elise

personally i feel like pope cody wouldn’t be the creepy kinda of perv but the desperate kind of perv—which is still creepy but walk with me.

when you first started coming around the cody compound, he can’t even believe you’re a real person. it’s like your walked straight out of a center-fold. your bouncy curls, your face, your body—even your honeyed voice. he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and you felt it. everytime you would talk to him, he was breathless; his hand would twitch and clinch and the look in his eyes was hungry. he wanted to devour you and take his time with it. touch you, lick you, bite you, smell you. he’d take anything he could get. you haunted his every thought.

sometimes he’d dream about you. dream about him doing all thing he wanted to your beautiful, quivering body. a scene that he played over and over again in his head was of your head thrown back against a pillow with your lip in between your teeth. a sheer layer of sweat makes you shine and he wanted to lick it off. you’d whisper his name softly, soft fingers delicately brushing through his curls. he wanted you—no. he needed you.

and those damn bikinis. it seemed like you always had a new one, always prettier and tighter than the last one. when you’d step out of the pool your body would glisten in the sun—or the moon—and your hair would be wet and dripping. when you notice him staring at you, you’d look back at him, smile and wave. you could feel the desperation radiating off his body. every time his finger brushed against your it’s like you felt a shock. a simple touch would leave him panting. it was pathetic—he knows it. but nothing in him could stop.

his jaw would clinch if he ever saw someone else looking at you like you were a piece of meat. he knew that nobody would ever make you feel the way he could make you feel. he’d worship every gasp and every whimper that feel from your lips. every curve and dip of your body. all of you.

he’s not even entirely sure where you came from, but it was one of the best and worst things that’s happened to him. not only were you jaw dropping gorgeous, you were sweet, funny, he didn’t even know how you didn’t hanging out with people like them. you didn’t belong. he wants to toss you in the car and take you somewhere far away and leave you there. he didn’t want all of problems to make that glittering smile falter.

this pic is so husband!titus when he's getting his new portraits taken for the walls of the council grounds. and you're sitting there watching him do these fuck ass poses and you start to laugh at him and he gets all mad and red in the face. then later fucks you while taunting "thought i looked stupid, huh? if i look so stupid why are you this wet huh?"

god he's so insecure i have to bite him

you thought he was being goofy!! because, despite popular belief, titus could be funny. funny in the way that made you laugh because it was unexpected.

so when he showed you the finished portraits, you couldn't help but let a giggle slip past your lips. you thought that it was a silly one that he had taken among the other business portraits, all of which were very poised and had the usual stern glare he gave the camera. really, who could blame you? but it had been a mistake. immediately, titus' face reddened, signature frown deepening into a true scowl. he snatched the portrait away from you and looked it over again.

"what's funny?" he grumbled, brows pulling together as his gaze scoured the paper. you sucked in a breath when you realized your error.

"nothing!" you assured him, crossing over to his side of the table and placing your hand on his shoulder. "nothing, they're...it's really good. very serious." you clenched your jaw to force another wave of humor away. titus glared at you.

"you laughed." he huffed, nose twitching. "what were you laughing at?"

you tried to think of something, anything, to say. "it's just..." you swallowed and itched behind your ear. "um, this one's just different. from the other ones."

"you think i look like a fucking idiot." he tossed the paper onto the table.

"titus, please-"

"no." he shook his head. he turned away and crossed his arms over his chest. "you do. everyone does."

"titus." you rolled your eyes. you were used to his little...well, there was really no word for it besides a tantrum. you rested your chin on his shoulder. "i don't. it just surprised me, that's all. i think you look powerful." you felt his back muscles tense beneath you. after a few breaths, he spoke again.

"really?" he whispered, eyebrow raising.

"really." when he turned to face you, you watched his expression change. his eyes weren't frustrated, but rather held a different darkness. a darkness you knew all too well. he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and gently lowered you to your knees.

summary; pool fun, pope getting a little chattier but in the most awkward way ever, readers cat!!! warnings; some cuss words a/n; a new part YAYY sorry this was kind of boring im having a brainfart rn .... also i see yalls requests in my inbox i promise to do them all i am nawt ignoring them IM SO GLAD YALL ARE REQUESTING MWAHHH <3 also thank you all a freaking BUNCH for over 1.5k followers omg???!!! also if u want to be added/removed from taglist just lmk

previous part

jack’s truck pulled up outside your house at exactly 4:30pm, maybe even a minute before. it’s exactly how you’ve seen it in the hospital parking lot. the paint chipped all over, a dent above the rear wheel. an older model. it’s definitely seen more than one occasion with something solid. something about it makes it seem like the perfect vehicle for jack. 

you and mel sit watching from the kitchen window, her poking her eyes through the slides of the blind. a pit had been slowly manifesting itself in your stomach, a mix of anxiety and excitement. your attraction to jack isn’t something new you’d discovered about yourself, it’s been there for a long time but you’d tried your hardest to ignore it. 

find other people to fill the void with. 

you even slept with mateo once, something the both of you regret. 

“he’s here! he’s here!” mel practically screeches at you, almost acting as if she’s more excited for this than you are. you don’t make an effort to move towards the door. your feet stuck with anxiety. you watch from the window as he opens his truck door, climbing out before letting ranger follow him. “would you like me to answer the door?” she questions, noticing your lack of movement. 

“no, no, it’s okay. i got it,” you flash her a quick smile before walking towards the door, getting there just as jack rings the doorbell. opening the door, you’re instantly welcomed by a bright smile from him. ranger takes no time in greeting you, jumping up at your bare legs. “oh hi sweet boy!” you squeal at him, crouching down to his level to stroke your hands through his thick fur. “you’re so handsome.” 

“i get that a lot,” jack smirks at you. looking up at him, you don’t disagree. he’s wearing a pair of camo pants, ones you’ve seen him wear before in the ED when he’s been called in during his SWAT job and a black long sleeve. dressed for weather totally opposite to you. “you look nice,” he smiles, looking you up and down once you stand up again. ranger lets out a cry when your hands leave him. 

“i wasn’t really sure what to wear,” you shrug, looking down at the outfit you’d spent way too long picking. a green long sleeve ‘the smith’s’ shirt and a pair of brown shorts. luckily, you had a pair of relatively decent boots to wear. throwing all of your necessities into a small backpack. 

“picked good,” he speaks, his voice suddenly dry. a blush fights its way to your cheeks as you stand ever so awkwardly on your porch. “you ready to go?” you quickly nod, and throw your bag onto your back before following jack down to his truck. he makes a quick command to his dog to jump in the middle seat through the drivers door before rounding the side of his truck to meet you. he takes no time in opening your door for you, holding it open as you climb into his truck. 

“such a gentleman,” you speak, looking down at him due to the height of his truck. he just shoots you a silent wink before closing the door and returning to his side. 

the truck quickly hums to life, rocking gently as it drives across the bumpy roads of pittsburgh. you crack the window open just the smallest bit, letting the cool wind in. bruce springsteens ‘born in the u.s.a’ plays softly from the radio. jack doesn’t hide the way he taps the steering wheel to the beat of the music. something about seeing him outside of the hospital feels peaceful. being so used to seeing him in the midst of the chaos, in the middle of somebody’s worst day, compared to the quiet feels so natural. his shoulders aren’t as tense as they usually are, and he’s not furrowing his eyebrows as he does mid trauma. he’s entirely at peace. 

the highway slowly turns into rocky, gravelly paths as jack drives into the parking lot of the hiking range he had carefully planned for this…date? was this a date? shaking your head, trying to rid the thoughts that had been plaguing you since this morning you admire the view from the window. pine trees lined the small parking lot, blocking the sun from hitting anything. families wandered from their cars down to one of the easier tracks with their children, all with bright smiles on their faces. a couple wandered past with their dog, which was definitely not as cute as ranger and somewhere in the distance you can hear the quiet hum of a creek. 

“you ready to go?” jack asks, clipping ranger’s leash onto his green collar. 

“as ready as i’ll be,” you smile, giving the dog a stroke behind his ear as the three of you begin walking up one of the trails. 

there isn’t much conversation between you and jack as you venture up into the forests, both just silently enjoying each other’s company and the quiet singing of the birds. things always feel so natural with jack that you hadn’t felt the need to force a conversation, like you’ve done with every previous date you’ve had. 

the gravel beneath your feet has slowly transformed into packed grass, revealing a nature trail that’s been made by the hundreds of thousands of people that have walked this very same hike. the grass spills over each side, brushing against the skin above your boots and forcing you and jack to walk even closer together than you planned. ranger walks freely ahead, occasionally turning his head back to make sure you’re both following him. jack walks with an ease that you rarely ever see in him. in the pitt, everything is deliberate and carefully planned but here, he doesn’t have to worry about anything. 

“you hike here a lot?” you ask him, catching up to his much larger strides. he stands taller than you, easily 5inches on you and he certainly is a lot quicker paced than you. 

“yeah, couple times a month,” he replies, looking down at you and slowing his strides without so much as a comment about it. “depends on my schedule. do you get out much?” 

“um, not exactly,” you chuckle, thinking back to all of your previous days off where you’ve not even left the house let alone go on a hike. “usually spend my days off in the house like a hermit krab.” 

“im honoured then,” he smirks down at you. “spending your day off with me.” 

“you invited me. i wasn’t going to say no to you, jack,” you mumble, almost under your breath but you’re sure he heard it when you notice the apples of his cheeks turn into a red hue. “is it just you and ranger on these hikes?” 

“yeah, usually. gets both of us out,” he explains as he throws an obnoxiously large stick ranger had brought back for him, looking very proud of himself. “he was a very shy dog when i got him, found that bringing him out here got him out of his shell.” 

“doesn’t seem so shy anymore,” you laugh as the dog resurfaces from the grass with the stick hanging out of his mouth. “i bet he’ll be tired after this,” you know for sure you will be. 

“oh yeah, he’ll be asleep before we even get home,” he sighs, leaning against one of the bigger rocks. the trail started inclining and it was painful enough on your legs, you can’t even imagine how it must feel for jack. “i don’t plan much after these walks.” 

“got a big social life going on, dr. abbot?” you look over at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“laundry count?” 

“yeah, i think it does,” you laugh way louder than probably socially acceptable for such a lame joke. 

“well, i do a lot of laundry. vacuum too and sometimes if i’m feeling really sociable, i’ll do both in the same day,” he shrugs at you, a chuckle coming from his throat. the giggles from the both of you die down and another comfortable silence falls, you don’t fail to notice the occasional glances jack would throw onto you. “i wasn’t sure you’d say yes,” his voice lacks the joke it had to it just minutes ago, now full of something else. 

“really?” you glance up at the older man. there wasn’t any doubt in you when you accepted his request. sure, the anxiety felt almost suffocating but this is what you’ve been waiting for since you moved to pittsburgh. time away from the hospital with a very attractive man that is definitely old enough to be your father. “i enjoy your company.”

“i’m glad,” he hums, almost relieved. “enjoying yours too.”

“see you tomorrow night, yeah?” jack drives up the driveway to your place, putting his truck in park before turning to see you fully. you feel almost naked in his gaze, his eyes locked on yours. ever since leaving the trail once the sun had begun to set, something shifted between you and jack. nothing negative, and definitely nothing unwelcoming but something. whilst driving, his hand inched closed and closer towards yours where he left it resting on top of his sleeping dog. a mere centimeter away from where yours was also laying on his sleeping dog. 

you should probably say something.

tell him that you had a good time. 

say thank you. 

anything a normal person would. 

but all the words you’ve spent the drive home back rehearsing were gone. his stare isn’t intimidating as it once was, months prior. it’s something full of contentment. neither of you are doctors here, no lives need saving and there’s no rush. 

“yeah,” you cough, looking away from his intense eyes. “tomorrow night.” 

“good,” a small smile pulls at his lips, his attention not wavering from you at all. you don’t make a move to get out of his truck, despite that probably being the normal thing to do at this point. 

“i had a good time,” you see his shoulders visibly relax.

“yeah?” 

“yeah,” you smile at him, letting your eyes finally meet again despite the reaction it causes all over your body. goosebumps don’t fret to prick at the skin of your bare legs. 

“he’s gonna be sad when he wakes up and realises the dates over, he really likes you.” 

date. 

date. 

date. 

you don’t reply to him, unable to find the words to form a coherent sentence. of course, you’re not stupid and you had your intuitions about this being more than just two coworkers hanging out. you know that theres some sort of attraction between the two of you, you’ve just always been sure it was one-sided. after today, that theory is blown out the window.

“i should probably go inside now,” you manage to speak up loud enough for him to hear you, taking your bag from the floor and giving ranger one last pet before jumping out of his truck. you send jack one last wave before unlocking the door to your house. you don’t hear the hum of his engine until the door is shut behind you. 

not to your surprise, the whole house was sat waiting for you to return from the date. vic, dennis and trinity not long coming home from work and helping themselves to whatever leftovers were thrown into the fridge. mel sat on the couch, already wearing her pyjamas with a blanket thrown over her legs. she’d told you about some issue she was having with becca’s independent living center that she had to fix. 

“she returns,” trinity smirks from the kitchen, a heated bowl of pho in her hands. you roll your eyes at her sarcastically as you throw your bag onto the counter. “how was it? did you make out with the senior citizen yet?” 

“he’s not a senior citizen yet,” you shake your head, grabbing a tea bag from your cupboard and putting it into one of the china mugs your mother had gotten you for christmas. 

“so, you did make out?” dennis questions from the table. he’s hunched over his laptop, a half-eaten bowl of pasta next to him. 

“what? no, of course not.” 

“did you do anything?” trinity asks with a face that means she was expecting you to come home with some dirty sex story for you all to gush over. you shake your head at her as you walk through the open planned home into the living room, joining mel under her blanket. “how boooring!” 

“just because we don’t all sleep with our seniors doesn’t mean we’re boring, trin!” you shout back at her, laughs erupting from everyone but her. 

“did it go well?” mel whispers, her voice a lot quieter than the rest of them. she often spent the nights decompressing from whatever happened in the day, whether she’s been working or not, and judging by the look on her face, the time at her sisters center did not go well. 

“yeah, it was good,” you smile at her, grateful for her lack of need for gossip. “it was fun.” 

“i’m glad. you look happy.” 

if you wanna go outside, he's nearby with a towel dry shirt of his to wear for when you get out of the pool. he even has a smaller towel that he uses to dry the ends of your hair that got wet. when you're watching tv, he's touching you in some way. sometimes it's a hand on your knee. or an arm draped around your shoulders. if his day was particularly bad, he's laying his head in your lap, eyes drooping as you run your fingers through his curls.

you wanna take a shower? that's fine, but you're not gonna be alone. pope will follow you into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat as you shower. most of the time he won't even say anything to you. just being around you is enough for him. sleeping alone is practically impossible now. he'll pull you into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. his nose pressed into your hair as he breathes you in. if you somehow fall asleep without him touching you in some way, it's a guarantee that you'll wake up with his limbs around you like a spider monkey.

you'd think that around his brothers he would tone down his clingliness by just a bit, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. it's like he's heightened it up to eleven. like a big and grumpy pit bull who only likes you. you're cooking lunch for the boys after they went out surfing. pope comes into the kitchen, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. craig, who follows in after him, makes a gagging noise at the sight. to which pope just glares at him deeply for.

it's kind of hard to make sandwiches when there's a 5'9 and almost two hundred pound man practically glued to your side. but lucky for you, he's willing to help in any way. once lunch is prepared, one by one, they grab their plates and say 'thank you.' craig sticks behind for just a second, grabbing a beer from the fridge. but apparently, that's just too close for pope's liking. he stares his younger brother down until craig moves

"jesus, man, she's all yours. thanks again by the way," he says to you, before following his two other brothers outside on the deck.

hi there ! so sorry it took me a while to write this. setting up scenes and descriptive writing are always beating my ass 😮‍💨

this was such a sweet concept, tysm for the req AND ALSO your first time writing for a req ?! i'm truly honoured, i hope you like this one ! (nervous) 🩷

𓊆 cw: FLUFF, first-time dad jack 🥹, insecurities regarding age, implied age gap 𓊇 ‧₊˚ ┊ 1.5k words

♫ can't believe my life right now, i feel on top of the world should've seen my face when they told me it's a baby girl ♫

the video captured you and jack opening your eyes at the same moment the cake split open, revealing the pink cream underneath. it took a second for your brain to process, your eyes widened in surprise and squealed as soon as it registered to you that you’re having a girl. you threw your arms around your husband, careful not to drop the wine glass still in your hand.

tears tracked down your cheeks as you laughed, you hadn’t felt joy like this since jack proposed. 

there were tears forming in his eyes too. he set his glass down somewhere before pulling you back into his embrace, holding you so close you could feel his happiness radiating and the low rumble of his chuckle against your chest. 

you wanted this to be an intimate moment between you two, instead of an extravagant party. but you would like to share the exciting news with those who were closest to your hearts.

pairing : stan rosado x fem!reader

part one : look at you

part two : truth, dare, spin bottles

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI big boobed!reader, curvy/plus-sized!reader implied, "i'll pay for it", teasing, dirty talk, breast & nipple play, dry humping, mentions of previous smutty time, kinda brat!reader ? she's annoyed, pet names (doll, honey, baby, pretty girl), swearing, no other physical descriptions of reader, no use of y/n, dual pov, (1.9k wc)

layout inspired by my angel @mariasont

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Jack wasn't prepared for his front door slamming just before eight pm on his night off. And he definitely wasn't expecting the annoyed groan reverberating off the walls as you stomped your way to the lounge. It was a stark contrast to the soft humming he was usually graced with the second you walked through his door.

He sat up straighter, muting the TV to give you his undivided attention. You barely glanced his way as you walked through the threshold, and he couldn't stop his eyebrows from raising at the sight of you.

Your grey scrub top was slightly twisted and riding up, exposing a sliver of your stomach that he itched to trace. A cute pout had taken your face hostage—your lower lip jutting out and brows furrowed, making it difficult for him to suppress a smile. All humour vanished as his eyes fell to your chest; your full breasts hanging without support, pebbled nipples calling for his mouth. The tightening of his pants was immediate, along with the jealous fire that heated him from the inside out—who else had seen you in this state?

It was a losing battle for him as he tried to keep his eyes off the way your boobs bounced as you walked towards him. Honestly, he didn't know why he even bothered.

your second night shift started as draining as you imagined it would since you clocked out of the previous shift. strolling in through the ambulance bay with your phone in one hand and your cute pink thermos full of green tea in the other, you’re only three steps into the department before lena spots you.  she looks way too cheerful given the current state of the emergency department. 

“perfect timing,” she smiles, pulling you in for a hug over the nurses station before you have the chance to greet her. she smooths down the sleeves of your undershirt as she pulls away. “in for a treat tonight,” she sighs. 

paramedics lined the bay, all waiting to hand patients over, whilst nurses darted themselves from one room to the other balancing blood tubes, medication trays and half-finished charts. the patient screen had new names rolling in before anyone had the chance to discharge the previous ones. 

“please tell me this is the aftermath,” you plead lena, resting your head in the palms of your hands against the desk. she took no sugarcoating in shaking her head at you. 

“four ambulances in fifteen minutes, two chest pains and motorcycle accident,” she listed off from the computer in front of her, throwing you a sympathetic look. “should take a look in the waiting room.” 

“rather not,” you feel yourself quiver at the thought of what’s to come of your night. instead, you politely dismiss yourself from the nurses station and make your way over to your locker to throw all of your things away for the night, not forgetting to take out the sandwich mel had spent her time packing for you. the two of you have very similar and particular tastes so she’s been offering to make you food for night shift since you broke the news to her. 

it’s impossible to say no to her.

bringing the pink lunchbox into the breakroom, you slip it into the middle shelf when a voice startles you. 

“take it that’s not hospital catering,” jack spoke without looking up from the clipboard balancing on his knee. his reading glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, a pen tucked behind his ear as he flicks through patient charts. you hadn’t seen him when you walked in, too in your own world to notice the handsome man sitting at the table. 

“oh, no, definitely not,” you chuckle as you close the fridge door and sit in the chair opposite the older man. “can’t eat that stuff,” faint memories resurface from when you first started working the pitt, and swore to yourself it would be more convenient to eat the hospital’s food instead of spending time packing your own. 

it took a worryingly grey chicken wrap to throw you off that mindset. 

“it isn’t that bad,” he chuckles, folding his glasses up and placing them on the table. the patient chart was now closed. his full attention turned to you. 

“have you actually eaten it?” you question him, raising one of your eyebrows. 

“not in about ten years, no.” 

“therefore, your opinion is invalid,” you shrug at him, a grin pulling at your mouth. you can feel the heat travelling from the fire in your belly to your cheeks as he keeps his focus on you, not once returning back to the papers he was so invested in before you walked in. 

a silence creeps between the two of you, something surprisingly comfortable. you haven’t been around jack a whole lot since working at the pitt, mainly only passing each other during changeover or catching glimpses of him when he’d come in with the SWAT team after a callout. you know only the basics of jack abbot. he’s worked here for a long time, and he’s a highly respected doctor.

beyond that?

nothing

despite all that, the silence sitting between you two feels good, and somewhat intimate? the way his eyes don’t falter from yours, or the way you can ever so clearly see the veins in his hands shifting beneath his skin as he absently rubs his scrub pants. it all brings an unknown feeling of need within you.

now you’re just being stupid. 

he’s just existing in this conversation, or lack thereof. 

“you’ve not been here long, right?” jack breaks the silence, and the eye contact as he suddenly decides to take much more interest in the table between you. 

“i’ve been here…” you take a second to think. “just over a year.” 

“just a baby,” you can hear him mutter under his breath, maybe not intended to be heard by you. he shakes his head, looking back at you with a glint in his eyes. “you’re doing good around here. i’ve already told you but, i mean it.”

something in your chest tightens as he speaks, the way the praise just slips from his tongue like he really means what he’s saying. 

“it means something coming from you,” you reply back, picking at the skin around your thumb as anxiety suddenly creeps up your body. you feel his eyes on you, not wavering away. 

ever since starting in the pitt, you have gone above and beyond to impress your seniors. every chart is checked twice, if not three times before sending it through the system. you practiced every patient presentation in your head over and over until you perfected it before presenting it to anyone. every mistake, or possible mistake, replayed in your head on the drive home. you needed to prove to everyone that you deserve to be there. 

it started way back in medical school where you spent sleepless nights between the library and the practice lab. all of your notes were rewritten a dozen times until your handwriting all became a blur. you craved the praise from your professors more than anything else. 

it’s like you’ve been waiting for someone to tell you you’re best isn’t actually good enough for years. 

before any of you had a chance to say something else, the breakroom door opened without so much as a knock. 

“there you are,” lena walks in with a smile bigger than the cheshire cats, holding a clipboard in her one of her hands. leaning against the counter, a glint of something in her eyes as she looked at you. you’re already dreading the gossip she’ll attempt to pry from your very tired hands mid shift.  “sorry to interrupt your little…” she pauses, shifting her gaze between you and jack. “...break.” 

you narrow your eyes at her, shaking your head ever so slowly. jack remains blissfully unaware of the silent conversation you and lena are having. 

“what you got?” he shoots at her, turning his full attention away from you and onto her. 

“patient in room eighteen, just came in.” 

“we’ll be there,” he nods at the older woman who quickly smirks at you before dropping the clipboard on the table and making her way out of the room. 

the second the door swings shut you let out a long, defeated sigh. you know you’re not the most secretive person. every emotion you feel finds it’s way to your face before you can stop it, and judging by the warmth on your face, lena had caught it. you’re just praying jack doesn’t notice it. 

“twenty-six year old, nancy castle…” you begin your patient presentation, reading aloud from the clipboard in your hand. you can feel jack’s stare burning into you from the other side of the bed, watching you contently. he’s silent, standing with his weight on one leg and his hands shoved in the pockets of his scrub pants

patient presentations in front of attendings was difficult, invoking a new type of anxiety you hadn’t ever felt before. when you first started at the pitt, robby was relentless. every presentation was picked apart, not exactly cruelly, but thoroughly. 

too much information. 

not enough information. 

stop reading directly from your notes.

lead with the important details.

at first, it felt like he was targeting you. you’d spent endless hours complaining about him to the group, and then reciting notes in your bathroom mirror. you eventually realised that he was, very roughly, looking out for you and it did make you better.

but jack is different. 

jack is so different from robby. he doesn’t sigh, or cough when you’ve said something unnecessary. 

his aura feels suffocating, in a way that makes you want to either rip his clothes off or run away and never see him again.

“came in with right lower quadrant pain,” you clear your throat, straightening your posture at the same time. it’s only jack’s cough that pulls you back into the moment. “nausea since this morning. bloods have been taken, we’re still waiting on a urine sample.” glancing up from your notes, you meet jack’s eyes. he shoots you a small nod, telling you to carry on. “no previous abdominal surgeries. pain’s significantly worsened through out the day.” the room falls quiet, you find yourself meeting jack’s face again for some kind of confirmation. 

“what do you think?” he questions, rubbing the stubble on his chin. 

glancing between your notes and nancy, you think. “i…appendicitis is high on my list.” 

“why?”

“location of the pain, nausea and the way it’s progressive,” you explain. “but, i’d want to rule out gynae causes too.” 

“good,” he smirks at you as he walks forward, crossing the threshold from his side of the bed to yours. “stop looking at me after every sentence, you’re doing good,” he whispers quietly as he walks passed, taking the clipboard from your hands and you swear you can feel your blood pressure increase by the milliseconds. 

you were correct, of course. nancy had appendicitis and when she was reviewed by surgery, they were convinced that she was moments away from it perforating. within the hour, she’d consented, been wheeled upstairs and was handed over to the surgery team. 

the quiet satisfaction had little time to settle before the rush of the department carried on. 

it isn’t until 3am that the department finally exhaled, not completely but enough that you were able to obtain some quiet time. all patients under your care didn’t need you for the first time all night. 

sinking into the chair with a quiet sigh, you slip an airpod into one ear and rest your head against the headrest. the quiet instrumental music barely blocks out the constant beeping of monitors or the phones that non-stop ring all night but it’s enough that you can relax a little. you’re able to close your eyes, not entirely sleeping but definitely resting. all the muscles in your body finally soften for the first time since you walked in through the ambulance bay hours ago. 

you’re so absorbed in your makeshift silence that you don’t notice the chair beside you roll, or the familiar weight that settles in it. it isn’t until a gentle tap on your arm that you crack one eye open. 

jack.

he’s nursing a cup of cheap hospital coffee in his hands and an exhausted smile on his face. there’s something so enduring about how he looks after working endlessly on his feet, his greying hair all pointing in different directions no matter how hard he tries to smooth it out. 

“you doin’ alright?” he asks, throwing his head back against the headrest. 

“something like that,” you groan, lazily turning your head in his direction. “what time is it?” 

“3:08,” he flicks his wrist, the screen of his apple watch lighting up. instead of the time, your attention focuses on a picture of a german shepherd, sitting on a couch with it’s ears perked high. 

“you have a dog?” 

“uh, yeah, yeah i do.” 

“can i see?” you ask, sitting up in the chair. all sudden tiredness forgotten about at the mention of something lighthearted, something very rare in this department. “our landlord’s like, a total bitch, and won’t even let us have a fish.” 

jack laughed quietly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dropping his readers to the bridge of his nose. he’s quick to pull up his camera roll which looks like its totally dedicated to his dog. 

“his names ranger,” he smiles, almost ear to ear as he shows off what seems to be his baby. he swipes through a collection of pictures. 

ranger in the bed of jack’s pickup truck. 

his head resting against jack’s prosthetic leg. 

cuddling up to jack’s very naked, and very buff chest. 

lord have mercy. 

“got him not long after i left service,” he explains, holding his phone out as he continues to swipe through pictures upon pictures of ranger. “he would love you.” 

“i think i love him,” you smile up at the older man. this is the first time you’ve seen this side of jack, so relaxed and human. before he can continue sharing stories about his very spoiled dog, he’s called from the speakers to trauma three. 

“breaks over,” he sighs, tucking his phone in his pocket and standing up off the chair with a grunt in his voice. “show you some more pictures later, if you’re interested.” 

“of course i am, i want to see them all,” you smile at him as you both walk to the trauma rooms of the department.

I’d love a Titus at the beach fic with some possessiveness! Can be fluff or steamy whichever is your calling (I know that man is a perv tho so…)

"Sweetheart, you're supposed to be relaxing." Titus commented as he tilted his head back against his lounger to soak up the sun. You sat next to him in your own chair, your arms crossed and your knees pulled up to your chest. You were pouting and Titus normally liked when you did that, but not today.

Not when Titus had planned all of this so meticulously. Not when he'd found out his pretty assistant had a boyfriend and Titus decided he needed to be removed immediately. Not when he had gone to the trouble of forcing your boyfriend to break up with you over text so you would fall into Titus' arms for comfort. Not when he had flown you thousands of miles away from home to his private island on the Italian coast.

You were supposed to be thanking Titus for taking you on this vacation to take your mind off your horrible ex who was too much of a coward to break up in person. You were supposed to enjoying private jet and the yacht and the clothes and jewelry he'd gifted to you. You were supposed to be on your knees in appreciation, showing him how happy he made you. And instead you were sulking.

"Come here sweetheart." Titus beckoned, one hand outstretched to you. You looked over, hesitating only for a moment before you moved to Titus' lounger and laid back against him between his spread legs. Titus wrapped his arms around the warm skin of your stomach and held you securely against him as you relaxed back against his chest.

Since you became his assistant Titus did what he could to blur the lines between you, calling you pet names and touching you whenever he got the chance. Cuddling like this was so normalized at this point naïve little you didn't question it.

"Don't worry, I can take your mind off it." Titus cooed in your ear as his hand slid lower, slipping under the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You gasped softly as his fingers touched you, your back arching in pleasure.

"Shhh, it's okay baby." Titus purred, sending goosebumps over your skin. His other hand moved up to push up your bikini top and take a handful of your chest as your hips moved in rhythm with his fingers.

robby jokes that jack does "nude yoga" at sunrise...but jack's not too sure he'd describe it like that. 1.3k

♡ — MDNI/18+; fem!reader; reader is jack's coworker; unestablished relationship; everyone say thank you robby; p in v sex; unprotected sex; big dick jack abbot; pet names(baby, sweetheart); jack is kinda condescending; but in a hot way; mix it with praise; mating press; size kink if you squint; there's no plot to this lol

me when i have long wips and i write this instead

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"You do nude yoga?"

he doesn’t hesitate to spend on you after a job, articulately browsing the selections of a high-end jewellery store, eyes tracking for a pretty piece- a necklace, a pair of earrings- he knows you’ll like. and the days when he’s feeling particularly good- maybe the job was a riskier one that day but they managed to come out of it unscathed- he’ll pick out a piece for you that he likes. the surprise and genuine awe on your face each time you open the leather case never fails to soften his features, his heart so full of devotion seeing you content.

he’s with you every chance he gets. he hates being apart from you, hovering behind you like a second shadow whenever you move around the house. it takes time for pope to allow himself to be this needy with you, worried that you might think he was being too clingy. you were so sweet, even if it did bother you (it didn’t), you wouldn’t even tell him, not wanting to hurt his feelings so pope gradually took your silence as encouragement. at the very beginning of your relationship, he was shy with his affection- his hand lingering in yours a beat longer before letting go, his head slumping against your shoulder whenever he’d feel tired, his body shuffling a little closer to yours whenever you were both under the covers. he can’t even explain it other than the fact that having you in his line of sight makes him feel at ease and touching you? well that just made him feel like nothing else mattered and with the life he led, it was a privilege he didn’t deserve but wasn’t going to take for granted.

im pretty sure this would actually kill someone so please don't do this. check out this for safe choking tips. its not mentioned in that blog post, but I want to jump in and say choking doesn't have to mean cutting off air flow. it is just as sexy if you press on the vein/artery on the SIDES of the neck. makes you feel all fuzzy, but make sure you trust your partner

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Charlie had always liked it rough. From the very first time you’d slept with him, you’d known that. It was what had you coming back again and again for more.