cw: suggestive content, mostly fluff, jack is a #wifeguy
wife!reader who is adored by night shift. when she visits, mateo literally greats her as “hey mama”
wife!reader who bakes sweet treats for jack to bring in when he works
wife!reader who jack talks about so much at work that one time you visit there’s a patient currently being discharged who greets you by name. you’re obviously very taken aback by this but the older woman noticed your shock and throws out “your husband was my doctor! he would not stop talking about you. he’s great.” because of course jack gushes about you to his patients. with pictures.
wife!reader who had to sit and listen to jack conceptualize his pre-night shift chant. “is making them say we are the weirdest and the wildest of them all with me too much?” “will they think a hoo-ah at the end is dumb?”
wife!reader who is not afraid to put anyone in their place especially robby come sabbatical time
wife!reader who slowly begins to institute self care habits into jack’s routine.
wife!reader who recognizes the signs of jack struggling even before he does
wife!reader who makes jack incredibly flustered by simply flirting with him as if you both aren’t already married and very in love
wife!reader who complains if jack doesn’t sleep shirtless
wife!reader who knows that jack is a restless man and while not a fan of his work with swat, learns the basics of medicine so she can patch him up at home where he’s most comfortable
husband!jack who comes home after a long shift and lays his head on your chest so you can run your hands through his curls
husband!jack always needs to be touching you in some way. if you’re sitting on the couch together, his hand is resting on your thigh. when you’re out, his hand is always around your waist or interlocked with yours. orrrrr his favorite place to have his hands are your hips or your ass.
husband!jack who spends one of his entire days off building a garden set-up in your backyard because you casually mentioned wanting to begin gardening.
husband!jack who knows how difficult his work schedule can be (and the toll it takes) but makes a 100% effort to plan date ‘mornings’
husband!jack who comes up behind you while you’re cooking in the kitchen and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck
husband!jack who never lets your kitchen table not have flowers on it
husband!jack who comes home after his shift and starts your morning coffee for you before crawling in bed with you
husband!jack who has the softest tone when he speaks with you
belly to belly with jack and our skin is sticking together from sweat and his pubes leave wirey red marks on my lower tummy and we’re whining at the same volume and his tongue is in my mouth
only soft for you brendon park who plants his fingers through your hair and massages your scalp in the staircase when he sees how overwhelmed you are from the day you’ve had. big brick built body hunched over you, cooing to you in a little voice while you hold his forearms, staring up at him like he’s the world.
“you run yourself a bath when you get home. i won’t be there immediately, but you just text me what you want to eat and use my card for it. you’re ok, you’re gonna be ok. hectic day, yeah? fuckin tell me about it.” he gets you to let out a little giggle through glossy eyes, which makes him smile small.
NO ONE in the ed would ever imagine the piece of shit could be so sweet to you. complete 180 in mood when he walks out after you
when he gets home he greets you in your bath, sitting at the edge of the bathtub. he's still got hid scrubs on, but he desperately needed to see if his girl was in good spirits. you're smiling up at him all dopey in your relaxing bath, your finished meal pushed away on your bath tray.
"there's my girl. my smiley lady. you feelin' better? yeah? that's what I like to hear. can I wind down with you in the bed? mkay, lemme get you a towel."
he's takes his time lotioning you up, massaging your body all rough where you need it, making your aching bones feel like slush on the bed. Brendon park is the consent king, so as he's snaking his hand up your thigh he kisses at your cheek, trailing closer to your lips to ask you, "can I touch you, honey? take the edge off a little more.." and when your hips fein closer to his palm he takes it clear as day, running his slick hands up your folds to massage your clit.
he has you under him in no time keeping your legs pinched to his wide torso as his other hand cradles your head, eyes low and easy on you as you squeeze yours shut. he's burying you into your shared mattress, thrusts so deep and long, rolling his hips with love. swallowing your moans as you try your best to kiss him, not that he minds. he knows how to plesse his woman.
"there we go honey, theeeeere she is. Just what you needed, right?" your manicured nails drag up his shoulders, leaving the faintest of red marks on them as you prepare yourself for the orgasm he so graciously gives you. "I know baby i know, s'comin. you can do it, jus' let it out for me. you deserve it baby, had such a long day, cmon take it from me."
he's all the more doting, not slowing his pace as you reach your peak. his hair falls over you both, forehead together as he chases his release. kissing you softly sweetly, moaning into your mouth when he finishes while holding your face. "lemme clean you up, you want a nightgown or a shirt? I'll get the yellow one." by the time he comes back with wipes and a water you're out like a light.
