Oscar’s Babygirl🥰

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Hi, guys! This is a little introduction and masterlist post! My name is Jen. I'm not consistent as a word of warning and I tend to stop stories for a long time because writer's block is hard to get out of. I just write for who I want to.

On My Block

Sons of Anarchy

Mayans MC

Riverdale

Stranger Things

The Vampire Diaries

Criminal Minds

Jujutsu Kaisen

The Pitt

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P!LINKS | SHAWN HATOSY CHARACTERS <333

JACK ABBOT

med student!jack de-stressing after a rough shift

it’s 3am and jack is working, but you’re ovulating and can’t let this opportunity pass by

he may be old, but he can still put in the work

there are advantages to jack working nights, it means you can have mornings like this

he loves the way you squeeze and cum around his fingers

bonus!: you can be such a pain in their ass, so robby and abbot decide to do something about it

POPE CODY

he’s just a little sensitive…

pope loves it when you play with him

his favorite place to be is in between your thighs

tattoo artist!pope who just can’t resist your weeping pussy

after baz said pope would never have a child, you’re on a mission to prove him wrong

what can he say, he’s curious

SAMMY BRYANT

sammy is tired of all the guys teasing, he’s gonna get his precious housewife pregnant no matter what

DA won’t prosecute, perp got away, and sammy needs to take out his frustration on you

sammy shows you what can happen when you don’t lock your windows OR (see titus)

you’re giving attitude about living in castaic, sammy puts you in your place

he’s your husband, he shouldn’t be wearing a condom anyways

while on solo patrol, sammy finds you looking so lonely, he can fix that

BRETT RICHARDS

It’s tough being chief, all he wants to do is come home and sink into you

he loves the way you look so helpless under him, he can’t help but cum inside

he works hard and works up quite the appetite

CHARLIE REID

this is what you get for running, now he has to teach you a lesson

you wanna be brat? know your place

he knows you’re not on birth control, he cums inside anyways

why should he pull out?

TITUS DANFORTH

you’re too precious to kill, no, titus needs to breed you instead, he needs an heir after all

for all the fight you put up, you sure are greedy for him cum

a sweet girl like you living all by yourself? well he just had to stop by and make sure you’re well cared for OR (see sammy)

sometimes, he just wants to be your good boy

I genuinely cannot stop thinking about this old man

and mini self promo of my abbot smuts: ache & drool

nsfw masterlist

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Masterlist

**Special thanks to @josephs-quinns for my header, love you!**

7:00 AM Series (Complete)

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Wife/Nurse!Reader

7:00 AM Part One

7.00 AM Part Two

7:00 AM Part Three

7:00 AM Part Four

7:00 AM Part Five

7:00 AM Part Six

7:00 AM Part Seven

7:00 AM Part Eight

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⭒ Dr Jack Abbot Recs 4

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 11/02/2025

⭒ The Pitt

⭒ Jack Abbot ⭒ Part 02  ⭒ Part 03

Lizzie | @glamorizethechaos

20/20 Vision | @/glamorizethechaos

Imagine | @/glamorizethechaos

Admitting | @miley1442111

a fight leads to a confession, and jack abbot finally admits something he wants.

someone else | @/miley1442111

you come back from a shitty weekend to an even shittier monday with rumours of your kind-of-boyfriend being into someone else. it only gets worse when an aggravated patient gets his hands on you, and jack doesn’t even know.

the first night | @/miley1442111

the first night you stay over at jack’s place goes well, and simultaneously badly.

Always | @/miley1442111

you have to go home for a wedding. jack comes to support. you think it’s the end of your relationship, he proves it’s not.

Your med school ex. |  @butyoudidthis4what

Jack gets jealous when your med school ex shows up and spends the day shadowing you.

Soak | @inknopewetrust

Jack knows how to cure the remnants of a difficult day.

Sweatshirt | @rorysverse

you fall asleep during a shift and jack watches over you

seven years | @somanyideassolittletime

Whitaker learns about you and Jack in an unexpected post-shift ritual.

The Newlyweds | @yxtkiwiyxt

You and Jack are enjoying married life.

Free Fallin' |  @/yxtkiwiyxt

On your birthday, your best friend convinces you to celebrate in a big way. The night takes a wild turn when you get a little too rowdy and accidentally fall off a bar table, ending up in the emergency room. There, you meet the charming and handsome Doctor Abbot.

Jealous |  @/yxtkiwiyxt

You’re jealous of Dr. Walsh.

one night stand, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, 6.5, pt 7.25 | @spaceyaemonds

you have a one night stand with an extremely attractive older man, but it doesn’t seem like you’ll see him again. fate has other plans, it seems.

Only Yours | @witchbitchlovesdilfs

reader got some new, tighter scrubs. jack gets jealous when one of the first years tries to ask her out. will this give him the incentive to finally make things official between them?!

Spring cleaning. | @tway5314

thinking of you |  @poisonofthepaint

jack broke up with you because he said you needed someone younger. yet, he's still offended when he hears you're going on a date with someone else. you show up to his apartment to set the record straight.

Day After Tomorrow, part 02 | @/poisonofthepaint

introducing...MORGUE TECH!READER . | @jacksabbotts

you ( morgue tech!reader ) are a shy, soft-spoken, and far too good for the world you  work in—but dr. jack abbot wants you anyway. wants you especially because of it. he’s older, bigger, rough around the edges, and completely undone by the way you squirms in his lap and stumbles over your words. you never had anyone take their time with you—never been praised, teased, or touched the way he plans to. and when he finds out just how untouched you really are? he makes it his mission to teach you everything you didn’t know you needed.

You Say That Like You Care | @frombookstoretobookstore

Put Him on Speaker |  @abbotjack

Jack gets home from a long night shift, exhausted and unreadable as always. When Robby calls for a quick update, you decide to test his patience—climbing into his lap and pushing until he breaks.

SOME PROTECTOR |  @literazine

reader is on the receiving end of patient aggression and ends up becoming a trauma patient herself; abbot feels helpless as her life hangs in the balance

family of four | @maoricth

you navigate family life with jack, baby dennis and (found family, adopted son) dennis whitaker. this includes whitaker’s match process, going back to work and a surprise…

Domesticity | @/maoricth

small snippets of your life with jack and your (adopted) son dennis.

full of life |  @bitters-n-sweets

You overhear Jack talking to a woman closer to his age, and insecurities rise…

the night after | @/bitters-n-sweets

After celebrating someone’s birthday and getting absolutely wasted, you wake up naked next to your attending, Jack Abbot

i love him | @/bitters-n-sweets

Jack overhears the reader having a “secret” conversation with her best friend

coffee tables, part 02 | @/bitters-n-sweets

A late-night shift brings Jack Abbot face to face with the one person he let slip through the cracks. Some wounds don’t bleed, but still ache.

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I'll Be There For You

This is something that I wanted to write since I've been thinking back on my life in a toxic household when I was younger. OlderBrother!Robby x LittleSister!Reader (Might make this a series for Jack Abbot because brother's best friend trope hits me in my heart)

It was another day in hell. I'm a 25-year-old still living with my parents because I was still in school to become a lawyer. Tonight, my brother, Michael, had come over for dinner, and I had some in later than I wanted because I was at the library studying. I walk in and see all of them just sitting at the table, so I quickly go to my room and put my bag in my room. When I put my bag in my room, I see my mother and father looking at me with anger.

"You couldn't just be on time for dinner, you ungrateful brat!" my mother yelled.

"I was studying at the library. My BAR exam is this weekend," I whisper.

"No excuses!" my father yelled.

After hearing the yelling, Michael ran up the stairs and saw my tear-filled eyes and my parents yelling at me.

"Whoa! What is going on?" Michael asked.

"None of your fucking business, Michael!" my father yelled, "This ungrateful brat just couldn't be on time for once in her fucking life,"

"Dad! I was studying at the library! You cannot fault me for that! I needed to study!" I yell as I sob.

"Ok, ok!" Michael pushed himself between my parents and I, "Kid, why don't you pack your stuff, you're staying with me, ok?"

I hiccup and nod, going into my room to pack.

"Dad, you will not talk to (Y/N) that way! She was studying for the exam! There is no way I will let you talk to her like that!" Michael yelled.

"She will not stay with you!" our father yelled and tried to push past Michael.

Michael stood his ground and pushed him back firmly, coming into my room and locking the door. He sat next to me on my bed and sat as I cried my eyes out.

"I fucking hate this house and the toxicity," I sob, "Tell me you actually meant it that I can stay with you,"

"I meant every word, baby sis," Michael whispered.

I immediately launch myself into his arms and wrap my arms around him, "Thank you,"

"Of course," Michael whispered into my hair, "Come on, let's finish packing and we can head out,"

I nod, and we pack the rest of my stuff. When we leave, our parents were waiting at the front door.

"Don't you dare fucking come back. The both of you," our father glared at us.

"Wouldn't fucking dream of coming back in this toxic fucking household," I glare back and rush outside to Michael's car. We throw my things in the trunk and head out to his place.

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S.W.A.T. (CBS Series)

David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!reader

✧ blurbs and celebration fics

A Day Off with Deacon

2.1k+ words | wife!reader | fluff | You enjoy a fluffy day off with Deacon.

Confessions of a SWAT Team

2.9k+ words | SWAT!reader | angst to fluff | You and Deacon fell in love with each other, but didn't tell anyone. When officers closer to your age begin flirting with you, Deacon grows distant and won't tell you why.

Worried for You

2.3k+ words | angst/fluff | You worry about Deacon, but he doesn't know how it feels to be unsure and scared. When you're involved in a school shooting, he learns what you deal with daily.

A New Kind of Fear

2.1k+ words | angst/fluff | When 20 David completes a raid with narcotics, they stumble upon a stalker. The unknown suspect has been watching you, and now Deacon must find him while dealing with the fear you've grown used to.

What We Say When We're Sick

1.8k+ words | sick fic, fluff | Deacon takes care of you when you're sick, and you feverishly confess your feelings for him. Deacon is left to wonder if you feel the same when you're healthy.

Long Distance to the Future

1.3k+ words | fluff | You, Deacon's long-distance girlfriend, surprise him in LA, and then surprise him again with good news.

How Does He Know that You Love Him?

1.7k+ words | fluff, brief angst | Deacon worries about the age gap between you, but you repeatedly prove that you love him, no matter your ages.

The Kay Princesses

2.2k+ words | fluff | Lila's POV | Deacon introduces you to his kids over dinner and game night.

The Kay Princesses' Happily Ever After 2.4k+ words | fluff | 3rd person POV | Deacon wants to marry you, but he has to ensure that his kids understand and agree before he proposes. Then, you have a special question for Lila.

They Know Deacon Loves You (5+1)

3.5k+ words | SWAT!reader | fluff | 5 times someone realizes Deacon loves you, and the 1 time he realizes for himself.

Bloody Work

3.2k words | slight angst, fluff (period fic) | Your ex left deep scars, and when you unexpectedly get your period with Deacon, he comforts you and shows you how wrong your ex was.

The Real Us

2.7k+ words | fluff | You go under cover with Deacon while you're both hiding your feelings for each other. While acting as a couple, you realize that you don't want to pretend ever again.

Undo It

5.2k+ words | angst to fluff | SWAT!reader | You get abducted on your way home and won't talk to anyone after you're saved. Deacon vows to undo all the damage done to you.

My Home

4.5k+ words | angst/fluff | You are Deacon's favorite neighbour, but when you start receiving threats, he notices a change in you. While he and his team search for answers, you are attacked. Deacon returns home to find you and come to some realizations of his own.

20-David on a Plane

3.2k+ words | fluff | 20-David flies to Washington DC, and along the way, you learn why Deacon can comfort you so easily.

Blue and Red

2.7k+ words | angst to fluff | firefighter!reader | You are a firefighter who has a unique rivalry with Sergeant Deacon Kay. When you're injured while working together, Deacon learns why the rivalry started.

Love (Both of) You

4.6k+ words | hurt/comfort | pregnant!reader | After telling your husband you're pregnant, he kicks you out. Going to your best friend Luca's house, you find an unexpected source of comfort in Deacon Kay.

Love (Both of) You More 4.1k+ words | fluff/comfort | You grow closer to Deacon throughout your pregnancy and learn that you aren't the only one who loves him. (This picks up about a month after Part 1 and covers the rest of the pregnancy and birth!)

Don't Touch Her

3.0k+ words | angst to fluff | You and Deacon are abducted by men who want revenge on you. After Deacon is forced to watch them hurt you, it is up to him to comfort you and keep you calm.

Hot or Cold

2.7k+ words | angst to fluff & hurt/comfort | You work in a coffee shop, and when you are trapped in the fridge during a robbery, you can only hope that your boyfriend Deacon will find you.

Hectic Relief

2.2k+ words | fluff | wife & teacher!reader | After a long week of teaching and protecting Los Angeles, you and Deacon find comfort in one another.

Sweet as You

1.4k+ words | fluff | baker!wife!reader | You visit the LAPD to drop off some baked goods and to visit your husband. Mostly to visit your husband.

If the Bun's as Sweet as You 1.6k+ words | fluff | After you find out you're pregnant, you try to use baking jokes to tell Deacon. Unfortunately, he isn't the first to understand you.

Robbery

1.2k+ words | fluff | wife!reader | You're in a jewelry store when a robbery occurs. You text Deacon, and he proves that he will always come to save you.

Your Biggest Fan

1.1k+ words | fluff | ballerina!wife!reader | Deacon brings his whole team to watch you dance, and then promises to be by your side, no matter where you go.

Lockdown

2.8k+ words | fluff, comfort | While covering a court hearing, you get taken hostage with your favorite S.W.A.T. sergeant.

Best (Fake) Boyfriend

2.0k+ words | fluff | When you receive unwanted attention at a fancy restaurant, a handsome SWAT sergeant pretends to be your boyfriend to help you.

You Weren't Supposed to Hear That

1.6k+ words | fluff | shy!wife!reader | After years of trying, you get pregnant. With Deacon's birthday coming up, you decide to surprise him with the news, but he catches on to your nervousness and you accidentally tell him more than you mean to.

You Weren't Supposed to Know That 2.7k+ words | angst to fluff | Deacon is stressed with work and you are shyer than ever, so you don't tell him how sick your pregnancy is making you. When you collapse while home alone, you call Luca and he and Deacon rush to your aid.

Favors and Broken Promises

3.0k+ words | angst to fluff | journalist!reader | When you begin receiving death threats while writing an article on a dirty cop, Deacon Kay reluctantly agrees to protect you. He makes the situation worse before it gets better.

Soft Spot

3.4k+ words | angst to fluff | shy!assistant!reader | When you're kidnapped and used as a pawn, Deacon sets out to find you. Once you're tied up together, he changes his goals regarding your safety, finding a soft spot in the kidnappers and himself.

First and Second Steps

1.2k+ words | fluff | Deacon has missed a lot of important moments, but when you surprise him at work, he gets to watch his baby's first and second steps.

You're Safe

1.2k+ words | fluff | wife!SWAT!reader | Being on the same S.W.A.T. team as your husband provides plenty of opportunities to protect one another and share words of affirmation.

Our Songs

1.0k+ words | fluff | Deacon sings your song every chance he gets, but when he finds out why you love to hear him sing, he introduces more Sinatra into your life.

Every Day After

6.6k+ words | angst to fluff | shy!SWAT!reader | You are Deacon's best friend, and when you're poisoned and nearly killed, his protective tendencies make an appearance as he stays by your side to help you heal.

Because of My Family

4.0k+ words | angst to fluff | wife!Street!SWAT!reader | When you return to S.W.A.T. after having your fourth child, you are fatally injured. Your family gives you a reason to fight.

Think Different, Love the Same

3.9k+ words | fluff | When 20-Squad begins dealing with an activist group, Deacon falls for you, the group's leader.

Accidental CI

3.1k+ words | fluff | When your employer's name comes up in a case, your best friend Deacon calls to ask for your help. He leads you into a dangerous situation, and you come out as more than friends.

Speak Up

1.7k+ words | fluff/comfort | shy!girlfriend!reader | Your shyness makes it hard to speak up for yourself. Your boyfriend Deacon makes it easy.

Lucky Me

2.7k+ words | angst to fluff/comfort | Deacon loves you and he considers himself lucky to have you. Unfortunately, you can't see what he sees, so he takes it upon himself to show you just how lucky he is with you.

The Safest Place is With an Angel

4.2k+ words | angst to fluff/comfort | bodyguard!Deacon x singer | The bodyguard you never wanted quickly gives a new meaning to the City of Angels. After he saves you and helps you sing again, all of your fears disappear in his safety.

Not Since I Found You

2.5k+ words | (angst to) fluff | After Annie was changed by her brain tumor, she left Deacon. Now that he has you in his life, she decides that she doesn't want him to move on and does everything she can think of to sabotage your relationship.

As Oblivious as You Think

2.2k+ words | fluff | Your team thinks you're oblivious about your feelings for Deacon, so they try to push you together. Their plans fail because you already have a boyfriend, and you're not as oblivious as they think.

Proud to Listen

1.1k+ words | fluff | You perform in a talent show, and your boyfriend Deacon is proud of you for singing a song that means something to you.

Dress Up

1.2k+ words | fluff | Lila wants to wear matching Halloween costumes with you, and you're both surprised when Deacon joins.

Paying for the Sins of Our Fathers

3.6k+ words | angst to fluff | SWAT!reader | A new serial killer arrives in Los Angeles with a penchant for girls with bad relationships with their fathers. After you offer yourself up as bait to catch him, Deacon shows you that you're not as hard to love as you think.

Rich for a Night

2.5k+ words | fluff | detective!wife!reader | To catch a thief targeting wealthy couples, you go undercover with your husband Deacon.

Care Now and Forever

1.7k+ words | fluff/period fic | You struggle with iron deficiency on your period and learn during a rough day that Deacon will care for you no matter what.

Care Now and Forever (Starting Now) 1.0k+ words | fluff/comfort | You faint and Deacon takes care of you. As you wonder how he manages to be exactly where you need him to be, Deacon plans to start forever with you.

Always and Never Our Time

4.3k+ words | angst to fluff | SWAT!reader | You love Deacon and Deacon loves you, but you keep missing one another because the time is never right. Until your time, imperfect and late at night, finally comes along.

Always Time for You

2.5k+ words | angst to fluff | After you move to Los Angeles to escape an abusive relationship, you meet Deacon Kay and fall in love. When your ex arrives in Los Angeles, you have to tell someone, but don't want to worry Deacon.

Luck Be A Lady Tonight

2.3k+ words | fluff/brief angst | SWAT!reader | During a weekend off with your team, you run into one of the FBI's most wanted criminals. With a little luck and Deacon on your arm, you catch the criminal in a trap that places him exactly where you need him.

Save a Verse for Me

1.2k+ words | fluff | After hearing a man singing in your neighborhood, you fall for his voice. When you locate his house and sing with him, you discover there is more to love than his voice.

Tour of Dreams

1.4k+ words | fluff | wife!teacher!reader | Your class takes a special field trip to SWAT HQ and your husband Deacon makes the tour especially memorable.

Sleeves

1.6k+ words | fluff | Deacon's son Sam loves giving you temporary tattoos. When Deacon comes home to find you with a full sleeve of them, he admits he could get used to seeing you like this.

Friend of a Friend

2.0k+ words | fluff | Your neighbor, Street, invites you to join his team on a night out. You meet Deacon, who thinks you're there with Street, but can't deny that he feels something for you.

Blurbs

✵ David Kay!

✵ Roman Empire

✵ 20 > 50

✵ Just Want to Dance With You

✵ You Know I Love You

✵ by the light in your eyes

✵ rainy reminiscence

✵ a little piece of heaven

[lucis-dove]

𝖢𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖯𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗌𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗁 Trauma Medical Central. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝖣 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖣𝗋. Jack 𝖠𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈-𝗀𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗉, 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌/𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼

* = 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍/𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌

𝖠𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖺

𝖵𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂

𝖢𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗐

𝖱𝗈𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖺

𝖰𝗎𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈

𝖢𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈

𝖨𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾

𝖫𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂c𝖺

𝖫𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗈*

𝖤𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖺*

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Ok. I don't know why but I can just imagine Jack Abbot with a hot, badass tatted girl? Am I right or am i just being delulu because I'm heavily tatted and I would love to be with a man like Jack Abbot lmaooo

[bitters-n-sweets]

about me: stella, 24y/o. i've got 5 tattoos, a love for brown sugar lattes, daisies, lilies of the valley, silver jewelry, and way too many lipsticks. ♦️ listen. not all my fics are 18+ but this is still an 18+ blog so mdni. you've been warned. if your blog is anon/ageless, I will not interact back--i will most likely block you. if you're interested in my superhero fics, check out my side blog: thesoupes

masterlist ⇊

Jack Abbot — The Pitt coffee tables pt. 1 (angst-happy end) coffee tables pt. 2 (angst-happy end) she's a menace (suggestive) what survived the fire (ongoing series) gym crush (fluff) i love him (fluff) ask me again (tiny angst, fluff) the night after (suggestive) constellations (fluff blurb) was it ever fake? (fluff, smut) is it too early? (fluff blurb) pretty fucked (small angst, fluff) protective (fluff) full of life (hurt/comfort)

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch — The Pitt seize the moment (angst-happy end) scoliosis (fluff, slightly suggestive) take a break (angst, smut) take a break pt. 2 (angst-happy end) run an ex (fluff) green-eyed (angst-happy end) not just a jacket (angst-happy end) too old for this (fluff blurb)

Andrew "Pope" Cody — Animal Kingdom invisible (kinda angsty?) clementine (angst) matchy match (fluff blurb)

[ihearthathaway]

i want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck ✰ andrew 'pope' cody x reader

When Andrew first sees the metallic ‘A’ dangling off your neck he starts trying to make the connection- what important thing in your life starts with the letter A? Your mom’s name? Your hometown? Your cat’s name? His name- no. That can’t be right can it? Definitely not.

You’d been wearing it for a week when he asks you about it- finally. He’s got his head on your chest, settled just over your heart, the steady thunk of it under your ribs always finds a way to ground him. You’ve got a book in one hand, the other scratching through Andrew’s dark curls.

Just barely in his peripheral vision he could see the shiny letter, resting gently on your skin. His mind raced, going over again all the possibilities of the letter’s significance other than his name. Because it couldn’t be- right?

He reaches his hand out to fiddle with the metal between his fingers, twisting it so it catches the low lamp light that’s filling the room. You notice the second he picks it up, and wonder if this will finally be when he asks you what it means, if he hadn’t figured it out yet already.

But he doesn’t. Not yet at least, not without a little coaxing. He just keeps staring at it, taking in every angle it has to offer like the meaning will miraculously reveal itself to him if he looks at it long enough.

“Andrew?” Your words are quiet, but cut through the thick silence in the room. You feel him nod against your chest, he’s listening. “You know you can ask me what it means.”

He gives a deep sigh before sitting up, leaning on one arm and looking up at you. “I-” he starts, but it’s like the words get lost on their way out. Your lips press into a sympathetic smile, you know discussing anything remotely touchy-feely is hard for him. He wasn’t raised to process these feelings that you bring out in him so they’re all so… foreign.

“I think I know what it means,” he continues, each word cautiously spoken, “but I don’t get… why.”

You squint, “why?” He nods, almost like he’s embarrassed to meet your eyes when he speaks again. “Why you’d want… my name.”

Hear that? Yeah that was the sound of your heart breaking into a million pieces. Your face immediately softens, not quite able to fathom why this man you love so much thinks so little of himself. You reach a hand out to brush over his cheek and he melts into your touch, finally looking at you again with those swirling hazel eyes.

“Andrew,” you say, almost disappointed, “why wouldn’t I want your name with me?” He shrugs, like he can’t conceive any possible reason for it.

You lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, the meticulously shaved smooth skin soft under your lips. “Baby,” you frown when you see the look on his face- a genuine misunderstanding. “I love you,” you say simply, “I love you for you. And nothing else. I got this because I want people to know that. That I am completely and madly in love with you Andrew Cody.”

And as if your heart wasn’t shattered enough, he manages to make it worse. “Really?” His voice is uncharacteristically high pitched, like he’s fighting off some surge of emotions from deep within him. You nod, never more sure of anything in your life, “of course.”

A tiny smile starts to show on his lips, his eyes lightened up with a look of pure adoration. He hugs you, burying his face into your chest, right where his initial lies around your neck.

“Besides,” you whisper, head right next to his ear, “until you get me a ring, this’ll let everyone know I am off the market.”

He goes out and buys an engagement ring the next day.

[earthtomia]

fic recs!

(all fics are x reader; specific characters below the cut)

╰┈➤ all time favourites! <3

╰┈➤ smut recs! 18+ ONLY

please respect the writers and do not interact with any content marked 18+ if you are a minor, thank you!

challengers (2024):

➸ art donaldson

➸ patrick zweig

criminal minds:

➸ aaron hotchner

➸ spencer reid

dc:

➸ clark kent

➸ jimmy olsen

house md:

➸ gregory house

➸ james wilson

➸ robert chase

marvel:

➸ bucky barnes

➸ frank castle

➸ johnny storm

➸ matt murdock

➸ mcu!peter parker

➸ robert “bob” reynolds

➸ tasm!peter parker

star wars:

➸ din djarin

➸ han solo

➸ obi-wan kenobi

stranger things:

➸ eddie munson

➸ jonathan byers

➸ robin buckley

➸ steve harrington

supernatural:

➸ dean winchester

➸ sam winchester

the bear:

➸ carmen berzatto

➸ richie jerimovich

the pitt:

➸ frank langdon

➸ jack abbot

➸ michael “robby” robinavitch

➸ samira mohan

➸ trinity santos

miscellaneous characters:

➸ fox mulder (the x files)

➸ joel miller (the last of us)

retired characters:

(no new fic recs will be added for these characters!)

➸ indiana jones

➸ james potter (harry potter)

➸ lip gallagher (shameless)

➸ rafe cameron (outer banks)

➸ remus lupin (harry potter)

➸ thomas shelby (peaky blinders)

➸ sirius black (harry potter)

[oscars-wifeyyy]

should i post this? is anyone even interested? I don't knowwww

[rr-after-dark]

quitting time - jack abbot x reader

Summary: You want your husband Jack to knock you up, but that means it's finally time for the both of you to quit smoking. He comes up with an unconventional way of helping your withdrawal.

Tags/Notes: jack abbot x reader, fluff & smut, afab & fem reader (called 'mrs. abbot), married abbot/reader, established relationship, impregnation, oral sex (m receiving), piv (obviously), creampie (obviously), sex at work

Content: cigarettes/smoking, pregnancy discussion

A/N: this started as like a "dom abbot uses throat training to get you to quit cigarettes" but i fear i want him in a very soft way atm

Word Count: 4.9k

It’s just about midnight when Jack returns home. You've both been on day shifts ever since you got married, but he had to pull a double tonight after a highway pileup. The house is dark, but there’s a dim warm light filtering from under the bedroom door. After putting his things away exactly where they’re meant to go, he climbs the stairs stiffly. It’s been one hell of a long day and, honestly, most of the reason he bothers anymore is this: Coming home to you. This house he built for you that you’ve made a home, adding in the details that soften his rough edges.

Inside the bedroom, you’re on his side of the bed, wearing his shirt, absently watching his favorite show on the TV across from the bed.

Holding back a private smile, Jack leans down, kisses your forehead, and tilts your face up with his thumb and forefinger. “What are you still doing up, honey? Can’t sleep?”

You reach up and tug him closer by those silvering curls at the nape of his neck. If it weren’t for his work clothes still on, you’d drag him into bed right then and there and never let go. But Jack’s a neat freak, and that’s something you’ve come to appreciate over time, so you leave it at the one kiss and tell him, “You know I can’t sleep without you here.”

He chuckles and gestures to your setup that absolutely reeks of missing your husband. “Seems like you’re doing a pretty good job recreating my presence.”

“Nothing’s as good as the real thing.”

Tucking your hair back behind your ear, he says, “Don’t worry, love, I just gotta change and then I’m all yours.”

You watch with hungry eyes as he strips. It just never gets old watching him reach behind his head to tug off his shirt, revealing the strong back muscles he uses to save lives all day. He’s still freckled from the long weekend you took out to the shore; you’re the reason he actually takes his vacation days.

When he’s down to his boxers, Jack sits back on the bed. You take that as your cue to get up and kneel in front of him. Jack’s never once asked you to help take off his prosthetic, but, somehow, through the years, you both know that you’re going to do it every night. You release the lock and unfasten it, roll down the liner and sock, and carefully wiggle the foot to release it from his residual limb.

Setting his prosthetic aside, you finish pulling off the liner and sock, picking them up for cleaning. As you head over to the adjoining bathroom, Jack sighs, “You don’t have to clean-”

You cut him off, “Which anniversary do you start letting me take care of you without complaining?” With a little smile you can’t contain, you do your usual routine of cleaning the gel liner and call over your shoulder, “Is that year five?”

Jack snickers, “No, no, five is wood.”

You place the drying liner on the countertop on a clean towel and return to the bedroom, this time with a warm soapy washcloth. Jack’s tugged on a pair of much sexier gray boxer briefs. If you didn’t have a mission, you’d be mouthing over his bulge the second you’re on your knees again. You rub the washcloth over what’s left of his knee, checking over his skin for good measure. You might not be the doctor, but you’re the person in this relationship who cares about his health. 

When you’re satisfied that he’s set, you make a point of letting your hand linger, gently working over his legs. At last, it’s time for you to sheepishly admit, “I’m actually up because I have something to ask you about. I was, um, hoping you'd give me something.”

He groans out in relief as you massage his residual limb. You’re the only partner he’s ever allowed to touch him like this after his first wife and it’s heaven on earth. You could ask him for just about anything in these moments and he’d give it to you. “What is it, darling? You know I’d find a way to get you the moon if you asked.”

“Nothing crazy.” You rest your cheek on his thigh and gaze up at him through long lashes. His hand goes into your hair, the touch easy and familiar as he looks down at you. You can’t get enough of his end-of-day scruff. Dragging the words out, you tell him, “I was just thinking it’s about time you give me a baby.”

The biggest, dopiest smile breaks across his lips. His eyes crinkle up at the corners. You’re busy memorizing that expression, etching it into your brain, when he leans over to snatch you up into his lap. In one smooth motion, he flips you onto your back and kisses you. You never feel safer than when you’re between his arms, pinned down his body, exactly where you’re supposed to be.

When he’s done covering you in kisses that make you giggle, he gives you a knowing look. “That’s why you were so cagey about seeing your OBGYN today, isn’t it? I should’ve known better; you’d never schedule an appointment without me there if it weren’t for something sneaky.”

You lock your legs around his hips and laugh. “You know, I thought about taking a picture of the IUD when it was out to make that gross medical part of your brain tick.”

Then he gives you a concerned look, eyebrows pinching together protectively. “You had it removed already? Sweetheart, you know I would’ve held your hand if-”

“And ruin my surprise?” You shake your head and laugh, “It was worth it to see that look on your face.”

Then he’s smiling again, now with a sort of hazy disbelief that looks almost like he’s gonna cry. He nuzzles kisses into your neck. “God, we’re gonna have a baby.”

“Probably a few, actually.” You give him a serious look and reason, “Only children are always weirdos.”

“I’m an only child.”

“I know.”

“Careful, doll, or I’ll-” A realization dawns on his face and his lips pull into a tight, flat line. It was inevitable. You’ve talked about it a hundred times and now it’s real. He falls onto his side and tugs you close. “The thing is, though, if you’re going to get pregnant, then…” he murmurs, leaving the sentence open-ended, his gaze going right through you.

Pouting, you nestle into the crook of his shoulder, away from his intense eyes, and sigh, “I know. It’s gonna suck.”

“It’ll be worth it, though,” he soothes, rubbing your back. “We’ll quit together, alright? I don’t want my little Abbots growing up worried about their old man getting lung cancer, either.”

Pulling back to give him a playful glare, you ask, “Promise you won’t start again as soon as I’m knocked up?”

“I’m serious about this,” he assures you with that tight military nod that means he’s giving something everything he’s got. His eyes soften as he tucks your head under his chin, holding you as close as he can. “I thought I’d missed the boat on being a dad, but then you walk into my life and, all of a sudden, I’ve got a future again.”

There are some things that are incredibly hard about being married to a widower – it’s a never-ending grief, really, a constant presence in your marriage – but one thing that makes it all easier is the gratitude you both have. The loss has made him fiercely protective and you know he’ll be a better father for it. You’d worried it would always feel like you were competing with someone who wasn’t here, but it’s more like there’s twice the love. He knows to love fully now, to never waste a moment, to hold on close. And you’ve learned to be your full self, to accept his gratitude for you, to be present with him.

Having a family with Jack was never even a question. The first time you saw him holding Robby’s baby boy – still pretending you weren’t dating while watching Jack from across the ED – it was over for you. The way his smile took over his eyes, the way his forearms looked sturdy and safe cradling that little life, the way his softness met his strength. You were barely together at that point, maybe a month in, and you were already picturing how much happier he’d be when it was his own.

The idea of him being the one to support you through being pregnant and him holding a newborn and him teaching a chubby toddler to walk and him being a father. You didn’t know yet if you’d be a good mom – in fact, you’re pretty sure you’ll mess it up every day – but Jack being by your side makes it feel possible.

So you kiss the tip of his nose and smile. “We’re going to have the best future ever.” Then you sit up, push him onto his back, and straddle him with mischief written all over your face. “And you get to cum inside of me whenever you want for the foreseeable future.”

Jack groans and grabs at your now rolling hips. “Doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

Frankly, if you hadn’t been a smoker, you wouldn’t be in Jack’s bed talking about having his babies a few years after starting at PTMC. Isn’t that ironic? It’s not like you’re a doctor, so you don’t get nearly as much crap as Jack does from his coworkers, but you were still the only two smokers on the night shift. Which you discovered about a week in when the two of you finished your shift at the same time and he caught you digging around in your purse, balancing a cigarette between your fingers, and offered you his lighter. That’s how it all started.

The first night, he hung out with you even though he was a big bad attending and you were even lower on the food chain than the students as a desk girl. Since you mostly fielded calls and fetched files, nobody took you seriously. Most of the time, even the nurses just barked orders at you, having you grab coffees and handle data entry. For the most part, you didn’t mind. The job came with benefits and a salary, better than someone with no advanced education would usually find, and you knew you were supporting people who did the most important thing in the world. Still, you felt invisible, not invited to the group breakfasts or late-night drinks. Not really a member of the team but someone right on the border.

Then came Jack.

He treated you as his equal, no matter what. He listened to your opinions and never talked down to you despite your significant age difference and his decade of education above you. Even when he dropped off his charts at the end of his shift, dark circles around his eyes and hands rough from constant sanitizing, he made a point of stopping to smile and ask about your day.

After a few weeks, you began to notice his smoke breaks overlapping with yours, which was particularly strange since you always took your breaks at the same time while his were determined mostly by whether he was elbows deep in blood or not. It meant he was watching you very, very closely and managing everything in the ED around timing things exactly right so he could have just a few minutes with you

Those were the best parts of your night, always. You got used to heading across the parking lot to a bench on the little stretch of grass that surrounded the hospital, sort of like a park where patients’ families walked around to clear their heads. Most nights, only a minute or two after you’d sat down, Jack’s silhouette would appear next to you, ringed by light, and he’d ask in that gruff way he always did, “Want some company?”

And you’d say, “Only if it’s you.”

He was so easy to talk to. From day one, everyone in the ED told you to watch out for him, how he stared and muttered and peacocked and was held together by misanthropy and fraying duct tape. But not with you. Never with you. Sometimes, you’d see him chewing out a resident, looking absolutely ready to strangle them, only for his entire body to relax when you tapped him on the shoulder for a note about a chart or to hand off his next coffee. When you’d accidentally make eye contact across the Pitt, his face softened into something almost boyishly innocent.

From the beginning, it seemed like you had special access to a side of him that nobody else could see. Smoke breaks turned into walks home. Walks home turned to grabbing breakfast together. Breakfast turned to hours of conversation until you were both too exhausted to keep talking. At some point, he’d started showing up to walk you to work, not just back, which meant he walked fifteen minutes out of his way first. Just to stop you from walking alone at night. To keep you safe. When Dana had asked how you could stand spending so much time with someone so, as she put it, curmudgeonly, you just told her the truth: You understood each other.

When Jack said he loved you for the first time, it was simple. Frank. Like him. One of those countless nights where you sat on that same cast iron bench, you broached the topic the two of you had been dancing around. Like it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world, you asked why he’d started taking his smoke breaks with you months ago, why he went out of his way for you when he was already bogged down by emergencies, why he lingered to walk you home even though you lived in the opposite direction.

And he’d taken a long drag from your shared cigarette, he shrugged, looked straight forward, and said, “I’m in love with you. My mom raised me to treat my girl like she’s made of gold.”

You cut him a sideways glance as a smile threatened at your lips. “Your girl, huh?”

Then he looked at you and the vulnerability in his eyes seared into your skin. You’d never seen him looking so innocent. Like he really thought you might reject him outright despite the depth that had been building consistently between you. His voice had no edge of confidence, no cockiness, no expectations. He was just Jack. “If you’ll have me.”

You answered him with a smoky kiss. You moved in with him two weeks later and there was a ring on your finger before the year was up. You still don’t know how you got so lucky – shacking up with a handsome doctor, as your family so eloquently put it upon meeting him – but all that matters is that you did.

Both of you had tried and failed to quit smoking more times than you could count. Each of you picked up the habit as teenagers; smoking had become part of your routine. And, much as you wanted to be good influences on each other, it seemed like the one thing you couldn’t get over together, pushing back the deadlines of your attempts. We should quit before I meet your parents. We should quit before the wedding. We should quit before we buy the house. But, all along, you’d both known only one thing would really kick your ass into doing it.

By your first break of the next shift after a successful day off together at home, you’re absolutely jonesing. Shaky hands, foggy brain, hungry like you’ve never been before. Everyone can tell because you’re snapping at people and then vehemently apologizing, explaining that you're trying to quit to get sympathy. It’s bad enough that Dana touches your lower back and says, “Why don’t you take your break a little early? Go grab something to eat.”

Of course, Jack notices. When it comes to you, he always notices. He’s been hyper-attuned to you all day, even more than usual. He’s wrapping up supervising a rough laceration when he sees you snatch up your purse and huff over to the lounge like you’re scanning for someone to kill. He follows you at a close distance, watching as you grab your plastic tub of snacks with a wicked scowl on your soft lips.

Instead of sitting down at the nearby table or dodging back outside like you usually do, you shove into the staff bathroom. He swears there are tears in your eyes as the door slams behind you. That’s his cue for sure.

After striding across the lounge, he raps on the door a couple times and offers with a low voice, “Mrs. Abbot? It’s me.” After a moment, the lock clicks and he pushes it open, slipping inside with you. He finds you sitting on the floor clutching your container with white knuckles in one hand, a half-finished carrot stick in the other. After perching himself on the countertop, with a nod and a pursed lip, he observes, “Eating carrots alone on the bathroom floor. That’s a new one.”

Glaring, you reply, “It’s these stupid withdrawals. I read online that carrot sticks can help because smoking is a part of my oral fixation issue or whatever.”

He laughs and crosses his arms over his chest. “‘Read online’? You know you’re married to a doctor, right?”

“A judgy doctor,” you pout. “Look at you; you’re doing fine and I’m over here falling apart.”

He raises his eyebrows and, with one finger, beckons for you to stand up. You frown but get to your feet anyway, setting your food aside on the counter. Jack tugs you close and rests his hands on your hips. “If it helps, I’m definitely not fine. I’ve just spent a few decades learning to steady my hands and function when I’m absolutely wrecked. But, I promise, I’m absolutely starving and scatter-brained and pissed off and, Christ, I’m so horny I can’t think. Apparently smoking was really suppressing my libido. Trust me, babe: You’re not alone here.”

With a sigh, you rest your head on his chest. “You sure we can’t scrap this whole ‘quitting’ nonsense?”

After kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you, Jack says, “Think about how it’s all going to be worth it.” He drops his hand to your stomach and reminds you, “Soon, you won’t even be thinking about smoking because you’ll be so focused on growing our little person.”

You grumble out, like it makes any sense, “Yeah, but, for now, I’m not even pregnant, so it sucks.”

Jack grins and lets his fingers ride up under your shirt to the sensitive skin beneath. “That’s a very easy problem for me to fix.”

His mouth goes to your neck and you whimper right away; he’s always had way too strong an effect on you. You lean down to encourage him to kiss you properly and he does without complaint. Your lips part and he claims the space between them. After so long, he still knows how to steal your focus and your breath with a kiss. When his hands drop to your waist to grip hard, turning both of you around and pressing you against the counter, your breath hitches in your throat.

“Actually,” Jack starts, more growling than speaking, “I’ve got an idea for something that might help us both. You know, like you said, cigarettes are an oral fixation, so-” Your eyes begin to sparkle with mischief as he goes on “-I figured that, whenever you’re jonesing really bad, you could find me and we could-”

You’re already dropping to your knees, fingers greedy at his zipper.

He chuckles, “I see you’ve figured out what I’m getting at.”

When you take out his cock and immediately take it deep into your mouth, he draws in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Fuck, you’re eager. Perfect.”

You hum contentedly, settle into your knees, and focus on the feeling of his length dragging over your lips and tongue. The weight and smoothness shuts something off in your brain. Something that desperately needed to quiet down. Jack’s fingers thread through your hair and your eyes flutter shut as you let him take control. The barely controlled grunt at the base of his throat has heat pulsing in your core. His hands find each other on the back of your head as he fucks into your mouth, never pushing past what he knows you can handle. He knows you better than the back of his hand.

Jack’s voice is rough and commanding: “Touch yourself for me.”

Your brain’s absolutely buzzing with satisfaction as your hand slips down beneath the waistband of your bottoms. Your middle two fingers part your folds, collecting your wetness, and rub circles around your clit. Arching your back to get better access, you moan around Jack’s cock and take him deeper. As deep as you can. Your eyes begin to water and sting.

Gravelly and wanting as he holds the back of your head, Jack tsks quietly, “Careful. Don’t ruin your mascara at work, honey.”

You reluctantly ease up, focusing on using your tongue and your suction instead of gagging yourself like you would at home. When you flick the tip of your tongue under the head of his cock and use your free hand to work his shaft, Jack leans his head back, grips the counter behind himself, and rolls his hips in the most delicious way.

Right before he begins to tense, though, Jack tugs you off of him by the hair and gasps like he can’t believe he’s actually stopping you from sucking him dry. At your whiny little sound, he rasps out, “I know it’s been a while since my basic human physiology class, but I'm pretty sure swallowing won't get you pregnant.”

You give a hazy, lust-filled laugh as he helps you to your feet. Like you haven’t done this a hundred times, you bat your eyelashes and tease, “Right here in your emergency department, Doctor Abbot?”

You start to bend over the counter like you have before, ready to prop yourself up on your elbows and have your clothes yanked down, but he catches your shoulder. Jack gives you a look both tender and stern, his pupils dark and overtaking his hazels. Almost begging, he says, “I need to look at you.”

“Such a sap,” you reply, soft and sweet, as you shimmy out of your bottoms and hop up on the counter, scooting forward so your ass is on the very edge. Wrapping your legs around Jack, you yank him forward and kiss him hard.

He gasps when his cock brushes against your bare, wet folds. His eyes close and he glides his shaft along your clit, just collecting the wetness and sliding over your pussy before letting himself give in. He groans against your ear, “Oh, love. So fucking wet for me. What are you thinking about right now?”

You’re whiny and needy and holding onto him for dear life, hands going to his hips to encourage him forward. Your cunt is pulsing with the need for him, hot and aching and tingling like you’ve never felt in your life. So, barely able to breathe with how badly you want him, you just admit honestly, “Thinking about- about making you a dad. About having your baby.”

Jack sinks inside of you at last, nuzzling his lips into your neck as he fills you exactly the way you always need. “That’s all I want.”

You feel something shifting inside of him as he pulls back only slightly to look at you. He presses your foreheads together and his eye contact is searing. It’s one of the things that’s always drawn you to him; he looks at you like he’s seeing right into your brain. Like he can read every word you’re thinking. As one of his hands goes to the small of your back and the other cups your cheek, you swear you can see tears brimming at his waterline.

Twining your fingers in the silver curls at the nape of his neck, you slow the pace of your hips, kiss his cheek, and check in, “Are you okay, Jackie?”

He nods hard and swallows thickly, giving you a short chuckle as he grips your hips hard to fuck you deeper. “I’m fucking fantastic, Mrs. Abbot.”

“You look like you’re going to cry.”

“Jesus, I just might.” Jack laughs and pushes you back slightly so he’s more mounting you like an animal than standing upright. His hips drill down into yours and you’re seeing stars from how deep he is. He trails kisses along your pulse and, in between, tells you, “You’ve got no idea how much I love you. The idea that you want to have my- Fuck. God, you’re so good.” He draws in a sharp breath as his hips stutter slighty. Slowing his pace to keep himself off the edge, he drops his hand between your bodies and begins to drive his thumb over your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he groans out, “I love you so much. Wanna get you pregnant over and over.”

“Jesus, Jack, keep- keep talking just like that. Just like that.”

“Yeah?” His smirk is all self-satisfied mischief. He’s keeping his voice breathy and low, barely audible, but the rumble of it is unmistakable and erotic. As he works your clit and wrecks your pussy with deep, controlled thrusts that keep you stuffed full, Jack goes on, “Gonna knock you up and keep you that way as long as I can. Give you a whole mess of kids. You’ll be so perfect – so goddamn gorgeous – carrying my babies. I’m gonna worship the ground you walk on forever for giving me a family.”

Your moans go high and desperate and you’re biting down on your own hand to stop yourself from getting too loud as his thrusts reach a fever pitch. Sweat’s beading on both your foreheads and the whole world is narrowing in on his hazel eyes, locked on you, demanding to be yours.

Jack touches your chin, forcing eye contact, and orders, “Sweetheart, I need you to cum for me. Need you to give me everything so I can knock you up. Need to feel you clenching down on me and-”

You’re finished before he’s even done the sentence. The orgasm rips through you hard and fast. Your thighs clamp around Jack’s hips and you lose your balance on the counter, but Jack is right there to keep you safe. Like he always is. His arm is around your ass and he’s shoving you back against the mirror to fuck you through your orgasm and into overstimulation.

“That’s my girl,” Jack grunts as he bottoms out inside of you and spills over, keeping his hips locked to yours, nice and deep. His warmth coats your walls and you feel him shiver with pleasure. “Better fucking take.”

Eyes closed contentedly, you listen to his shuddering, heavy breaths as he softens inside of you. When Jack pulls out, he immediately shoves his two middle fingers back in, fingering his cum against your cervix as you whine his name from the intensity of it all. Finally, he puts those wet fingers against your lips and you take them effortlessly and greedily into your mouth, tasting the uniquely bitter taste of you both on the salt of his digits.

Jack zips himself up and then carefully tugs your underwear and bottoms back up, smoothing out your hair and clothes before kissing you with breathtaking fondness. He smirks in a way that makes him devilishly handsome and asks, “Still want a cigarette?”

You give him another quick peck. “What’s a cigarette?”

“I’ve got no idea.” Against your lips, he grins stupidly. “Only addiction I have is my baby’s mama.”

Your watch beeps, signaling the end of your break, and you sigh against Jack’s chest. “See you soon, doctor.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Not possible.”

Shaking off his smile, Jack opens up the door and glances out before opening it wide enough to let you out, too. The lounge is empty save Robby sitting at the table nursing a coffee at the very end of his shift. He raises a knowing eyebrow at the two of you and your cheeks flame red. Shaking his head, he tuts, “If you weren’t trying to give my kid a cousin in there, I’m going to have to report you.”

Jack barks out a laugh and claps a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, brother, no need to call Gloria. Give us nine months.”

You bury your burning face in your hands and squeak out, “I’m going to kill you both.”

Robby’s mouth opens, mock-offended, and he clutches his hand over his heart. “And leave your presumably brand new zygote without a strong male role model in his life?”

Positively pink, feeling Jack’s cum seeping through your panties, you cut back, “I think I’ll look into my other options. Whitaker, maybe. He’d be a good second husband, eager to please. And Frank would make cute babies. I’ve got alternatives available.”

Jack scoffs and wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on the crook of your neck. “No, c’mon, you need a man who can throw you over his shoulder in an emergency.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him. “And when was the last time you did that, grandpa?”

Of course, the ribbing makes Jack loop his arm around your waist and begin hoisting you off your feet. He only puts you down when you shriek, “Okay, okay! You can both live!”

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kicking my legs and giggling while reading this bruhhh

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She Can Boss Me Around Anytime

what if jack abbot had a girlfriend that only dana and robby knew about? and that his girlfriend is bossy but jack would do absolutely anything she says with a bite of his lip. it was the end of night shift and jack refused to get off so dana calls reinforcement. robby and dana also get a kick at seeing him get bossed around by the size difference between him and his girl.

i was just waking up from my slumber when i get a text. i look down and see that it was from dana.

get your man. he doesn’t want to leave.

i roll my eyes as i send her a thumbs up. after dragging myself to the shower to wake myself up, i wear a pair of his sweatpants and a crop top with my lightning mcqueen crocs and i’m out the door and on the way to the hospital.

meanwhile, jack was telling robby that he was just gonna stay for another hour so that he could help him.

“robby, i just wanna help,” jack glared.

“go home, workaholic,” robby said

“the pot is calling the kettle black,” jack retorts.

i finally arrive at the hospital. jack saw me before turning to dana and robby with a glare. “you called (y/n)?”

“jack fucking abbot. i swear you better leave robby and dana alone! let’s go.” i yell and point my finger at him.

jack felt a groan in his throat but he held it in as he nodded as he bit his lip, “yes, ma’am,” he grabbed his bag and walked past the nurses station, flipping off robby and dana who were laughing.

jack went up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, “let’s go, bossy,”

i roll my eyes and wave at dana and robby before letting him lead me to his truck.

“nice crocs,” he said with a smirk.

“shut up and drive. you’re gonna make this shit up to me,” i turn and smirk at him. jack let out his groan, turning to her as he started their short drive back to their shared apartment.

“you’re gonna kill me in the best way possible, trouble,”

it was inspired by the tiktok because i’m a sucker for men who obey their woman hehe

TikTok - Make Your Day

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Silly Videos You Send of You and Your Kid

You were a stay-at-home wife and mom who was married to Michael “Robby” Robinavitch. The choice to become a stay at home wife and mom was a hard decision for you since you loved working as a nurse in the emergency department, but you knew that you didn’t want to leave your baby alone with strangers and all your family and his had jobs so you opted to be a stay at home mom until your baby was old enough to go to school. Now you were slowly becoming an influencer who often did dances and get ready with me’s. 

Robby had woken up at 6 in the morning to get ready for the ER so oftentimes you would wake up a little before him to help him wake up and to make him his coffee and a quick breakfast and lunch. While he was in the shower, you started the coffeemaker and turned on the stove to make him a quick on the go breakfast since he always waits until the last minute to leave.

You heard your baby through the baby monitor so you quickly backed Robby’s breakfast in paper before rushing to their baby’s room and grabbing their baby.

“Good morning, my love,” you coo as you put him on your hip, “you woke up just in time to say bye to daddy. Let’s go see if he’s just about ready to leave,”

You leave the room while holding your baby to see Robby take a sip of his coffee while looking at the tupperware in curiosity. You hold up your baby, James, to show Robby, “look who woke up just in time,”

“Good morning, buddy,” Robby smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing James on the head, “how did you sleep?”

James yawned and smiled at his father, making babbling noises. Robby chuckles and grabs him out of your arms, carrying him around as you pack his lunch. He goes to the door to wait as he puts on his shoes while carrying James. You zip up his lunch bag before grabbing James from him and hand Robby his lunch bag, coffee, and breakfast burrito wrapped in a paper towel. Robby kisses you and James one last time before rushing to the hospital.

Half of the day went by cleaning the house and fixing up James’ toy area and the house was clean again. James was down for his midday nap, so you were swiping on TikTok when you saw a mom put her phone in her mouth and filmed her twirling the baby. You decided to film it whenever James woke up, but you also saw a TikTok to film for Robby so you decided to do that one while James was asleep.

You connect your airpods to your phone and prop your phone to start the countdown. When the countdown started, you backed up and started doing the dance for The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani. When you were done, you grabbed the phone and smiled at the results so you saved it before posing it. As you sent it to Robby, James woke up so you put your phone down and grabbed him. Once he was calm and ready for the rest of the day, you grabbed your phone again and filmed it. When you were done, you looked at the results with a smile and saved it and sent it, but didn’t post since you never posted your kid.

Robby was able to look at his phone when a rare break happened. He stared at his phone when he was watching your dance with a tight grip as Dana came up behind him.

“She’s good at dancing. I saw her TikTok. She has a lot of followers,” Dana smiled.

“Yeah, but look at this one,” Robby said and showed her the video of James with a smile, “her following is growing. I think she’s at 500k right now,”

“James is so cute,” Dana cooed at the phone, “that’s impressive that she has a ton of followers, it’s tough out here trying to be an influencer. The digital age,”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t even take it seriously which is funny,” Robby said, but more nurses crowded around him to see James on the phone and awed at James’s smiley face when he was being spun.

They all went back to work when you saw that Robby’s lunch was coming nearer so you dressed James up in a white short sleeve and black pants. You put him on the bathroom floor while you take a quick shower and dressed up in black oversized Dickies pants that were held up with a shoelace and a white crop top to match James. James was put in his stroller and you were out of the door with snacks packed for him and yourself.

You walked into the ER with a smile as you saw Dana. “Hey, Dana! There is a visitor today,” you smile and go to her.

Dana cheered and grabbed James out of his stroller before walking you to the break room with the stroller, “hey, little buddy! Your daddy will be glad that you’re here,” Dana smiled and gave him back to you, “let me tell Robby you and little man are here,”

You nod and sit down on one of the chairs, James on your lap. Somebody walked in and looked at you with a confused look, “Ma’am, this is the break room. You can’t be in here,”

“I know it’s the break room. I’m waiting for someone,” you said.

“Who?” Santos asked with squinted eyes.

“None of your business, but I’m waiting for Robby,” you said as Robby walked in with a smile.

“There is my little man,” Robby grabbed him and threw him up, “Daddy missed you. Hi, baby,” Robby gave you a kiss, “Santos, what are you doing in here?”

“O-oh, um, I had to grab something,” Santos said before leaving.

“Resident or intern?” I asked. Robby nodded, “I see. She said I couldn’t be here,” you laugh.

Robby rolled his eyes and grabbed his lunch bag from the refrigerator and heated his food up. When it was heated up, he grabbed the tupperware and brought it to the table.

“Thanks for lunch,” Robby said as he shoved food in his mouth, “you hungry?”

I shake my head, “all yours, sweetness. I brought snacks for James and I,” I said, grabbing some baby crackers and handing it to James who grabbed it with his eager hands.

Robby stared with a smile. “The video you did with James was cute. Had all the nurses here swooning, little heartbreaker. You’re in trouble with your other video,”

“I just thought I’d do something nice for you,” I laugh.

Below is the tiktok links!

TikTok - Make Your Day

TikTok - Make Your Day

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The Pitt

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch Silly Videos You Send of You and Your Kid I'll Be There for You

Jack Abbot

She Can Boss Me Around Anyday

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Jujutsu Kaisen

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Feels Like an Eternity