back to look up at him. he chides "nuh uh baby. dont wan't you gettin' nauseous." before you can even argue he lays his thumb on your tongue and drags it outwards. "lemme do all the work. stick that tongue out. good girl- just like that."
you giggle at the praise, shifting on your knees so he has a better view of you all glossy eyed and pliant for him. jack takes himself in his vein covered hand and starts to leisurely stroke. watching him touch himself has your cheeks heating and thighs squirming. "jackiee" you whine, for nothing in particular.
but he just shakes his head as his movements speed up, grunting as he twists his wrist at the tip. "don't worry baby. just sit there and look pretty- fuck- y'so pretty sweetheart." after however long -you're so wasted you couldn't say- his jaw clenches and his thighs tense and you can tell he's getting close.
you see his aged face pinch as he squeezes the thick base with his hand while staring at you wide eyed for him. your hands start to feel real useless. so you reach out to grip his balls to help! he groans loudly as you start to massage them in your soft palm.
"fuck- just like that- doin so good-" his praises have you sober the tiniest bit, enough to lean forward and dribble some spit onto his glistening tip. jack throws his head back in a broken moan before gluing his blown out eyes back to yours. "gonna cum- tongue out f'me. now."
you obey him, instantly rewarded by the sound of jack cumming, groaning your name along with a string of lewd praises. "oooh fuck- fuck baby- so good. you're so good-" he tilts his hips forward as his hand jerks himself rapidly, his salty release spraying you from your extended tongue, to your smudged mascara covered cheeks, to the tip of your nose. he only collapses when you're entirely painted in his cum, slowly blinking down at you. his chuckle at your huge grin and sticky face is weak and satisfied.
you stick your tongue out to start to lick up his release but he stops you by successfully picking you up and dropping you on the couch. "leave it." he demands as he makes his way down your body to spread your legs with his large palms.
he tugs your panties to the side and sucks a hickey to your inner thigh after you nod at him as a yes, then rasps onto your skin, "want us to match by the time im done, baby."
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“i think i need bigger scrubs now, sweetheart.”
“what was that?” you turned your attention from your vanity to see jack looking at himself in the full-length mirror. you watched him shift his body side to side, analysing — he looked fine to you. you had no idea what he was talking about until you followed his gaze down to his belly.
he ran his hands down his gut, cupped the softness beneath it. he gave it a little jiggle then released it, the recoil made you bite your lip.
it was mainly your fault — your damn cooking and baking were to blame. jack used to live off of subscribing to a meal delivery service. it was ‘okay’ but it was nothing like home-cooked food. apparently he’d rather dedicate his time for yoga and going out for a run.
even jack had gotten a little lazy for those. you insisted on staying in bed for a bit longer to cuddle, or a quickie. you always made too much food, and you always press him to finish his plate. it was a mindset that’s been passed on to you by your grandparents, to ‘clean up your plate’ because ‘someone had taken precious effort to make it for you.’
and there was also a sense of satisfaction to see jack enjoy your cooking. you already felt ‘full’ watching him eat.
you set your brush down and rose from your seat, making your way behind him. you pressed yourself against his back and wrapped your arms around him, your hands barely meeting at his belly. then you rested your cheek against the beef of his arm.
you looked at him seriously through the mirror. “jack–” you started before he interrupted you, “i’m not complaining, just noticing.”
he continued, “it’s just. . .not exactly comfortable, especially when we move around a lot. we’re in the emergency department — it’s like a medical survival show.”
you laughed softly, you agreed. you were ready to admonish him for talking down to himself, you were happy that was not the case. he would be always attractive and sexy in your eyes.
his growing belly excited you so much you didn’t realise you’d started running your hands languidly up and down, kneading and squeezing the fat.
jack looked down to your hands, raising a curious eyebrow. he felt your chest release heavy breaths, he turned his attention back to the mirror. there was a distant look in your eyes, glazed over. your mouth slightly agape. huh.
“uhh, hon? should we head out?”
you snapped out of it at the sound of his deep voice. when you came to, you saw him sporting a tiny smirk. you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.
jack started to connect the dots throughout the night — the way you stared at his stomach when he clasps his hands behind his back during handovers, the gentle pats of praise for his good calls, and, again. . .the containers of food you brought that could be shared between three people, all somehow ending up all for him.
it never occurred to him until now, you’d completely conditioned him into eating more than he usually did. oh well, you wormed your way to his heart through his stomach.
as soon as you locked the door after you got home, jack pulled you into a tight embrace. he’d done it on purpose, holding you against him until you felt his soft belly getting squished between you. you tried really hard to stop the small whimper that escaped you, but he heard it. cat’s out of the bag now.
“anything you wanna tell me, sweetheart?”
“umm. . .” you could sense blood rush to your face with humiliation again. how could you possibly confess the dirty stuff you want to do to his belly? you stood there quiet and frozen in place. you wanted to separate yourself from his grasp, run to the bedroom you share with him, and lock yourself in.
but jack had voiced it out for you. “i saw you eyeing my stomach.” he ran his palms slowly over the exposed skin of your arms, trying to soothe you. “it’s okay. you like it that much?”
“you like that it’s getting bigger? you like seeing the result of your care and how much you love me?” he continued talking, “fuck, baby. . . now that i’m thinking about it, the way you take care of me is making me sooo fucking hard.”
you gasped at his crudity. he suddenly held one of your wrists and placed your hand on the top of the fat, then he led it downwards to his raging hard on. the sound of your whiny moan made his hips buck up.
he rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heavy pants fan on your lips. jesus, he’s really horny.
“s-show me. fuck—” he didn’t stop thrusting into your hand, he just kept going. “please, baby. please— show me what you wanna do to me.” he sounded absolutely pathetic begging you, and you fucking love it. you could feel yourself soak through your underwear and pants.
“use me.”
you instantly dropped to your knees, you bunched his scrub top and undershirt up until his tummy was revealed to you. you peppered it with open-mouthed kisses, licked it, bit it, sucked a hickey on it — all the while keeping your eye on jack completely losing his mind.
you were never good with talking dirty, instead you showed it through your actions.
you tugged his pants and boxers down, the heaviness of his cock slapping against the plush of his belly. it was, by far, the sexiest sight you’d ever seen.
you gave him one last kiss on the side of his gut before you enveloped the tip of his cock with your mouth. there was no teasing or patience — you pushed yourself towards the base until you could feel your lips kissing his mound.
jack never pressured you into taking all of him, he could cum just by licking on his tip alone. but you wanted to make him feel good and hear him praise you for being such a good girl.
most of all, you wanted to feel the fat of his stomach pressing against your forehead. you squeezed the flesh with your hands, so you could get closer to him as much as possible. if you could choose a way to go, this was it — death by suffocation due to his growing belly. maybe next time you could ask him to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight whilst you lie on the bed.
you pulled away before ramming his dick inside your mouth again a couple more times. your top had darkened because it was drenched with your spit. at some point, you involuntarily started to hump the air. you could reach your orgasm just by sucking him off.
jack had to forcefully pull away, stumbling back, and would’ve fallen on his ass if you hadn’t help stabilise himself. he didn’t want to shoot his load yet, he badly wanted to see what else you’d do to him.
you two had stripped down to nothing along the way. you were sitting on the meat of jack’s thighs and started bouncing on his cock. you placed your hands on his belly, in awe of the way the movement of your hips caused it to ripple.
jack held on to your waist, watching you stare at his abdomen. something awakened inside of him, he adjusted the position of his lower limbs, bended his knees, and rested the soles of his feet on the mattress. he started to pound himself into you, meeting you halfway. the ripples turned into stronger waves, making you moan out loud and sinking your nails into the flesh.
he brought one of his hands to his mouth — biting the back of it as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. his voice was muffled when he grunted, “i’m cumming, baby. shit–! i’m– cumming!”
he was surprised when you pulled yourself out because he’d always cum inside of you. he didn’t have the opportunity to question you as he could not stop his release, making a mess all over his tummy.
you were almost at your peak as well, you rolled your hips against his belly — your wetness mixed with jack’s seed were used as lubricant to easily rub your clit on him.
“jesus fucking christ.” jack quietly muttered to himself, the scene was making his flaccid dick harden again. “yeah. . . make it messier, baby. make yourself cum on it.”
your body jolted, convulsing in shockwaves. jack could feel your hole clenching and more of your juices leaking out of you. the real thing was even better than you could ever imagine, you’d been humping your pillow wishing it was jack instead.
you dismounted from jack’s body to position yourself at his side, you bent forward to start gently lapping on your mixed fluids saturating his skin. you took your time cleaning him up while he watched, adoring. today, you made him feel more loved and cherished. ♡
🐑 : ask and you shall receive, my love ! tysm for nominating me to write this for you & everyone else who is a proud member of tummy nation ! 🩷
CONTROVERSIALLY YOUNG GF MEETING DANA AT THE HOSPITAL & EVERY ONE GIVING HER A SIDEEYE
you don't visit dana at the hospital often. being a charge nurse in an emergency department doesn't allow much time for socialising, she could perhaps stretch to a quick hello or a peck on the cheek if you're lucky. but since you're a passenger princess by title, relying on public transport in the absence of your girlfriend, you don't make the trip unless it's an absolute emergency.
6:49pm— you're running through the rainy, grey streets of pittsburgh, using your purse as an umbrella; the weather wasn't this shitty when you'd left the house. you're unprepared. summer dress soaked, the silky fabric darkened by rain and your wet hair clings to your neck all sticky and hot. you run up through the ambulance bay, straight for the automatic doors. you see the department glowing, the fluorescence inside, dana's station. you're not that familiar with the layout, looking like a little lost pup as you crane your neck to look for your girl, eyes scanning the moving bodies for silvery blonde hair.
"you okay hon?" a nice red-headed lady called you over, pulling a jacket off to drape it over the back of her chair. lena, ready for handover and just getting started at the beginning of her shift.
"hey!" you run over, straightening out your dress, eyes bright and starry. "is dana here?" lena's gaze raked over you, not unkindly, just presumptuous from a rumour that'd circulated the ED months ago. you know she's thinking it. is it true? is it you? she gets her answer when dana emerges from a bay, glasses pulled off her nose and swinging in her hand. her lips curl at the corner, tongue darting out to wet the skin there when she sees you.
"well this is a surprise" dark eyes soak you up, landing on your drenched dress and damp shoes. she steers you away from the station, away from prying eyes and ears, "what happened to emergencies only huh?" she's playful, actually elated to see you an hour earlier than she was expecting.
"it was an emergency? i missed you and i wanna go out for dinner?" you said it like it was obvious. dana shakes her head, tongue in cheek, hand squeezing your arm in acceptance.
"let me change, we'll go straight to that italian you like" she smacks your hip in jest, a subtle wink and she's walking back to the locker room til you're stood alone again. you catch the eyes of a couple people at the hub, nurses and doctors alike. some familiar faces, not many. when dana returns with her bag hung from her shoulder and a hand at the small of your back, she guides you out and away from the sea of side eye.
"come on baby" her face is smug at the heads whipped round to see you leaving together, arm slung around your shoulder. "let's get outta here"
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