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thinking 💭 quickie with jack abbot before work
as you are trying change from your cute pink night robe to put you work outfit on knowing you are gonna be late for work,you hear jack coming up the stairs rushing to the bedroom, all messy from his morning jog, he then pulls you by your robe towards and onto his body from behind.
as you press to his body you can feel his thick girthy cock over his shorts on your ass that is already hard and ready to work you out.
he kisses your neck, touches you between your panties which are already wet and says “you are going nowhere missy, im about to please you hard and loud so that you think of me all day sweetheart” with that husky and raspy voice of his that makes you body melt when he talks, all while he plays with your pussy thru your mesh and sheer panties.
he drops to his knees, then starts to take off your panties slowly while admiring your whole body. “such a perfect body you have my love, can look at you forever but now i wanna use you a little bit so that it can ease up your stress from work you are probably gonna get today” he says.
he unties the ribbon on your robe and slowly takes it off from you. then starts to leave kisses from your tummy to your thighs, slowly edging you and making you shiver, his fingers trailing the opening of your pussy thru your panties.
he gets up and starts loving on your neck, leaving tiny bruises from the hard kisses, you hear his loud moans and grunts deep in your ear which gives you instant arousal you can feel your nipples get so hard.
jack leaves kisses from your neck to your chest and finds his hands on both of your breasts, he cups them both in his hands and starts to massage them while kissing you slowly. then proceeds to suck one nipple then the other one continuously, leaving a mess of saliva on both of them, flicking slowly one at a time and biting softly with his fronth teeth on them and trying to keep eye contant with you.
you moan so loud and just think of how good this will feel if you just could stay home and let him use you for hours and hours.
he then tells you to “come over to the mirror, spread your legs open for me baby, i need you to sit on my face and let me have my breakfast”.
he plops onto the pillow thats on the floor, still with his glasses and headphones on from his early morning jog, his black tight shirt and shorts all dripping in sweat,he positions himself next to the mirror thats attached on the walk in closet and smiles at you like a hungry lion.
you are dripping wet already and seeing him all sweaty and how he smells so good with all his pit and back stains, turns you on even so much more.
he takes the pillow that was already fallen on the floor and puts it behind his head, positions perfectly so that he can see every inch of you, then tells you to face the mirror and squat on his face.
you take the lead and do as he say. he guides your hands and you lock in hand in hand with him. then your legs go down slowly to find his face and you can feel his heavy breathing on your thighs. he leaves your hands and cups and slowly spreads your ass cheeks. you can feel his cold hands when he touches your ass.
he stars slowly with his tongue giving you quick licks all over your pussy trying to taste and tease you at the same time. “damn princess you are so wet for me, without even touching you or fucking you i got river flowing from within you” he says.
he puts slowly two fingers inside while licking your clit , and sees how you roll your eyes almost falling over on him from how good that felt. your tremble and your legs start to shake while hes continuosly sucking on your clit and fingers you faster and faster.
“dont cum yet princess, holt it in a bit more, let me have some fun with you” you hear his voice from below you and how his wet and sloppy lips smack back onto your pussy. you hold onto the mirror infront of you cos jack wants every last bit of drop, indulging all your flavours, he eats you out like its his last day on earth. spitting, making you wetter than youve ever been before.
as he slows down you move his fingers from inside to take over control and you start riding his face while holding and carresing his beautiful salt and pepper soft hair. his tongue working every inch of your insides. goosebumps all over your body from the sounds he is making while he eats it.
then back to jack and him wanting the power he takes back the lead, wraps his hands around your thighs and eats you out faster and faster, you cant hold it anymore and you cum so hard that you slip onto his face, full on. legs cant stop shaking, you moaning so loud, he catches your hand before you hurt yourself and he stops.
you hear him chuckle and say “you did so well for me baby, gosh i wanna eat you out for hours, that taste so sweet i need to have you as my lunch dinner and every god damn meal forever” and he kisses you so hard you taste yourself on his warm and sweaty lips.
he gives you a second to recover but in the meantime you see the clock its already past your time to get out of the house and hit the road. jack sees you start to panic a bit and tells you to quickly get on top of him. he guides you and you sit on his abdomen , he wraps his hands around you and starts kissing you so passionately trying to make you forget about your work and how late you probably are going to be.
he lowers his hands on your hips rocking you back and forth on his sweaty and wet black shorts. you feel his cock rock hard, like its ready to burst out any second. he rises your body with his legs and he pulls his shorts exposing that thick, girthy and veiny cock.
he then pushes you down a bit and from how wet and sweaty he is you slide right onto his cock, your pussy hugging it just waiting for it to go inside. he then takes control rocking you back and forth while kissing you hard and sloppy, tongues tying up together, bodies never been so in sync.
he slips his hand thru your body and adjust his cock to your entrance. he starts very slowly opening you up inch by inch. you whimper while kissing him. he tells you “sshhh baby its okay, i know you are so tight let me strech you out. you can bite on my finger or neck if it gets too much, i love to take the pain away from you”.
he reaches the end, all deep inside. you feel him so long and girthy, pulsating within you. you can feek him stretching you wide with how big he is. he stars rocking slowly to ease up your entrance and make you comfortable. you grasp for air from how thick he is and tell him to go faster.
he tells you to hook your legs under his and to hug onto his shoulders. he grabs your neck with his right hand and with his left he hardly presses onto your right shoulder preparing to rock your world. then kisses you slowly tells you how beautiful you are and that you are the best thing that has ever happened to him.
jack starts to fuck you harder and faster with every moan you let out in his mouth. you shake and cum so many times you cant even keep count off.
he grabs your hair in his hand and pulls you by it, then stars fucking you relentlessly and thrusting deep in you, the sound of his balls slaping on your ass cheeks is echoing thru the room.
he stops to give you a second to re adjust but you got other plan. you put your legs together on his and start bouncing on him hard as he presses hard with his hands on your ass, trying to feel you deeper and deeper as your ride him out. he loves to watch your ass twerk and bounce all over his cock, it makes him go insane.
jack cant help but want to fuck you even harder and faster than before specially after seeing you ass bounce like that and how much you enjoy him inside of you, he tells you to hug on him again as he proceeds to fuck you more.
he stars grunting and moaning so loud together with you. “i- i- i cant hold it in anymore baby, you are so damn perfect, i want to paint your insides. can- can i cum inside of your sweetheart? can i? please?!” he yells thru the whimpers he lets out as he keeps his tempo on you.
you say yes and he releases instantly all deep inside while you feel his pulsating cock and every vein of his cock pumping that cum in.
he moans and grunts so loud, which is you favorite sounds that jack makes, he then hugs you even tighter filling you up, as you exhale at the same time hearing his voice and knowing how much he came makes you even hornier and crazier.
you both still sitting on the floor, finally catching your breaths from that crazy quickie that you so not expected.
jack keeps cuddling and telling you how pretty you look even all messy like this. then kisses your forehead and tells you to hurry now to get in the shower,freshen up and go to work.
you run under the shower, get done quickly, put your shirt and skirt on, then kiss jack so hard before you leave the front door running to your car, wondering what excuse you are gonna give to your boss this time.
jack watches and smiles softly at you from the front door as you drive off while waving at you shirtless with his towel wrapped around his hips. he cant wait for you to come back home.
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been wanting to write this ever since this video of Shawn for the Quinn App came out. my minds been thinking only of that picture on him on the floor all sweaty in the black shirt with his glasses. what a man🤤 hatosy nation we were so fed these past 2 weeks.
also the links wont work unless you are loggen into twitter!
please let me know if you like this. also again english is not my first language so if there any spelling mistakes im sorry in advance 🤍
every kingdon shipper better start emmy campaigning for shawn hatosy who gave us the white knight episode and one of the episodes with the most kingdon content
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need him to win the directing award so he can direct even more langdon mel scenes because ep 9 was amazing. the way they stared into each other's eyes and langdon wouldn't look away till mel turned around was so good
Warnings: heavy angst, MDNI!!! Domestic violence, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of injuries, internal bleeding, blood. Please read with care. It explores the reality of being blind to violence out of fear and survival.
Summary: Working the night shift at The Pitt is hard enough without carrying the weight of a violent secret. Jack Abbot has been watching his best resident slowly fade for months until a desperate attempt to leave her abuser turns into a fight for her life.
Part two: take me home
A/N correct me if I wrote something wrong on the medical part 🫡
Jack was leaning against the central nursing station when he saw you. You were at the far end of the corridor, tucked into the shadow of a supply cart, thinking you were out of sight.
You weren't.
Jack watched as you pressed the phone to your ear, your knuckles white as bone. Even from twenty feet away, he could see the slight tremor in your shoulders. Your voice didn't carry but the frantic pacing did. It was the movement of someone trying to find a solution that wasn't there.
"Again?"
Jack didn't turn his head. He knew Lena’s voice without looking. The head nurse stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the same spot.
"Third time this shift," Jack muttered, his thumb tracing the rim of his jaw. "She’s been on that call for ten minutes. If the paramedics roll in with a code right now, she’s not going to be in the headspace to lead it."
"It’s not just the phone calls, Jack," Lena said softly, her voice heavy with sadness. "Look at her wrists."
Jack straightened up. He’d noticed the long sleeves you wore, the way you winced when you reached a high shelf and the heavy layer of make up that didn't quite hide the yellowish purple smudge blooming along your jawline.
He waited until you hung up, until you leaned your forehead against the cold metal of the supply cart and took a shallow breath. When you finally stepped back, rubbing your eyes until they were bloodshot and glassy, he intercepted you.
"Abbot," you croaked, your voice thin and brittle. You didn't look at him. You looked at his chest, at his ID badge, anywhere but his eyes. "Sorry. I was just checking on... a personal matter."
"A personal matter that has you screaming and unfocused at 3 a.m," Jack’s tone wasn't kind. "You’re late on your rounds. You missed the handoff on the MVA in Bed 4."
"I’m sorry. It won't happen again."
"It’s already happened again," Jack countered. He stepped closer, dropping his voice. "You’re a resident at one of the busiest trauma centers in the city. You can't afford to be compromised. You’re shaking and trailing three steps behind the rhythm of this floor."
You finally looked up and the raw exhaustion in your gaze made him flinch internally. "I'm just tired, Dr. Abbot. The night shifts are catching up to me."
"Don't lie to me," he said, the words landing like lead. "I see the bruises. I see the way you jump every time your phone vibrates on the counter. This isn't tired."
You stepped back, your posture suddenly defensive, arms crossing over your chest to hide the very signs he’d pointed out. "You don't know what you're talking about. You’re my attending, Jack. Not my therapist. If my work is subpar, write me up. Otherwise, leave it alone."
Jack watched you walk away. He saw Shen emerge from a patient room, catching your eye for a split second. Shen didn't say anything, but the look of pity he shot toward you was enough to confirm that everyone knew.
Everyone saw the cracks.
Jack stayed at the station. He wanted to reach out, to pull you into an office and demand the truth, to offer a way out. But as he watched you disappear into the shadows of the hallway, he realized the most agonizing part of the ER: you couldn't treat a patient who refused to admit they were bleeding.
He picked up the phone to page the next intake, his heart hardening while realizing he was watching his best resident slowly vanish, one night shift at a time.
_
Jack was just arriving at ER when he heard the slammed car door.
It wasn’t the sound of someone arriving; it was the sound of an exclamation point. Jack saw you. You were backing away, your hands up in a defensive posture, your scrubs already darkening with rain. Following you was a man whose voice cut through the sound of the rain, low with a terrifying rage.
"I told you to leave it alone!" you cried out, your voice cracking. "I’m late, I have to go—"
"You don't go anywhere until I'm finished," the man snarled.
Jack stopped ten feet away, his hand tightening around his bag. He saw the moment the man lunged. It wasn't a punch; it was a swift grab. He seized your upper arm, his fingers digging into the soft tissue with enough force to jerk your entire body toward him. You let out a choked gasp of pain, your heels skidding on the wet asphalt.
"Let go," you whispered, your eyes darting toward the ER entrance in a panic. "Please, someone will see."
"Let them look, you're being a bitch," he hissed, pulling you closer until your faces were inches apart.
"That's enough."
Jack’s voice wasn't loud but it was precise. He stepped out of the shadows, he didn't look at you, he kept his eyes locked on the man’s hand, still clamped around your arm.
The boyfriend looked up, eyes narrowing. "Back off, pal. This is private."
"It stopped being private the second you touched her on hospital property," Jack said, stepping into the man's personal space. "Let her go. Now."
"Jack, please," you stammered, your face pale and glistening with rain. "It’s fine, we’re just—"
"It isn't fine," Jack snapped, his eyes finally flickering to yours for a fraction of a second. "I’m Dr. Jack Abbot. I run this ER. And if you don't take your hand off my resident in the next three seconds, I’m calling hospital security. They’re already standing thirty feet behind those glass doors. Want to find out how fast they move?"
The man’s jaw worked, his eyes darting to the security desk visible through the lobby windows. He loosened his grip, giving your arm a final sharp shove before stepping back.
"She's all yours, Doc," the man spat. He pointed a finger at you, a silent promise of a conversation to be finished later, before climbing back into the car and peeling away.
The silence that followed was heavy. You stood there, your head bowed, your breath coming in ragged hitches. You reached up to rub your arm, your fingers hovering over where his grip had been.
Jack didn't offer a hand. He didn't offer a hug. He knew you’d break if he did.
"Get inside," he said, his voice low and tight. "Go to the breakroom. Take all the time you need before starting your shift."
"Jack, I—"
"Not here," he cut you off, his heart hammering against his ribs in a mix of fury and fear. He looked at the red marks already blooming on your skin, matching the older, fading bruises he'd spotted weeks ago. "We have a shift to run. But don't think for one second that we’re going back to pretending I don't see this."
He walked past you toward the sliding doors, leaving you standing in the rain, the cold reality of the night finally stripped of all its excuses.
_
The sun was beginning to bleed over the Pittsburgh skyline as the night shift finally drew to a close. The high adrenaline had faded, replaced by a heavy ache of exhaustion.
Jack stood by the lockers, his jacket already on, watching you. You were moving with a frantic energy, you were vibrating with the need to disappear before he could corner you.
"Day shift is here," Jack said, his voice echoing in the nearly empty hallway. "Go home."
You flinched but didn't turn around. "I just need to finish the notes on the cardiac arrest in Bed 2. I don't want to leave Robby with a mess."
"He already took the handoff. He told you to go home ten minutes ago." Jack walked over, stopping just far enough away that you wouldn't feel crowded. "And we need to talk about what happened."
You finally turned, and for a second, Jack was struck by the mask you had donned. It was a perfect, practiced smile, the kind used for difficult patients. "Oh, Abbot, honestly. It was just a silly argument. Tensions were high because I was running late. You know how it is."
"I know what a violent grip looks like," Jack said. "I saw his face. I saw yours. That wasn't a silly argument, and those marks on your arm aren't from a misunderstanding."
"He's just... he’s under a lot of pressure lately," you said quickly, the words tumbling out as if you had rehearsed them in your head a thousand times. "His job is stressful, and I’ve been pulling so many doubles here... he just misses me. He gets frustrated. It’s actually kind of sweet, if you think about it. He just wants me home."
Jack felt a cold chill run down his spine. Hearing you rationalize the bruises made his stomach churn. "Sweet? He shoved you in the rain, in front of your place of work. That’s not love. That’s some abusive bullshit."
"You’re overreacting," you laughed. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture that inadvertently revealed the darkening thumbprint on your jaw. "You see the worst of humanity every day in here, Jack. You’ve lost your perspective. We’re fine. We’re going to talk it out today, have a nice breakfast, and it’ll be like it never happened."
"But it did happen. And it’s going to happen again." Jack stepped closer, his eyes searching yours, pleading for a flicker of the logical resident he knew was in there. "Look at me. You’re a doctor. If a woman came into this ER with those same marks and told you that story, what would you tell her?"
You went rigid.
"I’d tell her to mind her own business," you snapped, your voice trembling. "I’m not a patient, Jack. I’m your resident."
You grabbed your bag and shouldered past him, your stride quick and desperate.
"I can't help you if you won't let me," Jack called after you.
You didn't stop. You didn't look back. You just pushed through the doors, heading straight toward the exit.
Jack watched you walk away, a silent witness to a tragedy he couldn't stop, feeling the crushing weight of the thing medical school prepared him for: the patients you can’t save because they don’t want to be found.
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The silence of the ER was shattered by the frantic sound of shoes against the floor.
Jack was just clipping his pager to his belt when he heard the collective gasp from the triage desk. He turned and his world stopped.
You were stumbling through the sliding doors, one hand pressed uselessly against your ribs. Your blue scrubs were no blue; it was dark red. One eye was swollen shut, a deep gash splitting the eyebrow, and your lip was torn so badly you couldn't even call out for help.
"Help—" The word died in a wet wheeze as blood came out your mouth.
"Need a doctor here!" Dr. Langdon’s voice cutted through the shock of the room.
Jack dropped his coffee. He didn't remember running, but suddenly he was there, catching you just as your knees buckled. The weight of you was terrifying: limp, cold and smelling of iron.
"I’ve got you, I’ve got you," Jack muttered, his hands shaking as he tried to find a pulse in your neck. His brain was screaming Trauma. Grade 3 hemorrhage. Probable flail chest. But his heart was just screaming your name.
"J-Jack, he.. he" you whispered through a mouthful of blood. Your one open eye, glassy and unfocused, searched his. "I... I tried-"
"Don't talk." Jack commanded, his voice breaking. He looked up, his expression was primal fury. "Let's get her to Trauma 1! Now! Dana, I need two units of O-neg!"
As the team lifted you onto the trauma bed, a suffocating silence fell over the staff.
They weren't just treating a patient; they were treating one of their own.
"Get those scrubs off her! Carefully!" Jack roared, his voice cracking like a whip.
Dana’s shears moved with practiced speed, the blades gliding through the fabric you’d worn just yesterday. As the blue material fell away, the room seemed to go cold. There wasn't an inch of skin that wasn't mottled in shades of plum and yellow. Defensive wounds lined your forearm, fingernail gouges and deep bruises where he’d pinned you down.
"Pressure! I need pressure on the abdominal bleed!" Jack commanded, his gloved hands pressing firmly against your midsection. He felt the sickening pulse of arterial spray against his palms. "She’s tachycardic. Heart rate 140 and climbing. BP is 70 over 40. We’re losing the window."
"Jack, I can't get a line," a nurse called out, her voice rising in panic. "Her veins are collapsed."
"Go intraosseous!" Jack didn't look up. He couldn't. If he looked at your face, at the blood bubbling at the corner of your mouth, he would lose his mind. He had to stay in the anatomy. He had to see you as a series of leaks to be plugged, not the woman who liked her bagels burnt or the resident who always forgot her stethoscope on the charging station. "Drill the tibia! Now!"
The whine of the IO drill filled the room, a mechanical scream that felt like it was drilling directly into Jack's skull.
"I’m in!"
"Start the MTP," Jack ordered. "Give her the first cooler. Stay ahead of the coagulopathy."
Suddenly, your body buckled. A wet cough forced a spray of bright red blood onto Jack’s face shield. The monitor let out a long, continuous, high-pitched wail.
"She's flatlining! V-fib!"
"Start compressions!" Jack screamed.
Langdon stepped up and began the rhythmic task of pumping your heart for you. Every time his hands came down on your chest, the sound of your fractured ribs grating together echoed in the small room.
"Charge to 200," Jack commanded, grabbing the paddles. His hands were slick with your blood, making the handles hard to grip. "Clear!"
Your body jolted under the current.
"Nothing. Still in V-fib. Again! Clear!"
Jack watched your head loll to the side with the force of the shock. He saw the earring you were wearing—a small, silver stud he'd gift you last christmas.
*Don’t you dare,* he thought, his jaw aching from how hard he was clenching it. *Don't you dare leave me here.*
"Come on, sweetheart," he whispered, the word lost under the noise of the suction and the barking orders. "Come back to us."
On the third shock, a jagged rhythm appeared on the monitor. It was weak but it was a rhythm.
"We have ROSC," Frank breathed, wiping sweat from his brow with a bloodied sleeve. "She’s not stable. Abbot, look at the ultrasound."
Jack looked at the screen. Your abdomen was filling with fluid, internal bleeding that no amount of pressure could stop.
"She needs an OR. Make the call," Jack said. He leaned over you, his face inches from yours, his voice a low, fierce growl that bypassed the professional and went straight to the personal. "You listen to me. We are taking you up. You stay away from the light. Do you hear me? Do not dare to leave us."
Jack didn't let go of the bedrail. He ran alongside you.
The elevator doors slid shut as the last thing the staff in the ER saw was Dr. Abbot’s back, standing over your broken form, terrified that if he blinked, the darkness you’d been living in would finally claim you.
I can’t stress enough how obsessed I am his BEEFY ARMS and the FARMERS TAN and those NECK WRINKLES and the FRECKLES omg what if I just took a chomp of those BICEPS then what
You want to control me. You want all the power to yourself. You do. You always do. Look at me, Grace. Grace, look at me! I want you to see this, Grace. I want you to see this! Grace! I want you to see who I am. I want you to see that I am not a man who can be controlled. You mentioned the rules. There's nothing in the rules about killing a family member.
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