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Jack Abbott/ pope Cody
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╭・🎀𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ STARR- 20s. | Hopeless romantic| cancer ♋︎| last update: 2023
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Dad Rafe .
Jack Abbott/ pope Cody
dbf!jack abbot who loves being around you
your dad's gone for the weekend and you're lazing around on your humongous couch engrossed in the phone call you were having when in walks dr. abbot, or your "jack rabbit."
his eyes look soft and gentle, but excessively tired. his posture is slightly hunched but softens once he hears your laughter from the couch and he's scratching his stubble while unlocking the front door and setting down his bag and you pay him no mind at first, just waving and blowing him a kiss before continuing the conversation with your friend, complaining about whatever corny reality tv show everyone was obsessing over.
he takes the phantom kiss with a tired chuckled and puts it in his pocket before turning to the kitchen
you quickly sit up off the couch and see where he's rested on the kitchen island, waiting for the espresso machine to pour out his liquid gold.
you open the fridge and take out a fruit salad you had made earlier, rummaging through the cupboards for a fork with one hand while the other balances your plate and your phone
you are making so much fucking noise and in your peripheral is a staring jack abbot
his eyes are so soft and he seems to be so content with all the noise you're making, just staring at you in complete awe, happy and basking in your uninterrupted presence. your giggles and over exaggerated reenactments of 'love island' is like honey being poured into his ears.
he sees you turning to go back to the sofa and wordlessly waves you over to sit with him
you comply, of course, quickly bidding your friend bye before scurrying over to the doctor
he grabs your plate and fork and pats his thigh, inviting you to sit on him
your eyebrows knit together before you speak "im too heavy for that, jack rabbit"
he audibly laughs at this "sweetie i can deadlift you in my sleep," he nods his head over to the coffee machine "go get my coffee and then come sit on my lap, it's not up for discussion"
you playfully roll your eyes before walking away, but not before he smacks your ass as you walk by him
you just glare at him before getting his mug and walking back, situating yourself on his surprisingly comfortable thigh
he smells like mint gum, muted cedar notes from the cologne he put on hours ago, and latex
you both just stay like that while you eat your fruit and he sips on his coffee, quietly enjoying eachothers presence so early in the morning.
jack could probably die in this exact moment and he'd die a happy man
one hand sipping an amazing peruvian treasure while the other one holds your plush thighs steady, you mindlessly feeding him fruit while scrolling on your phone and taking breaks by pecking on his cheek
he prayed your dad gets swamped on this business trip because selfishly, jack never wants to stop playing house with you.
it's the simple things that drive me crazy.
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an even wetter dream
ana’s notes: I know I took a long time to write it but it's finally here, the people have asked and I shall deliver. I tried my very best to keep it as neutral as possible but it is also my first time writing smut, so I apologise in advance for any inconveniences I might’ve made. Anyways, READ THE WARNINGS & i hope you enjoy! love yall, xx
Summary: In which you and Jack finally get your shit together.
CW: +18, MDNI, flirting, some banter, definitely some sort of medical innacuracy, no use of yn, no descriptions of reader physically, power imbalance (jack is an attending, reader is a med student), age gap, kissing, nudity, smut, reader has a vagina and boobs, laughing during sex, kinda softdom!jack, big dick!jack, overuse of italics, words like 'cunt' and 'pussy' were used, safe sex.
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afab!reader | read part one here | dividers by: @anitalenia
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As you told Jack, you come back for your shift.
After revealing to him that you’ve had more than one dream about him, you’re not sure what to expect.
So you do what you do best: Your job.
You clock in and get roped into a trauma case.
“We need you in trauma 1” Lena, the night's chief nurse, says
“On it!” You’re quick on your feet and head to the room, you step in and put on the gloves
“What do we got?”
Jack is already there.
“Bad motorcycle crash, leg laceration, pupils are reactive, and he is responsive to pain.”
You check the vitals on the monitor
“He’s tachy, and the pressure is too high.” You put your hands on his abdomen, examining for any sort of stiffness. “Get me a portable-“
Before you finish, the ultrasound is already in your hands.
“Thanks, Dr. Abbot."
You do the exam perfectly, might one add
“I see free fluid, definitely internal bleeding, but I can’t see from where. Page OR stat and get him out of here, now!” You say, unaware of how Jack saw this moment happen and how he feels proud of your quick response. He snaps back to reality.
“Y’all heard her. Dr., will you step out for a second?”
“I- sure.” You discard your gloves as you step out after your attending, “Did I do something, Dr. Abbot?”
“Well, yes. What you did in there was great, you’re right on track, you were quick to realise the bleeding. That’s an excellent doctor in the making.”
“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”
“But…you still haven’t given me the details of that little number you pulled on me this morning.”
“I- What?”
“ Oh, you know. I told you my secret, you gotta tell me yours.”
Ha, he wishes
“Ha, you wish. I ain’t saying nothing.” You tell him
“Oh, c’mon. Let a boy dream, tell me.” He pries
“First off, you’re a man. Second to that, I ain’t saying shit.”
You turn on your feet and Jack says
“What, scared you might like it?”
You flip him off and walk away to the central station.
He smirks. Dana, who was clocking out after just handing over to Lena, sees it.
“When are you gonna act on it and ask her out?” She asks
Jack turns
“Never, I'm too old for her.”
“Well, clearly not. She’s into ya.”
He shrugs and Dana laughs before grabbing her stuff
“Don’t let your fears stop you, Jack. I mean it.”
—
As a doctor in the PTMC, you can never catch a break.
You’ve been on multiple cases tonight, there was a boy with appendicitis on north 5, a woman with chest pain on central 9 and a man that was extremely intoxicated on south 20 receiving liquids from his IV.
You were tired, so, during a lull, you head to the break room in hopes of eating and drinking some coffee.
And when you do, Jack finds his way to come ask you about the dream.
He opens the door, sits besides you and says
“Rough night?”
You chuckle
“We’ve had worse.” He nods, it’s true, you guys have had worse nights.
But none of them in which both of you had admitted to having fucking sex dreams about each other.
He told you his.
He wants to know yours. You know he wants to.
“Alright. What’d ya want, Abbot?” You ask, unwrapping the sandwich you brought from home
“Me? Nothing.”
“Uhuh, sure. And I’m Batman.” You bite into the soft bread
He laughs at that.
“What makes you think I want something?”
You stop for a second, swallows
“Lucky guess.”
“Hm.”
There’s a pause between you two.
“Was it true?” He asks
“What was?” You retort, right before biting your sandwich again
“Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart.”
You roll your eyes.
“I won’t make you tell me the details, I won’t force you to do anything, actually. But, like you said today, if I was part of it, I wanna know how.”
He says it all so calmly, and that voice…
You sigh.
“Fine. It was true.” You admit solemnly
He nods slowly, not prodding any more. This time, he waits for you to speak.
“It wasn’t anything much. Just…”
“Sex stuff.”
You laugh, “Yeah, that.”
“Was I any good in it?”
“Okay, now we’re just replaying the conversation we had this morning.”
He chuckles, you smile.
“You were fine.” You tell him
“Fine? That’s an insult.” He says, smiling a little.
You don’t say anything else and you can see him nodding from your peripheral, perhaps accepting that his dream persona wasn't that much of a good performer.
In that moment, you can tell he’s thinking of saying something.
And right then, the door opens.
“Dr. Abbot, we need you in south 22, stat.” A nurse says
Jack looks back at you and then to the nurse before standing up
“Duty calls. But this talk isn’t over.”
He goes out of the room, you stay.
And you watch him. Like you always often do.
—
Shift is over sooner than later, you kept track of your stuff and didn’t need to stay overtime.
You’re out on the emergency bay when he finds you.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“I told you we weren’t done talking.” He tells you, stepping closer
“I never doubted that, Jack.”
You look at him
“You were gonna say something back there in the break room, weren’t you?”
“Maybe I was.”
“What was it?”
He takes a deep breath.
“Look, I know that all…this is highly inappropriate. I’m your attending, I’m not supposed to feel like this, much less have dreams about you. I’m much older than you and- This is wrong. To want to know, to want-“
“Oh, for God’s sake, Jack. I don’t care.”
You step into his space and kiss him, right there on the ambulance bay
You can feel him trying not to touch you, how he keeps his hands behind his back, trying to not be too much.
“I- Sorry. I shouldn't havem you're right and-"
“Don’t be. It’s fine.” He gently interrupts your spiral
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He steps closer.
“Yeah” he murmurs against your lips before holding your face and crashing them back onto yours.
“Maybe I can show you what-“ kiss “my dream was”. He tells you.
“Hm, yeah? I thought you only wanted to know mine..”
“Or that.” You smile when he says that.
It's funny how you two were extremely worried before and, all of a sudden, lust rises up to your heads and judgement gets clouded.
Humans, right?
You can regret this in the morning. But right now? You follow Jack to his car, quick on your feet before anything changes, and you wait patiently as he drives until parking in front of his place.
You both get out, head into the elevator - not touching just yet.
He opens his flat's door and it's like whatever restraint there was is immediately gone.
His mouth is on yours quick, deep, and you melt into it like you've never been kissed before.
"You have no idea how long I waited for this." He says, roughly.
“Jack…”
“Shh. I'm gonna take such good care of you, baby.”
He starts kissing your jaw, then your neck, you can feel your eyes closing against your will and your mouth parting. You hold onto him as he guides you slowly to his bedroom.
You feel the back of your legs hit the edge of his bed, you fall backwards and bring him down with you. Jack’s eyes are dark, full of lust, as he kisses your jaw and your neck, then, he finally lets his hands slide up under your scrub top.
Your mouth falls open when he reaches what he was looking for: your breasts.
He holds onto them, squeezing just right to make you moan into his mouth.
“Ya like that?” He does it again. You moan, again.
“Wanna see 'em, take your top off.”
That wasn’t an ask. That was a command.
A command that you (happily) follow, bringing your scrub top up and away from your upper body, leaving you in only your bra.
He smirks and he wastes no time before diving in to kiss your chest.
“So pretty, just like an angel.”
You smile softly, he brings his kisses up to your mouth and, in between them, his shirt gets lost, then your pants.
“Spread ‘em.” He taps your leg.
You do so, propping them up. He brings his kisses down from your breats to your ribs, then your navel. He kisses over your thighs before moving to their insides.
Each kiss makes you go crazy, holding his hair as he kisses over your underwear.
“Jack, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please, just- Will you go down on me?”
He looks at you, a serious expression on his face
“What makes you think I wouldn’t?” He asks, genuinely
“I- Well, it’s just…most men don’t.”
“I’m not most men. Lift your hips.”
He brings your underwear down in a single motion before going in, he doesn’t tease you first, he’s determined to show you that he isn’t like those other pieces of crap out there.
Your hand goes straight to his hair, holding onto the salt and pepper curls as your back arches into the air.
“Oh, fuck.”
He's good. He's really good. Jack loves this, he looks up at you to see your reaction and hums into your cunt.
He makes out with it so well that all you can possibly do is moan and gasp.
You can feel the moment he slips his hand closer, you look down at him and he slows down just to ask
“Can I? I might need to stretch you a little bit.”
You nod, dumbly
“Nuh-uh, say it.”
“Jack-“
He stops altogether
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Good. So good for me, my angel.”
Jack presses his ring finger on your entrance, pushing in slowly. You suck in a breath before he begins moving in and out of you.
He presses another finger that immediately slides in, he curls them once, finding a spot that makes your jaw go slack and see stars.
“Oh fu- Jack!”
“Oh, I know, baby, I know.”
He keeps doing that, driving you almost to the brink.
“I can’t- I want you.” You gasp out
He stops moving, getting the memo.
“You want me inside you?”
You nod.
“Verbal consent, baby. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to fuck me.” You say, looking deep into his eyes
He lets out a deep breath
“You’re so fuckin' pretty when you look at me like that, hm. When you ask for things like that.”
That makes you smirk and bite your lip. You watch as Jack undoes his belt, you hear the soft swish of clothing falling off.
“Can you get me a condom? It's in the bedside table.”
“Sure.”
You reach out to get it, opening the drawer and reading the label "Extra Large"
“Extra large? Aren’t you being a little preten-“
You stop the sentence right there when you look at him.
All of him.
Jack, smugly, looks at you as he reaches for the condom you were holding
“You were saying?”
Bastard.
“Now I’m concerned it won’t…fit.”
He chuckles
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll make it fit.”
He wraps a hand around your ankle and yanks you closer to him. He spreads your legs and says
“Be good.”
He opens and slides the condom on, you keep looking at him, it’s all hot. Too hot, even, is that possible?
“I’m gonna slide in, honey. Breathe deep.”
You do as he asks, he goes in slowly and stops to check on you.
“You’re doing good, so- fuck- so good, baby.”
“Shit, Jack.”
He stills.
“Hurts?”
“No- No, don’t stop. Fuck me, don’t stop.”
He goes in to the hilt, letting you get used to it.
“Told you it’d fit.”
You laugh
“Yes, you did.” You smile softly
He brings himself closer, his mouth on top yours – not kissing yet
“You gotta stop doubting me, honey.” He kisses you, deep, hard, you open your mouth to give him passage.
You smile into the kiss
“Move.”
“You’re asking?” He said
You shake your head and affirm
“Telling.”
And who’s Jack to not obey?
He moves, sliding almost all the way out before slamming himself deep into your cervix.
He starts slowly, he lets it build.
The pressure, the tension.
He keeps staring at you for signs of hurting or bothering, when he finds none, he goes in harder.
Your eyes roll back, his cock gets wetter – that means he’s doing something right, his confidence builds and he showers you in praise.
He kisses your neck, holding your hips, groaning into your ear
“Fuck, angel, so tight- perfect little thing.”
You can tell he’s getting tired and his prosthetic is probably hurting by now. So you tell him
“Switch with me.”
“What?”
“Let me get on top of you. And take the prosthetic off, I can tell it’s bothering.”
He complies, following exactly your orders.
You don’t waste time before sitting on his lap and sliding him back in.
You start moving, bouncing.
Breaths get erratic, moans get louder
“Oh, shit- shit! Right there, Jack.”
He kisses your sternum and groans
“Come for me, come on, gimme it.”
The moment he finishes that sentence, your vision whites out as you fall over the edge.
Your legs shake, your head falls onto his shoulder and you squeeze him so tight Jack has no other options but to follow your lead.
When you both come down from it, you two stare at each other.
“Hi.” He says
“Hey.”
You wait a little before sliding out of him and lying down on the bed.
Jack takes off the condom and throws it on the bin close to the bed. He reaches for his underwear that was on the ground, you do the same with yours.
“You should go pee, don’t want you to get an UTI.”
“I’m a doctor, I know.”
“Then go. But come back.” He adds the last part a little later.
You smile and lean down to peck his lips, you murmur
“I will come back.”
And you do, to find him lying in bed, back resting on the headboard. Clearly waiting for you.
You crawl to him.
He smiles softly and you lie your head on his chest.
“How do you feel? Was it good?”
“It was great. Thank you.”
“You don’t gotta thank me, babe.”
You smile and look at him. Silence falling between you two.
“All that and you still didn’t tell me about your dream” He teases
“Oh, fuck off!”
new dad!Jack Abbot doing skin to skin with your newborn baby <3
It's quiet in the hospital room. Jack's been sitting by the window for a long time now, watching the snow fall and looking over to check on your sleeping form ever so often.
The last 24 hours have been a lot on you. You're sleeping, getting well-needed rest, your little puffs of air the only sound in the room. This and the little coos coming from the bundle in Jack's arms.
Jack smiles down at yours and his baby, his heart hurting with overflowing unconditional love for the little worm resting easy against him. His hand is so large against baby's head, it baffles him how something so loved can be so small.
It's a good thing he runs warm in general because the little worm seems to be very comfortable like this, snuggled against his naked chest and soaking all that loving attention up like a sponge. Baby coos once more and Jack hums, his knuckles brushing over the soft peachy cheek that isn't resting over his heart.
"Let's give mommy some more rest, okay, sweety? Cuddling with daddy is nice, isn't it? No need to make a fuzz, hm?"
Baby blinks at him, thinking about it for minute before seemingly agreeing and snuggling back into the warmth Jack provides.
God, his heart is so full.
His beautiful strong supergirl is finally sleeping and her and his baby is with him, all cozy.
Jack leans back and closes his eyes, letting the bliss wash over him. Baby's hair is whispy soft against his hand and your lips part peacefully in your sleep...
His heart is so, so full.
Husband! Jack Abbot Headcannons
Main Masterlist & The Pitt Masterlist
Husband! Jack Abbot who often has a full conversation with you across The Pitt with looks alone- a raised eyebrow, subtle nods and the softening of his eyes.
Husband! Jack Abbot who still flirts with you even after years of being together. The Pittlings groan with second hand embarrassment every time they tease each other in the hallway or steal kisses in the supply closet.
Husband! Jack Abbot who is always so patient with you, never rushing you when you’re overwhelmed or angry or scared. He gives you space without ever straying too far.
Husband! Jack Abbot who loves your laugh more than anything, he will do just about anything to pull a chuckle from your lips. Teasing and tickling her sides or whispering something crude in her ear.
Husband! Jack Abbot who kisses the wedding rings on the chain around your neck every time you leave the house.
Husband! Jack Abbot who is fully obsessed with his wife, like he can’t believe how lucky he is. Whether it’s how you perform a thoracostomy in a trauma bay, or being asleep on his chest, he can’t believe how beautiful you are.
Husband! Jack Abbot who will play your wedding song with the intention of making you slow dance with him in the kitchen.
Husband! Jack Abbot who is the king of forehead kisses, it’s his way of saying I love you without actually having to say it.
Husband! Jack Abbot who when possible always needs to touch you, a hand on your waist, shoulder, thigh, hips or back. The rough pads of his fingers always rubbing gentle circles into your skin.
Husband! Jack Abbot who spoils you endlessly, you point out a luxury bag whilst window shopping and a few days later it shows up in your closet, the same goes for jewellery and clothes. Jack even went as far as buying you your dream car for your birthday.
the damn readers oh my god
honestly, reader cheating on robby bc she work nights with him and robby is always shrugging of her attempts to FUCK and jacks just being a good friend by taking care of her every night >_<
this was supposed to be small. i had a lot of fun with this i got reeeally carried away. multiple positions, kinda referenced his quinn audio?? sue me. downtalking Robby, cheating obviously, Jack finished in you. fuck that Robby guy tho he can’t fuck you like Jack does
venting to him one day about it between patients on like your break, “he just..i dunno he won’t touch me anymore, i think it’s because of what’s happening up in that head but he won’t talk about it with me either..” you’re all pouty, Jack can’t help himself. “i’ll talk to him slugger, you wanna catch a bite with me after work?”
a bite turns hanging out at home after work, which isn’t anything crazy, because you’re all friends. known each other for years. and Jack isn’t a pushy guy, but you notice the way he rubs up your knee, or how he looks at you when you change into comfy clothes.
“is robby still..dodgy?” Jack asks, rubbing at your leg that’s slung over his thigh. your smile fades and you sigh. “yeah. i mean..i just don’t know how to talk to that guy anymore. he feels so far all the time.” “and you’ve been initiating, right? like we talked about?” “yes! i wear fucking sexy, expensive lingerie, i-i touch on him, rub him. nothing.”
GUYS HE LOOKS SO GOOD
i think my favorite thing about trinity santos is how genuinely corny she is. i love how she unironically changes whitaker’s nickname from huckleberry to fuckleberry when she’s upset. i love the exaggerated hand gestures and the way she bows as she makes her dramatic exit saying, “so long, fellow losers”. she is so undeniably cringe that i can’t help but love her
#unc is a hunk
sammy bryant doesn't do casual. he spotted you, and decided 'that's my wife.' he’s been on you like a dog every since.