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sex had never been a problem for jackโuntil now.
contents: smut! twitter was asking for an erectile dysfunction fic so i started drafting and well, this might have been my calling. ED, a little blue pill, drug talk (jackโs on depression meds), some wine consumption, a whole host of second-hand embarrassment for jack, worldโs best wife in the reader, and of course ED wasnโt enoughโฆ loosely inspired by 02x02.
[jack abbot x fem!reader. wc: 7.2k ]
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He was a doctorโof course he read the side effects of his pills. Right?
Right?
God. Jack could barely think for himself let alone think what the fuck was on the prescription label. He especially couldnโt think straight when you were on top of him, fingers carding through his curls, and your chest pressed against his own.
Everything would be fine. Everything is fine.
It wasnโt fine. He couldnโt believe this was happening to him and when Jack Abbotโs internal alarm bells went off, anyone in a ten mile radius could hear them. All it took was one look, a not fully present kiss, and you knew something was amiss.
โJack?โ You murmured softly in his ear. He loved the feel of your breath; the warmth your body brought to his.
He swallowed hard. His jaw tensed as his chest shuddered in immediate nerves and your hands moved to cradle his face instead. Jackโs eyes avoided you like the plague, sticking to a spot over your shoulder in the direction of the tv.
โYeah?โ He barely whispered.
โAre you okay?โ
Oh, goddamnit. Shit.
Everything was really not fucking fine.
Jack hated when his shifts never lined up with your schedule. Summerโs were easier, so were those few breaks youโd get during the year, but most weeks it felt like you were ships passing in the night.
You were his wife, not a โsometimes companionโ depending on the day. So, when he had off, there was nothing he loved more than being at your side. Watching mindless television, going to the grocery store, listening to you complain about your job, and everything in between. He loved it. Jack never thought that chance would come again and when it did, he promised himself that the time he gave to you would be nothing short of devotion.
And, when the time to โloveโ became a little more intimate, Jack gave you everything you could ask for. Youโd never had a more generous lover, in all sense of the word.
He cared so deeply about you that he was too easily forgetful about his own needs. Jack never liked when you tried to make it all about himโheโd had enough attention in the last twenty years to last him a lifetime in solitude. In return, Jackโs altar was beside you, on top of you, under you, and anywhere near you.
Therefore, when he sacrificed his time away from you to save the lives of strangers, it was only right for him to recompense through the most natural form of intimacy.
But it had been five days. Five days of back to back night shifts where he left you sleeping in bed and you left him walking out the door with your work bag in hand. There had been a light in the distance, Saturday, when his schedule finally broke and you were both off to enjoy each otherโs company.
He cooked, you cleaned, and then youโd both retired to the sofa where your feet landed in his lap and a movie youโd seen a thousand times played quietly as days-long lodged conversations started to flow.
Then, you shuffled into his lap and Jack knew something was wrong before even started.
His lips met yours and you melted. Youโd been so quick to fall into him, wrapping your arms around him, and pressing down into his lap that it felt needy. Tilting his head back, your fingers pulled at his curls to open him up to you. His kiss deepened and you couldnโt fight the smile on your face.
You laughed, breaking apart.
โWhat?โ Jack asked incredulously. His eyes darted between yours as your hand brushed back his hair.
โNothing.โ You shook your head. โI just love you.โ
Jackโs hands ran up and down your sides gently. โWell now itโs cheesy if I say it back.โ
โNo.โ Your nose bumped into his. โYou could never make it cheesy.โ
โIโm pretty sure I could,โ Jack admitted with a peck. He let his hands wander down your sides, feeling the skin of your ass before smoothing down your legs and holding them down on himself. โI love you.โ
โHow much?โ
โEh. โ He shrugged, leading you to lean back and swat at his chest immediately before pressing into his pecs with your palms.
โCruel,โ you gasped. โYouโre just evil.โ
โI donโt know about that.โ He removed his hands from your body and placed them on top of yours. โBut I donโt think a measurement exists for how much I really do.โ
Not cruel. Just utterly adoring beyond comprehension.
You leaned in, kissing him again and again and each one ended longer than the last. He brought your hands back to his hair and encouraged a rougher grip. Jackโs tongue was the first to ask for silent permission to which you welcomed it with your own.
You couldnโt remember the last time you made out like teenagers on the couch.
And for ten minutes, you did only that.
Lips swollen and blood rushing in your body, there was something exhilarating about having waited so long to have sex this week. Five days wasnโt a world record for either of you but it felt like a necessary end to it.
Only you were expecting to feel something after ten minutes.
One of your hands slipped from his shoulders and entered the few inches of space between your bodies to grope him above his sweats. You had felt that simply being on top wasnโt enoughโyou would have felt his erection if you didโbut this was the second time in three weeks that grinding on him didnโt work in getting him aroused.
Jackโs attention broke away from your lips and to your neck. His stubble grazed your skin with a roughness youโd only accept from his face. He lathered and sucked, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you feel his desire through his lips.
As you met his groin, you felt the outline of his cock still limp between his spread legs. Gently trailing to the head, you molded your hand around it and rubbed to the base. Jackโs forehead fell to your shoulder and you couldnโt help but be satisfied, leaning your own into him.
Jack. Your Jack.
Your hand never stopped going. Slowly, you felt the minutes pass and you put more pressure in your grip and the air around Jack began to change. His kisses stopped, your fingers intertwined with his curls at the base of his head werenโt met with the same sighs, and his own hands loosened their grasp.
On the inside, Jack was having an existential crisis.
He knew it was going to happen.
It was the same goddamn thing from three weeks ago and heโd wrote it off as some kind of fluke. He was tired. Heโd worn himself thin from a bad night and three weeks ago, sex wasnโt in the cards heโd been dealt. But now? Again?
Jack dug his forehead further into your shoulder to thinkโwhich was practically impossible for him to do in this state. Yet he tried. He thought back on any changes to his body and any signs he might have missed but the only possibilities he could think about were his age and his meds.
If it was his age, he was just about ready to croak off now. 50. Jack was only 50 fucking years old and he never imagined what the hell life would be like with erectile dysfunction at this age. Heโd take it to his grave, he swore to God, but there was one other problem that he just couldnโt shake.
Those meds.
A switch from his therapist a few appointments ago to Zoloft, which was what he was supposed to be taking for years. But just like good medicine, sometimes finding the right balance was hard and it took time.
His therapist had warned him, right?
He was a doctorโof course he read the side effects of his pills. Right?
Right?
God. Jack could barely think for himself let alone think what the fuck was on the prescription label. He especially couldnโt think straight when you were on top of him, fingers carding through his curls and your chest pressed against his own.
Everything would be fine. Everything is fine.
It wasnโt fine. He couldnโt believe this was happening to him and when Jack Abbotโs internal alarm bells went off, anyone in a ten mile radius could hear them. All it took was one look, a not fully present kiss, and you knew something was amiss.
โJack?โ You murmured softly in his ear. He loved the feel of your breath; the warmth your body brought to his.
He swallowed hard. His jaw tensed as his chest shuddered in immediate nerves and your hands moved to cradle his face instead. Jackโs eyes avoided you like the plague, sticking to a spot over your shoulder in the direction of the tv.
โYeah?โ He barely whispered.
โAre you okay?โ
Oh, goddamnit. Shit.
Everything was really not fucking fine.
He was falling apart. Jack couldnโt even look you in the eye because now he couldnโt have sex with his beautiful fucking wife and the world was basically ending.
โYeah,โ he barely squeaked out.
You saw through him and he could feel the pity in the way your thumbs rubbed softly on his cheeks.
โI think I need to use the bathroom,โ he blurted out and discarded you to the side of the couch.
In his first attempt to stand, Jack struggled to gain momentum off the couch and the redness of embarrassment from another one of his problems inched up the back of his neck like a rash.
Holy shit, he thought. This is the worst day of my life.
He tried harder the second time to avoid your helping hands and rushed off to the bedroom, shutting the door so hard it reverberated throughout the house. Beelining for the sink, Jackโs hands strained the edges of it until his knuckles were white.
โWhat the fuck!โ He scolded himself in a brash whisper. โWhat the fuck is wrong with you!?โ
This wasnโt happening to him. This was all a dream. A really, god awful, terrible, no good dream that would be over in a matter of minutes. Heโd wake up, sun shining, and never deal with this again.
He slapped a hand across his face. It was not a fucking dream.
โHoly shit,โ Jackโs words were now nothing but saddened, pathetic whimpering. โThis is not fucking happening to me right now.โ
From outside the door, you leaned against the frame and let him wallow. Those little blue pills in the back of the cabinet had been pushed away out of spite and this time, you knew he just needed to face the reality of his situation. But that reality was hard to fathom after a lifetime of one activity never having been a problem. He couldnโt have just this one thing?
Jack opened the cabinet and pulled out his Zoloft bottle. Unraveling the prescription label, his eyes raced down to side effects and right there โErectile Dysfunctionโ laughed at him. He tossed the bottle in the sink.
โJack?โ You knuckles rapped against the door. โAre you alright in there?โ
โFine!โ He replied too quickly.
โCan I come in?โ
He squeezed his eyes shut. โIโd rather you not.โ
โYouโre not gonna dump your meds are you?โ
โNo,โ his tone was still sad. โThatโs probably a bad idea.โ
Jack could hear your hum. He imagined the look on your face and how youโd probably kick him to the curb now that he was completely defective.
โJack, I think you need to talk to me about this.โ
โNo,โ he drug out the word. โI donโt think so.โ
โHoney.โ
He said your name firmly in return.
โIโm coming in.โ You didnโt give him any time because as soon as he got a syllable out, the door was open.
Jackโs eyes caught yours in the mirror.
โItโs okay, Jack.โ
He shook his head. โItโs not.โ
โYes, it is.โ
โWell thatโs easy for you to say,โ he couldnโt help the attitude that slipped out. โYou donโt have a broken fucking dick.โ
โI donโt have a dick but I do have a libido.โ
โItโs not that, baby,โ Jack sighed. โItโs not that I donโt want to have sex. I do. Very badly, might I add. But itโs like thisโโ he pointed to his brain โโjust doesnโt want to work and tell the other parts of my body to do their jobs.โ
Your brows furrowed in concern. โIs it the nightmares again?โ
โNo.โ He shook his head and realized that you didnโt fully grasp it because of two things: you werenโt in healthcare and you didnโt have PTSD like he did. โTheyโre fine. Theyโve been fine.โ
โI canโt help you if you donโt tell me, Jack.โ
You approached him, settling for resting your hand along his back and feeling his tense muscles underneath the fabric of his tee.
โA side effect of the meds,โ he gestured weakly to the bottle in the sink. โI canโt get it up.โ
โThatโs one way to put it,โ you mumbled and picked up the bottle.
โMy doctor gave meโโ Jack didnโt want the words to form.
Your rubbed soothingly on his back. He loved you so much.
โWhat did he give you?โ
Jack reopened the cabinet and shuffled items to the side before landing on a small white bottle with VIAGRA plastered in blue on the front. His stomach lurched at the thought of needing to take one. Jack held it tightly in his fist in a refusal to show you.
You saw the bottle immediately when he brought it home. Jack was never as sly as he thought he was. He tried hiding your engagement ring for six weeks before proposing but you found it the day after the purchase because he stuffed it the garage where he kept all the spare keys.
He just hadnโt thought that maybe youโd lock your keys inside of the house one day.
Still, he clutched onto the white bottle as though if he dropped it, his problem wasnโt real. He could keep trying. Maybe it would just take a little bit longer than normal but eventually, heโd get hard and you could sail smoothly into the night.
โAre you gonna show me?โ You asked patiently.
โI donโt really want to.โ
โIโm not embarrassed if you need to use one, you know?โ
His eyes pinched closed. โI feel like a fucking failure.โ
You exhaled deeply, placing your hand over his fist, and dipping your head to better look at him.
โLook at me, Jack.โ
He couldnโt. He just couldnโt.
โJack,โ you pressed once more. โLook at me.โ
โThis has never been a problem,โ he said lowly. Jackโs tone lingered on disappointment but aired a frustration that sounded sexier than he meant it. โI donโt know why I canโt be normal in this one fucking way but of course not! Of course not. Noโฆ the goddamn leg just wasnโt enough. The stupid fucking depression and the nightmares and my joint pain isnโt enough!โ
Jack rarely yelled. He bottled everything inside until it was ready to explode and it was just leaking out of him like a dam bursting.
โNone of that is your fault,โ you assured.
โWhat does it matter if it was?โ He loosened the grip on the bottle and it rolled into the sink beside the Zoloft.
โJack. I donโt care if we have sex tonight, okay? Itโs not the end of the world for me.โ
โIt sure fucking feels like it for me.โ
โI know it does,โ you empathized. โBut if youโre not ready to try the pills, then we donโt have to do anything. I can wait for you.โ
โI donโt deserve you,โ Jack whispered. โThis is so inconvenient.โ
โWhat would life be without them?โ
He breathed in as your hand continued to rub his back and calm him down. Jack glanced down at the bottle, cursing the elephant in the room. He mumbled underneath his breath and even though you were standing beside him, you didnโt catch it.
โWhat?โ
โIt takesโฆโ his words were muffled again.
โAre you having a stroke?โ You asked honestly.
โNo,โ he heaved. โIf I take oneโฆ it would take around an hour to work.โ
โOkay,โ you replied cautiously. It was his choice, you made that clear.
โAnd itโs not likeโฆ magical. Plus we had a whole bottle of wine with dinner and that might make it worse.โ
โTrying to get hard or the erection?โ
โBoth?โ He said like it was a question. Heโs the doctor. He should know.
โIf you wanted to try it, and it doesnโt work out, then you never have to use one again.โ
Jack hummed. โI might have to eat you out for awhile.โ
โJesus,โ you laughed. โDonโt try to be sly about it.โ
His lips quirked into a small smile, one youโd missed seeing in his despair. Jack picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap.
โI swear to God that if anything goes wrong, I will jump off the fucking roof.โ
โYou canโt say that,โ you lamented. โYouโre literally the last person who should joke about that.โ
โIโm kidding.โ He popped a pill into his mouth. โI canโt let you fall in love with someone else.โ
โHow kind of you to think about me.โ
Jack flipped on the sink, cupped his hands under the faucet, and swallowed the pill in one gulp. There was no turning back now.
โWell?โ You asked him as he wiped his mouth dry.
โWell what?โ
โYou want to finish what you started?โ
He locked eyes with you in the mirror and opened his mouth to object to the statement. You climbed into his lap. You kissed him first. But he saw a glimmer of hope that maybe the little blue pill would be a good thing for the both of you tonight and forgot about it. Jack nodded instead.
โGet on the bed.โ
Whatever the little blue pill did, it gave Jack an ounce of courage back and fuck, could you feel it.
Jack had been on you from the moment you laid down on the bed. In silence, he stripped off your clothes one by one and settled between your thighs ready to give. And for the past thirty minutes, youโd been close twice before he drew back and smiled at you as his cheek rested against your leg.
Every time he did, you had to look away.
He was so sweet. Jack, the man who does anything for anyone, looked at you like you held the moon.
You fought a grin by biting down on your lip and had your arm flying over your eyes to shield his own impenetrable stare from reaching you. And then his mouth was on you again, tongue lightly flicking your clit as he slipped two fingers inside.
You writhed, body shaking lightly in pleasure as his hands grew more firm around your thighs and minimized any distance between you. Jack figured if he could lay atop the mattress and grind into it that it would replace the need for you to jerk him off for five minutes, and he was right.
The combination of periodically rutting against the mattress, listening to your sweet sounds, and feeling you squeeze his fingers was sheer poison.
He curled his fingers up inside of you, sliding them in and out in the same direction until your moans turned into a whine that spelled out his name.
โJack,โ you breathed in heavily.
Your hand fell from your eyes and trailed over one of your breasts, squeezing it, pinching the nipple just hard enough before fanning out on the comforter. Jack removed his fingers to let his tongue sink lower, pushing into you softer and wetter than before. His mouth devoured you; a sickening slurp of his saliva and your wetness had your mouth falling open, silent in disbelief that not an hour ago, you didnโt think this was going to happen.
โS-shit, Jack.โ
He slowed down, sparing a glance at your face before deciding to back off. His pointer finger replaced where his nose was grazing your clit. Jack pressed down there, moving in small circles as your hips moved with him.
โThat feel good?โ He asked softly.
โI think that fucking pill gave you superpowers,โ you spat out fast. โHoly shit.โ
โMagicalโ his ass. It was certifiably otherworldly.
โMight just have been a long time since weโve done this.โ
You agreed, moaning a โyeahโ in reply.
โSweetheart,โ Jack said like a question. โI hate to do this to youโฆโ
โWhat?โ You sat up so quickly that you got a little dizzy. โWhatโs wrong?โ
โNothing.โ Jack couldnโt hide his blush. There was no easy way to say โIโm hard now, let me fuck youโ after having a meltdown.
His throat bobbed and you caught it.
โYou ready?โ
Jack nodded and you retuned it with a nod of your own. โOkay, yeah. Alrightโโ
โWhy does this feel like Iโm losing my virginity again?โ He joked. His laugh barely sounded like one because the second he sat up on his knees, his erection was all he could look at.
Jack had never been embarrassed by his cock before.
โIf this is how you lost your virginity, Iโd be a little nervous,โ you scoffed. โSit back against the headboard.โ
He didnโt argue with you which was a rarity it terms of control. Nothing was really in his control right now and it was making his anxiety shoot through the roof.
Jack shuffled back to the headboard and slipped off his shirt. He helped you pull down his sweats carefully and even though he didnโt feel like you had to be, he was grateful for your gentleness. At the sight of his prosthetic, you tipped your head knowingly at him.
โWhy didnโt you take this off yet?โ
โI forgot,โ he feigned innocence.
โMhm,โ you judged and took it off for him. โSure you did.โ
With his prosthetic resting on the floor against the bedside table, you resumed your position in his lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulder while your free hand wrapped around him. Youโd never been with someone who needed to take a Viagra before. Jack felt different and you knew how he felt in your hands.
His dick felt firmerโless like his own and more like one that was being controlled.
Your hand went from tip to base and back and he jolted.
โSorry,โ he apologized. โItโs like my nerves are on fire.โ
โDoes it feel bad?โ
His nose brushed yours as he shook his head. Jack didnโt tell you to stop so you kept pumping him mildly.
โIt feels really fucking good, actually.โ
โYeah?โ You smiled.
โYeah.โ
Jack kissed you with everything he could muster. He gripped your bare hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your skin until he felt like you werenโt going to disappear. You put more tension in your fist and he groaned, precum escaping him and making your job easier.
โDo you feel like youโre ready?โ You kissed him lazily, pulling on his bottom lip enough for it to bounce back.
He chased your lips. โWhat ifโโ
โHoney,โ you soothed. โWeโll get there, okay?โ
โOkay,โ he accepted. He nodded, looking you in the eye and giving you the reassurance he also needed.
Lifting up in his lap, you guided him to your entrance and sunk down slowly. The feeling was overwhelming and you both needed time to adjust. Jackโs head fell back against the bed frame as far as he could go, clenching his jaw enough where the muscles strained on his face.
โYouโre fine, Jack,โ you cooed in his ear. Soft pants met his cheek as his hardness was unlike anything youโd experienced. โBreathe, baby.โ
Your nails raked the base of his skull.
โKeep going,โ he bit out. โYouโre squeezing me so tight.โ
โI guess weโve both been โrejuvenated,โ huh?โ
Jack wasnโt overly appreciative of your humor but you moved anyway, testing the waters of your bounces and grinds before settling into a rhythm that suited you. His cock stretched you wide and every time you sank back down, it was as though he never filled you in the first place. A spark of exhilaration bloomed. This was so different, so minutely different, that it felt new.
Jackโs hands groped your ass to help ease the strain on your thighs the longer you went. His lips swapped duties between connecting with yours and finding the skin of your neck, collarbone, and chest peppered with affection. Jack listened to your soft mewls. He soaked in the whispers of sweet nothings and the shaky gasps you couldnโt help.
He wanted you close.
Jack needed you to mold into him like he was showered in rain. He pulled you close; arms wrapped up around you so tight there was no escaping his embrace.
He nipped at your chin. Low and rough, Jack spoke to you. โI love you so much.โ
Jackโs nose trailed up your cheek, bumping into yours and seeking your lips again.
โYou have no idea how much I love you.โ
โJack,โ you whined with a grin. A shake in your legs had him running his hands over your back, soothing you now instead.
โI know youโre ready, baby.
โYeah,โ you nodded. โIโm close.โ
โWhat do you need from me?โ He asked willingly.
You shook your head. โI-fuck, nothing. I justโโ
Jack bent his knees the best he could and the angle his cock was hitting changed on a thrust. Deep and unforgiving, your fingernails dug into his skin hard. Jack murmured appreciation, egging you on to the finish line and neglecting himself.
You were too wrapped up in the feeling. The building of a week, the racing of your heart, to think for a second that he was nowhere near close to his orgasm.
โCome on, sweetheart. Iโve got you.โ
He felt the falter in your hips.
Your orgasm shook you from Heaven to Hell and backโeven if believing it was hard to fathom. Jackโs hand flew to the back of your head, holding you into him as the aftershocks of muscle spasms lingered seconds after your breathing began to settle. You returned his kisses with your own against his neck and shoulder. The freckles on his body were reminders of all the places he had ever been kissed and you were adding to thatโon top of ones that already existed, beside them, and in the spaces that laid empty of any.
He wouldnโt remember them in every lifetime but you liked to imagine that all of his freckles were kisses from you.
As your brain recovered from the fuzzy glow and you realized that Jack was still rock hard inside of you.
โDo you want me toโโ
โNo,โ Jack cut you off. โNo, itโs fine. Itโs justโฆ I think it takes time.โ
โBut now you havenโt evenโฆโ you trailed your response with a flick of your eyes downwards. โI canโt leave you like that.โ
โBaby, it could take an hour.โ
You glanced at the alarm clock on his side of the bed. The time read 11:47.
โWeโve got time.โ
Jack shook his head. โIโm not gonna let you give me a handy for an hour.โ
โHey,โ you tugged on his earlobe lightly. โIโve got a mouth too.โ
โItโs fine,โ he reassured but you werenโt buying it. His mouth quirked to the side in thought. โWould you hate me if I asked you to clean up alone?โ
You ran your thumb along his jawline.
โI could never hate you, Jack. Iโve lived this long, I think I can handle one less aftercare shower.โ
โIt makes me feel like an asshole.โ
โYouโre not. I promise you.โ
Carefully, you lifted up from his lap and let him slip out. You avoided looking at him so he didnโt find another reason to be embarrassed about something that impacted millions of menโespecially those who were on medication for concerns far more important than simply erectile dysfunction.
He watched you disappear into the bathroom and shut the door with a click before he put his pillow to his face and yelled into it.
The prescription tag read as follows:
Prolonged erection greater than 4 hours and priapism (painful erections greater than 6 hours in duration) have been reported infrequently since market approval of VIAGRA. In the event of an erection that persists longer than 4 hours, the patient should seek immediate medical assistance. If priapism is not treated immediately, penile tissue damage and permanent loss of potency could result.
Jack had to put his readers on to even see the label.
โโฆ if priapism is not treated immediately, penile tissue damage and permanent lossโฆโ he repeated the label back to himself to make sure he read it correctly.
His eyes flitted to his phone, touching the screen to light up a big 7:30 AM and a picture of both of your smiling faces beaming back at him.
This might not have been the actual worst day of his life but it was second.
His crutches clicked against the floor as he approached your side of the bed. He hated waking you up when you were clearly dead to the world. Laid face first into your pillow, he rested a hand on your back and shook you gently.
โBaby?โ
You barely bristled. He repeated the action, calling out your name louder.
โHm?โ You grumbled in slight annoyance.
Jack shifted uncomfortably on the bed, wincing as he turned wrong and made his sweatpants tighter than they already were.
โDonโt be alarmed,โ he started and realized how quickly those were the wrong words. You sat up abruptly, face twisted in concern as he tried not to cry from the pain his fucking dick wonโt stop causing.
โWhat!?โ You searched his face for an answer. โWhat happened!?โ
โYou gotta calm down.โ Jack moved his arm to block your view.
โAbout what? Whatโs wrong?โ
โI seem to be having a littleโฆ complication.โ
Your brows furrowed. โA complication?โ
Jack clicked his tongue with a nod. Your eyes darted down too obviously to his pants and back to his face. His erection was blatant. It practically waved at you from behind his arm.
โDoes it have anything to do with that?โ You said above a whisper. โWhy do you have such bad morning wood?โ
Jack groaned, again, completely at odds with himself.
โRemember when we had that bottle of red with dinner?โ You nodded. โWell it turns out that sometimes while meds can cause the problem, mixing alcohol with the little blue pill causesโฆ other problems.โ
โAnd this canโt be solved with an orgasm?โ
โNot after more than six hours.โ
Your eyes bugged out of your head. โSix hours!? Jack, what the fuck!โ
โI thought it was going to go away!โ
You swiftly moved out of bed and shrugged on a sweatshirt. Jack watched you pilfer the room for socks and shoes and leggings and just sat there helplessly on the edge of the bed with his crutches one inch from sliding off of it. You didnโt say anything and that made it worse for him.
โIโm sorry,โ Jack spoke up.
โWhat are you sorry for?โ You opened his drawer and pulled out a fresh tee. โItโs not your fault.โ
โIt feels like it is.โ
โWell itโs not, Jack. So stop apologizing and get your leg on.โ
โI canโt bend over.โ
You tossed the shirt to him. โWeโre going in.โ
โWhere?โ
โThe ED.โ
โNo,โ he said with a nervous laugh. โNo the fuck we are not.โ
โYou say that like you have a choice, Mr. Abbot.โ Oh. He didnโt like that. โTurns out that doctors are truly the worst patients. Your night shift is gone, Robbyโs gotta beโโ
โI am not letting Robby see me like this.โ The thought repulsed him so badly that it made his skin crawl.
โThen someone else will help us,โ you clarified. โThe longer we wait the worse Iโll assume it will be for you. Iโm not driving you to Presby or Mercy when I know the ones that can help you the best.โ
โIโll never live this down.โ His eyes filled with ashamed tears and every now and then, youโd seen Jack down on his luck.
A terrible shift, a long week, anniversaries heโd rather not haveโฆ but he stared at you from the bed and he looked so small. His salt and pepper hair was flat from restless sleep and the scruff on his face couldnโt hide the jumble of thoughts pouring out of him. You moved to stand in front of him, grasping his face between two hands, and forcing him to look you in the eye.
โYou are the strongest, most resilient man I have ever met. Youโve taken care of me more times than I can count and now, itโs my turn to help you the best way I know how. This is bad now, yeahโฆ it is,โ you nodded in agreement, โbut itโs not forever. After this, youโll call your therapist and tell him what happened and we will try again when things are better.โ
A tear steamed down his cheek and you wiped it away with your finger.
โItโs okay to be embarrassed, honey.โ
โIโm gonna make this up to you,โ Jack settled. โI promise.โ
โOkay.โ You didnโt need him to. However, if it made him feel better, sure. Your hands tapped his face twice before letting go. โLetโs go, Soldier.โ
The PTMC Emergency Room wasnโt an unfamiliar sight, but it wasnโt one you frequented.
It bustled with far too much chaos and while your own career had its fair share, there was something about Jackโs place of work that made you feel ill just looking at it. Death, hurt, pain, and suffering wrapped up in four walls, some windows, and doors.
And now Jack sat outside of it in a wheelchair because he refused to go in on his crutches.
โJust go in and tell Dana Iโm out here.โ
โSomeone is going to have to come and get you anyway, so just come with me.โ
Jack begged, โplease.โ
โJesus Christ.โ
Luckily, Dana was talking with a young nurse at the hub when the ambulance bay doors opened wide. You kept in a straight line to her, not distracted by the sounds and the yelling coming from one of the many rooms. Dana was halfway through a sentence when she glanced over her shoulder and did a double take.
โHey stranger,โ she beamed. โI havenโt seen you in a long time.โ
The young nurse beside her, Emma, smiled at you in the awkward way you did when you didnโt know someoneโs friend.
โHi Dana,โ you greeted.
โJackโs not here,โ her eyes questioned you. Jack had been scheduled off for the next couple days so there was no telling where heโd be other than at his house.
โWell,โ you let out a loose, barely amused chuckle, โfunny you should say that.โ
โIs he okay?โ
โNot reallyโฆ I justโwe justโneed this on the down low, alright? He really doesnโt want anyone to know heโs here.โ
She nodded understandingly and grabbed an iPad from the counter. โWhere is he?โ
โOut in the ambulance bay. I put him in a wheelchair.โ
โShould I get Robbโโ
โNo!โ You said loudly and shook your head. โGod, no. Sorry.โ
Emma jumped at the sound and her eyes darted to the bay. โCan I help?โ
Your face scrunched. Jack would rather not traumatize a new nurse so early in the shift.
โIs Donnie around? Or Dr. Al-Hashimi?โ
โYeah.โ Dana patted Emma on the shoulder. โGo get โem and weโll put Dr. Abbot in Room 7.โ
Dana rounded the hub and put a hand on your shoulder. As she stepped further away, she pressed about the situation.
โYou know, you two arenโt getting any younger. You canโt go at it like rabbits.โ
โDana,โ you scolded with a smile. โThatโsโthatโs not it.โ
โWhat happened?โ
All that was needed to be said were three little words:
โLittle blue pill.โ
Jack heard the hiss of the ambulance bay open and Dana walked up to him with a laugh buried in her throat. Jack was wearing a hat and glasses like a superhero in disguise and his backpack flipped over so no one could see the name angled in his lap.
โDonโt fucking say it, Evans. Donโt.โ
โIโm not!โ She held up her hands in defense.
โDana said sheโs gonna help. No one needs to know.โ
You grabbed his crutches off the wall and followed closely as Dana wheeled him into Room 7 and pulled the curtains. She left still fighting amusement as Donnie entered with Baran.
โDr. Abbot,โ she said fondly. โI wasnโt expecting to see you today.โ
โI think we both had different ideas about how today would go.โ
Jack took off his glasses and hat, passing them off to you. The bag stayed lumped in his lap.
โSo, what brings you in today?โ
There was a second of silence and then:
โI seem to have a bit of aโฆ priapism problem.โ
Baranโs eyes widened and Donnie hesitated putting on his second glove.
โAnd how long has the erection lasted?โ Jack hated how she pronounced the word loud and clear. He looked at you, shrugging for a loose approximation of time.
โMaybe aroundโฆ since 11 or so?โ You informed.
โSo somewhere around 8 hours?โ She asked and motioned for Donnie to put the bed rails down. โDoes that seem accurate?โ
You both nodded. Donnie wheeled Jack over to the bed and he hesitated, looking at you to help him instead. You handed Jack his crutches and as he stood, both Donnie and Baran tried to be respectful and looked away from Jackโs body.
โDr. Abbot, Iโm going to have to ask you some questions about your medical history, medications, and so forth. Is that okay with you?โ
โI think you can just call me Jack now,โ he grunted as he shuffled onto the bed.
โCan you tell me what medications you take?โ
โI-uh, take um, 100 mg of Zoloft, 3 mg of Prazosin for sleeping, and Cyclobenzaprine as needed, 5 mg three times a day, but I havenโt needed it lately.โ
โAnd for the priapism problem?โ She slipped on her own gloves.
โI took one Viagra.โ
โHave you taken one before?โ
โNo,โ Jack admitted. โMy therapist changed one of my medications to Zoloft two months ago and ordered it as a precaution.โ
Baran nodded in understanding and as she sat down on a stool and rolled closer, Jackโs hand shot out to yours and squeezed tightly.
โDid he explain the side effects of taking those medications together?โ
โYes,โ Jack recalled. โBut we must have hadโฆ three glasses of wine last night and Iโm pretty certain thatโs the reason it wonโt go away. A reaction, if you will.โ
โYouโre not wrong.โ She smiled at him kindly, then to you.
โHow long have you been married? I donโt think weโve ever met.โ
โSix years,โ you told her. โAnd it seems weโre always finding something new to experience together.โ
โItโs a good thing,โ Baran assured. โImagine living a life where itโs normal and boring all the time. At least youโll be able to laugh about it later.โ
Her eyes found Jackโs and he knew she needed to look at him more closely.
โWhat happens in this room, Dr. Abbot, stays in this room. Got it?โ
He nodded and focused on a spot across the wall as Donnie hovered behind Baran. Your hand covered his, rubbing gentle circles to ease the discomfort.
โWas this a special occasion or something?โ Donnie asked Jack. โOr just a regular Saturday night for you two?โ
โJust a Saturday night,โ he said shyly. Jack, being bashful? You relished it.
โI gotta say Doc, your wifeโs a lucky woman. Who knew Dr. Abbot hit the genetic lottery.โ
The blush that overtook his body was a deeper red than his penis. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering the choked laugh before it could escape but Donnie was grinning like the Cheshire Cat and keeping it in was practically impossible. Baran bit down on her tongue.
But Jack knew how to bite back too. โIf your idea of the genetic lottery is a guy with 1.75 legs, then sure. Whatever floats your boat.โ
โOkay.โ Baran finished her inspection.
โI have a feeling this isnโt a cold compress kind of procedure,โ Jack wished.
Baran shook her head.
โWeโre going to need to aspirate.โ
Jack was back on his crutches after an hour with a soreness that would last hours.
โI donโt think I need to tell you what you can and cannot do in the next 24 hours,โ Baran opened up the curtain and immediately Jack locked eyes with Dana.
โNo, you donโt.โ
โMaybe also speak to your therapist about the prescription the next time you go?โ
Jack gave you a closed mouth smile. โI already heard that from this one.โ
โShe knows what sheโs talking about it seems,โ Baran nodded in approval.
The door opened up and Donnie held it for Jack to escape from. The RN held out his fist, asking Jack wordlessly to bump it.
Jack obliged.
โMy man,โ Donnie grinned. He slapped a hand on Jackโs shoulder before walking to a computer.
โIโm never filling in for day shift again, ever,โ Jack told you over his shoulder.
โAll good, Jack?โ Dana asked from the hub as you both passed by.
โNever better.โ Jack kept going towards the door.
โThanks Dana for your help,โ you said appreciatively. โIf he never tells you, heโs thankful too. And Iโm sure it wonโt happen again.โ
The doors to Trauma Bay 2 opened with a whoosh. Jack, still on the slow run on his crutches out of the ED never looked back, but Robby caught sight of him as he sanitized his hands.
โWoah!โ He exaggerated. โWhatโs Jack doing here?โ
โHeโs going home,โ Dana informed and you gave a small wave to Jackโs work wife. He hated when you called Robby that but it didnโt make it any less true.
โJust a little accident.โ
โJack!โ Robby called after him but Jack didnโt care.
โAdios! Goodbye!โ He said your name loudly followed by a โhurry up!โ
You tapped the counter. โSorry. The princess needs a ride home.โ
โOh, I canโt wait to call him that,โ Robby laughed.
โItโs the least of his problems right now.โ
They watched you trail behind your husband who, once through the second door, turned and waited for you patiently. You kissed him gently before walking out of view and inside of the PTMC, the world continued to turn.
Robby looked at Dana with a question and Baran walked away before he could ask her anything remotely related to Jack. But Donnieโฆ Donnie just canโt keep anything to himself.
He turned to Robby in his swivel chair.
โDid you know Abbotโs packinโ heat down there?โ
A/N: i wrote this straight over three days after not writing for about a year. crazy how that works, huh?
i hope the twitter divas find this.
comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated! it keeps us writing!
a loose sequel has been posted: the heart skips a beat
I highkey forgot authors also see public reblogs๐ญ. Itโs actually a really good compliment!! I just have friends who will occasionally lurk on my main and I donโt need them knowing this much about me. If anything the fic was one of the reasons why I made my sideblog. Sorry for the confusion, itโs def NOT criticism.
๐๐ I totally get it!! believe me, my friends will not read anything I write bc they said they would never look at me the same wayโฆ which is understandable. and tbh I didnโt think so!! I just never know with what some people say ๐
sex had never been a problem for jackโuntil now.
contents: smut! twitter was asking for an erectile dysfunction fic so i started drafting and well, this might have been my calling. ED, a little blue pill, drug talk (jackโs on depression meds), some wine consumption, a whole host of second-hand embarrassment for jack, worldโs best wife in the reader, and of course ED wasnโt enoughโฆ loosely inspired by 02x02.
[jack abbot x fem!reader. wc: 7.2k ]
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He was a doctorโof course he read the side effects of his pills. Right?
Right?
God. Jack could barely think for himself let alone think what the fuck was on the prescription label. He especially couldnโt think straight when you were on top of him, fingers carding through his curls, and your chest pressed against his own.
Everything would be fine. Everything is fine.
It wasnโt fine. He couldnโt believe this was happening to him and when Jack Abbotโs internal alarm bells went off, anyone in a ten mile radius could hear them. All it took was one look, a not fully present kiss, and you knew something was amiss.
โJack?โ You murmured softly in his ear. He loved the feel of your breath; the warmth your body brought to his.
He swallowed hard. His jaw tensed as his chest shuddered in immediate nerves and your hands moved to cradle his face instead. Jackโs eyes avoided you like the plague, sticking to a spot over your shoulder in the direction of the tv.
โYeah?โ He barely whispered.
โAre you okay?โ
Oh, goddamnit. Shit.
Everything was really not fucking fine.
Jack hated when his shifts never lined up with your schedule. Summerโs were easier, so were those few breaks youโd get during the year, but most weeks it felt like you were ships passing in the night.
You were his wife, not a โsometimes companionโ depending on the day. So, when he had off, there was nothing he loved more than being at your side. Watching mindless television, going to the grocery store, listening to you complain about your job, and everything in between. He loved it. Jack never thought that chance would come again and when it did, he promised himself that the time he gave to you would be nothing short of devotion.
And, when the time to โloveโ became a little more intimate, Jack gave you everything you could ask for. Youโd never had a more generous lover, in all sense of the word.
He cared so deeply about you that he was too easily forgetful about his own needs. Jack never liked when you tried to make it all about himโheโd had enough attention in the last twenty years to last him a lifetime in solitude. In return, Jackโs altar was beside you, on top of you, under you, and anywhere near you.
Therefore, when he sacrificed his time away from you to save the lives of strangers, it was only right for him to recompense through the most natural form of intimacy.
But it had been five days. Five days of back to back night shifts where he left you sleeping in bed and you left him walking out the door with your work bag in hand. There had been a light in the distance, Saturday, when his schedule finally broke and you were both off to enjoy each otherโs company.
He cooked, you cleaned, and then youโd both retired to the sofa where your feet landed in his lap and a movie youโd seen a thousand times played quietly as days-long lodged conversations started to flow.
Then, you shuffled into his lap and Jack knew something was wrong before even started.
His lips met yours and you melted. Youโd been so quick to fall into him, wrapping your arms around him, and pressing down into his lap that it felt needy. Tilting his head back, your fingers pulled at his curls to open him up to you. His kiss deepened and you couldnโt fight the smile on your face.
You laughed, breaking apart.
โWhat?โ Jack asked incredulously. His eyes darted between yours as your hand brushed back his hair.
โNothing.โ You shook your head. โI just love you.โ
Jackโs hands ran up and down your sides gently. โWell now itโs cheesy if I say it back.โ
โNo.โ Your nose bumped into his. โYou could never make it cheesy.โ
โIโm pretty sure I could,โ Jack admitted with a peck. He let his hands wander down your sides, feeling the skin of your ass before smoothing down your legs and holding them down on himself. โI love you.โ
โHow much?โ
โEh. โ He shrugged, leading you to lean back and swat at his chest immediately before pressing into his pecs with your palms.
โCruel,โ you gasped. โYouโre just evil.โ
โI donโt know about that.โ He removed his hands from your body and placed them on top of yours. โBut I donโt think a measurement exists for how much I really do.โ
Not cruel. Just utterly adoring beyond comprehension.
You leaned in, kissing him again and again and each one ended longer than the last. He brought your hands back to his hair and encouraged a rougher grip. Jackโs tongue was the first to ask for silent permission to which you welcomed it with your own.
You couldnโt remember the last time you made out like teenagers on the couch.
And for ten minutes, you did only that.
Lips swollen and blood rushing in your body, there was something exhilarating about having waited so long to have sex this week. Five days wasnโt a world record for either of you but it felt like a necessary end to it.
Only you were expecting to feel something after ten minutes.
One of your hands slipped from his shoulders and entered the few inches of space between your bodies to grope him above his sweats. You had felt that simply being on top wasnโt enoughโyou would have felt his erection if you didโbut this was the second time in three weeks that grinding on him didnโt work in getting him aroused.
Jackโs attention broke away from your lips and to your neck. His stubble grazed your skin with a roughness youโd only accept from his face. He lathered and sucked, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you feel his desire through his lips.
As you met his groin, you felt the outline of his cock still limp between his spread legs. Gently trailing to the head, you molded your hand around it and rubbed to the base. Jackโs forehead fell to your shoulder and you couldnโt help but be satisfied, leaning your own into him.
Jack. Your Jack.
Your hand never stopped going. Slowly, you felt the minutes pass and you put more pressure in your grip and the air around Jack began to change. His kisses stopped, your fingers intertwined with his curls at the base of his head werenโt met with the same sighs, and his own hands loosened their grasp.
On the inside, Jack was having an existential crisis.
He knew it was going to happen.
It was the same goddamn thing from three weeks ago and heโd wrote it off as some kind of fluke. He was tired. Heโd worn himself thin from a bad night and three weeks ago, sex wasnโt in the cards heโd been dealt. But now? Again?
Jack dug his forehead further into your shoulder to thinkโwhich was practically impossible for him to do in this state. Yet he tried. He thought back on any changes to his body and any signs he might have missed but the only possibilities he could think about were his age and his meds.
If it was his age, he was just about ready to croak off now. 50. Jack was only 50 fucking years old and he never imagined what the hell life would be like with erectile dysfunction at this age. Heโd take it to his grave, he swore to God, but there was one other problem that he just couldnโt shake.
Those meds.
A switch from his therapist a few appointments ago to Zoloft, which was what he was supposed to be taking for years. But just like good medicine, sometimes finding the right balance was hard and it took time.
His therapist had warned him, right?
He was a doctorโof course he read the side effects of his pills. Right?
Right?
God. Jack could barely think for himself let alone think what the fuck was on the prescription label. He especially couldnโt think straight when you were on top of him, fingers carding through his curls and your chest pressed against his own.
Everything would be fine. Everything is fine.
It wasnโt fine. He couldnโt believe this was happening to him and when Jack Abbotโs internal alarm bells went off, anyone in a ten mile radius could hear them. All it took was one look, a not fully present kiss, and you knew something was amiss.
โJack?โ You murmured softly in his ear. He loved the feel of your breath; the warmth your body brought to his.
He swallowed hard. His jaw tensed as his chest shuddered in immediate nerves and your hands moved to cradle his face instead. Jackโs eyes avoided you like the plague, sticking to a spot over your shoulder in the direction of the tv.
โYeah?โ He barely whispered.
โAre you okay?โ
Oh, goddamnit. Shit.
Everything was really not fucking fine.
He was falling apart. Jack couldnโt even look you in the eye because now he couldnโt have sex with his beautiful fucking wife and the world was basically ending.
โYeah,โ he barely squeaked out.
You saw through him and he could feel the pity in the way your thumbs rubbed softly on his cheeks.
โI think I need to use the bathroom,โ he blurted out and discarded you to the side of the couch.
In his first attempt to stand, Jack struggled to gain momentum off the couch and the redness of embarrassment from another one of his problems inched up the back of his neck like a rash.
Holy shit, he thought. This is the worst day of my life.
He tried harder the second time to avoid your helping hands and rushed off to the bedroom, shutting the door so hard it reverberated throughout the house. Beelining for the sink, Jackโs hands strained the edges of it until his knuckles were white.
โWhat the fuck!โ He scolded himself in a brash whisper. โWhat the fuck is wrong with you!?โ
This wasnโt happening to him. This was all a dream. A really, god awful, terrible, no good dream that would be over in a matter of minutes. Heโd wake up, sun shining, and never deal with this again.
He slapped a hand across his face. It was not a fucking dream.
โHoly shit,โ Jackโs words were now nothing but saddened, pathetic whimpering. โThis is not fucking happening to me right now.โ
From outside the door, you leaned against the frame and let him wallow. Those little blue pills in the back of the cabinet had been pushed away out of spite and this time, you knew he just needed to face the reality of his situation. But that reality was hard to fathom after a lifetime of one activity never having been a problem. He couldnโt have just this one thing?
Jack opened the cabinet and pulled out his Zoloft bottle. Unraveling the prescription label, his eyes raced down to side effects and right there โErectile Dysfunctionโ laughed at him. He tossed the bottle in the sink.
โJack?โ You knuckles rapped against the door. โAre you alright in there?โ
โFine!โ He replied too quickly.
โCan I come in?โ
He squeezed his eyes shut. โIโd rather you not.โ
โYouโre not gonna dump your meds are you?โ
โNo,โ his tone was still sad. โThatโs probably a bad idea.โ
Jack could hear your hum. He imagined the look on your face and how youโd probably kick him to the curb now that he was completely defective.
โJack, I think you need to talk to me about this.โ
โNo,โ he drug out the word. โI donโt think so.โ
โHoney.โ
He said your name firmly in return.
โIโm coming in.โ You didnโt give him any time because as soon as he got a syllable out, the door was open.
Jackโs eyes caught yours in the mirror.
โItโs okay, Jack.โ
He shook his head. โItโs not.โ
โYes, it is.โ
โWell thatโs easy for you to say,โ he couldnโt help the attitude that slipped out. โYou donโt have a broken fucking dick.โ
โI donโt have a dick but I do have a libido.โ
โItโs not that, baby,โ Jack sighed. โItโs not that I donโt want to have sex. I do. Very badly, might I add. But itโs like thisโโ he pointed to his brain โโjust doesnโt want to work and tell the other parts of my body to do their jobs.โ
Your brows furrowed in concern. โIs it the nightmares again?โ
โNo.โ He shook his head and realized that you didnโt fully grasp it because of two things: you werenโt in healthcare and you didnโt have PTSD like he did. โTheyโre fine. Theyโve been fine.โ
โI canโt help you if you donโt tell me, Jack.โ
You approached him, settling for resting your hand along his back and feeling his tense muscles underneath the fabric of his tee.
โA side effect of the meds,โ he gestured weakly to the bottle in the sink. โI canโt get it up.โ
โThatโs one way to put it,โ you mumbled and picked up the bottle.
โMy doctor gave meโโ Jack didnโt want the words to form.
Your rubbed soothingly on his back. He loved you so much.
โWhat did he give you?โ
Jack reopened the cabinet and shuffled items to the side before landing on a small white bottle with VIAGRA plastered in blue on the front. His stomach lurched at the thought of needing to take one. Jack held it tightly in his fist in a refusal to show you.
You saw the bottle immediately when he brought it home. Jack was never as sly as he thought he was. He tried hiding your engagement ring for six weeks before proposing but you found it the day after the purchase because he stuffed it the garage where he kept all the spare keys.
He just hadnโt thought that maybe youโd lock your keys inside of the house one day.
Still, he clutched onto the white bottle as though if he dropped it, his problem wasnโt real. He could keep trying. Maybe it would just take a little bit longer than normal but eventually, heโd get hard and you could sail smoothly into the night.
โAre you gonna show me?โ You asked patiently.
โI donโt really want to.โ
โIโm not embarrassed if you need to use one, you know?โ
His eyes pinched closed. โI feel like a fucking failure.โ
You exhaled deeply, placing your hand over his fist, and dipping your head to better look at him.
โLook at me, Jack.โ
He couldnโt. He just couldnโt.
โJack,โ you pressed once more. โLook at me.โ
โThis has never been a problem,โ he said lowly. Jackโs tone lingered on disappointment but aired a frustration that sounded sexier than he meant it. โI donโt know why I canโt be normal in this one fucking way but of course not! Of course not. Noโฆ the goddamn leg just wasnโt enough. The stupid fucking depression and the nightmares and my joint pain isnโt enough!โ
Jack rarely yelled. He bottled everything inside until it was ready to explode and it was just leaking out of him like a dam bursting.
โNone of that is your fault,โ you assured.
โWhat does it matter if it was?โ He loosened the grip on the bottle and it rolled into the sink beside the Zoloft.
โJack. I donโt care if we have sex tonight, okay? Itโs not the end of the world for me.โ
โIt sure fucking feels like it for me.โ
โI know it does,โ you empathized. โBut if youโre not ready to try the pills, then we donโt have to do anything. I can wait for you.โ
โI donโt deserve you,โ Jack whispered. โThis is so inconvenient.โ
โWhat would life be without them?โ
He breathed in as your hand continued to rub his back and calm him down. Jack glanced down at the bottle, cursing the elephant in the room. He mumbled underneath his breath and even though you were standing beside him, you didnโt catch it.
โWhat?โ
โIt takesโฆโ his words were muffled again.
โAre you having a stroke?โ You asked honestly.
โNo,โ he heaved. โIf I take oneโฆ it would take around an hour to work.โ
โOkay,โ you replied cautiously. It was his choice, you made that clear.
โAnd itโs not likeโฆ magical. Plus we had a whole bottle of wine with dinner and that might make it worse.โ
โTrying to get hard or the erection?โ
โBoth?โ He said like it was a question. Heโs the doctor. He should know.
โIf you wanted to try it, and it doesnโt work out, then you never have to use one again.โ
Jack hummed. โI might have to eat you out for awhile.โ
โJesus,โ you laughed. โDonโt try to be sly about it.โ
His lips quirked into a small smile, one youโd missed seeing in his despair. Jack picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap.
โI swear to God that if anything goes wrong, I will jump off the fucking roof.โ
โYou canโt say that,โ you lamented. โYouโre literally the last person who should joke about that.โ
โIโm kidding.โ He popped a pill into his mouth. โI canโt let you fall in love with someone else.โ
โHow kind of you to think about me.โ
Jack flipped on the sink, cupped his hands under the faucet, and swallowed the pill in one gulp. There was no turning back now.
โWell?โ You asked him as he wiped his mouth dry.
โWell what?โ
โYou want to finish what you started?โ
He locked eyes with you in the mirror and opened his mouth to object to the statement. You climbed into his lap. You kissed him first. But he saw a glimmer of hope that maybe the little blue pill would be a good thing for the both of you tonight and forgot about it. Jack nodded instead.
โGet on the bed.โ
Whatever the little blue pill did, it gave Jack an ounce of courage back and fuck, could you feel it.
Jack had been on you from the moment you laid down on the bed. In silence, he stripped off your clothes one by one and settled between your thighs ready to give. And for the past thirty minutes, youโd been close twice before he drew back and smiled at you as his cheek rested against your leg.
Every time he did, you had to look away.
He was so sweet. Jack, the man who does anything for anyone, looked at you like you held the moon.
You fought a grin by biting down on your lip and had your arm flying over your eyes to shield his own impenetrable stare from reaching you. And then his mouth was on you again, tongue lightly flicking your clit as he slipped two fingers inside.
You writhed, body shaking lightly in pleasure as his hands grew more firm around your thighs and minimized any distance between you. Jack figured if he could lay atop the mattress and grind into it that it would replace the need for you to jerk him off for five minutes, and he was right.
The combination of periodically rutting against the mattress, listening to your sweet sounds, and feeling you squeeze his fingers was sheer poison.
He curled his fingers up inside of you, sliding them in and out in the same direction until your moans turned into a whine that spelled out his name.
โJack,โ you breathed in heavily.
Your hand fell from your eyes and trailed over one of your breasts, squeezing it, pinching the nipple just hard enough before fanning out on the comforter. Jack removed his fingers to let his tongue sink lower, pushing into you softer and wetter than before. His mouth devoured you; a sickening slurp of his saliva and your wetness had your mouth falling open, silent in disbelief that not an hour ago, you didnโt think this was going to happen.
โS-shit, Jack.โ
He slowed down, sparing a glance at your face before deciding to back off. His pointer finger replaced where his nose was grazing your clit. Jack pressed down there, moving in small circles as your hips moved with him.
โThat feel good?โ He asked softly.
โI think that fucking pill gave you superpowers,โ you spat out fast. โHoly shit.โ
โMagicalโ his ass. It was certifiably otherworldly.
โMight just have been a long time since weโve done this.โ
You agreed, moaning a โyeahโ in reply.
โSweetheart,โ Jack said like a question. โI hate to do this to youโฆโ
โWhat?โ You sat up so quickly that you got a little dizzy. โWhatโs wrong?โ
โNothing.โ Jack couldnโt hide his blush. There was no easy way to say โIโm hard now, let me fuck youโ after having a meltdown.
His throat bobbed and you caught it.
โYou ready?โ
Jack nodded and you retuned it with a nod of your own. โOkay, yeah. Alrightโโ
โWhy does this feel like Iโm losing my virginity again?โ He joked. His laugh barely sounded like one because the second he sat up on his knees, his erection was all he could look at.
Jack had never been embarrassed by his cock before.
โIf this is how you lost your virginity, Iโd be a little nervous,โ you scoffed. โSit back against the headboard.โ
He didnโt argue with you which was a rarity it terms of control. Nothing was really in his control right now and it was making his anxiety shoot through the roof.
Jack shuffled back to the headboard and slipped off his shirt. He helped you pull down his sweats carefully and even though he didnโt feel like you had to be, he was grateful for your gentleness. At the sight of his prosthetic, you tipped your head knowingly at him.
โWhy didnโt you take this off yet?โ
โI forgot,โ he feigned innocence.
โMhm,โ you judged and took it off for him. โSure you did.โ
With his prosthetic resting on the floor against the bedside table, you resumed your position in his lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulder while your free hand wrapped around him. Youโd never been with someone who needed to take a Viagra before. Jack felt different and you knew how he felt in your hands.
His dick felt firmerโless like his own and more like one that was being controlled.
Your hand went from tip to base and back and he jolted.
โSorry,โ he apologized. โItโs like my nerves are on fire.โ
โDoes it feel bad?โ
His nose brushed yours as he shook his head. Jack didnโt tell you to stop so you kept pumping him mildly.
โIt feels really fucking good, actually.โ
โYeah?โ You smiled.
โYeah.โ
Jack kissed you with everything he could muster. He gripped your bare hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your skin until he felt like you werenโt going to disappear. You put more tension in your fist and he groaned, precum escaping him and making your job easier.
โDo you feel like youโre ready?โ You kissed him lazily, pulling on his bottom lip enough for it to bounce back.
He chased your lips. โWhat ifโโ
โHoney,โ you soothed. โWeโll get there, okay?โ
โOkay,โ he accepted. He nodded, looking you in the eye and giving you the reassurance he also needed.
Lifting up in his lap, you guided him to your entrance and sunk down slowly. The feeling was overwhelming and you both needed time to adjust. Jackโs head fell back against the bed frame as far as he could go, clenching his jaw enough where the muscles strained on his face.
โYouโre fine, Jack,โ you cooed in his ear. Soft pants met his cheek as his hardness was unlike anything youโd experienced. โBreathe, baby.โ
Your nails raked the base of his skull.
โKeep going,โ he bit out. โYouโre squeezing me so tight.โ
โI guess weโve both been โrejuvenated,โ huh?โ
Jack wasnโt overly appreciative of your humor but you moved anyway, testing the waters of your bounces and grinds before settling into a rhythm that suited you. His cock stretched you wide and every time you sank back down, it was as though he never filled you in the first place. A spark of exhilaration bloomed. This was so different, so minutely different, that it felt new.
Jackโs hands groped your ass to help ease the strain on your thighs the longer you went. His lips swapped duties between connecting with yours and finding the skin of your neck, collarbone, and chest peppered with affection. Jack listened to your soft mewls. He soaked in the whispers of sweet nothings and the shaky gasps you couldnโt help.
He wanted you close.
Jack needed you to mold into him like he was showered in rain. He pulled you close; arms wrapped up around you so tight there was no escaping his embrace.
He nipped at your chin. Low and rough, Jack spoke to you. โI love you so much.โ
Jackโs nose trailed up your cheek, bumping into yours and seeking your lips again.
โYou have no idea how much I love you.โ
โJack,โ you whined with a grin. A shake in your legs had him running his hands over your back, soothing you now instead.
โI know youโre ready, baby.
โYeah,โ you nodded. โIโm close.โ
โWhat do you need from me?โ He asked willingly.
You shook your head. โI-fuck, nothing. I justโโ
Jack bent his knees the best he could and the angle his cock was hitting changed on a thrust. Deep and unforgiving, your fingernails dug into his skin hard. Jack murmured appreciation, egging you on to the finish line and neglecting himself.
You were too wrapped up in the feeling. The building of a week, the racing of your heart, to think for a second that he was nowhere near close to his orgasm.
โCome on, sweetheart. Iโve got you.โ
He felt the falter in your hips.
Your orgasm shook you from Heaven to Hell and backโeven if believing it was hard to fathom. Jackโs hand flew to the back of your head, holding you into him as the aftershocks of muscle spasms lingered seconds after your breathing began to settle. You returned his kisses with your own against his neck and shoulder. The freckles on his body were reminders of all the places he had ever been kissed and you were adding to thatโon top of ones that already existed, beside them, and in the spaces that laid empty of any.
He wouldnโt remember them in every lifetime but you liked to imagine that all of his freckles were kisses from you.
As your brain recovered from the fuzzy glow and you realized that Jack was still rock hard inside of you.
โDo you want me toโโ
โNo,โ Jack cut you off. โNo, itโs fine. Itโs justโฆ I think it takes time.โ
โBut now you havenโt evenโฆโ you trailed your response with a flick of your eyes downwards. โI canโt leave you like that.โ
โBaby, it could take an hour.โ
You glanced at the alarm clock on his side of the bed. The time read 11:47.
โWeโve got time.โ
Jack shook his head. โIโm not gonna let you give me a handy for an hour.โ
โHey,โ you tugged on his earlobe lightly. โIโve got a mouth too.โ
โItโs fine,โ he reassured but you werenโt buying it. His mouth quirked to the side in thought. โWould you hate me if I asked you to clean up alone?โ
You ran your thumb along his jawline.
โI could never hate you, Jack. Iโve lived this long, I think I can handle one less aftercare shower.โ
โIt makes me feel like an asshole.โ
โYouโre not. I promise you.โ
Carefully, you lifted up from his lap and let him slip out. You avoided looking at him so he didnโt find another reason to be embarrassed about something that impacted millions of menโespecially those who were on medication for concerns far more important than simply erectile dysfunction.
He watched you disappear into the bathroom and shut the door with a click before he put his pillow to his face and yelled into it.
The prescription tag read as follows:
Prolonged erection greater than 4 hours and priapism (painful erections greater than 6 hours in duration) have been reported infrequently since market approval of VIAGRA. In the event of an erection that persists longer than 4 hours, the patient should seek immediate medical assistance. If priapism is not treated immediately, penile tissue damage and permanent loss of potency could result.
Jack had to put his readers on to even see the label.
โโฆ if priapism is not treated immediately, penile tissue damage and permanent lossโฆโ he repeated the label back to himself to make sure he read it correctly.
His eyes flitted to his phone, touching the screen to light up a big 7:30 AM and a picture of both of your smiling faces beaming back at him.
This might not have been the actual worst day of his life but it was second.
His crutches clicked against the floor as he approached your side of the bed. He hated waking you up when you were clearly dead to the world. Laid face first into your pillow, he rested a hand on your back and shook you gently.
โBaby?โ
You barely bristled. He repeated the action, calling out your name louder.
โHm?โ You grumbled in slight annoyance.
Jack shifted uncomfortably on the bed, wincing as he turned wrong and made his sweatpants tighter than they already were.
โDonโt be alarmed,โ he started and realized how quickly those were the wrong words. You sat up abruptly, face twisted in concern as he tried not to cry from the pain his fucking dick wonโt stop causing.
โWhat!?โ You searched his face for an answer. โWhat happened!?โ
โYou gotta calm down.โ Jack moved his arm to block your view.
โAbout what? Whatโs wrong?โ
โI seem to be having a littleโฆ complication.โ
Your brows furrowed. โA complication?โ
Jack clicked his tongue with a nod. Your eyes darted down too obviously to his pants and back to his face. His erection was blatant. It practically waved at you from behind his arm.
โDoes it have anything to do with that?โ You said above a whisper. โWhy do you have such bad morning wood?โ
Jack groaned, again, completely at odds with himself.
โRemember when we had that bottle of red with dinner?โ You nodded. โWell it turns out that sometimes while meds can cause the problem, mixing alcohol with the little blue pill causesโฆ other problems.โ
โAnd this canโt be solved with an orgasm?โ
โNot after more than six hours.โ
Your eyes bugged out of your head. โSix hours!? Jack, what the fuck!โ
โI thought it was going to go away!โ
You swiftly moved out of bed and shrugged on a sweatshirt. Jack watched you pilfer the room for socks and shoes and leggings and just sat there helplessly on the edge of the bed with his crutches one inch from sliding off of it. You didnโt say anything and that made it worse for him.
โIโm sorry,โ Jack spoke up.
โWhat are you sorry for?โ You opened his drawer and pulled out a fresh tee. โItโs not your fault.โ
โIt feels like it is.โ
โWell itโs not, Jack. So stop apologizing and get your leg on.โ
โI canโt bend over.โ
You tossed the shirt to him. โWeโre going in.โ
โWhere?โ
โThe ED.โ
โNo,โ he said with a nervous laugh. โNo the fuck we are not.โ
โYou say that like you have a choice, Mr. Abbot.โ Oh. He didnโt like that. โTurns out that doctors are truly the worst patients. Your night shift is gone, Robbyโs gotta beโโ
โI am not letting Robby see me like this.โ The thought repulsed him so badly that it made his skin crawl.
โThen someone else will help us,โ you clarified. โThe longer we wait the worse Iโll assume it will be for you. Iโm not driving you to Presby or Mercy when I know the ones that can help you the best.โ
โIโll never live this down.โ His eyes filled with ashamed tears and every now and then, youโd seen Jack down on his luck.
A terrible shift, a long week, anniversaries heโd rather not haveโฆ but he stared at you from the bed and he looked so small. His salt and pepper hair was flat from restless sleep and the scruff on his face couldnโt hide the jumble of thoughts pouring out of him. You moved to stand in front of him, grasping his face between two hands, and forcing him to look you in the eye.
โYou are the strongest, most resilient man I have ever met. Youโve taken care of me more times than I can count and now, itโs my turn to help you the best way I know how. This is bad now, yeahโฆ it is,โ you nodded in agreement, โbut itโs not forever. After this, youโll call your therapist and tell him what happened and we will try again when things are better.โ
A tear steamed down his cheek and you wiped it away with your finger.
โItโs okay to be embarrassed, honey.โ
โIโm gonna make this up to you,โ Jack settled. โI promise.โ
โOkay.โ You didnโt need him to. However, if it made him feel better, sure. Your hands tapped his face twice before letting go. โLetโs go, Soldier.โ
The PTMC Emergency Room wasnโt an unfamiliar sight, but it wasnโt one you frequented.
It bustled with far too much chaos and while your own career had its fair share, there was something about Jackโs place of work that made you feel ill just looking at it. Death, hurt, pain, and suffering wrapped up in four walls, some windows, and doors.
And now Jack sat outside of it in a wheelchair because he refused to go in on his crutches.
โJust go in and tell Dana Iโm out here.โ
โSomeone is going to have to come and get you anyway, so just come with me.โ
Jack begged, โplease.โ
โJesus Christ.โ
Luckily, Dana was talking with a young nurse at the hub when the ambulance bay doors opened wide. You kept in a straight line to her, not distracted by the sounds and the yelling coming from one of the many rooms. Dana was halfway through a sentence when she glanced over her shoulder and did a double take.
โHey stranger,โ she beamed. โI havenโt seen you in a long time.โ
The young nurse beside her, Emma, smiled at you in the awkward way you did when you didnโt know someoneโs friend.
โHi Dana,โ you greeted.
โJackโs not here,โ her eyes questioned you. Jack had been scheduled off for the next couple days so there was no telling where heโd be other than at his house.
โWell,โ you let out a loose, barely amused chuckle, โfunny you should say that.โ
โIs he okay?โ
โNot reallyโฆ I justโwe justโneed this on the down low, alright? He really doesnโt want anyone to know heโs here.โ
She nodded understandingly and grabbed an iPad from the counter. โWhere is he?โ
โOut in the ambulance bay. I put him in a wheelchair.โ
โShould I get Robbโโ
โNo!โ You said loudly and shook your head. โGod, no. Sorry.โ
Emma jumped at the sound and her eyes darted to the bay. โCan I help?โ
Your face scrunched. Jack would rather not traumatize a new nurse so early in the shift.
โIs Donnie around? Or Dr. Al-Hashimi?โ
โYeah.โ Dana patted Emma on the shoulder. โGo get โem and weโll put Dr. Abbot in Room 7.โ
Dana rounded the hub and put a hand on your shoulder. As she stepped further away, she pressed about the situation.
โYou know, you two arenโt getting any younger. You canโt go at it like rabbits.โ
โDana,โ you scolded with a smile. โThatโsโthatโs not it.โ
โWhat happened?โ
All that was needed to be said were three little words:
โLittle blue pill.โ
Jack heard the hiss of the ambulance bay open and Dana walked up to him with a laugh buried in her throat. Jack was wearing a hat and glasses like a superhero in disguise and his backpack flipped over so no one could see the name angled in his lap.
โDonโt fucking say it, Evans. Donโt.โ
โIโm not!โ She held up her hands in defense.
โDana said sheโs gonna help. No one needs to know.โ
You grabbed his crutches off the wall and followed closely as Dana wheeled him into Room 7 and pulled the curtains. She left still fighting amusement as Donnie entered with Baran.
โDr. Abbot,โ she said fondly. โI wasnโt expecting to see you today.โ
โI think we both had different ideas about how today would go.โ
Jack took off his glasses and hat, passing them off to you. The bag stayed lumped in his lap.
โSo, what brings you in today?โ
There was a second of silence and then:
โI seem to have a bit of aโฆ priapism problem.โ
Baranโs eyes widened and Donnie hesitated putting on his second glove.
โAnd how long has the erection lasted?โ Jack hated how she pronounced the word loud and clear. He looked at you, shrugging for a loose approximation of time.
โMaybe aroundโฆ since 11 or so?โ You informed.
โSo somewhere around 8 hours?โ She asked and motioned for Donnie to put the bed rails down. โDoes that seem accurate?โ
You both nodded. Donnie wheeled Jack over to the bed and he hesitated, looking at you to help him instead. You handed Jack his crutches and as he stood, both Donnie and Baran tried to be respectful and looked away from Jackโs body.
โDr. Abbot, Iโm going to have to ask you some questions about your medical history, medications, and so forth. Is that okay with you?โ
โI think you can just call me Jack now,โ he grunted as he shuffled onto the bed.
โCan you tell me what medications you take?โ
โI-uh, take um, 100 mg of Zoloft, 3 mg of Prazosin for sleeping, and Cyclobenzaprine as needed, 5 mg three times a day, but I havenโt needed it lately.โ
โAnd for the priapism problem?โ She slipped on her own gloves.
โI took one Viagra.โ
โHave you taken one before?โ
โNo,โ Jack admitted. โMy therapist changed one of my medications to Zoloft two months ago and ordered it as a precaution.โ
Baran nodded in understanding and as she sat down on a stool and rolled closer, Jackโs hand shot out to yours and squeezed tightly.
โDid he explain the side effects of taking those medications together?โ
โYes,โ Jack recalled. โBut we must have hadโฆ three glasses of wine last night and Iโm pretty certain thatโs the reason it wonโt go away. A reaction, if you will.โ
โYouโre not wrong.โ She smiled at him kindly, then to you.
โHow long have you been married? I donโt think weโve ever met.โ
โSix years,โ you told her. โAnd it seems weโre always finding something new to experience together.โ
โItโs a good thing,โ Baran assured. โImagine living a life where itโs normal and boring all the time. At least youโll be able to laugh about it later.โ
Her eyes found Jackโs and he knew she needed to look at him more closely.
โWhat happens in this room, Dr. Abbot, stays in this room. Got it?โ
He nodded and focused on a spot across the wall as Donnie hovered behind Baran. Your hand covered his, rubbing gentle circles to ease the discomfort.
โWas this a special occasion or something?โ Donnie asked Jack. โOr just a regular Saturday night for you two?โ
โJust a Saturday night,โ he said shyly. Jack, being bashful? You relished it.
โI gotta say Doc, your wifeโs a lucky woman. Who knew Dr. Abbot hit the genetic lottery.โ
The blush that overtook his body was a deeper red than his penis. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering the choked laugh before it could escape but Donnie was grinning like the Cheshire Cat and keeping it in was practically impossible. Baran bit down on her tongue.
But Jack knew how to bite back too. โIf your idea of the genetic lottery is a guy with 1.75 legs, then sure. Whatever floats your boat.โ
โOkay.โ Baran finished her inspection.
โI have a feeling this isnโt a cold compress kind of procedure,โ Jack wished.
Baran shook her head.
โWeโre going to need to aspirate.โ
Jack was back on his crutches after an hour with a soreness that would last hours.
โI donโt think I need to tell you what you can and cannot do in the next 24 hours,โ Baran opened up the curtain and immediately Jack locked eyes with Dana.
โNo, you donโt.โ
โMaybe also speak to your therapist about the prescription the next time you go?โ
Jack gave you a closed mouth smile. โI already heard that from this one.โ
โShe knows what sheโs talking about it seems,โ Baran nodded in approval.
The door opened up and Donnie held it for Jack to escape from. The RN held out his fist, asking Jack wordlessly to bump it.
Jack obliged.
โMy man,โ Donnie grinned. He slapped a hand on Jackโs shoulder before walking to a computer.
โIโm never filling in for day shift again, ever,โ Jack told you over his shoulder.
โAll good, Jack?โ Dana asked from the hub as you both passed by.
โNever better.โ Jack kept going towards the door.
โThanks Dana for your help,โ you said appreciatively. โIf he never tells you, heโs thankful too. And Iโm sure it wonโt happen again.โ
The doors to Trauma Bay 2 opened with a whoosh. Jack, still on the slow run on his crutches out of the ED never looked back, but Robby caught sight of him as he sanitized his hands.
โWoah!โ He exaggerated. โWhatโs Jack doing here?โ
โHeโs going home,โ Dana informed and you gave a small wave to Jackโs work wife. He hated when you called Robby that but it didnโt make it any less true.
โJust a little accident.โ
โJack!โ Robby called after him but Jack didnโt care.
โAdios! Goodbye!โ He said your name loudly followed by a โhurry up!โ
You tapped the counter. โSorry. The princess needs a ride home.โ
โOh, I canโt wait to call him that,โ Robby laughed.
โItโs the least of his problems right now.โ
They watched you trail behind your husband who, once through the second door, turned and waited for you patiently. You kissed him gently before walking out of view and inside of the PTMC, the world continued to turn.
Robby looked at Dana with a question and Baran walked away before he could ask her anything remotely related to Jack. But Donnieโฆ Donnie just canโt keep anything to himself.
He turned to Robby in his swivel chair.
โDid you know Abbotโs packinโ heat down there?โ
A/N: i wrote this straight over three days after not writing for about a year. crazy how that works, huh?
i hope the twitter divas find this.
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Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover, ๐.๐, @se7entyrell
Hey. We are in the same boat together ๐ but in all seriousness, do you plan on writing ormund orrr ๐๏ธ ive been in the ormund tag for awhile and my god it makes me fall inlove with that man moreโฆ
bahaha yes we are
And yes!!! I had a few drafts prior to knowing more about him but Iโm back home now and ready to write!!
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part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve,
Dark Wedding Tradition, ๐.๐, @hotdocsandcowboys
Sweetheart, ๐.๐, @80sfilmclub
Lovely Obsession, ๐.๐, @opulentpeony
Donโt Marry Him, ๐.๐, @lovaeir
Love, Andrew, ๐.๐.๐, @pearlessance
Sugarbaby, ๐.๐, @inbred-eater
Unthinkable, ๐.๐, @carriebradshaw0003
Bride Of The High Seat, ๐.๐, @spikedfearn
Homecoming, ๐.๐.๐, @diirty--chaii
Lady Danforth, ๐.๐, @se7entyrell
Tender, ๐.๐, @mcybank
This Is Tradition, ๐.๐, @sleepingbeautiiies
Rockstar, ๐.๐, @j4ckr4bbits
What Baking Can Do, ๐.๐ & ๐.๐, @mal1bugaga
Nightmare, ๐.๐, @bullet-prooflove
Sweet Girl, ๐.๐.๐, @ang3lkesz
To Have & To Hold, ๐.๐, @eleanorwritessometimes
The Pitt, ๐.๐, @abbotverse
Heavenโs In Your Eyes, ๐.๐.๐, @mariasont
Wicked Game, ๐.๐, @in-ky
Wrong Number Hotline, ๐.๐, @tendertulip
If I Cant Have Love, I Want Power, ๐.๐, @cherryambition
His Best Girl, ๐.๐, @thykingdoncome
Last Chance, ๐.๐, @lostalioth
Unveiling Of Darkness, ๐.๐, @forever--darling
Orbiter, ๐.๐.๐, @milasaysmeow
Lamb To The Slaughter, ๐.๐, @bloodiedskirtts
@xneverendingdreamersx is my side blog๐ will be reblogging fics, blurbs and headcanons ๐๐ฐ
Authors โก I love you for the time and effort you put in your pieces for us to indulge in, letting us forget our life for a moment.
๐ Jack Abbot ๐ Robby ๐ Rabbot ๐ Park the Shark ๐ Andrew 'Pope' Cody ๐
Period/ menstruation:
Crimson and Clover | @zivistardust | Brendon Park x Emma
This | @mochapuppy | Jack Abbot
your body is beautiful | @writingismycardio | Jack Abbot
Sad/ Depressed/ Suicidal ideation/ Suicide:
Liability | @optimisticplb | platonic | Michael Robinavitch
Liability alternate ending | @optimisticplb | platonic | Michael Robinavitch
I Won't Be Happy, It Will Be Perfect | @/zivistardust | Michael Robinavitch
Little sparks of nothing | @lunarayletters | Jack Abbot
Stay A Little While Longer | @panic-in-the-multiverse | Jack Abbot
Wanna be looked after:
@pixie-000 - I canโt choose a specific one! Their blog is about age regression/ care giver. sfw.
Insecure / Self-conscious:
This | @zivistardust | tummy | Andrew Cody
Fluff:
This | @astarlinggirl | Hair curl routine | Andrew Cody
Cuddle Buddies | @spookypeachpitt13 | platonic | Michael Robinavitch
Angst:
LOVE IN A BOTTLE | @eufezco | Jack Abbot
Parent:
Girl!dad pope | @icutw-writing | Andrew Cody
Kiss the monsters away | @shadeofpeach | Andrew Cody
A Necessary Evil | @/whiskey-thorns | Andrew Cody
Sleepy tantrums | @shadeofpeach | Jack Abbot
New dad doing skin to skin | @vividxpages | Jack Abbot
soft and sweet | @taknbythewind | Jack Abbot
take your kid to work day | @satellite-evans | Jack Abbot
Colleagues to more/ Pining:
Tell me your secrets, Trust me with your secrets , 2/2 | @lunarayletters | Jack Abbot
Anxiety, depression, DV trauma, fluff, angest, mild smut and comfort
the shape of wanting | @p1stach-io | Jack Abbot
Sad, fluff, and emotional.
People Will Talk | @whiskey-thorns | Jack Abbot
Fluff, flirting, protective and caring Jack
A Chance in Hell | @rr-after-dark | Brendon Park
Brendon being a persistent yearner. Nothing getting in his way to get a date.
Trauma/ Traumatic Event/ Protective:
This | SA | @promotional-dvd | Jack Abbot
Illness/ Chronic illness/ Sickness:
time after time | Migraines, phobia of needles | @.docrobinavitch | Michael Robinavitch
Lighthearted:
me & you together song | @wildflowerluver | Michael Robinavitch
Pittlings slowly find out Robby is married and has a kid.
๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ข๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ โฆ | Instagram | @kisscoabbot | Jack Abbot
Miscellaneous:
the heart skips a beat | @inknopewetrust | Jack Abbot
The way I loved you | @/mytearsricochetm | Jack Abbot, Andrew Cody
I HIGHLY recommend you NOT reading the warnings - ONLY if you don't mind that. Best decision I've made.
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I've changed names a few times as a writer, and people generally figure it out pretty easily!! I agree with what another person said about making the post about the name change, and also my old user in my masterlist/navi page for about a year to help clear up confusion.
but genuinely worst part is just updating links in your masterlist so they don't go to a dead page /:
Thank you!! I can imagine that having to relink everything is such a pain.. blah!!
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