Call Of Duty (specifically 141, Rudy, Alejandro, and König)
The Last Of Us (specifically Joel)
Game of Thrones (can’t promise it’ll be good)
The Pitt (specifically Dr. Jack Abbot)
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as far as NSFW, I am pretty comfortable writing it. it may not be good but I will write it lol. if you are a minor, do not read my NSFW shit. i mean it.
as far as death/gore, no animal death or SA please. that is were I will draw the line. For SA, it can be implied, but i refuse to mention it directly for personal reasons. other than that, it will be case by case.
i got a request for this topic and i thought i could do it, but i have to put a ban on ED requests. i’m struggling atm and mentally cannot do it
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proof reading is for losers <3 don’t expect capitalization on anything
ᝰ⋆.˚ the first time he sees you is when you’re working at the coffee shop across from his business center, the one he’s stepping into for the first time ever because everywhere else is closed and he desperately needs coffee at 11 pm.
he walks in and sees you — a cute, young girl in a brown apron, your hair thrown up in a messy bun like you did it in a rush.
“hi! sorry, we’re about to close,” you say, looking at him with those shiny eyes and a tired smile. “i really need it, maybe if i say the magic word?” he jokes, watching with quiet satisfaction as you pull a fake suffering face and go turn the machine back on. “you’re lucky the magic word worked, sir.”
that night he leaves you a $100 tip.
ᝰ⋆.˚ from that day on he comes to the coffee shop almost every day, leaving tips so big they sometimes cover several of your shifts. he knows you’re working yourself to the bone just to pay for your life, so when you ask him not to spend so much, he just increases the amount, calling it “a little help.”
you smile at him, draw little cats and smiley faces on the cups, and every morning he finds himself wondering what it’s gonna be today.
but one tuesday everything changes: he sees you with tear-streaked cheeks, your eyes red and puffy. you brush it off, but he notices the angry manager who comes out after you. when the guy finally leaves, he quietly writes his number down and hands it to you.
“if you need help — and you do — call me. i’m always reachable.”
ᝰ⋆.˚ he invites you to one of those quiet, expensive restaurants with a panoramic view of the city when you finally call him after an exhausting shift and a fight with your boss. he watches you for a while as you look through the menu and tells you to order anything you want, no hesitation.
when it’s time for dessert and you’ve gotten used to him enough, he gently takes your hand into his warm palms and says he’d like to help you in any way he can, so you don’t have to wear yourself out with night shifts and constant exhaustion. when you ask if he does this kind of thing regularly, he just lets out a quiet laugh and shakes his head, saying he heard about it from a friend recently and immediately thought of you.
ᝰ⋆.˚ for your first trip together, he takes you to new york because he has an important deal there, and he’s dead set on you accompanying him that evening. at receptions and formal meetings, he doesn’t leave you alone for a second, always keeping a hand on your waist and proudly introducing you to everyone as his girl. he catches every glance you give him, and when you get tired of all the small talk, he checks on you and quietly leans in to whisper praise in your ear, unnoticed by the others.
ᝰ⋆.˚ when he finds out you’re preparing for a tough finals, he turns your studying into the most comfortable process possible: he sends his personal chef over to your place, drives you around all the time, and gives you advice whenever you talk to him about your lectures.
ᝰ⋆.˚ baelor sets one clear rule from the very first day: he’s never going to pressure you or push you into anything sexual.
and even if you’re grateful for it at first, now you’re practically losing your mind over how badly you want him.
i mean, he’s attractive, tall, rich, and built — who can blame you?
but he just smiles and shakes his head anyway, no matter how much you tease him.
ᝰ⋆.˚ sugardaddy! baelor who finally snaps when you come up to him in his home office and literally start rubbing against his thigh in those expensive pants, whimpering. "does my pretty girl need something?" he teases, moving your hips and literally making you ride his thigh until you come, leaving a wet spot.
"got so wet just from my leg, hm? what's gonna happen when my cock is inside you?" he spreads your knees wide, your skirt pushed up to your waist and your panties lying somewhere on the office floor as you come again, first on his huge fingers that barely fit inside you, and then on his heavy cock while he pounds into you balls deep. "is this what my baby wanted? for me to rip her sweet pussy apart?"
ᝰ⋆.˚ he absolutely loves spoiling you. for him, nothing matters more than your eyes lighting up when you get something you’ve wanted for a long time. it’s not always dresses or shoes, sometimes it’s the simplest things: a brand new coffee machine, a massage device because you once mentioned your back hurts from sitting all the time. he doesn’t know the word no when it comes to your comfort. if you look at something for more than five seconds, the next day it’s already yours.
ᝰ⋆.˚ sugardaddy! baelor who has you settled on his lap in the back room of a private jet, your legs spread wide over his, your back against his chest, while one hand holds you possessively as he’s in you up to his knuckles. his fingers are long and thick, pounding into you with smooth strokes, hitting that exact sensitive spot you could never reach on your own. "nngh! please, i need... please..." he just laughs and kisses your neck with open-mouthed kisses. "mmmh, good girls speak up about what they want."
your hips tremble and lift every time, but he pins you down with one hand. "come on, my baby, tell me what you want and i'll give it to you." "i wan— mmnh! please, i want to come, please please plea— ...haaaah!" "such a good girl for me, my sweetest baby, come on my fingers so i smell like you for a whole fucking week."
and when you come with a loud cry, he grabs your chin and turns your head toward him to pull you into a deep kiss.
ᝰ⋆.˚ baelor, who has to fly to singapore for work but can't go a day without seeing you. what starts as a normal chat turns into something entirely different when he switches to facetime. "put the phone lower... yeah, right there. now open those pretty legs and show me how much you missed me. use your fingers, baby."
he makes you say out loud how bad you want him inside you, how you miss his fingers and his mouth, making you blush and lose your breath in front of the camera.
he starts moving his hand faster, his cock is hard as fuck, breathing heavy while he watches you. he let out a low groan when you came, moaning his name. "fuccckk, you're not leaving the room once i get home."
ᝰ⋆.˚ he’s an eater. he claims it’s primarily for his pleasure, not yours. he loves leaving you naked on his silk sheets, slowly covering your thighs and stomach with a trail of kisses. he can spend hours worshiping you with his tongue, driving you to one orgasm after another until you start crying from the sensory overload, and then he just presses you against his hot chest, cradling you and whispering how lucky he is and how you make him the happiest man alive.
ᝰ⋆.˚ baelor, who seats you onto his cock, making you sit like that until he's finished with his reports. he loves the feeling — how your inner muscles stretch around him, trying to get used to his size, and how you squeeze him every time he moves even an inch. "can you sit still like this for me, princess?"
you start whimpering quietly from the fullness and the heat inside, trying to move just a little, but he only smirks and holds you tighter. "behave. you know good girls get whatever they ask for, right?"
you're literally dripping onto his dress pants, leaving a terribly awkward wet spot, but he doesn't give a shit. "look how you've messed me up, is being inside not enough for this little pussy? does it want more?" when you’ve turned into a complete mess, unable to do anything but moan and whimper, he tosses his pen aside and finally touches your swollen clit, slowly rolling it between his fingers. "okay, let's take care of my sweet baby."
ᝰ⋆.˚ maybe others think it's nasty, thinking you’re just fucking some old dude for money, but he treats you like a princess, spoils you to death, and fucks you until you're complete mess. and he's hot, so honestly, you couldn't care less.
“robby….” your voice was velvet soft down Michael’s throat, your lips hovering over the skin as you whimpered. you were facing him, still in your pajamas. a simple pair of white shorts that barely covered your ass and a tank top that was so thin your pebbled nipples lifted the fabric. your hair was pulled into a messy and loose ponytail tied higher up on your head. your hands held a gentle grip on the shirt Michael slept in, the fabric soft and worn. your head was resting on one of Michael’s arms, his big hand reaching to play with your hair. “Jack’s being a meanie.”
Michael’s eyes rose to meet Jack’s. your back was pressed against the older man’s chest, his lips were trailing up and down your neck. Jack’s hand had been shoved down your shorts for 20 minutes now, his fingers lazily rubbing circles into your already worn clit. “you wanted attention, dove. Jack’s just givin’ it to you.” Michael cooed, taking your face in his hands.
he studied your face, trying to commit this look to memory. your lips were parted, eyes droopy, your cheeks were flushed, and your brow was relaxed. Jack was staring up at your face from behind your shoulder. he looked concentrated as his fingers worked your wet center. “he won’t let me cum~” you moaned out as his fingers pinched a particularly sensitive spot.
“you know the rules, sweet pea,” Michael mused. “you don’t cum unless it’s on one of our cocks.” you whimpered louder as Jack’s fingers slipped deep into your core. “now, are you going to be a good girl?”
you head bobbed as you let out a pathetic whine. “i think she can take both, yeah?” Jack’s low voice drew Michael’s eyes. they both shared a devious look before sliding you into position.
dr. jack abbot x girly! younger!pediatric r3!reader
part one is here |
summary: jack promises you a good date and he delivers, sweeping you off your feet.
tags: fluff, flirty!Jack, mentions of alcohol, getting drunk on the first date, age gap relationship, developing relationship, sexual jokes, kissing
as soon as you got into your car after your shift, you called your sister. you squealed about how the hot ER attending you’d been gossiping about asked you out on a date. she squealed with you, asking for all the details possible.
“i think he’s like mid 50s? he’s salt and pepper for sure.” you told her, trying to remember all the little bits of info he’d share with you over the couple of years you’d worked at PTMC.
“he’s a veteran, maybe missing a leg if Javadi is to be trusted. i also heard he’s a widower too.” you explained and you heard your sister hum curiously.
“i’ll come over later to help you pick what to wear. we gotta find something perfect. i’ll even do your hair.” she groaned, but you knew she wouldn’t offer if she didn’t want to. “thank you~.”
you drove back to your apartment, continuing your conversation with your sister as she told you about her newest piece of office drama. it was interesting to hear about how mundane her office spats sounded. no mentions of blood or death, just that one of her coworkers stole her presentation idea.
you listened, her voice soothing the worries of the night shift away. your mind kept drifting to the older man taking you out later. Jack was a nice guy from what you knew. the times you’d come down to consult always were pleasant, him always joking with you. though looking back, you do realize he’d been flirting with you for a bit before you finally caught on.
he was always so kind to his patients too. his calm demeanor never faltered while he was working, a steady presence that soothed even the most anxious patients. you always felt yourself being drawn to him, especially in moments of panic.
you recalled the time the parent of one of your patients got upset with the outcome of a treatment. the father was so angry, you remembered. you didn’t blame him; his child was sick and he couldn’t help them. you remembered how loud he was screaming at the student doctor and you, getting closer and closer. the father of the sick child reached for the student doctor and you pushed her out of the way and the father attacked you instead.
the student doctor immediately ran for the first attending and it happened to be Jack. you couldn’t shake the look on his face when he ran into the room. the anger that flared in his eyes as he quickly took down the father. Jack had quickly picked you up and cared for your injuries in a trauma room down the hall. he sat with you as you told the cops you didn’t want to press charges, sat as your bloody nose was cleaned; he even reviewed your CT scan when it came down too.
he was just a protective guy and it melted something in you when you watched him swoop in and save you. you had even seen him in his SWAT gear and that melted a different part of you.
“alright, i just got home. i’ll let you know when I’m up and showering. i love you,” you ended the call with your sister and grabbed your pink backpack before heading inside. your apartment wasn’t big by any means, but you had perfectly crafted it to fit your aesthetic.
you had soft hues of pinks, whites, and gold throughout. giant fuzzy rugs sat in the middle of both your living room and bedroom. the whole place screamed pink and girly; exactly how you liked it. you sighed as you kicked your shoes off, pushing them off to the side. the first thing you needed was a nap.
you entered your bedroom and made quick work of changing into a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. you washed your face quickly before finally collapsing in bed.
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it was 3:30pm when you finally woke up. you stretched your sore body and popped a few joints before standing. you sent your sister a text that you were up and moving; waiting for an answer before hopping into the shower.
your shower was similar looking to the rest of your apartment. you had three long shelves on the wall full of various vanilla body washes, scrubs, in shower balms and oils. you even had a waterproof lamp in one corner and a bundle of eucalyptus hanging to steam.
you showered, using your special scents to curate a mixture that would hopefully make Jack’s mouth water. you added lotions and oils and perfumes on top, sealing it all with a vanilla dusting powder.
your sister arrived halfway through your shower, letting herself in with the key you gave her. she was rooting around in your closet when you came out.
you wrapped yourself in a pink robe and sat at your vanity as your sister pulled out hot tools and different products for your hair. as she got to work on styling your hair, you focused on your makeup.
you wanted to keep it simple, polished, and lux. you used shadows and highlights on your eyes to draw them up in a cat eye shape before drawing on a bit of eyeliner. your skin was blushed and glowing. you were finishing up your bronzer when your sister stepped back.
“first of all, you need more blush and highlight. you look too dull,” she grabbed your brush and fixed your cheeks. “second, you need to do a Pam Anderson lip.” she said simply, grabbing a cool nude pencil and your favorite lighter lipstick and gloss combo.
she was right; the lip completed the look in a way that your idea of just a pink gloss wouldn’t have come close. your eyes were sultry, giving you an almost bedroom eyes look. you felt sexy and beautiful at the same time. “he’s gonna cream in his pants.” your sister said bluntly.
your hair had been curled and pulled into a high bun with pieces pulled out to make it stylistically messy. you grabbed a few pieces of jewelry to add; a simple necklace, a pair of gold hoops, a few shiny rings, and a bracelet your sister let you borrow.
“don’t say that,” you giggled and she rolled her eyes. “now i gotta find something that’ll make your tits pop.”
she ended up picking a pink aline dress. it was silk with lace detailing at the top of it, accents of white flowers in the lace. your sister nodded before handing you a pair of white pumps and a pink handbag to match.
“this isn’t too much?” you asked, the nerves setting in. it had been an embarrassing amount of time since your last date. the nerves in your stomach ate you up as your sister’s eyes scrutinized your outfit. “no its perfect.” she said finally and you checked your phone.
Jack had sent you a text at 4 to confirm the date and then at 5:30 to say he was on the way. it was now 5:50 and your hands started to sweat. a knock on the door turned both of your heads. “if that’s him, he gets points for being early.” she remarked.
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it had been Jack. he wore a simple black long sleeve that hugged his biceps deliciously, dark blue jeans, and a pair of dark green casual work boots. he looked good, standing at your door with a bouquet of mix of pink and white flowers.
the ‘holy shit ride that old man’ text from your sister almost made you laugh uncontrollably as Jack drove the two of you to a restaurant he had in mind. you shifted nervously as you looked over at the older man. “you look good, cleaned up nicely.” you commented and he looked over at you briefly with a smile before shifting back to the road.
“thanks gorgeous. you look absolutely incredible. i’m feeling like a bum next to you,” he replied, making your legs weak in a moment. “definitely not a bum,” you reassured. “got me all nervous.” he laughed and shook his head. “glad to know the feeling is mutual. though i could definitely get use to feeling like a bum next to you.”
he said it so coolly that it almost didn’t register. your face flushed hard, legs crossing in a tight squeeze. though you didn’t respond, Jack just smiled and continued the drive.
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he wasn’t lying when he said it would be a nice place, though he kind of downplayed it. you were glad your sister dressed you, your dress fitting into the business casual atmosphere of the restaurant. Jack walked beside you with his hand on your lower back to guide you as the waiter led you both towards a secluded booth in the back.
you glanced over the menu and hummed quietly. the waiter told you both about the specials before leaving the wine list on the table. “get whatever, my treat.” Jack said, not even looking up from the menu. you nodded and leaned towards him. “thank you Jack. i appreciate you taking me out,” your lashed batted as you looked at him sweetly.
his eyes met yours and softened, his hand reaching out to brush your cheek. “of course pretty girl, thanks for comin’. was worried you’d change your mind.” you shook your head and leaned into his touch.
“get some wine if you want,” he nodded towards the smaller menu before turning back towards his. the two of you talked for a bit before the waiter returned. Jack ordered the bottle of wine and an appetizer you had pointed out. they brought both out and Jack poured you a glass.
dinner continued and the food was incredible. you went on and on about how good it was and the wine also continued to flow. your cheeks got pinker as your laugh became looser. Jack had such a sweet look in his eye as he switched to beer, but continued to order you wine when you asked for more shyly.
dessert had be ordered and Jack looked you over. you were leaning your elbows on the table, legs tucked under you, and your body every so slightly started to sway. you were a bit tipsy, he realized and didn’t feel bad about it at all (maybe just a little bit). you looked so cute, ears as rosy as your cheeks.
“have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asked, signing the bill before leaning back. “oh, only a few times. wouldn’t mind hearing it again though.” you said, twirling a piece of stray hair. “you look absolutely gorgeous.” he leaned forward and you bit your lip. “thank you Jack.”
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you grabbed him when you guys got to his truck. your small hand reached out and grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn towards you. you pushed up on your toes to kiss him fiercely. his arm was around your waist in a second, pushing you against his truck and his chest was against yours.
your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers raking through his shirt greying hair. your lips moved perfectly together, his scent enveloping you completely as your kisses intensified. his hand held your jaw, his other hand holding your waist tightly.
your lips stayed locked for a few moments longer before he pulled back. your mouth followed, head moving forward to try and reconnect. “baby girl, i would love to continue, just not in a parking lot.” his voice was soft but firm, causing a heat to pool in your core. you nodded as he opened your door, still holding you against his chest. he lifted you and placed you in your seat, buckling you in.
he leaned forward to kiss you softly once more before closing the door to jog around to the driver’s side. he slid in and you were already reaching for him. “alright alright honey, i’m here.” he mused as he gave you one of his hands, using his free one to buckle and start the truck. you held his hand in your lap, resting your head against his arm.
you sang along to a few songs on the ride back to your place, occasionally squeezing his hand and playing with his fingers. “you gonna be okay getting in?” he asked when he parked in front of your building’s entrance. you dug around your purse for your keys and nodded. “i’ll be okay,” you sighed and the older man shook his head. “yeah i’m still walking you to your door.”
“ooorrrr…you could come in?” you batted your lashes and Jack looked over you again. “not tonight, honey. next time, promise.”
true to his word, Jack walked you two your door. you turned towards him and looked a little sad. “i had so much fun. sad it has to end.” Jack was amused as you pouted. “we’ll hang again soon,” he held out his pinky and you laced yours with his. a pinky promise for a second date.
he took a step forward and he wrapped his other arm around you again as you tilted your chin up. “wear that perfume again too.” he commented, lips hovering over yours before connecting. the kiss didn’t last as long, you pulling away this time.
“thanks again Jack. really, i had a blast.” you kissed his cheek before he released you. “you free friday?” he asked and you giggled, nodding. “i think i could be.”
“good,” he said before kissing your cheek, giving you space to unlock the door. you looked at him one more time before slipping inside. you raced to your room and squealed into your hands.
just a quick thought... reader sending a video to abbot of them and robby fucking while he's on shift 😩
WAIIITTT YOUR BRAIN
Jack walks out to the ambulance bay with a crick in his neck and a sore fuckin' leg. It's been a long shift and it's barely past midnight, so he's surprised by the text from Robby on his phone. You both should've been sleeping hours ago.
Robby: "Enjoy, brother." And then a video attachment.
Jack looks back past the hospital doors to make sure no one's coming, and then he presses play.
"Fuck, Robb—" he scrambles with the volume while blood rushes to his face — and then directly to his cock. He recognizes that sweet little voice immediately, that angelic whiny tone you get when you're being fucked stupid. "S'too much," you're whimpering, much quieter now. The screen shows you from a low angle, tits bouncing thighs shaking with strain. "Please".
"Alright, alright, ease up, honey." Robby's voice is gruff from behind the phone. "Daddy ain't here so you gotta do the work this time. Ah ah—" he smacks the outside of your thigh when you slow down and that only makes you a poutier blubbering mess. "Don't slow down, keep going. Atta girl. Smile at Daddy, sweetheart."
You look up then and Jack just about cums in his pants. "Daddy," you warble, eyes weepy. "He's being mean," you moan when Robby's thrusts up. "need you."
"Yeah, honey?" Robby grabs your jaw with his free hand and squeezes your cheeks, aiming the camera right at your face. "Y'need your daddy?"
The video cuts off with your sob and Jack clears his throat. Adjusts his pants.
Jack: "Don't clean her up. You're both getting it when I get home."
park is Not a communicator, and that absolutely extends to making his wants clear. you've become his favorite student, but he can't say that. so he just gets even meaner than usual to any other students they send to him, but he's mean as a default, so you're not exactly picking up on the fact that he likes you. plus he's hard on the ones he picks for himself - pressure makes a diamond, or whatever the saying is.
you go to a bar after work one day - a long, hard day, and god you just need a drink. there's a couple other doctors, but you notice park in the corner on his own. you're a little tipsy, a few drinks in, and god he looks so sad in the dark lighting, bags under his eyes and big hand around a glass of amber liquid. you're not really thinking when you slide up beside him and just start talking - all about your day, all about your coworkers. he doesn't even look at you at first, so you're not sure he's hearing you. but eventually, when you're complaining about a coworker, he mutters what a bitch. you giggle and lean a little closer, all but draped over his shoulders, and he slides you his glass. by the end of the night you're being guided out of the house by an arm around the waist and not much more. when you wake up the next morning in a decidedly unfamiliar bed you're mortified, scampering out before he can wake up and say any manner of horrible things, you're sure
you avoid him all day at work, ducking away any time you catch a glance of him. your coworkers have an ongoing joke - holding up a hand as a fin on their head whenever they know park's on the way, and every time you see it you dart off to another assignment. but eventually you're stuck on a case with him, and park says... nothing. absolutely nothing. he's so indifferent that you're actually a little embarrassed. i mean, you fucked this guy, right?? he's almost paying less attention to you now.
it isn't until a few weeks later, when you're back at that same bar after another terrible day. you don't go over to park this time - christ, even looking at him makes your face flush, you can't even think of the last time you were here. so you turn your back, talk to literally anyone else (even the bartender for a while). you're a few margaritas in when an arm wraps around your waist and there's a heat at your back. you're done avoiding me. finish your drink, he rumbles, and wow the voice alone makes you arch in your seat. it shouldn't be that surprising to you when just minutes later you're being led out the door, letting park carry nearly all of your weight
what does surprise you is waking up the next morning to your wrists tied to the headboard and a scowling, naked park above you. not letting you run away this time, he says. made me waste my cum for fuckin' weeks, putting it down the damn drain instead of in your cunt. you're not moving until you learn your lesson. i don't like waiting.
this is strictly to fulfill the fantasies i have about this man. indulge me
summary: jack was many things. a perverted old man being one of them.
tags: established sub/dom relationship, smut, pwp, slight bratty reader, spanking, fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, dumbificafion kink, collars, bondage/cuffs, mentions of sharing, pet names, jack is a meanie, breeding kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, biting, mating press
Jack was many things, he often told himself. a highly skilled doctor, a trained solider, a veteran, amputee, but the most important title belonged to the girl sitting in his living room dressed in fuzzy pink socks and a dress; your dom.
you came into Jack’s life three years ago, having met at the store you were working at back then. you had these big eyes that drew him in, begged him to find out more. you were shy that day, your hair pulled back into a ponytail tied with a bow. he couldn’t help himself, complimenting it in the tone he saved for pretty things like yourself.
the blush on your face told him everything. he couldn’t get you out of his head after that morning. he needed to know what you sounded like right when he brought you to that edge, that breaking point that would have your head spinning for days. he wanted to push you so far into subspace that he’d have control of every thought that went through that pretty head.
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your relationship started innocently enough. that first date was just that; a date. no alternative motives behind his kind smile and laugh. you were ready for him on that first date, he had no doubts. the way you leaned so far over the table to be closer to him; the way your thighs squeezed and rubbed together told him so. you squirmed as he ordered your dinner and drinks for you, as he stared at you when you took your first bites. he insisted he would take care of it if it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it, even after assuring him that it tasted so yummy.
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even your first time having sex together was vanilla. you figured he ‘was an old fashioned man with old fashioned tastes.’ he guided you onto the bed with a gentleness that made you yearn for more. he was reading every moan, whine, and pant from you to figure out exactly what made you squirt, which he was the first to make you do.
he gathered you into his arms after, taking you into his rather large en-suite bathroom. he set you on the counter and kissed your head, turning to run you a bath. you whimpered at the loss of touch and the older man chuckled. “i’m here baby. just making your bath.” you still whined, arms outstretching towards him.
“such a whiny thing, hm?” he mused as he turned back around. you squirmed on the counter as he came closer. “don’t worry, i’m right here, sweetheart. i’ll get you all clean and then we’ll go lay down, yeah?” he kissed your head again as he lifted you up to bring you to the bath.
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it wasn’t until a year in when he jokingly compared you to a dumb bunny. a comment that was simply meant to tease you shouldn’t have gotten the reaction you gave it. you blushed harder than normal, eyes darting around to avoid eye contact with the older man. he gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his watching stare. it made you almost cum on the spot as he pressed you.
“what’s wrong, bunny? big bad wolf got you trapped?” his voice was teasing, his other hand gripping your hip so you were caged between his body and the wall. “don’t be such a dumb little bunny and use your words.” you actually whimpered at the phrase. your mouth opened and closed, words not forming as your brain whirled a million directions.
“aww look how hard you’re trying,” he cooed. his hand slid from your hip agonizingly slow across your stomach, right above your waist band. “oh my bunny. what am i going to do with you, hm?”
“Jack…” you batted your thick lashes up at him as his name came out as a desperate whisper. “please..”
“please what, dummy?” he gently tapped your cheek as his hand slipped under your waistband. “need me to help you?” you nodded frantically, not understanding why his words had this strong of an effect on you. “okay…since you asked so nicely.”
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he was the one who brought it up first the next day, approaching you cautiously. you were sat on the couch, legs tucked under you and wrapped in a blanket. he leaned over you, putting a hand behind your head to grip the back of the couch. your eyes darted to his, watching him closely. “you seemed to really enjoy yesterday,” was his only comment. he wanted you to be the one to lead the conversation so he waited for your answer.
“uh yeah…it was…” you trailed off, trying to find the best word to use. it was everything you needed, you woke up that morning feeling more clear headed than you had in weeks. “fun,” you settled on. his eyebrows raised and nodded. “i’d agree it was quite fun. was a bit shocked you liked that sort of thing.” casual; he’d play it casual to not scare you off.
“neither did i…i just did.” you shrugged as if it was something simple. “what did you like specifically about it?” your noncommittal response was what he was looking for. a halfhearted shrug that poorly covered your flushed face. “words bunny.” he whispered to you and your thighs squeeze together, your hips shifted back and forth.
“i uh…that.” your face was so red that Jack was sure it’d explode. “you telling……tellingmewhattodobe.” you rushed out, eyes shutting with embarrassment. “okay…so you like when i tell you what to do.” he reaffirmed, tone not changing. “what else?”
“Jack please…” you felt so vulnerable telling him about it, scared he’d not like it. “i wanna hear what you liked about it considering it made you cum harder than i’ve seen you before. don’t be embarrassed, i liked seeing you like that.”
you opened your eyes and looked confused. “you did?” he nodded lowering closer to your face. “i wouldn’t have called you a dumb little bunny if i didn’t wanna see how it made you blush and squirm, baby. i promise i like a lot more than just that.”
you had to admit that you were curious about what else he liked, not even sure you knew what you liked. “okay…i guess i like when you called me dumb and when you made the decision for me so i don’t have to think anyway. i’m not even sure if that made sense.” you were flustered now; not from embarrassment, Jack figured, but frustrated you couldn’t express your thoughts properly.
“it did…you did a good job explaining.” he kissed your forehead as a reward and then refocused. “baby do you know what bdsm relationships are?” he wanted you to ask him; wanted you to ask him to take care of you in that way. he wanted you to ask him to be your dom.
you shyly nodded in a way that seemed familiar. “one of my friends had a dom most of college.” you recalled the memory and turned back to him. there was a silence that fell over the room, not a judgmental silence, but an understanding one.
you did, but there was hesitation on your face. “is that something…..” you trailed off, not sure how to ask it. “have you done it before?” he nodded, humming about pretty you looked like this. “if we….i…i don’t want to stop being your girlfriend.” your eyes watered as you looked up at him.
“that would never happen. you’d just also be my submissive.” hearing him say it out loud made you blush. “then okay. i have more questions, but i don’t think i can handle that right now.”
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now, you had him completely at your mercy, wrapped tightly around your pretty finger with a pink bow. he had you moved in soon after you finally asked him to be your dom, building a small playroom in the spare bedroom that was filled with anything and everything the two of you could possibly need.
the two of you explored different kinks and dynamics, finding out exactly what your limits were and what you enjoyed. most importantly, he had gotten you to finally open up about what exactly you wanted and were scared of; being intimidated by his experience and with you already being shy, you were petrified he’d make fun of your lack of.
Jack often could tell if you would enjoy something, either a new roleplay or kink to try, and knew instantly the moment you no longer enjoyed it. he felt it was his job to help you discover these things, breaking you down only to build you back up time and time again.
Jack was driving home after his 4th night shift in a row, exhausted yet excited to get home to his girl. he could picture you now; a pink mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table as you played on your ipad on the couch, waiting so patiently for him to get home.
he could see your hair pulled back in your favorite clip, your body wrapped up in a blanket as you played the next level in whatever mobile game you saw in an ad on your last obsession. Jack pulled into the driveway of your shared home and let out a sigh. you were so good to him, taking your training with such grace it was almost second nature to you.
you would tell him it was due to his excellent teachings, his expert hands giving out whatever punishment he deemed not only appropriate, but exactly what your little head needed then. as much as he knew what got you going, you knew exactly how to press him. when to push, when to pull, when to beg him for more, when to egg him on in hopes for a punishment that’ll relieve whatever stress had been eating at him that day.
you had taken to the role so well, Jack thought. being his perfect little toy was not only second nature, but the only thing you wanted. he remembered going collar shopping with you; watching you try to pick the best one that didn’t scream ‘collar’ but showed a form of ownership.
Jack walked into the house, setting his keys down on the table next to the door. “princess?” he called out, confused that you didn’t meet him at the door. recently the two of you created a list of rules you’d follow as a dip into what a total power exchange dynamic would be like. where you’d give him full control over yourself.
since it was a recent addition, you only a a couple of them to follow for the time being. one of the rules the two of you settled on was you were to greet him every morning at the door when he got off shift.
“i’m sorry!!” was your meek response when you ran to meet him, clearly out of breath. Jack set his coat on the hanger before crossing his arms, eyebrow raised. “(y/n). i know this rule is new and you’re still learning, but this is the second time.” his voice was steady and firm, no room for discussion, yet you pressed.
“i was in the potty! i didn’t hear your car.” your voice had an edge that stirred something in his stomach. “what time do i get off?” you looked down at your pink fuzzy socks and mumbled “7..” you already knew what he was going to say. you knew it too; he was strict about his schedule, always home by 7:30. that’s why you had the rule. it would force you to wake up at a specific time, force you to get ready, and Jack enjoyed seeing you as soon as he walked in.
he stepped forward, hand grabbing your chin to force it up. “what does this mean?” he waited, expectantly. “i broke a rule….means i get punished.” you pouted, crossing your arms. “i don’t know why you’re acting like a brat. you’re the one who broke the rule; or does your dumb fucking brain not get that?” he was stern with you, fingers squeezing your chin as your eyes glazed over in the way he wanted; they filled with a desperate need, a want.
“ ‘m sorry daddy…am too dumb. need reminder.” you batted your lashes at the older man, who just shook his head with a dark smile. “yeah i’ll give you a reminder alright.” he patted your cheek before pointing down towards his work boots, “off.”
you got right to work, dropping to your knees so fast that the thud made when your knees connected to hardwood made Jack tense. you ignored the dull ache and took his left foot in your lap. dutifully unlacing the boot with a care and gentleness Jack marveled at. how beautiful you looked like this, on your knees before him, caring for him even though his tongue was sharp.
you set his left boot in its spot next to the door before pulling his right foot to replace it. you took a moment to pause and look up at Jack, eyes wide and begging for release. you looked happy, fulfilled. “my little bunny…how good you’re doing.” he cooed, stroking your cheek and brushing your hair back. you practically glowed as you leaned into his hand. “thank you sir.” your voice was so soft that it made him want to weep.
once both boots were removed, you looked up at Jack again, waiting for your next order. “you did so good love. i don’t know why you don’t listen when i tell you to be right here, just like this,” his fingers danced over your hair, “when i get home. does your brain just only listen when you’re horny?” he ran his fingers through your hair before gripping a section at the back of your head. he leaned down and pulled your face closer to his by your hair when you didn’t answer.
“i asked you a question, baby.” you gasped at the pain, eyes shutting as you planted your hands on your thighs to steady yourself. your core was on fire and your clit was aching. you wanted nothing more than to pull him into your playroom and let him fuck you however he wanted. “ ‘m sorry! yes daddy! only think when i want you!” you cried out, eyes filling with fat tears.
“you’ve been doing so good on your training, bunny…don’t slip up.” he was firm, pulling you to stand up. “playroom. now. clothes off and kneeling on the bed.” your breath picked up as you nodded, “yes sir.”
Jack took his time to go the playroom. he wanted you to sit for a bit, let the anticipation build on it’s on as you sat in your nerves. he loved this part, lived for it; the before the punishment when his pretty sub got herself so worked up on just the thought alone that it just made it all so much better.
Jack did a small amount of prep for aftercare before heading to the spare bedroom. it wasn’t a big room by any means. there was a black four-poster bed full of white fluffy pillows against the wall in the center of the room, white lace curtains draped across, creating a veil around the bed.
against the wall closest to the door were two black wood dressers full of different pink toys for Jack to use on you and little lacy outfits that Jack often bought and tore off you. he was a man of many pleasures, dressing his little toy up in whatever he wanted being a big one.
Jack’s favorite piece in the room was a black leather arm chair in the corner, a matching black wood side table next to it. it was his favorite for many reasons, but a main was to just watch you. watch as you put on shows for him; touching yourself on the center of the bed. watch as his closest friend Robby take you over and over again. it had the perfect view and it was comfortable. many post scene naps took place there.
on the wall next to the chair was a floor to ceiling mirror that also had the perfect view of the bed. Jack loved when he occasionally caught you staring at yourselves in it.
your favorite piece was a black pet cage in the furthest corner of the room. it was big, stuffed with all sorts of fuzzy things. a big pink and white pet bed was on the bottom with as many pink pillows as you could get padding the sides. a pink blanket with a separate piece of baby pink lace laid on top to give the cage a princess’s touch.
and there you were, at the center of it all. you had done exactly as told; naked on your knees, sitting with your legs tucked and palms facing up on your lap. your head was down and you were silent as he approached the bed.
you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, examining every bare inch of your skin. his hand reached out and his fingers glided down your shoulder to your wrist. they wrapped around your wrist, giving a gentle squeeze, then he pulled you forward slowly.
guiding you to rest on your hands and knees, Jack stepped back and crossed his arms. “look at you…” his voice dripped with a lustful honey that blanketed your mind, silencing all the racing thoughts he knew you had spiraling. “all laid out for me. ready to take,” he paused, admiring your body as you preened under his gaze. your hips shifted as your back arched just a touch.
“why are you being punished, beautiful?” he asked, turning towards the dressers behind him. he sorted through a drawer while awaiting your response.
“i wasn’t at the door when you got home. was distracted,” your voice cracked with need, not turning to see whatever he grabbed. you listened as your dom moved around the room, feeling the bed dip only slightly next to you signaling he put a couple toys down.
you felt the back of his hand on your ankle, warning you of his touch. he gently pet the outside before lifting your ankle slightly to slide what you immediately identified as the pair of white leather feet cuffs he so dearly loved. the pair of bonds were worn with use and love, but the soft fabric on the inside was a comforting embrace as Jack locked your ankles in. he then grabbed the thigh cuffs that attached to the ones at your ankles. the position it forced you to keep was a bit difficult but he would be right there. you just knew
“good girl,” he rubbed his hand over your back as he came to sit next to your arms. “now what did we agree would be the punishment?” he reached up and gently pushed your hair out of your face. you were trying to think of the agreed punishment and Jack waited patiently for you, hand rubbing your back.
“10 spankings.” you lowered your gaze, face flushing red at how intensely he was staring at you. Jack nodded, smiling at you. “oh good job baby,” he hummed, kissing your cheek. “i know how hard that must’ve been. thinking isn’t easy for dumb little girls, is it?”
your brows relaxed, smiling lazily at him. “is not easy, daddy.” you mumbled in response, earning a warm chuckle. “that’s why i’m here baby girl. daddy’s here to think for you.”
Jack stood, turning to face your lower half and wrapped his left arm loosely around your middle. his right hand reached out to rub your ass. he felt your body tense beneath his arm and he shushed you. “i want you to count for me, yeah?” he gently patted your ass cheek and you agreed.
the first strike startled you, forcing a yelp from your throat. “one!” you leaned against Jack’s side, using him for support. you felt his grip around your waist tightened and he delivered the next two strikes.
you counted out each hit, each slap of his hand made your core heat. Jack couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the whole scene; the way your pussy gleamed in the soft light. he paused after the 5th slap, rubbing your already red cheeks.
“my my baby…i wish you could see how red this pretty little ass is. hmmm does it hurt?” he mocked your whimper. “maybe now you’ll remember to be a good sub and be waiting by the door. look at how wet you are baby, fuck.” his fingers dipped down to push your puffy lips apart and swipe down your dripping center.
you gasped and pushed your hips back, moaning out for him. “oh don’t start that with me.” he growled and delivered a particularly brutal slap to your clit. your body almost collapsed as a sinful gasp came from your lips. Jack felt like his erection was about to explode from his pants, so he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer so your thigh was pressed tightly against his clothed dick.
you were familiar with this move, your hips rolling subconsciously so your thigh would grind against his length. you continued the count.
by spank 8, you could feel your arousal drip down your thighs. you weren’t sure if you could take any more. Jack had teased your clit more, pushing his fingertips in and out at an agonizing pace.
“9…10!” you cried out as the last strikes came down in quick succession, a mercy you were thankful for. Jack had your body trapped with his strength, his hand soothing your now maroon, borderline purple, cheeks. “what a brave bunny. my brave little girl…you did so good, hm?”
his hand rubbed down the back of your thigh as you cried. “daddy! please. it hurts.” your whimpers send shock waves to his cock and he couldn’t help but just eat up the fat tears that rolled down your face. “oh sweetie don’t worry. daddy’ll take care of that.”
true to his word, though without his normal softness, his fingers ran over your dripping clit. “so wet from your spankings. such a naughty little girl. you like being spanked?” two of Jack’s fingers skillfully pushed their way in your center with ease. there wouldn’t have been resistance with how utterly soaked you were.
you moaned as his fingers curled and pumped in and out, his pace steady and sharp. “tell daddy how much you liked your punishment and i might let you cum around my cock.” your head tipped back against his arm and you begged. begged for him to fuck you hard because you just couldn’t help but love your punishment.
you loved his rough hands leaving angry marks to claim and remind you of him. you could only see the side of his face as you begged for his cum too, his lips twitching up into a dark smile. “don’t worry baby, daddy’ll fill you up good with his seed.”
he needed to stretch your pussy out before he could dive in. he wanted to do a lot of things to you but with how wet you were and how tired he was from shift, he just wanted to be in you. so he bullied his fingers into your clit over and over, feeling it pulse around them.
you were babbling, hips a bit shaky but still raised. you pushed back in time with his fingers, deepening the stretch. “c’mon baby, little longer and i’ll have my cock in you,” his words soothed you as he curled his fingers over and over again, pulling you closer and closer to the edge.
“oh god! daddy! ‘m close!” your shoulder dipped as your thighs shook, fighting against the restraints. you chanted ‘daddy’ over and over as his fingers fucked you harder and harder. your arms tremble trying to hold your weight, but you could feel a wave of intense pleasure building.
“come for me, bunny. turn that dull brain off for daddy and come on my fingers.” he smirked as his thumb lightly teased your hole while his fingers pounded into you over and over again.
the new sensation caused your release, a loud pathetic moan erupted as your arms finally gave out. it didn’t matter as Jack already held most of your body weight up, taking the rest as you rode the high. Jack looked over you while he reached above to grab a pillow. he shoved it under your hips and slowly released you. your hips still raised, but your arms gave out so your cheek rested on the mattress.
Jack moved around you freely, adjusting your thigh cuffs to tilt your legs open enough for him to fit behind you. he then reached to pull your arms back behind you, grabbing the other set of cuffs he grabbed and locking them in place. he rubbed your sore behind and leaned down to kiss the bruises. “bunny...” he mused and he grabbed onto your hips again. “i’ve been dreaming about your little pussy all night, little one…been thinking about your cries as my fat cock abuses your holes.” you pressed your lower half back until you felt his cock pressed against your clit. you turned your head to try and see his face, your hips sliding side to side to grind against him.
Jack reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric up and over his head. you felt the warmth of his skin on your ass and sighed happily. next to go were his pants, pulling his belt off then the jeans. you ground against his hard length through his underwear. he moaned loudly, feeling your wetness through the fabric. “fuck baby girl…”
he pushed the briefs down and stroked a hand over his thick member. you wanted to touch him, taste him even.
his fat tip poked at your entrance, Jack carefully lined his length up before pushing in slowly. you gasped at the stretch, as you did every time. he tried his best to prep you, but his thickness stretched your hole open painfully yet oh so deliciously. once he was fully in you, he paused and allowed you to soak in the fullness.
Jack leaned over to cage you against the mattress, one hand on your hip and the other planting on your chest to lock your back against his. you were writhing and whimpering, pussy completely full to the brim. “feel good angel? feel good stretched out on my cock? i wish you could feel just how tight your little pussy is.” he whispered lowly in your ear, feeling how you fluttered against him. “i bet you’re already so cock dumb and i haven’t even moved.”
he was right, all thought shut down as soon as he entered you. why even bother thinking of anything other than his thick cock almost split you in two. “please daddy~” you purred, leaning back against his shoulder, “please fuck me daddy. don’t be nice, hurt me.”
the older man chuckled darkly against your neck, warm breath sending chills down your spine. his hand trailed from your chest up to your throat, his thumb and index fingers resting on the sides in a domineering way. a light squeeze made your head even more fuzzy and you whimpered. “since you asked so nicely, pet.” he kissed your earlobe before you felt him shift into a better position.
the pull out was slow, but the slam in was sinful. it was delicious as he bullied his cock into you over and over as he had done with his fingers. his hand on your hip gripped so hard you knew you’d have bruises later; good, you wanted them there.
your stomach rest on the pillow as his free hand gripped the back of your neck, affectively pinning you and absolutely pounding you into the mattress. “god fucking damn baby….i’ll never get over how good you feel on me. you’re taking me so well, i know you can take more,” he reached over to the side you couldn’t see, releasing your hip. he did not relent as you heard a toy whirl to life.
the buzzing was unmistakably, a recent addition to your collection, having caught your interest a while before. the loud buzz indicated the power and strength you weren’t sure you could handle with his unrelenting strokes. a hitach wand with a larger head and a longer handle. your stomach churned as you heard him flip through the different settings, quickly deciding on a middle level.
you expect to feel the vibrator on your clit, ready for the powerful shaking to instantly send you over the edge. when you felt it instead on that sensitive hole he teased earlier, your head jerked back. the moan that ripped through you was louder than Jack had heard before. he greedily drank it in, fucking you harder while the wand buzzed against your hole.
“daddy! oh!!” you felt drool on your chin, babbling as your pleasure built up and up. “oh shut up baby girl. just let daddy take care of that dumb head. feel so good angel.” Jack groaned as he felt the vibrations ripple through his cock down to his balls.
he leaned back and watched as you desperately fucked yourself on his cock, hips pushing back and forth. he slapped your sore and definitely now purple ass and you yelped before giggling. the man looked up at you and saw you looking back with eyes filled with tears.
“keep looking at me like that and your ass will be blue.” he growled, leaning over your body. your hips held so high and your face buried in the mattress as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder. your moan drove him to lick the mark up to your ear. “you gonna come again for daddy?” his pace was unrelenting, fucking deep into you with a grip so firm, legs still pinned by the cuffs. “you want daddy to fill you up good? get you all full of my seed, pretty girl.” he kissed your ear, you having gone silent a minute prior.
Jack needed to be deeper, need to brutalize your warm and wet core. he pulled out and you whined loudly in discomfort. “sh shhh. only for a second, daddy’s got you.” he put the vibrator down, it roared against the mattress, and unlocked the cuffs at your wrists. then he flipped you on your back, pausing to take you in. you looked like your brain was floating as he moved you. adjusting the pillow beneath you to rest higher on your back, he pushed your hips up into the air and forced your legs as open as they’d go.
grabbing the wand and holding against your weeping clit, Jack pushed his cock deep inside you as he towered over. your legs locked and open, hips high to allow him as deep as you could take. your sore arms reached out for him, each hand gripping one of his arms. your moans were pathetic, tears free falling as you babbled on and on. the vibrator adding to it all, making your head spin.
“daddy’s getting so close bunny. you want my cum? want it deep inside you? say please.” he grunted as his pace got rougher, sloppier. you looked up at him with pleading eyes, “please cum in me. wanna cum with you,” you begged, hands desperately clinging to him as he turned the vibrator up a level, the buzzing sending shock waves of pleasure up your spine.
Jack nodded, his release right there. “cum for daddy. i’ve got you bunny.” after a few more expertly timed thrusts, you felt such intensity in your gut. your whole body trembled as a white light filled your vision.
you heard your moan but didn’t remember letting it go. Jack felt his orgasm hit him like a brick, slowing his thrusts as his hands shook. he continued to hold you there, vibrator attacking and his cock thrusting his seed deeper into your womb. your head was thrown back and your mouth wide. he wish he could keep you right here forever. he would if you’d let him.
“mmfph..daddy..” you cried and he was instantly moving. he turned off the wand and set it to the side, slowly pulling out of you. “daddy’s here, little one. float back down to me.” he soothed as he lowered you down and removed the cuffs. you were in another world and felt him move around you. your eyes closed and he just moved on autopilot, falling into his caretaker role.
he cleaned you up and carried you from the room, bringing you to your shared bedroom. you could bath and eat later, he was tired and you were in no state to disagree. so he grabbed a couple waters and tucked you in first before stripping himself of his prostheses and joined you.
“you did so wonderful for me, little bunny…’m so proud of you.” he praised, kissing your face softly. “sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up. just sleep love.” you just nodded, eyes fluttering closed. he pressed a kiss to your lips and settled down himself into the bed. eyes closing, he soaked in the morning, feeling so warm and so loved.
I would give him the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath, "I can't take it much longer" breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting ground tip-talking against month sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the to and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster than little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the top, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever.
And THEN l'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use my body as though it doesn't belong to anymore that he literally throws me around and does as he please. I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get a smidge of his attention and love. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what???? NEVER GIVE UP and I am not giving up to screw me till my mind becomes nothing but subservient to him.
you’re in the passenger seat in a black mini dress and heels, and very comfortably wine drunk. it’s a nice night so he put the windows down, and the radio up. you keep sneaking glances over at him and you’re smiling at each other, truly as content as can be. his hand comes to your thigh and rubs little circles with his thumb. you lean into his touch and scoot closer to the center console. then his hand is inching upwards, playing with the edge of your dress. you inhale the sweet summer air coming in from the window and sigh happily. his fingers sneak under your dress and drag along your pussy, which makes you feel tingles shoot through your body. you sink down in your seat and he starts rubbing big, slow circles. you look over at him and he’s already looking at you, smirking with a glint in his eye. you give him a devilish drunk smile back and then his fingers are sinking into you.
dr. jack abbot x girly! younger!pediatric r3!reader
fem pronouns for reader.
part two is here |
summary: you were a pediatric resident at PMTC, connecting with your patients through the soft pinks of your scrubs and your gentle nature. you often were called to consult down in the ER on pedes cases. you just so happen to catch the eye of a certain night shift attending who couldn’t help the pull he felt to the pretty r3.
tags: age gaps (reader is late 20s jack is late 40s), hospitals, pre relationship, jack flirting shamelessly, injuries + mentions of blood, children being sick, mentions of child death (reader is a pediatric resident)
you loved your job. you loved the feeling it gave you; the feeling deep in your chest as parents sobbed in relief after their children receive your care. the feeling you chased as you ran next to your 6 year old patient, a firm hand on the gurney as you and 3 pedes nurses pushed him ahead, who needed emergency surgery that required your specific skill set.
you absolutely hated your job some days though. you hated the days when you’d have to tell the parents of patients who suffered from illnesses you simply couldn’t treat. you couldn’t keep track of the small bodies who cried and cried from pain you couldn’t seem to source. you carried a weight from the children you couldn’t save. you carried their names with you daily.
you often found yourself somewhere in between these days. your life was a cycle of wake up, eat, work, go home, sleep; only to wake up and do it again the next day. it was a lonely life, you admitted. you were buried in work often, having no time for a personal life with your hours.
you rubbed your eyes as you stood in your kitchen, waiting for your coffee to brew before you left for work. you were in your normal work attire; a baby pink set of scrubs, white non slip sneakers that were comfortable enough to last your shift, your normal gold necklace and earrings, and your pink stethoscope with a small my melody figure covering the diaphragm.
you stretched your arms up and rolled your head back. you were on night shift today, having picked up the shift to help cover while one of the doctors went on leave. you had worked night shift before, but with day being your norm, waking up at 7pm for work threw you off.
your pink backpack was packed with everything you needed. your laptop, water bottle with cute stickers of your favorite characters, some food if you needed, and a few other necessities. you tossed it over your shoulder and grabbed your coffee mug, heading for the hospital.
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you walked onto the pedes floor at 8pm and you could tell the night would test you. you could hear screaming from 4 different rooms and the nurses station looked frantic. “oh thank god all mighty you’re here!” your charge nurse looked you with big eyes that screamed ‘help us’.
“where do you need me first, Marie?” you looked at her with a soft smile, making your way to the lockers to put your bag away. “get settled then come see me, love. grab a snack now, gyno is having a system failure and is completely backed up.” you rubbed your forehead and nodded, your braided hair swaying with your movements. “aren’t they always?”
the first 3 hours of your 12 hour shift went by relatively smooth. a few easy cases of strep in an 8 year old, food poisoning in a 5 month old, and a broken foot in a 12 year old got you through your first few hours. you were at the nurses station, getting the test results on a young boy who shoved some pebbles up his nose when the bulky phone in your scrub pocket buzzed violently.
you groaned to Marie as you read ‘Emergency Department’ on the screen. “told you OB is down. probably a birth they need an assist on.” you nodded to hear as you answered, hearing the voice of Lena, the night shift charge might for the ED, asking for your assistance on a shoulder dystocia.
you quickly made your way down to the ED, a student doctor following behind you closely. “Lena! i’m here! where do you need us?” you smiled as you both ran up to the nurses station. “trauma one.” she pointed and you made your way over to the buzzing room. “pedes here! doctor (y/l/n) and student doctor Adela.” you announced as you entered the room, seeing a woman in an immense amount of pain with a baby clearly stuck.
“oh mama…i’m here to help you through this.” you informed the woman softly yet steady. like a firm hand on her mental being keeping her present. your eyes scanned the room and met with some familiar faces of the night shift. specifically a Dr. Jack Abbot staring back at you with familiar, warm eyes.
“it’s been a minute, (y/l/n). heard OB is down.” he took a step closer to stand behind you and you directed your student doctor to watch. “they’re always down. i wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” you sent the mother a warm smile as you walked her through the next steps, pausing calmly as she screamed through another painful contraction.
after you were able to rotate the baby and smoothly deliver him, much to the delight of the parents, you were reviewing the trauma with your shadow. you watched Dr. Abbot hang back; even when his team moved the family to L&D. “we’ll check in on her and baby in a few hours. why don’t you escort her up? builds patient relationship.” you smiled kindly as you took your pink gloves off and threw them out. your student nodded before catching up with the gurney.
“you did very good in there, kiddo.” Dr. Abbot hummed softly and you felt a shiver down your spine. “thank you, Dr. Abbot. i always hate when a women’s first is traumatic.” you rubbed your arm and sighed, looking up at him with big doe eyes. his seemed to studied you for a moment.
“yeah, but she seemed tough. like you.” he tilted his head to make eye contact with you when he said it. you giggled sweetly before the two of you exited the room so it could be cleaned for the next one. “how’s it going down here for you guys?” you guys crossed the main floor of the ER towards the nurses station in the middle. Lena shot you smile before you turned to Dr. Abbot.
“oh fine. the normal chaos that makes me appreciate when i get a second. i’ve had to pee for hours now.” he chuckled lightly and you looked confused. “don’t let me take up your few precious free moments! go go!” you waved him off but he just shook his head. “i’d rather be talking to the pretty pedes resident instead.” he sent a wink your way as he made his way to the bathroom nearby.
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it was hour 10 of your shift and you could feel your head pounding. just two hours until your off day when you could finally relax but it was the longest two hours of you life. you sat at a computer, typing up your latest patient’s chart when Marie approached.
“they need you back downstairs. consult on a 6 year old with abnormal stomach symptoms.” you raised a brow. “any further details on these abnormal symptoms?”
“you know how these doctors get with kids. they freak and can’t remember anything.” she shrugged as you made your way to the elevator. you munched quietly on the protein bar you packed earlier, hoping to squeeze in a few extra calories to get you through your last hours.
you were finishing up your consult when you felt a familiar warmth behind you. “two times in one shift? i’m starting to wonder if you’re obsessed with me.” Dr. Abbot smiled as you tilted your head to the side to view him. “can’t help that the ER has some great eye candy.” you winked and the older man chuckled, a slight pink hue dancing across his cheeks.
“you know, this intense chemistry between us has me so distract lately.” Dr. Abbot leaned against the wall you were next to and tilted his head towards yours. “when are you finally gonna let me take you out, pretty girl?” you could feel his warm breath on your neck. you were so close to him that his cologne and breath mint made your brain swim. his voice was low, the tone shooting nerves straight to your stomach and lower.
“i don’t know, Dr. Abbot. i usually don’t go for dinosaurs.” you hummed and the man grabbed his chest in faux hurt. “you wound me so!” you both laughed.
“Jack.” he said firmly and you raised an eyebrow at him. “call me Jack.” you tested the name and his eyes shone so brightly. “i like the way you say it.” Jack hummed and brushed a loose strain of hair behind your ear that must’ve slipped from your braid. “i’m off tomorrow.” was your reply, so quiet you barely heard it yourself.
Jack’s eyes danced from yours to your lips, calculating something. “i’ll pick you at 6?” you got out your pink notepad and scribbled your number in a sparkling pink ink for him. “i’ll see you then, Jack.” you purred and you watched his jaw clench as your tone washed over him like velvet.
“wear something cute. it’ll be a nice restaurant. gotta make it worth it for ya.” you rested your hand on his arm and nodded, before heading back towards the elevator. the rest of this shift couldn’t go by any slower.
