Currently paying for it Jack Abbot Style Lewis Pullman Lover Shawn Hatosy Enthusiast Pope Cody Defender 24 (She/Her) 18+ (MDNI) Stay away from the Four P’s Police, Physicians, Priests, and (P)firemen
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sometimes i think some of you are allergic to the men of color in the show. you will go to such lengths to avoid including characters like john and crus and mateo in your art and fics despite the fact that they are recurrent characters with good personalities who are also undeniably attractive like ???
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Did I miss something in Animal Kingdom? Cath mentions rent being late on the building and Baz says, “Wouldn’t be a problem if we lived in Smurf’s buildings.”
Didn’t Smurf give him that house in like Season 6? Was this a continuity error?
Robby and Flynn being close as kids but losing touch as they got older and Robby got serious abiyt being a doctor while Flynn was too afraid to leave school
God I really wanna write a fic where Abbot is put in the same shoes Robby was where he worked the day Adamson died so like for Abbot it’s just a traumatic day for him.
(TW: Angst and mention of miscarriage.)
But like he won’t take the day off cause he’s in therapy. It’s fine. He’s fine. Everything is fine.
And you? The reader. You’re like an ex flame to him and you already know it’s gonna be tough day working with him because you know Abbot. You know how he gets.
And so the entire night the two of you are just trying to ignore the other, but according to him, you are constantly undermining him the entire day.
Oh that new resident wanted to run a different set of labs to try something new? Well they ran it by you and Henderson it’s fine.
So what if you told the younger residents they could come to you? You were just trying to help Abbot. Right?
So then he corners you in the hallway and gets on you for going above him for all of this stuff and you confront him right back saying that he is being too hard on everyone. He needs to learn to keep himself in check.
He storms off because he doesn’t appreciate being called out like that.
Then you two work together on a case (forced proximity)
A case that hits a little too close for the two of you. Maybe one about a mother coming in because she had a miscarriage.
When he can’t find you later that evening, he finds you in the hallway. You aren’t able to be in the Pitt, not for now at least. Because in your mind, you keep replaying every little thing that happened between the two of you.
You would beg him to leave you alone, but like moth to a flame, he comes closer.
“It just hit a little too hard today.” You admitted, “I’m stronger than this.”
“It was out our control.” He would say, unsure whether to try to comfort you, “We don’t know why they happened.”
Maybe it turns into a little confrontation. Maybe Abbot needs to hear that he should’ve taken the day off.
“I was just trying to lessen your load.” You would argue, “To help you.”
“I don’t need help! I get help in therapy! I am FINE!” He would snap, “You’re the one who needs the help, have you seen anyone for your miscarriages? A fucking therapist for Christ sake!”
He went too far. He knows he did.
“I didn’t mean that.” He would beg, “Cmon you know I didn’t mean that.”
“I’ll stay in my lane Dr. Abbot. You stay in yours. Forgive me for trying to be there for a man I unfortunately still love.” You would warn, stepping out of the hallway.
That’s when Abbot would realize how badly he fucked up with you.
He wouldn’t start today, but he knew he’d have to make it up to you.
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There’s a theory that Carter was a “designer/doaner” baby for his brother. It’s about how he was a few years younger than him (so spaced out ages) that his brother was always sick very young, and his parents had Carter to try and help save their oldest, but it didn’t end up really helping at all (Carter wasn’t a match they needed) which is why he’s so distant from them, why he was so interested in being a doctor, why he kind of seems to be a black sheep of his family.
ohhhhhh that's a really good theory! would explain the emotional distance and why they're still so hung up on the loss. not that you should ever move on from the loss of a child and shrug it off! but the fact he said 'he's not coming back' to his father and his father ignored him and switched the tv back on speaks volumes. john being the baby born only to help the older brother makes so much sense and then the resentment borderline hidden under the surface bc he died and they're left with the child they never really wanted.
I NEEEEEEED a pope x f!reader about pope getting angry that he caught you smoking cigarettes. He thinks they’re filthy! And even though you know how to handle yourself, pope still needs to take care of you in all aspects! That includes making sure his baby doesn’t smoke!
Thank you ly!
(I absolutely love this idea! Thank you for suggesting it! I really hope you like this fic!)
These things kill (Andrew Pope Cody x Reader)
(Warnings: Cockwarming, MDNI 18+, smoking inaccuracy because I have never touched a cigarette, some angst with a good ending, p in v unprotected sex, slight degrading.)
It’s not like you were happy to keep secrets from Pope. Truthfully? You hated it. But you just wanted a release, something that could give you a high without being too dangerous. So you looked into options.
At first, you tried Ripple pens and you hated those. So then you moved to vape pens. They worked for a bit and they came in cool flavor options, but you still wanted more. Weed, of course, was out of the question.
Whenever Pope smoked weed, you always tried to get a little taste to see if you would like it. However, Pope was stern with you when it came to that kind of stuff. He didn’t want you to smell like weed, he wanted you to smell like you.
“Baby please, come on!” You would whine, pawing at him as he would climb out of bed for a smoke break, “Just one hit! It won’t make my clothes smell like weed, I promise!”
He would grab your hands, gently kissing your finger tips, “Smoking weed isn’t good for you baby. And if it ain’t good for baby girl, it goes nowhere near baby girl. Hence why I smoke outside.” He said, nipping at your fingers.
“But Popey baby!” You whined, throwing your head back, “I just- I want a high.”
“Baby girl, I just gave you a high.” He said, gently sucking on your fingers.
“Not the same.” You whined, huffing a bit, “Go smoke your weed.”
“Not if you are gonna cop an attitude with me.” He warned, putting your fingers in your lap, “Look at me.”
“No.” You stated, head still thrown back, “Go smoke, I don’t wanna talk to you.”
“You are being a brat.” He warned, “I am just trying to protect you baby girl.”
“Protect me?” You scoffed, “I am a big girl Pope! I should be able to do what I want.”
“You are and you can. I just don’t want you smoking.” He said, “Especially cigarettes.”
“What’s wrong with weed?” You whined, falling back onto the bed.
“The scent of weed on you and if you are getting high off of anything, it should be me.” Pope warned, “We are done with this conversation.”
You didn’t say a word to him as he opened the screen door, his little box with his pre rolled blunts in his hand.
He was right, you just didn’t agree with him. As you laid in his bed, still sore from your love making session, that’s when you devised a plan. You were going to go out while he was on a job and pick up a pack of Virginia slims from the gas station.
Pope’s voice reverberated against your neck as he spoke, his face buried into your neck. The two of you were in a big/little spoon position, his cock buried inside of you. He always liked to cock warm before his jobs, to him it felt more intimate.
Except today, instead of the feeling of intimacy, you felt the feeling of guilt.
Guilt that you were lying to your devoted boyfriend, who never let you go without. You were about to break a major rule he had set on stone for you and you knew the punishment could be severe. Andrew Pope Cody was all you lived in breathed and it’s not like you didn’t love it. You were just chasing a high he couldn’t quite give you.
You were only snapped out of it when you felt him nipping at your neck, “Hey, what’s wrong? You are never normally this quiet. Do you wanna stop?” He asked softly, gently rubbing your sides, “Say the word and we can stop if it’s too much.”
“Not too much Popey baby, just nervous about your job tomorrow.” You whispered, lying through your teeth.
God you hated lying, especially to your Pope. The same Pope who just stuffed two hundred dollars cash into your wallet so you could get your nails and toes done tomorrow with the little designs he liked. He even promised to take you shopping after the job tomorrow celebrate. The man spoiled you, and yet, this is how you repay him.
You felt his soft cock drag out of your wet pussy, causing you to shiver, “Baby? What’s wrong? Why’d you pull away?”
“I could ask you the same thing, you are pulling away from me. You are getting in your own head again and I hate that.” He explained softly, “C’mon princess, talk to me.”
“I just worry about you that’s all.” You whispered, bringing up his calloused hand from your waist, “These jobs always make me nervous.”
“But the reward pays out.” He said, “Getting to play build a bear with my girl? Spoil her? My perfect day.”
You giggle softly as he kissed your neck and held you closer, “Thank you for all that you do for me baby, I really am thankful.”
“Of course pretty girl, I have always got to spoil you. What else would I do with all my money?” He joked, lapping at a bite mark left on your neck from earlier, “Don’t worry about me baby girl, I will come back to you in one piece.”
When you woke up the next morning, his spot was empty next to you. You weren’t sure what time he left this morning, but you assumed it was early. The appointment you had scheduled for your nails wasn’t till 10, so you needed to go early to buy the cigarettes.
You did your morning routine, eat a small breakfast, get in the shower, do your skin and hair care routine post shower, and then put on a lulu lemon set that you knew Pope would love on you. Your little pastel pink Honda civic Type R sat in the drive way, waiting to be driven. Yet you still couldn’t get the knot out of your stomach that you were about to break a Pope rule. But the craving for a high was much stronger, so you went through with your mission.
After your nail appointment, you were back at home on your back porch. He had messaged that the job was taking longer that expected, but he was going to make it up to you when he got home. The lulu lemon set was back on the bed, waiting to be worn. You were dressed in shorts and an old band tshirt you had lying around.
You set the ash tray next to you on the table and started to light your first ever cigarette. Putting it between your lips, you inhaled. The burn felt oddly good, but your first inhale was too much and you started to cough, “Holy hell.” You stuttered out between coughs and decided to take another drag.
As you kept smoking, you lost track of time. You should’ve had a timer set or at least checking his Life360 to see where he was. But you didn’t because you were careless and maybe you just wanted to get caught. You didn’t hear his car pull in, but at least you heard the front door open while you were outside.
“Baby girl?” He called out from inside the house.
Fuck. Oh fuck. You did not have a lot of time to get rid of the evidence. You stubbed out the last of the cigarette and shoved the carton between the cushion of your seat. Heading back into your shared bedroom, you quickly stripped off your clothes and sprayed the heaviest scented perfume on you that you could. Pope soon entered the room to see you sitting on the bed in a tshirt of his you managed to find. He was holding a huge bouquet of pink roses and had a busted lip from the job.
“Hi baby girl.” He cooed, “Lemme see the nails.”
Good, he didn’t seem to notice your heart racing nor the fact that you were stiffer than a statue, “Hey Popey, how was the job?” You asked as he set the flowers down on the dresser.
“Took a couple hits, but nothing my baby girl and some ice can fix.” He cooed, toeing your legs open with his boot, “Gimme some loving pretty girl, can’t be getting all shy on me now can you?”
You let out a nervous giggle as he leaned down to kiss you. The peck you gave him felt stiff and awkward as he cupped your face. You felt his eyes on your face as you closed your eyes.
“Hey uh uh, I don’t wanna play. C’mon now.” He said, squeezing your jaw, “Proper kiss baby girl, I know you know how to give one.”
You gently kissed him and that’s when you felt him tense up.
He knew.
He fucking knew.
“Open your mouth.” He snapped against your lips, his hand gripping your jaw, “Open your fucking mouth right now. I ain’t fucking playing.”
You shook your head no, tears welling in your eyes, “I don’t gotta.”
“You reek of Virginia Slims. Open your fucking mouth or I’m opening it myself.” He snapped, moving his thumb and middle finger to the back of your jaw, “Final fucking warning.”
“No no no.” You whispered against his lips, “Don’t please don’t.”
That’s when he squeezed and manually moved your mouth open. He licked the inside of your mouth, making sure he got every crevice.
Meanwhile, you tried to fight him on it but it was no use.
He moved his hand away and moved away from you, a look of hurt and disgust on his face, “What have you done?”
“No baby, please I’m sorry!” You said, pawing at his shirt, “I-I wanted to try- I didn’t even like it that much!”
“Shower now.” He said, not even looking at you, “Go fucking shower.”
“Andy please.” You said, getting on your knees and squeezing his shirt between your fists, “Don’t be mad, I got curious, please!”
“I am not gonna repeats myself. Go shower NOW!” He snapped, pulling your hands off of him.
You crumpled to the floor, sobbing and overwhelmed by guilt. Even if you wanted to stand, you couldn’t. Your body felt heavy and to you? It was too heavy to move.
Without warning, he scooped his arms under your armpits and dragged you to the shower.
“M’m sorry baby- please please please forgive me.” You sobbed, sniffling as he dragged you to the bathroom.
He was silent as he kicked the door open with his heel, tugging you into the bathroom.
You hated when he was this quiet, because you couldn’t read him like you normally do, “Please Pope baby, you gotta forgive me.” You begged as he leaned you up against the shower.
“Stop. Just stop talking.” He snapped, turning on the water, “Please.” He begged, his voice going soft and rough.
This caused you to cry harder as he started to take off your shirt, then your bra and underwear.
“Where are the clothes you smoked in?” He asked, tears starting to run down his face, “I need to know. Now.”
“In a bag in the closet.” You whimpered out as he put you in the shower.
“Okay.” He said, deadpanned, leaving you in the shower to clean yourself off.
You watched him leave, your tears mixing with the water from the shower. The guilt in your stomach building by the minute.
He found your clothes immediately and took the bag outside and tossed it in the fire pit. It didn’t take long for him to find your cigarettes.
You didn’t know Pope was an ex smoker before he went to prison. He didn’t tell you a lot about his life before you met him. To him, he didn’t wanna burden you.
He shakily pulled out a Virginia slim from the carton and lit it.
God he was more disappointed in himself than you. What if he had just tried to explain it more? Was the pleasure he gave you not enough that you had to sneak out another high? Did he fail you?
As he tried to smoke a cigarette, he just couldn’t handle the burn and threw it into the fire pit. He watched the clothes burn and started to cry himself.
“I-I told her not to. Why didn’t she listen to me? She always listens! I-I’m never wrong!” He choked out, wiping his eyes.
Pope stalked back into the house, fists clenched and breathing ragged.
Meanwhile, you were still in the shower sobbing uncontrollably and weakly trying to scrub your skin clean. You heard the bathroom door open, causing you to look up.
“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m sorry I raised my voice.” He began, not even bothering to toe off his boots. You could tell he had been crying by his voice and the little waver as he spoke.
“You hate me, don’t you?” You sobbed, moving away as he crawled in with you.
“No no no, never hate.” He said, reaching for you. “I could never hate my girl. My one true love, I could never hate you.”
You went into his arms and got between his legs, “A-Andy baby, you’re fully clothed.” You whimpered, “You hate wet clothes on your body.”
“I don’t care.” He whispered, burying his face in your face, “I was so angry at you for something I failed at.”
“Y-You didn’t fail.” You whispered, “I just- you smoke weed and I-I wanted to smoke something. I was chasing a high. I won’t ever smoke again.” You promised, “Please don’t leave me, y-you can’t.”
“I won’t, ever.” He swore, hugging you tighter, “Smoking is bad for you. Terrible. And baby girl, you don’t need nasty habits. It’s nasty.” He whispered against your hair, “My girl doesn’t want nasty habits, does she? She likes to smell good, doesn’t she?”
“Y-Yea.” You stammered, “I-I do.”
“Good girl.” He whispered against your head, “I forgive you.”
“See, why would baby girl need to pick up smoking when she has this?” Pope cooed, his hips pressed to your sweet ass as he fucked himself into your womb.
After Pope had washed you clean of that nasty Virginia slim smell, he decided to recreate that high that you had been chasing.
You didn’t know how he did it, you were on orgasm, what number was it again? You lost count after he made you ride him, using you as his own personal sex doll. That was one of your favorite position because of how rough he got with you and how much better you could feel his fat cock inside of you.
“M’m feel good.” You sputtered out, drooling all over your pillow while his cock buried itself deep within you.
“You get all dumb when you get your brain fucked out, don’t you pretty girl? You like when your Popey fucks you like this.” He moaned out, his cock twitching inside of you, “Fuck baby, you wanna me to come right inside your pretty pink pussy? Wanna be full of my cum?”
You let out a little ‘mmpfh’ like it was a yes. Because right now, forming a sentence in that pretty little head of yours was hard.
“Did I fuck my girl so could she can’t think straight?” He cooed softly, moving a hand from your hip to your mouth, “Wanna suck on my fingers while I fuck that pretty pussy of mine?”
You nodded, but he lightly tapped your cheek.
“Words. Pretty girls get their pussies filled with cum when they use their words.” He cooed softly, “So what do we say?”
“Pretty please Popey.” You whimpered out, opening your mouth.
“Do you give your Popey permission to fuck you senseless?” He said then let out a rough chuckle, “Even though you are senseless?”
“Mhm, fuck me just the way you want baby.” You stuttered out and Pope took that full invitation.
He started to find his rhythm with you, his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust, “Oh f-fuck baby, so fucking warm and tight for me.”
You were a gargling moaning mess on his fingers, drooling all over his fingers.
“I’m gonna fill you up so fucking much, you’re gonna be fucking leaking. But you’re taking me so fucking well pretty good. Your pussy is all fucking mine!” He moaned out, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.
You felt your orgasm coming as heat pooled in your lower stomach. You tried to communicate you were about to, but you couldn’t. Not with your boyfriend’s fingers in your mouth.
“F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna- shit!” Pope moaned out, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his seed.
You soon joined him, your orgasm crashing through you, “Popey.” You whimpered against his fingers.
He pumped himself into you a bit more as his orgasm racked through his body, “D-Damn pretty girl, you did so well.” He cooed, laying his forehead on your back.
You were silent, just quietly sucking on his fingers as he removed himself from you.
“Too high to think straight in that pretty little head of yours?” He cooed softly, moving to gently pet your hair, “Want Pope to take care of you?”
You nod weakly as Pope gets up, moving himself off the bed.
“You made a mess baby girl.” He cooed, tutting softly as he stared at the wet spot on your sheets, “What do we do when we have messy sheets?”
“We clean them.” You whimpered against the pillow.
“Since someone broke my no smoking rule, do you think it’s fair if you clean them?” He asked and you nodded weakly.
“Only fair.” You whimpered, slowly getting up.
“But since you broke my rule with your mouth, you know how you’re gonna clean that stain up?” He cooed, “You are gonna use your mouth. Get to work pretty girl.”
He helped you up, positioning you in front of the wet stain on your sheets. With your tongue, you started to lap up the wet spot, tasting your own slick mixed with his precum. Meanwhile, he went to start the shower.
Soon, he came back and admired your work, “Did you learn your lesson?” He asked and you weakly nodded.
“Listen to Pope and don’t smoke. Smoking bad.” You whispered, “Did I do a good job?”
“You forgot one thing.” Pope said sternly, “What else pretty girl?”
“I’m sorry I disobeyed you.” You whispered, unable to look him in the eye.
“Try again.” Pope said, crossing his arms.
“Baby girl is sorry she disobeyed you.” You said, maintaining eye contact.
“So good for me.” He cooed, opening your mouth with his middle finger and thumb again, “I forgive you,” he said, spitting in your mouth.
You swallowed obediently and he scooped you up from the bed.
“I love you, you know that?” He cooed softly, “Always love you.”
“Mhm, I love you too.” You whispered softly as he carried you to the shower.
You may have broken one of Pope’s biggest rule, but at least you learned your lesson.
(When Abbot’s tattoo gets revealed on accident, a lot more gets revealed as people try to find out whose initials are next to the tattoo.)
Hidden in plain sight (Jack Abbot x Reader)
(Shout out to @showgirlshawn for helping me with this! )
(Warnings: Mention of sex MDNI 18+, hidden relationship.)
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"I hate being on opposite schedules." You said with a sigh, leaning against the hallway wall, "We never see each other."
"It's just till the end of the week, baby." Abbot whispered, cupping your face. "Then our schedule will be back to normal and I can get you all to myself again."
You and Abbot had been dating for about three years now, and while you were used to keeping your relationship a secret at work, you weren't used to being on completely opposite schedules. It was the longest you had gone without sharing a bed, and you two were both starting to feel the effects.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this." You whispered, tearing up a bit, "I miss you baby."
He pulled you into a hug. "I miss you too. It's so weird not having my own personal weighted blanket laying on me while I sleep." He joked, moving to kiss your head.
"Yeah well, I miss my personal heater.” You whispered into his chest.
Robby soon poked his head inside the hallway, “Lovebirds wrap it up.” He called out, “Shift change is happening.”
“Thanks brother!” Abbot called out, squeezing you tighter.
Of course, Robby knew about you and Abbot. He knew way before you two even had a label on it. The fleeting looks you two gave each other and the grazing of hands? It was a miracle no one else knew.
“Have a good shift, I love you.” You whispered, leaning up to kiss him.
The two of you kissed, a quick and simple one, before pulling away.
“I think I might have to listen to your tattoo.” You joked softly, placing one more kiss on the side of his mouth.
“With your mouth or more than that?” Abbot said with a smirk, squeezing your ass.
“We’ll see this weekend, won’t we?” You joked, pecking one last kiss on his lips before heading out for shift change.
This weekend couldn’t come soon enough.
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Night shift so far has been going pretty well for Abbot. The ER was a steady flow of busy enough to where the minutes just slipped by.
He slipped into a patient’s room where Ellis was working on stitching up a patient’s hand, “Your technique is looking good Dr. Ellis.” He said, admiring her work.
“Thanks Abbot, could you bring down that light more for me?” Ellis asked, nodding towards the light overhead.
He should’ve made sure his pants drawstrings were tied tighter or maybe even tucked in his shirt better. Because when he adjusted the light, his shirt became untucked and his pants rode down a little to reveal a sliver of his tattoo,
‘It won’t suck itself’ with your initials next to it.
Thankfully, no one in the Pitt would probably put two and two together since no one referred to nurses by their last name.
That wasn’t going to stop people from trying to figure out though.
Ellis locked right onto that tattoo and her eyes grew wide.
“I-Is that?” She stuttered out, staring the letters down.
Abbot immediately noticed and pulled his shirt down, “I appreciate it if you pretended like this never happened.” Abbot stammered and left the room.
“What happened?” The patient asked, clearly confused, “What’s the drama?”
“Let’s just say, I saw something that no employee wants to see their boss have.” Ellis said, trying to focus on her suturing.
That was the problem working in an ER, everyone knew about Abbot’s tattoo within thirty minutes after Ellis seeing it.
“I’m telling you, I saw it with my own two eyes!” Ellis whispered to Shen, “But I didn’t recognize the initials.”
“It wasn’t M.R was it?” Shen joked, sipping his coffee.
“Shut up!” She hissed, trying to chart.
“What are you two gossiping about?” Lena asked, leaning over the desk.
“Did you know Abbot has a stomach tattoo?” Shen blurted out, “We can’t figure out the reason why he could possibly have one.”
“Dr. Abbot, you have a tattoo?” Lena asked with a laugh, “I wanna see this.”
Abbot, who was trying to chart nearby, put his head in his hands, “No. No one is seeing the tattoo.”
“Cmon man, it can’t be that bad.” Shen said with a laugh, “Lemme see.”
Abbot rolled his eyes and pulled up his shirt with one hand and pulled down his pants with another. There, his definitely not suitable for work tattoo sat with a certain someone’s initials right next to it as well.
“Oh my god….” Shen whispered, stifling a laugh, “Jesus Abbot, I didn’t know you could still get it up!”
“I’m fifty asshat. At least I’m not using my left hand.” Abbot snapped back.
Mateo, who just happened to be an innocent bystander, caught look of it and covered his mouth. He let out a laugh and called out to the night security guard, “Yo Danny! Make a betting board for who Abbot dedicated his tattoo to!”
“No no!” Abbot warned, “We aren’t doing that!”
“Oh yes we are!” Lena called out, “Fifty bucks on, he got it on a drunken escapade with Robby and the initials belong to a hooker.”
“Ye of little faith.” Ellis said, “I think Abbot was sober and got it as a dare. The initials are just the tattoo artist.”
Abbot put his head in his hands, “Jesus, are you kidding me?”
“My bet is that it’s a matching tattoo, but it’s from an old flame.” Shen said simply, “That’s why he is so shameful about it.”
Well, one part of that bet was correct.
“Put me on for one hundred that no one gets it right.” Abbot said, pulling out his wallet, “What’s your bet Mateo?”
“I ain’t telling you unc.” Mateo said with a smirk, pulling out his wallet.
“Jesus, I am not that old!” Abbot said with a sigh, rolling his eyes.
He ducked out into the hallway, fishing out his phone to send a quick text.
‘Hey heads up, they figured out about my tattoo.’
Meanwhile back at you and Abbot’s place, you were fast asleep, unaware of your phone buzzing.
When he didn’t get a response from you, he figured you were fast asleep probably sleeping in his old smashing pumpkins shirt.
At least he had given you a heads up of what lied ahead for shift change.
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Your alarm went off around 5:00 am, “Baby, shut it off.” You whined, hitting the empty side of your bed. Once you started to wake up, you remembered Abbot wasn’t there.
“Just till the weekend.” You whispered, grabbing your phone.
“Hey heads up, they figured out about my tattoo.” You said, reading the text aloud, “Oh shit, they know.”
Setting down your phone, you ran a hand over your face. Because of course they would find out, you knew it would happen eventually. One of you would slip up.
You got up to get dressed, pulling off his old smashing pumpkins shirt. While you were hoping to announce your relationship any other way, now was a better time than never.
“Time to become HR’s worst nightmare.” You said to yourself, heading to the shower.
Because if they thought Jack’s tattoo was bad, just wait till they get a look at yours.
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“So what’s the new betting board?” Robby asked as he walked in through the ambulance bay.
You had walked in next to him since you two just happened to park next to each other.
“Abbot has a tattoo and we are trying to figure out whose it is.” Shen explained and Robby choked on his coffee, “Are you okay?” Shen asked, patting Robby’s back.
“He’s fine.” You said, shooting Robby a look as you headed towards the nurses station.
You knew today was going to be the day people were going to find out, you just weren’t sure if you were ready for people to find out.
“So who do you think Dr. Abbot has his tattoo dedicated too?” Santos asked, “I went with 40 on it was an old intern who worked here.”
“Eh I’m not really into betting.” You said simply, “I’m just interested to see if it gets revealed who it is today.”
“You’re boring.” Javadi said, signing into a computer, “You don’t wanna even try to make a bet?”
“Again, not really.” You said, “Plus I’m going on a trip in a month, rather would have the money for that.”
“Vacay with your man.” Princess said with a smirk, “How exciting!”
“Wait a minute, you have a man?” Perlah and Santos asked, clearly confused.
Princess knew you had a boyfriend because of the one time Jack left you an accidental hickey and since you refused to name him, she just insisted you had a boyfriend. You just never corrected her,
“Technically yes.” You said with a nervous laugh, “I do have a man.”
“Girl there are no signs on Instagram you are in a relationship.” Javadi pointed out.
“Stalk much? And I know there isn’t.” You said with a laugh, “I keep it that way.”
“Alright, did we get all bets in?” Ahmad called out, “I just spoke to Danny and all of night shift got their bets in, what about day shift?”
“I unfortunately can’t bet because I know exactly who that tattoo is dedicated to.” Robby said, “But I believe all my day shift has their bets in.”
You caught Abbot’s eyes and you could tell he felt bad for what was about to happen. But at this point? You’ve accepted that your relationship with him was about to become public.
“So Abbot, who’s the tattoo dedicated to?” Shen asked and Abbot let out a laugh.
“Well I can’t do that without the other half of the tattoo. That’s unfair.” He said simply, “So may the other half of the tattoo, please come up.”
You heard whispers about who the other half was and you rolled your eyes, “You always had a thing for the dramatics, didn’t you Dr. Abbot?” You asked, standing up.
“Oh but you love it.” He said with a smirk as you walked over. The Pitt got quiet as you moved to stand next to Abbot.
“Oh my god… it’s your initials.” Ellis gasped, her hand covering her mouth while others groaned.
“Damnit! It was so obvious!” Langdon said, putting his head in his hands.
“Wait, so what’s the matching?” Lena asked, “How scandalous can this be?”
“Yea, what’s the matching?” Robby joked as Dana smacked his arm.
You turned around and let Abbot move your scrub top down past your shoulder. There the matching tattoo sat. It was a tattooed bite mark Jack’s teeth had left with his initials right below it.
You swore you could’ve heard a pin drop in the Pitt, that’s how quiet it was. It didn’t last long though.
“DR. ABBOT IS YOUR MAN?” Princess gasped, “Get that bag!”
“Jesus almighty you two!” Dana said, covering her eyes.
“Did anybody win the bet?” Abbot called out, looking back to Ahmad.
“Technically, Shen won part of it. He bet it was a matching tattoo.” Ahmad said, “But he said it was with an old flame.”
“Seriously? No one else got it?” You asked with a laugh, “I’m surprised.”
“You two!” Gloria’s voice called out through the Pitt, “A word.”
“And there’s our principals office visit.” Abbot whispered as you heard some ‘oohs’ coming from the Pitt. It really was like being back in high school again.
“Of course.” You said with a sigh, following Gloria to her office.
Abbot took your hand into his and squeezed it, “I promise, nothing is going to happen to us. I won’t let it.” He assured.
“Promise?” You whispered, looking up at him.
“Always baby girl.” He whispered back as the two of you headed into Gloria’s office.
At least the two of you no longer had to hide your relationship.
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Bonus Bit:
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked, writing down the phrase Jack wanted on his body.
“I think it’s a great idea.” He mumbled, nipping at your neck, “Mine mine mine.”
You two had ended up at a tattoo parlor because Jack had wanted a tattoo that represented you on his body and you wanted one that represented him on yours. The two of you could’ve done like the date you two started dating or anything else, but he wanted something that caused you to know that you were his and he was yours. So that’s how you settled on what you were about to get.
“Alright Jack, you’re first!” Michael said with a smirk, “This is gonna be fun.”
You had learned from Jack that Robby was a tattoo artist and had been since med school. To Robby, it was a place where he could be himself and heal people in a way that didn’t involve medicine.
“Don’t fuck it up.” Abbot joked, tugging off his pants, “I’m trusting you Robby.”
“Yea yea.” He muttered, starting the tattoo.
You watched Robby start the tattoo, holding Jack’s hand through it, “How did you discover you liked tattooing people?” You asked, gently rubbing your thumb over Jack’s hand.
“It’s soothing to me.” Robby said, “Like my own personal therapy.”
“Still think you should see a therapist.” Jack added and Robby sighed.
“Ink therapy man.” Robby muttered.
After Abbot’s tattoo was done, it was your turn. Abbot helped you get your shirt off, “I want it on her left shoulder.”
“Bossy.” Robby said, placing down the cling wrap so he could bite down.
“Oh really?” You joked, “Don’t act like you aren’t particular too.”
That’s when Jack bit down on your shoulder, right when you least expected it. You let out a soft gasp and gripped his thigh as he bit.
“Okay that’s good man, damn.” Robby said as Jack let go of your shoulder.
“Gotta make sure it’s perfect.” He said, looking down at his work, “And that it is.”
Robby started to work on it, doing everything he needed to do.
“It’s perfect just like you baby girl.” Jack whispered, kissing your head, “Can’t wait to look at it, while I fill my baby up from the back.”
“Oh my god, I AM RIGHT HERE!” Robby snapped, “Save it.”
You and Abbot snickered as Robby shook his head, muttering obscenities.
“I love you baby girl.” Jack whispered, squeezing your hand.
“I love you too baby.” You whispered, looking up at him.
The love you two shared was permanently on both of your bodies, and truthfully?
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Ive been reading your work for a while and I’m gaining the bearings to ask for a Terry McCandless story! Most definitely something like the “no officer” game as said in the show
(Or just something about pulling the reader over in general lol)
Thanks so much and I love your writing :)
(The officer you’ve started seeing decides that he’s ready to show who’s in charge of your relationship)
(Also I love this request! This will be my first Terry McCandless fic so I hope I do him justice! Thank you for the request!)
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‘Drive safe tonight, you know I don’t like you out this late at night.’
That was the text you had just gotten from the guy you had just recently started seeing. You had to admit it, you liked having someone fret over you like he does. Someone who makes sure you get home safe.
‘I will Terry, I’ll text you when I get home ❤️’
You weren’t aware that the last date you two went on that he had turned on the tracking app on your phone when you had went to the bathroom.
He told himself it was because he wanted to protect you from all the awful people in the world and that you were going to be his, he had to know where his pretty girl was. It totally wasn’t because he wanted to show the perks of dating a police officer.
“Ooh is that Terry guy texting you?” Gracie cooed, nudging your side, “Look at him, checking up on his girl and shit. He sounds like such a sweetheart.”
The two of you were sitting at a restaurant by the water, sipping mojitos while sharing appetizers. It was a quiet night by the water while a bluegrass band played at a venue nearby.
You blushed and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “I really like him. He’s super sweet and he’s just making sure I get home okay.”
“How long have you two been seeing each other again?” Gracie asked, “Cause he’s old enough to not be dragging you around.”
“Two weeks, I think on our next date he’s gonna ask me to be his girlfriend.” You said with a soft smile, “I really like him Gracie.”
“I just hope he’s as sweet as Carter.” Gracie said with a joke.
“Oh I can only hope.” You said with a smile, sipping Mojito.
Soon the two of you paid and headed your separate ways.
“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Carter asked as he helped Gracie into the car.
“Yea I’ve only had one, plus with the water and food? I’ll be okay to drive.” You assured, unlocking your car, “I’ll text you guys when I get home!”
You waved, watching Carter and Gracie drive off. Soon you pulled out your phone to text Terry.
‘Hey, I wanted to let you know I’m on my way home! I’ll text you when I get home.’
You put your phone away as you got into your car, buckling yourself in and pulling out of the parking lot. You were also blissfully unaware that Officer McCandless had been watching you from his squad car the entire time, waiting to make his move.
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As you started your drive home, you noticed a patrol car tailgating you on the bridge.
“Fuck.” You breathed out, checking your mirror,
You weren’t serving, well, at least you didn’t think you were. It was just one drink, what could he possibly want? Were you just an easier target?
The car flipped his lights on and got over the intercom, “Exit the bridge, pull over to the right.” He called out and you sighed.
Terry was never gonna let you live this down.
You pulled down the side road, leading you to a secluded area. You put your car in park and got your license and registration out, already prepared to face the cop.
“License and Registration ma’am.” A familiar voice drawled out as the flash light shined on your face.
“Terry?” You said, trying to shield your eyes, “Is that you?”
“Ma’am I said I need your license and registration.” He repeated, “If I need to repeat myself, I will detain you. Am I clear?”
“Yes sir.” You said, quickly giving him your license and registration.
“Are you aware how fast you were going?” He asked, looking over your license and registration, “Because I clocked you going over two over.”
“Two over? Really Terry?” You laughed nervously, “Come on now.”
“Ma’am out of the car, I need to do a search on you.” He said sternly, opening your door.
“Terry, what? Come on now!” You gasped, getting out of the car.
You had to admit, you were turned on by this. Being roughed housed by a man in uniform was going onto the ‘new turn on list’.
He led you to a fence where he grabbed your wrist and handcuffed you, “We are gonna play a game called ‘No Officer.’ Want me to teach you?” He asked, managing to get your other wrist handcuffed.
“Is this allowed Officer McCandless?” You asked softly, playing along with his game.
He used the toe of his shoes to nudge your ankles so you could open your legs more, “I’m an officer of the law baby,” he breathed out against your neck, “Now are you gonna follow the rules or are you gonna be naughty?”
“I’ll be good.” You whimpered out as started to move his hands down your dress, his finger tips skimming over the tight fabric as he made his way to your ass and slipped his hand between your legs.
“Are you gonna be good?” He asked, “Or am I going to have to give you a ticket for failing to comply? Failing to listen to an officer of the law?”
“Yes officer.” You breathed out, “I’m going to comply. Oh please don’t write me a ticket.”
“Yea? Well you gotta earn getting out of a ticket then sweetheart.” He said, moving the handle of his flashlight to tug down your underwear, “Gotta make sure you aren’t hiding any contraband. Do you have anything on you that could possibly stab me?”
“No Officer.” You breathed out as Terry pulled away from you. He snapped some disposable gloves on and crowded you against the fence.
“I’m going to inspect you know, spread your legs.” He said, spitting on his gloves.
“Yes Officer McCandless, whatever you need to do.” You breathed out. His gloved finger tips skimmed along your sensitive clit causing you to let out a whine as he inspected you. With his other hand, he pushed two of his fingers inside of you, relishing how you clenched around him.
The tight feeling of his fingers inside of you made your body shiver in delight. You rested your forehead on the fence as he continued his ‘inspection’ on your pussy. “Is there anything I can help you with Officer? Make things easier on you?” You moaned out, heat pooling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.
“Just gotta make sure I sweep the entire area.” He whispered against your neck as he curled his fingers inside of you, his other hand using your juices to stimulate your clit.
“O-Oh Officer McCandless- I-I.” You moaned out, your orgasm coming closer with each thrust of his finger.
“You what?” He snapped against your neck, “You don’t want this ticket do you sweetheart? Scared your poor little boyfriend is gonna find out how bad you were?” He continued, nipping your neck.
“Y-Yes!” You stammered, “H-He can’t find out how bad I’ve been, please officer don’t give me a ticket.”
“Then you know what you need to sweetheart. Since you don’t want Officer McCandless to give you a ticket.” He moaned against your neck, thrusting his fingers harder inside of you.
Your orgasm racked through your body as he pumped his fingers inside of you, like he was making sure he inspected your pussy thoroughly.
He stepped back and pulled out his fingers from your wet pussy, inspecting them in the moonlight.
Meanwhile, you tried to hold yourself up as your body relaxed post orgasm, “O-Officer, will I get a ticket?”
“My findings are inconclusive. I have to do a little more thoroughly.” He said, pulling off his gloves.
“W-What?” You stammered as he tossed his gloves aside, “B-But Officer?”
“No buts, ma’am I need you to move to my squad car.” He said, his voice rough and gravelly.
He un cuffed you from the fence just to handcuff you behind your back. Terry held yourself arm tight as he walked you over to his squad car and bent you over the hood, “Ma’am I’m gonna have to do another thorough investigation.” He warned, his foot spreading your legs again.
“I wanna see your badge so I know you are truly an officer of the law!” You snapped. You heard him pull off his badge and felt his chest press against your back.
“Here’s my badge since you don’t trust me.” He snapped, putting it in your mouth. Your teeth clamped down on the metal as he shoved your head against the hood. With his other free hand, he undid his duty belt then his pants. His erection sprang free as his boxers came down.
You felt his tip tease your wet folds, causing you to moan against his badge. Your clit was swollen to the bud from the constant teasing from his ‘search’ from earlier.
“I just need to-oh fuck-.” He stammered out as he started to bury his erection into your pussy, “I just need to do a deeper investigation.”
You only let out a muffle moan, teeth scrapping against his badge as you took his cock in for the first time. His body was fully pressed against you, helping keep you up. Just from his length he was able to hit your g-spot.
He gripped your handcuffed wrists and slowly started to fuck your post orgasm juices into you again, each thrust coordinated like he knew just exactly how he wanted to fuck you. Not too fast and not too slow.
Meanwhile, your head was cloudy as he thrusted his cock into your tight pussy. Each thrust drew you closer to another orgasm as the position he had you in was pure bliss.
“Fuck baby, so fucking tight and so fucking wet!” He growled, smacking your ass with his free hand.
Your yelp was muffled against his badge and the smack had pulled you from your dazed head space. The sound of skin on skin filled the air and you felt a stinging come from your shoulder. Terry had moved to bite your shoulder as he continued to fuck himself into you.
Your effort to let him know you were close again was lost as the badge muffled your orgasmic moans. You let out a muffled strangled moan as you felt the heat in your stomach pool over as you came on Terry’s cock.
He felt your pussy clench around him as you orgasmed and it caused him to almost come as well, but he quickly pulled out.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned out, jacking himself off. Terry suddenly blew his load on you, his sperm landing all over the back of your dress, “Fuck, I didn’t even think about if you were on the pill.”
You heard him and slowly nodded, indicating to him you were on the pill.
He saw the nod and with two fingers, he wiped his sperm off of your ass and slipped two fingers into your slick vagina, coaxing the sperm into you. Once he felt like it was thoroughly inside, he stepped back and sucked his fingers clean.
“Well ma’am, after thoroughly inspecting you, I can see you aren’t hiding anything. However, I am giving you a court date.” He said, tucking himself back inside of his boxers, “It’ll be at MOMO riverfront park. The dress requirement will be a little black dress with heels. Do you understand?”
You nod as he buckles his duty belt. He soon undid your handcuffs and tucked them back in his duty belt. He looked over the raised red hand mark that was left on your butt cheek and gently kissed it as he pulled up your panties, “Oh so cooperative for me pretty girl.” He cooed in his southern accent as he helped you stand up.
Your head felt cloudy as he worked his badge out of your mouth. You let him walk you to your car, your legs trembling with each step.
“Are you gonna be okay to drive home? You look a little dazed sweetheart.” He asked, pushing a loose piece of hair behind your ear.
“Yes Officer, I’ll be okay.” You said, your mouth dry from the badge.
“Good, good.” He said, “And if you can’t get that stain out, I’ll buy you a new dress and a new set. Deal?”
“Deal?” You said with a weak nod, “When’s my date?”
“Be ready for me at 6pm next Tuesday okay? I’ll pick you up.” He said, giving you back your license and registration.
“But you don’t know where I live?” You asked, confused,
“Oh don’t worry, I have ways of finding out. Now get home safe sugar.” He said, tapping your hood. He turned on his heel and headed back to his squad car.
“I’ll text you when I’m home!” You called out, putting on your seat belt.
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‘Girl what the hell took you so long getting home? It’s been almost two hours?’
The text from Gracie sat unread as you got ready for bed. You had obviously texted Terry that you made it home first, even though you were pretty sure he followed you home. Then you texted Gracie that you had made it home.
Your ass was sore to the touch from his palm earlier and his cock had stretched you in a way you didn’t think was physically possible. Thankfully, the shower helped coax the pain out of your muscles from being bent over a car.
‘I got stopped by a cop. All I got was a warning.’
You sent the text and crawled into bed. In your mind, you kept replaying that moment.
You hadn’t known about the ‘No Officer’ game with Officer McCandless before tonight.
But you were excited to play it with him again when the time came.
