--🩷--

Titus was petulant all through dinner. Dinner with his family. You could tell Ursula was well and truly done with him. She had moved to face away from him and rolling her eyes at you. 'Titus,' you hissed. He looked at you, his face giving that slight twitch and he shrugged his shoulders, eyes wide and innocent, before they fell back down and turned back to black. Some days he could be so difficult, especially when his family are around.

'What's your problem?' you chided as everyone retired to the drawing room. You held him back, one small hand on his huge meaty arm. A few stragglers had made to wait for you both until they picked up on the vibe and hurried out. The large wooden door clicked shut behind them. 'What?' He whined, bouncing on his toes a little. 'They need to get the fuck out.'

'Why are you being so bratty and whiny?' You asked, exasperated. 'I hate them.' Titus looked into your eyes with a frown. 'Jesus, it's one dinner.'

'Satan, it's one dinner,' Titus corrected, 'and it feels like a hundred.' 'It's a few hours,' you wheeled.

Titus' eyes flashed. 'They look at me like I'm still a child. Like I don't have the high seat... Fuckers.' He looked down and kissed the ring.

'You should be kissing our wedding ring,' you replied. 'If I make you feel good, will you stop whining?'

Titus hesitated. 'I wouldn't have thought so, bunny.'

'What?' You asked, incredulous. 'Do you not think I look good tonight?'

Titus stepped forward, humming appreciatively, and ran his fingers over your expensive black dress. 'You look exquisite.'

'Then are you being childish just so I will teach you a lesson?' Titus' eyes flashed and his face went still as you stepped forward, placing your palm on his noticeable bulge, over his soft dress trousers. You could feel the outline of his cock, snug and soft in your hands. Titus let out a long breath. You leaned in, one hand around the back of his neck, and looked into his eyes. You were so close his salt and pepper hair, in that carefully curated just got out of bed style, brush against your forehead. The dusting of his freckles around his darkening hazel eyes always gave you butterflies.

He crashed his mouth against yours, eagerly licking inside your mouth; against the flat of your tongue, back teeth, the roof of your mouth. He never had a lot of practice kissing.

Titus let out a moan, his hand curling in your hair. You continued to gently press and move your hand up and down against his bulge but... nothing.

'Bunny...' Titus tried to shift out of your grasp.

'No, you wanted this.' You tugged at his suit pants, bringing them and his boxers halfway down his thick, hairy thighs. You sank to your knees, acutely aware he could crush your head between them in an instant, and that his family was one door away.

His large cock was nestled within his gray public hair, soft and pliant. You placed your hand over the warm, sensitive skin and looked up at Titus. His eyes closed and his face heated. Licking along his thighs, you felt them shiver beneath your tongue, until you reached his cock. 'Look at me,' you whispered. Titus stared blankly ahead. 'Titus,' you hissed. He was such a brat. His eyes dragged down to you, where you gave him your best wide-eyed doe look and began to give his cock little kitten licks. 'Uhhhh,' Titus's voice came out low and gravelly, so deep and rough it went straight to your cunt. You took him within your mouth, still maintaining eye contact, and sucked on him like a sweet. 'Fuck,' Titus moaned, his hand reached round to the back of your head, fingers twirling in your hair. Swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, you thought you could taste a few beads of pre-cum on your tongue. 'Bunny...' Titus groaned. 'Bunny!' He pulled your head off from him by your hair. You looked up, startled. 'Not now.'

'But why?'

Titus began to drag you to a stand by your hair. 'Are you mad at me?'

'No,' Titus grumbled, his face beetroot red, tucking himself back into his pants.

'Oh... you can't?' You crowed, thinking of all the times Titus had grabbed you in your sleep, pinning you down, telling you that you were his little slut to use and abuse, whether you wanted it or not. 'That's why you're being a brat! You can't get it up for me, old man.'

Titus's nostrils flared, his jaw twitching slightly, his eyes pools of black. 'No.'

'No?' You laughed, palming him again through his pants. Titus grabbed your wrist, thick fingers circling your small forearm easily. The grip was tight, and pain flickered across your face. Titus almost smirked at that. 'I just. don't. feel. like. it.'

He began dragging you across the room by your wrist. 'Better entertain our wonderful friends, bunny.' Titus's voice remained flat, but you could tell he was embarrassed.

You weren't having that. Not at all.

--🩷--

You were sat on wing backed chairs in a circle, coffee tables in front of you all for whiskey tumblers. Ice clinked as quiet conversation went on. Titus's gaze found yours and, as you smiled sweetly at him, his jaw clenched slightly. Slow, and sweet as pie, you lifted your leg across to his beneath the table. One of Titus's eyebrows furrowed slightly. You pressed the heel of your stiletto hard into his ankle. Titus tried not to flinch in surprise. You winked at him. Titus slowly looked round to see if anyone had noticed - they hadn't. You dragged your heel slowly up the inside of his calf, his inner thigh, pressing in just enough to hurt. Titus's eyes widened slightly and his mouth made a small twitch.

Slowly, very slowly, your foot reached his bulge. It was pulsing and tented against his dress pants. You couldn't hold back a smirk, which made Titus's eyes turn to black in anger. You watched his face very carefully as you slowly moved the sharp, thin heel across yhe bottom of his ball sac, maintaining conversation with Kip. Titus stuttered forward and tried to recover, pretending to listen to Ursula. You slowly circled one ball, then the next, piercing into the sensitive skin. Those balls were yours. Titus rolled his mouth in an effort to stay quiet, and you felt his cock throb against your foot.

Still smiling sweetly, and in front of his entire family, you lifted your heel further so it rested upon his rock hard cock. Ah, so that was what did it. It was thick and heavy now, allowing plenty of skin for your easy access.

You geently draw your heel back and forth along it. Titus gave a slight shake his head at you, but you continued to flash him your innocent smile and dig in just a little harder. You could feel the soft skin beneath your heel twitching. Titus flinched and lifted his whisky glass to his mouth, hiding half of his face, and his low 'mmmmfh' into the clinking ice. You felt his cock pulse once, twice, as Titus tried to control his shudders, before he slumped his shoulders.

You were surprised to feel a wetness spreading along your bare heel, as Titus's thick load dampened his suit pants. The rapidly spreading cum stain covered your shoe in his white spill. Your bit your lip and tried not to laugh at how quickly he had finished.

Titus shifted in his boxers, filled with his hot, but rapidly cooling, cum. His softening cock was plastered against his thigh. How was he supposed to stand and see his guests off now? Everyone would see how pathetic you made him. Anger curled in his stomach, although his sensitive cock was still feeling amazing. Smug, you watched him grind his hips in little circles, trying to milk the last few drops of cum out of himself. Fuck, it felt so good. He looked at you, eyes blazing, and you knew you were in trouble.

--🩷--

You were tackled in the hall, going towards the bedroom. You fell to the wooden floor, squeaking in surprise.

'Think you can embarass me?' Titus growled. 'This is what happens when you misbehave,' he whispered slowly and carefully into your ear. You felt his warm breath against your face and shuddered in pleasure.

'It's not my fault you couldn't get it up then came so fast,' you taunted. 'Spilling inside your boxers like a teenager. Humping into the chair afterwards.'

Titus's eyes widened in humiliation. 'Oh yeah,' you continued, thoroughly enjoying the hurt puppy look. 'Everyone saw.'

Titus flipped you over easily, so you were facing him. 'Fucking slut.' He pushed your dress up to your stomach and grabbed hold of your panties. 'These are in my fucking way,' he growled, ripping them off you in one fast, rough movement of his thick fingers. The torn fabric fell and rested against the inside of your dress, the front of you completely exposed. It went straight to your cunt.

'You're already wet,' Titus scoffed. 'Is that really all it takes? A tackle?'

'Yeah... cos I'm always ready to go - hours before you are,' you taunted.

'Shut the fuck up,' Titus growled, eyes glinting with danger. He pressed his body down against yours, his whole weight pressing you against the floorboards.

'Titus-,' you gasped, 'I can't.... breathe.'

'Good,' Titus growled, 'and you won't until you make me cum.' You watched him shrug his shoulders, a false half-smile on his face which quickly disappeared.

Without looking, Titus took himself out of his slacks, he used one hand to scrunch your dress up above your tits. His chest was pressed down heavily on your ribs, restricting your air supply.

Hands between your thighs, he guided his thick, hairy cock to your entrance. 'You're so fucking wet for me.' He moaned.

He slammed in to the hilt with no warning. Your whole body flinched, arching forwards, a squeal squashed in your lungs. 'I'd save your breath, bunny,' Titus reminded you.

He started slamming his hips into you without mercy, grunting each time he bottomed out. 'Fuck... you feel,' his moans getting louder as he panted, 'so fu-fucking good.'

His cock pistoned in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping on skin reverberating through the hall. The panting was covered by the 'shlick shlick shlick,' of you soaking Titus. You hoped none of the staff were nearby to hear.

The lack of oxygen was making every thrust so much more sensitive. You could feel a really intense orgasm building, coiling in your stomach.

'I'm close already,' Titus groaned. 'Fuuuuck no, not yet.'

Your vision was going white and dots danced at the edges, and you made a final gasping sound.

'I can't... I'm gonna,' he roared as his hips moved sloppily and harder, ramming into your cervix. The thick pounding over and over against the squishy spot your fingers can't reach and the lack of oxygen tipped you over the edge. You felt yourself cumming around his cock, squirt after squirt with each thrust, drenching him.

'Fuck, bunny,' Titus gave a low, rough groan and came inside you. He pumped a few more, pathetic times before coming to a stop. You could still feel his hips moving slightly as you began to black out.

Titus braced himself on his forearms and his mouth crashed onto yours again. Squishing your cheeks into a pout, he kissed your blowfish lips. This time the kiss was deeper, softer, but still just as uncoordinated and sloppy. Spit coated your jaw. He misses biting your top lip and accidentally sucks on your nose.

'Never forget who owns you.'

'Satan?'

'Me.' Titus was incredulous and sank to your eye level on the floor. 'Fucking me. Always. For all eternity, you are my property. No one else's.' He began to sound like a petulant child.

'Say it.'

'I'm your property.'

'That's a good fucking slut.' Titus lifted himself off you. He saw the purple marks across your neck from the pressure of the floor. 'Awww, little bunny rabbit, who did that to you? Some terrible, evil man, I bet.'

Your lips quipped up and you nodded. You didn't know how you started talking about this- you'd only asked what she was doing and how she fell. Date with an older guy, she said, was walking back from his when I fell. It must have been more of a tumble, roll and fall from the state of her leg that had got her through the waiting room and triage.

The next thing you knew she was highlighting how good sex was with an older man.

“It's like they have the experience and the confidence and they care more about getting you off than they do themselves,” she said.

“How many dates have you been on with the guy?” you asked, only trying to keep conversation while you plucked out the gravel. Trying to distract yourself from thinking about sex and older.

“Oh, this was the first one,” said Lu, laid back on the bed with a dreamy look in her eyes. “We've been talking for a few months on this app for older guys to meet women who are younger and interested. We met tonight and I had the best sex ever.”

The pling of gravel on the metal tray echoed out.

“You got a boyfriend?” she asked you.

You were silent, acting as if you were focused on the gravel. “I don't.”

Lu smirked at your silence. “But you got somebody?”

To that you had nothing to say. Maybe you did have somebody- or at least someone came to mind. Grey hair, stubbled chin and dark eyes in the shape of a doctor.

“Oh you got somebody,” said Lu.

You managed two more pieces of gravel and glass before she opened her mouth to speak again, to probably ask you another question but at the same time the door opened, bringing with it a small snap of the bustling sounds of the Pitt at night and the faint air of woodland and grease.

“How we doing in here?”

Jack walked in like he was un-aware to how you'd thought about him and then he came like you'd conjured him up. His grey hair, short stubble at the chin that he quickly rubbed at and dark eyes evaluating.

You betrayed yourself in looking to Lu.

“Is this him?” she asked, eyes lighting up.

Jack looked between the two of you. “Talking about me again, doc?” Jack asked.

You were focused on the task at hand but you didn't need to look to find him at your side, diligently watching you work.

“All good things,” said Lu.

He huffed out a little smile, hands held behind his back. His eyes bore into your head. “I'm Doctor Jack Abbott, I see you're in good hands here. How're her bloods?”

“Bloods are all clear though blood pressure is a bit high, we wanna keep an eye on that,” you said.

Jack nodded. “Well I'm sorry you're night took an unfortunate turn, Miss Marigold.”

She shrugged, rumpling her black dress. It was sleek and fit her in ways you could never imagine the dress fitting you. “Meh, it was pretty much done anyway.”

You were too caught up in the gossip she had been giving you that you didn't think about Jack not being informed. “He kicked you out?”

“No,” she said. “I left. Didn't want that awkward after sex small talk.”

“That's called aftercare.”

It was such a thrown away comment in Jack's words. He said it like he was prescribing her morphine. But the words rushed to your body, jolted you awake and alert to his presence.

Aftercare to some may have been normal, you didn't know other peoples sexual habits- you only knew yours and aftercare wasn't part of it. Your... sexual partners were few and far between and also loved to use your bathroom and sleep it off. Besides that was months ago before you started night shifts. Now your sex life was nothing but dry dry dry with the only occasional fantasy of your attending keeping you going.

“How old are you, Doctor Abbott?” asked your patient.

You caught Jack's smirk.

“Don't you know you should never ask a gentleman his age?” he said.

“Forties? Fifties?”

“Well I'm glad you ruled out thirties.”

You laughed.

“Are you single?”

“You asking?”

“And what do you think about younger women?” Lu asked with seemingly no shame. You carried it all in the blaze of heat in your cheeks.

“I don't know if this is an appropriate conversation to be having,” you said, trying to deflect. Looking between them, you found Lu waiting with curious eyes, not at all uncomfortable and Jack... surprisingly much of the same.

“You mean how do I feel about dating younger women?” asked Jack, standing at the other side of her bed.

In your eyeline.

“There's this app, called 'Always go older' it's catered for men over forty meeting younger women with similar interests. Go on dates, have long term relationships, or just sex.”

You couldn't believe the conversation you had been having with her before Jack came in, making the small space of the exam room even smaller. Having it with him in the room was your idea of a nightmare.

Jack nodded slowly, considering. “An app for... sugar daddies?”

You looked up at him. “You know what sugar daddies are?”

He pursed his lips at you in disappointment. “I'm old, I'm not clueless.”

“If you're interested I can get you a great discount,” said Lu like this was a business meeting. “Both of you.”

Jack looked at you but you missed whatever his eyes were trying to convey when you realised this app cost.

“You have to pay?”

“To be a member yeah, there can be a lot of creeps out there and they do real good work to make sure they're not in the club. You interested?”

“Not if I have to pay,” you said, thinking first of your bank account and nothing else. You only realised once you'd said it what it sounded like.

That you were interested. That older men and dating for you were hand in hand.

You looked up hoping at least Jack wouldn't have noticed. His eyes were on you, an amused tilt to his lips. “Okay!” you stood up, pulling off your gloves. “All the gravel and glass is out but I'm gonna get another blood test in to check your alcohol levels. I'll call a nurse to dress you up and we'll keep you for observation on that blood pressure.”

She nodded. “Do you think I could do a pregnancy test too? Just, while I'm here.”

Jack approached your side, watching you again. His head was tilted up but his eyes were down on you. He was attending but as always he waited on your say. He never overstepped, never made assumptions, always let you lead with your gut.

You wondered if that was what younger women were looking for...

“Sure, I'll get you a pot for a urine sample and we can get those tests.”

“Were you practising safe sex?” asked Jack.

Lu stretched out on the bed, pulling at the seams of her dress at her cleavage. “It feels better without.”

Jack seemed un-bothered, if anything understanding as his head slowly bobbed in a nod.

You'd never had sex without a condom before. Never wanted to risk it.

Jack held the door open for you, letting you lead the way out.

It was noisier and busier yet it was easier to breath. At least for a second before Jack's body brushed yours as he walked next to you.

“Is she a cop? Feel like we were being interrogated in there.”

“That or she gets paid to promote the app.”

You slid into a chair desperately trying not to look at the clock. You had a bad habit of doing so and the night would drag on. You pulled up her chart and distracted yourself with repeating what you'd already said to avoid the inevitable conversation you were gonna be having with Jack.

His mouth opened and you beat him to it.

“I swear we just started talking about that, I was just asking her how she fell and she told me about the guy and started talking about sex and the date and the app, I... I did not invite that conversation.”

He nodded. “It's okay if you did.”

“I didn't.”

“Okay.”

There was silence between you. Your finger moves quickly over the keyboard and Abbott stayed stood there, watching.

“If you're interested-”

“- I'm not,” you said, quickly, without really knowing what he was asking for.

Jack held his hands up in surrender. “Older men aren't too bad.”

“Oh no, I'm-I'm sure they're great, I have nothing against age, you know, old's great! Like.... like wine! Or-or cheese! I just, I mean, my love life- sex life is kinda, urm-” you stumbled over your words. It was annoying how Jack just stood there, letting you, without stopping or helping. “I just don't really have the time for dating.”

You worked nights and in the day you were catching up on sleeping and eating. The furthest your date life got was phone calls with Jack when he was grocery shopping and wanted your opinion, or sometimes in the morning when you got breakfast together before heading back.

He always walked you home, even if it meant an extra half hour before he got home. He was a gentleman like that.

He was still calm as he held his hands behind his back and watched you. “Are you looking to date?”

You chuckled. “Ha, you know a guy who works as crazy shifts as me?”

Jack's eyes lowered to yours. “Maybe. Might be a bit older though.”

You realised what he meant just as an ETA was called in.

The ETA had turned into five and for the rest of the night you and Abbott were too busy with the rest of the team to brush by each other. Every move was a hard move of shoulders to not bump or ripping of the gowns off and the harsh change of gloves. There was no time to talk about anything through the night, let alone whatever the hell had happened at the start of shift.

Your small reprise came when a man dressed in the makings of a rushed man walked in as the clock was striking past five in the morning.

“Excuse me, I'm looking for Lu Mari-gold?”

His hair was silver and growing at the back of his neck. It was brushed back handsomely and though he clearly must have been in his fifties (at least) he had a head full of hair and stubble growing on his chin.

He was handsome and even more so when you saw the bouquet of flowers he held in hand.

“Are you- are you family?”

“No I'm uh- I'm her partner.”

So you escorted him to her room, letting him in and giving him a small update on her care. He set the flowers next to her and you lingered, diligently checking her chart.

“Why'd you leave, honey?” he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed and petting back her hair.

“Oh you know,” she said, casually. “Didn't want to do the whole awkward morning after thing.”

“There'd be nothing awkward about it. I was gonna make you breakfast, had plans to make love two you in the morning.”

Your cheeks flamed up as he said it so casually, like he was laying out a list for morning plans which.... he well was.

You decided to give them some privacy and save yourself form listening. You gently closed the door over and watched them through. He kissed her gently on the forehead, cradling her and Lu soaked it all in in adoring eyes and gentle touches.

It was a sort of tender touch you weren't used to even seeing, let alone feeling.

“Hey,” there was a ghost of a touch on the small of your back and Jack came to stand next to you. “That her boyfriend?”

“Yeah, though I don't know if they're their yet,” you admitted. “They only met tonight- well, last night. But she ran out.”

“And he came to her,” observed Jack. “They'll be just fine.”

“How'd you know?”

“The way he looks at her.”

When you looked at Jack he was already looking at you.

The thousand moments between the two of you played out. The gentle ghosts of a hand, the watchful moments but Jack was like that with a lot of people, attentive.

Your eyes fluttered as you looked away from him to the scene playing out again. “Are you some sort of relationship whisperer?”

He huffed a small amused laugh and followed your eyes to look ahead. “I just know things.”

It wasn't long before Lu and her partner were walking out, the flowers in hand as his arm was around her waist, supporting her.

They stopped off by the nurses counter where both you and Jack lingered working on separate cases.

“We just wanted to say thank you,” said Lu. “And here. There's a ninety percent success rate.”

She handed you a business card with the app name and promo code applied.

“Oh, er, thank you,” you said, un-sure on what to say other than a thanks.

Lu smiled kindly, leaning in to you as subtle as possible. Her eyes lingered somewhere over your shoulder. “Though I don't think you'll need it.”

You turned, catching sight of what she was watching.

Jack stood with Crus who was thrusting a tablet to him but he was looking at you.

“I'll- er- put it to good use. I'll see you in a couple days to check out those stitches.”

Slowly they left and you were stood frozen, staring down at the card. Ten dollars a month wasn't so bad if you didn't count the subscriptions you already had at the student loan and bills and such. You got three months half price, maybe three months to meet the love of your life or at least get some-

The card was plucked from you fingers.

Jack twirled it around. “You thinking about it?” he said, an edge to his voice.

“What? No- I don't know, she just- it was a parting gift?”

He nodded, reading the card. “Always go older,” he read.

“It's the app, younger women with, um, older men.”

“Interested?”

The way he looked at you felt more like an invitation than a general question. His eyes were hooded as he looked at you. It was the way he always looked at you but it felt weighted.

“It's just an app,” you excused.

Jack held the card out between the two of you, letting you chose.

It should've been your choice but it felt like there was a right and wrong answer.

Slowly, you plucked it from his fingers.

Two days later you found Jack Abbott on the app.

You were scrolling in the bathroom on your three minute pee break. You'd got the app that morning, caving in after spending a night tossing and turning and dreaming. You could say the dream was any old man, a faceless sort but even if that were true you felt the hard press of the chest, the tickle of the stubble. You imagined the freckles along the arms and the low rumble of his voice in your ear.

“That's it... that's it... take me in... all the way... god you feel beautiful,”

You woke wet between your legs and hot all over with little to no time to do anything about it.

You were desperate, you told yourself as you hastily built up a profile, picking what small pictures you had of yourself not in scrubs.

You hadn't had time to check it until the bathroom break and you don't make it three profiles before you were faced with Abbott.

The pictures of him were pictures you'd seen before, a selfie with his stupid smirk, the peek of army uniform there. There was another of him that seemed to a couple years ago and the third and final was a picture of him in scrubs.

It was a picture of the night shift but you could tell there were several cropped out, but you who stood next to him were still there.

You stared down at the picture of you two, his arm was thrown over your shoulders casually. He was grinning at the camera and you had a small smile to, your body leant into him. You hadn't even realised you did that.

Didn't Abbott know it wasn't a good sign to have a picture of another woman on the dating app? Unless it was your mother and you were a mamas boy.

There was knocking on the bathroom stool doors.

“Have you coded in there?” Crus called out.

You huffed and got off the toilet, pulling up your pants and pocketing your phone.

“If only.”

The night continued as usual, abdominal pains, charting, lacerations, charting, traumas and charting.

You'd hardly got a look at Jack when it was turning to six in the morning and day shifters started piling in.

You were passing the break room when the door swung open.

Jack popped out, catching you, his arms braced at the door. “Get in here, now.”

You were worried, reading through every patient you'd seen that day. You were sure you dealt with them all attentively, you'd never misdiagnosed someone before and today couldn't have been the day.

Jack closed the door behind him, checking nobody was on their way to find you before speaking. He was calm as he walked over to you, leaning his hand on the table and crowding you. “Why do you think I need to talk to you?”

You tried to think of something you'd done wrong. Anything. “Trauma came in, I er, didn't intubate quick enough?”

He shook his head and you tried to think again.

Before you could hazard a guess, he spoke. “I thought if you were interested, you'd have said something.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Interested?”

Jack's chest rose and fell in a deep breath. “In going older.”

“In going-” your mind short-circuited to his profile. If you'd seen him just a few hours ago, he could have seen you before then.

“I thought I had made my invitation clear,” he uttered.

“Invitation?” you repeated, feeling like a stuck record player.

“To go older,” Jack stepped closer and you could feel the warmth of his breath. “I was inviting you to try it.”

His breath somehow still smelt of mint freshness whereas you were sure yours was coffee stained from the three cups you'd already drunk.

“And not through the app,” he added.

You gulped. “You saw me on the app?”

“I saw you on the app.”

“But you're on the app,” you pointed out, eyes flickering up to his.

“I got it two days ago to make sure you didn't get it,” he said. His eyes weren't focused on yours. They were flickering between your eyes and your lips.

You wondered if you were still dreaming. If you were still in your bed, still dampening your panties and sheets with this crazy dream of him. You pinched yourself slowly but you felt the pain and didn't wake.

You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them and he was still there. Still calm. “You want to have sex with me?”

Jack's jaw clenched. “Honey, I want so much more than that.”

His finger was light as it brushed the back of your hand that rested on the table there.

“I want what you want, and maybe even more,” said Jack, his hand cradled your face. thumb dragging over your cheekbone. “You just got to tell me what you want and I'll make it happen.”

You'd thought that being with an older man meant being told what to do, that you wouldn't get a word in edge ways and yes, it was hot to think about.

You imagined Jack would be that, gently guiding you through your pleasure like he understood it better than you did. “You, I want you.”

Jack's lips were soft on yours, his head tilted at the perfect angle that meant he reached every edge of your lips at once. He didn't push against you, annoyingly so, he just let you feel the press of his lips like a fresh summers breeze.

It was your hands that fell on his chest, it was you that tilted your head back so he could reach deeper. It was your tongue tracing the bottom of his lips to get in deeper.

The door clattered and you jumped from Jack like he'd scorched you.

Jack only opened his eyes slowly, turning.

Robby leant on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips as he sipped from his coffee cup. “Good morning, brother.”

Jack took you home to his and carefully man handled you through the door. Once it was closed his lips sort yours in a hunger even a twelve hour shift couldn't kill.

He breathed against you hard as he kissed you, stirring you through his house with his hands migrating from your cheeks, to your neck, to your waist, to your hips, to anyplace he could get a hold of you.

Your hands made his neatly combed hair a mess as you leant against him, letting yourself be moved around like a rag doll.

“Is this your house?” you asked against his lips. You couldn't look around to study his space, he was hardly letting you go to catch your breath let alone turn your head.

He nodded, kissing you. His tongue entered the warmth of your mouth and he moaned into you. “We didn't break and enter, baby.”

“But you-” you gasped as his hands travelled under your shirt, sending a chill. “You don't rent.”

This wasn't your best dirty talk.

Jack smiled against your lips. “No, I have a mortage.”

You kissed him again, holding him close as your hand slithered to the back of his neck.

He was still navigating you through his house till you felt your back hit a wall. “Does that turn you on?”

Slowly he pulled at the ties of your scrub pants and he slid his hand in enough to get a feel of the warmth of your cunt through your panties. You were wet, impossibly so just by kissing him.

“Yeah,” he said, breathless. “It turns you on.”

Jack's teeth scraped down your neck, his tongue soothing where he nipped.

You tilted your head back, a silent invite for more.

A thigh of his slotted between your legs and you fell onto it.

“You wanna- wanna tell me about tax returns next?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he said, lifting his head back to yours. “I kinda wanna taste you first.”

With strong hands on your hips he turned you and pushed you through the open door into a master of a bedroom. The bed was in the middle, a four postered type thing with clean and made sheets. There was nothing messy about it, nothing to signify the exhaustion of a night shift.

Jack held your body into his, hips rutting against yours.

You acknowledged somewhere in the back of your head that he'd told you years ago he moved into a bungalow. No stairs- easier on his leg.

“Do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking about you, on that bed?” he whispered into your skin, kissing the words there.

“You-You have?”

You felt his hair tickle you as he nodded. “Do you like knowing that?”

“Yes.” You reached over, cupping the back of his head till your tongues were meeting in a sloppy kiss.

Jack's hands slipped down your waist, down your underwear and spread at your cunt till he could easily slip in a finger.

You gasped against him, body curling in pleasure you'd never felt.

He moved with you as if he was chasing you, sucking on your bottom lip.

“You like that?” he uttered, dragging out your bottom lip.

You nodded as he slowly withdrew his finger to slip another in.

“Need to hear you like it, baby.”

“I like it, Jack, like your fingers inside of me.”

The fingers on his free hand moved to wrap around your neck, tilting your head back till it rested on his shoulder. With this advantage he could like on the skin, feel the heat of you and the jump of your pulse as he slowly worked his fingers in and out, curling at the spots that got you shaking.

Your held onto his arm, fingers digging into the skin.

“You're gonna like it,” he whispered. “You're gonna like it so much you'll never go back, never want anyone else.”

His fingers worked quicker as you felt him leave marks at your neck, in places you knew people would be able to see. “Still like my fingers inside of you?”

“Yes, god, yes!”

“How'd they make you feel, baby?”

“Good, so good.”

Jack withdrew his hands and turned you, guiding you up on the bed. He leant back on his knees, slowly undoing the ties of his scrub bants.

You'd never been happier that they were black, showing the outline of his cock, hard and begging for attention.

“Take your top off.” He gestured.

You did and his eyes grew darker though didn't know how that was possible. Your hands trembled with eager excitement to get your hands on him or for him to get his hands on you. You moved to un-clasp your bra but Jack shook his head.

“Keep it on. Take my shirt off.”

His chest was broad and slightly defined. Freckles dotted around and one or two scares you'd never seen before were littered there too.

It was instinct to move in to his neck to kiss him but his hand wrapped around your neck and pushed you down till you bounced off the mattress.

“Eyes on me, keep your eyes on me.”

You followed his order as he slowly dragged down your scrub pants and panties, getting a glimpse of how wet they were before they were chucked aside.

Hopefully that was the time Jack let you see all of him. No.

Like a prized possession Jack laid you out and spread your legs.

It was suddenly all too real. The haste of the drive over, his hand on your thigh, everything he said about being with an older guy and how Lu had told you how experienced they were. Would he expect something you couldn't deliver? Did you expect something?

“Jack,” you said only his name but you didn't know what else you were trying to lead on anyhow.

His eyes were earnest though clouded by desire as he pushed your legs up till you were sprawled out for him. “I'll stop any time you want.”

You watched him get closer to your heat. Felt yourself cry out for his attention.

“You're gonna like it, gonna love it,” he promised, eyes focused on you as he slid his middle finger inside of you. “Relax... relax.”

You tried to but as another one of his fingers slid into you, creating a slow thrusting pattern and his other hand kept playing with your cunt to get your lips spread you could do anything but relax.

Your breathing kicked up, your pulse was high.

As Jack leant down to slowly flick his tongue against your clit you threw your head back and moaned.

“Oh shit, Jack- Jack!”

His gaze flickered up to you, daring you to try to speak.

When you did it came out as another moan, his tongue flattening against your bud of nerves.

He played with you like that, moulding your legs around to where he wanted them. Flat on the bed, over his shoulders, up in the air. Anything to get him deeper inside of you.

All the while you alternated between watching him and falling back on the bed in aches of pleasure.

Jack watched where his fingers disappeared inside of you. “Swallowing me up, can't wait to get my cock inside of you.”

“Want it.... want it....” you mumbled, head back on the softness of his quilt.

“Yeah?” he whimpered.

Your hand fisted the quilt that smelt like him and you smothered your face in it as his fingers curled.

“Oh my god, honey... yeah....” Jack moaned before you felt the wet of his tongue on the heat of you.

You couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Whether it was his spit on your cunt or your want that was pooling into wetness on his sheets.

There was no warning, only your moans, as you came around his fingers and tongue. You had no idea you could come so quick, had no idea it could be pulled from your head to your toes.

Jack let your orgasm play out, pulling back to watch it leak. “Oh yeah... yeah...” his fingers swept up the mess lightly. “You're so sweet, oh yeah... moan like that...”

His tongue went in, licking up all the mess around you.

“Jack please, I can't- I can't!”

Your body was trembling beyond your control and he was still playing around with you and your sensitive bud. Your arms wrapped around yourself as if you could hold yourself together from breaking out in cries.

You hadn't noticed your eyes were screwed shut until you felt him move and heard the demand in his voice.

“Look at me.”

When you did you found Jack standing at the foot of his bed, scrub pants deserted and hand wrapped around his own cock.

You looked at him and then some.

“Touch me, touch me,” he said gently, prying your hands away from your chest with care.

With guidance he helped you sit up and helped you feel his cock.

You'd done this before but your mouth had never watered by the idea, your body never wept with the need to suck another guy off. Nothing about him disgusted you. Not the scars around his knee where he lost his leg, not the hair that dusted the base of his cock in tamed grey.

It moved you on.

You only jerked him off slow, only a little at first but his breath became laboured.

Jack's eyes closed as he grabbed a hold of your legs like they were his anchor.

You wanted to speed up.

“Go easy on me,” he said with a drunk grin. “It's been a while.”

You moaned and inched your body closer to the edge of the bed, your heat wanting to swallow him up.

Jack's eyes watched as you withered. He held onto your wrist that stayed wrapped around the base of his cock. “No, no, no, don't put it in yet.” Slowly he came to lean over you. “I want you to suck on it. You want it? Want to suck this old mans cock?”

In answer, the two of you moved quickly till he was lying flat on the bed and you were over him, slowly taking the tip in your mouth.

“Oh my god... oh yeah...” he moaned. Jack petted back your hair. “Take the tip.... take the tip... swirl your tongue...”

You took in his tip and swirled the tongue just as he said, watching him as you took him deeper with his careful help.

A string of 'oh yeah, don't stop' fell from him like a mantra as you took him deeper and faster, the need growing in you again.

“It's not- it's not too much?” he checked in, his head falling back.

You only took yourself off him to shake your head before sucking him into your mouth again, holding the base of him and working what you couldn't manage.

Jack groaned, hands flying to his head as his fists clenched. “You're so good... oh you're so good, baby.”

You took him deep and hollowed your cheeks.

Jack lurched. “Fuck! Fuck- shit, don't do that,” he moaned, guiding you off with pink cheeks. He chuckled, guiding you up to him. “I'll finish if you do that.”

He kissed you, never minding the both of your arousal on each other's lips. “They're are so many ways I want to be inside of you.”

You moaned against his lips. “I want you inside me, Jack.”

“I know, I know.” His brows pulled together as he seemed to have a battle in his own mind about just how to have you.

You didn't make it easier. In temptation you lied back on his bed and spread yourself out. All the while he was still caught up in thinking.

You almost started playing with yourself to relieve the build up when Jack grabbed your wrist and guided your fingers into his mouth.

He gently kissed the pads of your finger tips. “Turn around.”

Jack lied next to you, your back flush with his chest. He lined his cock up with your cunt, slowly sliding the length of it between your folds.

“Con-condom?” you mumbled, dreading the feel of anything that wasn't completely him.

Jake kissed your shoulder. “It feels better without. I'm clean.”

You nodded, breathless at the promise of feeling him. All of him. “I'm clean and I have a, an IUD.”

He kissed you again as he nudged the head of his cock into you.

Your moans echoed around the room as he held onto you, inching himself in further and further.

Only once you'd just got the feel of all of him he was slowly retreating to push back in again. For a moment it was only the sound of the both of you breathless and the gentle sounds of skin on skin as he moved at a steady pace, growing needier, getting deeper by every thrust.

“Oh my god... oh my god...” you moaned.

Jack's hands grabbed your hips, helping you meet his thrusts in urgency. The sun was just peeking through the blinds and a thin layer of sweat glowed off both your bodies.

You tried to grind your backside into him, desperate to feel relief as his pace remained steady.

Jack gripped your hip, leaning into your ear. “Don't rush it, don't rush it,” he nipped at your ear. “Don't be greedy, we'll go slow.”

You didn't want slow. You wanted fast. You wanted hard.

The slow drag of his cock through your walls drove you mad. He reached around, fingers circling your clit as his other hand finally un-hooked your bra.

It wasn't long before Jack was slamming into you, harder, your body rocking with his movements and the head of his bed hitting the wall.

“God, it's been so long.... you feel amazing...” said Jack as his fingers circled your clit hard.

“Jack I'm gonna-”

At the warning he stilled himself inside of you.

“Not yet, honey, not yet.”

You whined, hand moving round to grab at his ass and hold him in.

Jack groaned and bit into your neck. “I know, I know. Just gimme a minute.”

You had no choice as he slid out of you and moved you around so you were flat on the bed. You felt his fingers thrust inside of you again harder than before.

His breath was hard, chest rising and falling quickly. “I wanna make you come in so many ways I can't chose how.”

He was a man starved, ravenous as he dedicated time to licking you up again, if only for a minute. But he moaned around you, sucked in your nerves and released it to the mercy of his fingers.

“Jack!” you yelled, screw the neighbours.

There was a growl somewhere in the back of his throat as he loomed over you.

“You wanna fuck me?”

“Yes, Jack, bad so bad!”

“Okay, okay honey, fuck me then, come one baby.... I know you can.”

Jack pushed into you as the both of your eyes clashed watching the pleasure in each others eyes. He set a brutal pace, holding a leg up as he peppered kisses along your chest.

“J-Jack-”

“Tell me how good I feel.”

“So good.”

“So good, yeah baby, so good,” he gasped. “Oh fuck, god baby!” He reached over and gripped the headboard, body tight in pleasure.

You arched off the bed.

“I need you to come,” he announced, eyes screwed up in pleasure as he thrusted into you hard, the slap of his balls on you.

You watched where he met you as your legs shook.

“I need you to come so I can come.... one more time, baby.... one more time, please....” he begged.

The sight of him sweating, his body rigid, eyes shut in pleasure and mouth hanging open only to voice obscene moans was enough to have you coming over the edge.

Your walls tightened.

Jack must have felt it as he steadied himself over you, fingers falling between your bodies to work you through it. “That's it.... that's it.... that's it...” He kissed along your collarbone.

You released over him, gasping, body melting into him as Jack rode out your orgasm.

“Arg... oh god... you feel so good, I-urg-”

Dirty words spilled from your mouth as Jack latched onto your mouth and let go inside of you.

The both of you were a panting, sweating mess as he calmed down, slowly slipping out of you but kissing away every whine and protest.

Your breathes slowed and slowly Jack slipped out of you, watching his release leave you.

His eyes flickered back up to you, brushing away hair that had stuck. “I've never come like that in my life.”

You were still catching your breath, still waiting for the race of your heart to dull. “Your welcome?”

Jack chuckled, falling beside you and throwing an arm over you. “I think you can delete that app now.”

You groaned with a wave of embarrassment, covering your face. Gently, Jack pried away your hands and kissed the palms of them. You turned on your side. “Are you going to delete it too?”

“Honey I only got it cause I couldn't stand the thought of you getting it, and some other gut thinking he can treat you better.”

“I always hoped it would be you.”

The Things I Notice | @abbotafterhours

Jack Abbot notices things. Especially when they're involving you.

The Abbott Incident  | @/abbotafterhours

reader spends most of her time in the hospital lab fighting broken analyzers and secretly admiring Jack Abbot from afar, until one misunderstanding brings them face to face.

one of your lines | @/abbotafterhours

You flirt with jack every shift like that's what you spent years in med school studying for. When you overhear a conversation between him and another attending, you decide to pull yourself together and face the music - no amount of one sided love would ever change your relationship. At least, that's what you think.

you can find her at the med tent | @/abbotafterhours

You've convinced Jack to join you at the med tent at a local music festival this weekend. Your event organiser friends are really hoping to get you set up with someone this weekend, too bad they weren't looking right infront of them.

between blood and daylight | @/abbotafterhours

you and jack built a life in the spaces between shifts, but when pittfest turns into a mass casualty, you're forced to find each other again in the aftermath

Stay | @/abbotafterhours

after months of something not quite defined, jack ends up on the other side of the trauma bay, and you realise what you could lose if you never say it out loud.

Where the Hell Is My Husband? | @imaginesofwonder

It was supposed to be date night… but Jack was nowhere to be seen.

Mistaken Identity | @/imaginesofwonder

In the chaos of a mass-casualty call, your badges get swapped, leading to a quiet, loving moment with Jack as you switch them back.

Yes, Ma'am | @/imaginesofwonder

During a normal emergency department shift, you and Jack disagree on a treatment plan.

Acquired Taste | @/imaginesofwonder

Robby doubts your place in Jack’s life, thinking you’re with him for the wrong reasons, but when Jack is hurt, your love and devotion change his perspective.

High Alert | @/imaginesofwonder

A normal ER shift takes a highly unexpected turn when a patient’s homemade brownies hit a little too hard

Semper Fi Masterlist | @hirukochan

Jack Abbot finds himself feeling oddly protective over the new night shift attending.  He tells himself it's natural. You were the young widow of a Marine, a military spouse who brought the greatest sacrifice for her country - your husband. He watched you push on with gritted teeth, haunted by your own demons and trauma, all for the little girl depending on you. It was only natural. Any serviceman would feel an obligation towards your well-being. Any serviceman would want to know you were safe... happy… So how come, he can't help but feel like he is stealing another man's life?

Easter Bunny | @novaleeabbot

Jack enjoys flirting with the night shift’s newest nurse.

Jack Abbot Loves His Pregnant Wife! | @/novaleeabbot

Peanut | @rr-after-dark

Hosting your Halloween party turns into a visit to the ER when you discover an adult-onset peanut allergy.

Family Secret | @/rr-after-dark

You've managed to keep your relationship and family with Dr. Jack Abbot private from his work for an entire decade. But your last pregnancy doesn't seem to care about that as you get brought to PTMC for an emergency delivery.

dumb love | @inkydelusions

as you reclaim your power by silencing your toxic ex during a trauma intervention, your firm professional boundaries leave jack convinced your connection is purely casual, even as he realizes he has fallen hard for you.

hoola hoop | @/inkydelusions

when you first heard of code hoola hoop you’d whished you’d never have to use it, but the pitt is full of surprises. when jack abbot finds you on the hospital roof, defeated and hurt, he makes the decision to change both your lives for good.

just one single glimpse of relief | @/inkydelusions

after years of loss, you finally bring your daughter to this world to find the healing you’ve both earned. meanwhile, jack settles into his new role as a devoted girl dad.

something med school didn’t cover | @/inkydelusions

when the doors of the pitt swing open to reveal you on the gurney, dr. jack abbot’s world shatters, forcing him to fight for two lives he didn’t know were at stake

warm wool and sandalwood | @/inkydelusions

your neighbors are remodeling their entire apartment, which messes up with your sleeping schedule. jack offers you a escape from the nightmare of drils and hammers.

Public Profession | @drjohncarters

when an ob consult flirts with you, jack decides to make your relationship status very clear.

On the Clock | @/drjohncarters

jack interrupts your dinner plans when he calls you into work. when he tries making it up to you on the rooftop, someone new finds out about your relationship. can be read as a companion piece to sergeant, md!

Officially Growing Up | @boiohboii

Jack tried to prepare his daughter for her first period. As a doctor and as a father. But alas, she still needs her dad with her. And maybe an adult girl on her side.

PTMC, but make it GenZ | @/boiohboii

Raining Cats | @morguesiren

on your way home from the store, you find an abandoned kitten under a car hiding from the rain, and you bring it home, to your husband’s surprise.

The Proposal | @/morguesiren

the three times you and jack thought about marrying one another - and the one time he finally asked you to marry him.

wife!reader and dad!jack | @/morguesiren

wife!reader  and  dad!jack  come to the hospital when their daughter gets injured.

Co-Parenting | @/morguesiren

you and jack might have gotten divorced, but you still have to manage your six-year-old daughter, despite neither of you really being over one another.

i. fourth of july, pt 02 | @itsaintmebabe

as the emergency department staff prepare for a mass casualty event, a teenage girl is rushed in after suddenly having seizures at a water park. as the trauma team works quickly to stabilize her and gather information from her frightened friend, they discover that the patient is Jack’s daughter. jack abbot x daughter! reader

HEAT WAVES | @peachyparkerr

jack abbot and the pretty young nurse he can't seem to get away from. it's only a matter of time before he can't help himself.

Blurb | @inkdrinkerworld

Rapidly Rising | @/inkdrinkerworld

Drabble | @/inkdrinkerworld

Breakfast? Delayed. Work? Pending. Hotel? Trivago. | @abbotshealinghands

In which Jack shares a rare morning with you after a night shift. You say you're in a hurry. Too bad he's a pleaser.

Dad!jack | @cartersway

Jack is the best father to his unborn child, but it’s a even better husband to his wife.

a mans touch | @pope-codys

when your baby won't stop crying, you bring her to the Pitt and get help from a very handsome doctor

human touch | @/pope-codys

you make another visit to the pitt when your baby won't stop crying, and jack suggests meeting up when he's off shift

Oops | @/pope-codys

it's the 4th of july and you hear that your boyfriend jack has come in with an injured SWAT guy and a gunshot wound for himself. but no one knows he's your boyfriend

Your Favourite Doctor Abbot | @writingismycardio

Pieces of the domestic married life with your favourite doctor Abbot.

Stay. Please | @/writingismycardio

You host a dinner party for your friends and Jack stops by only for him to stay for the night. And maybe finally forever.

THE ICING ON THE CHARTS | @swirlzpitt

when baker!reader gets woken up at 2 in the morning with a complaint from her sweet baby about a stuffy nose and a case of the sneezies, she brings her to the er, down the block from her bakery- meeting your customer crush, jack abbot- black scrubs, blue glove, silver hair, and delicate hands taking care of your sleepy daughter

She’s My Wife | @petalsforjoy

No one knows at the Pitt that Jack is married. They finally get to meet her…when she walks in as a patient. She cut her finger needing stitches. Jack can handle blood and chaos what he cannot handle is his wife on an ER bed.

Breathe (3:15) | @emotionallyintubated

Coming Home, part 2, part 3, part 4 | @/emotionallyintubated

The “Veteran!Jack Abbot x Veterinarian! Reader” Masterlist | @midnightgardentales

Common Mistake… | @/midnightgardentales

Y/N might just be “the one”, so it’s only right that she finally meets Jack’s work family…

Common Situation… | @/midnightgardentales

When Y/N’s trip is delayed, Jack wants to squeeze in more time with her. But watching her bf share war stories with a woman who “just gets it”, isn’t exactly the night Y/N had in mind…

Hopeless.. | @/midnightgardentales

It’s Valentine’s Day at the Pitt! And amongst all the emergencies flooding in, Jack Abbot is faced with the biggest one: asking out his co-worker…

Back on His Feet | @optimisticplb

After losing his leg in the war, Jack Abbot begins the long work of learning to walk again. The only problem is that somewhere between the bad days, the victories, and the parallel bars, he falls in love with the one person helping him stand.

godlight masterlist | @robinavich

working as in house counsel means you’ve become very acquainted with jack abbot and his little scrawl of a signature. god help him.

eight years, apparently | @solaceinruin

The entire ER thinks his wife isn’t real. They’re wrong.

Helping Hand, pt 2 | @rynwrites4fun

On your first flight with your six month old daughter, you struggle to get her to settle. That is until the man seated beside you, Jack Abbott, steps in to help.

The Bet | @brieeee02

Reader and Jack have been married for three years and only Robby knows. When Princess finds out you’re married, she goes to Ahmad to start the betting pool.

The Bet: Double or Nothing | @/brieeee02

You and Jack have been trying for a baby for a few months now, after losing hope, you finally see the two lines you’d been waiting you. Trying to keep it a secret from your coworkers, one slip up leads you in revealing your secret— which then starts another betting pool.. or two.. or three.

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 | @pastabox

𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙍 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩. 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭… 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ? | @/pastabox

𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚… 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 !

home is with you | @blueyberrybites

moving in with jack was supposed to be a dream but there was so much more than you anticipated. and a lot less jack. his night shift wasn’t a problem before but you realise now just how easy it is to miss him

birthday wishes | @honeypiehotchner

You never really celebrate your birthday, and you’re hoping it’ll go by this year without any fanfare. Jack has other ideas.

little one | @angelverse222

the second one | @alinathinkstoomuch

when your ex is brought into the ED, jack finds himself noticing things he shouldn’t—like how much it bothers him, and how little his feelings for you feel like friendship anymore.

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” | @belleeebelleee

give it till april | @vanillapjm

Occupational Hazzard | @girl-of-many-fandoms

A sixteen-year-old with an arrow through his hand. A migraine halfway through a night shift. And one attending you definitely shouldn’t be kissing on the hospital roof at 3 a.m.

Place your bets | @theadventuresoftheunknown

Trinity Santos knows her cousin has a partner, but doesn’t know who it is. You have only told her they work in the same ED as she does. To Ahmed’s delight, a new bet has started.

Dr. Jack Abbot Masterlist |  | @ponyosmom35

First Day | @/ponyosmom35

A new night nurse starts in the pitt and Jack takes an instant interest in her, not in a good way.

why me? | @/ponyosmom35

its another rough day in the pitt and jack continues to project his feelings onto reader who is only doing her best.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲 | @multi-fandom-imagine

THE FIVE STAGES, PART 2 | @thecherrypittttttt

thief of hearts | @katchamb3rs

after a gruelling night shift, all jack wants is to get home, isolate himself from the world and hibernate, but plans change when he finds his favourite neighbour yelling in the hallway.

The way he loves you | @yawnlovescookies

Jack makes sure you know you're loved, but he's not loud about it. (Though actions speak louder than words)

Married? | @/yawnlovescookies

What happens when someone sees the weeding ring you were trying to hide? Who will win the bet about your mysterious husband?

Other duties as assigned. | @abbotsyogamat

Day shift's insurance representative called out sick and you were the next one on the list of who had to come in. Due to Jack not wanting to incorporate your relationship into work yet, you missed the biggest update of the shift.

Jack Abbot and his complicated relationship with you | @dustofstarss

Short headcanons of Jack Abbot and his complicated relationship with you… that stopped being casual a long time ago but neither of you still dares to cross the other line. Too much intimacy to be just friends too much time being that to admit it.

Wrong Call | @getosleftarm

tension arises between the new ortho resident who decides to amputate the leg of a patient and jack, the doctor who did everything he could to stabilise him.

10 Things I Hate About You | @voidsagent

After joining in on the bet on Westbridge, you find an old bet on your relationship with Jack.

I Can’t Pretend | @/voidsagent

after jack gets hurt on shift, you find yourself having trouble pretending whatever is going on between you is just casual anymore.

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧) | @/cryonme

a failed marriage, a traumatic brain injury, an old emergency contact, and a love that doesn’t give up.

BABY-SHARK | @/lovebugism

it’s well known across the ptmc that park the shark doesn’t like anyone, except for a younger resident he calls ‘crybaby,’ who also happens to be jack abbot’s secret girlfriend.

old bets | @/bitters-n-sweets

an old bet has accidentally resurfaced and you question where you stand in your relationship with Jack.

dating jack abbot and you also work in the same ER. | @/bitters-n-sweets

Jack Abbot x Single Mom!ER Nurse!Reader | @/titus-danforth

Jack Abbot is the dad that stepped up for the sweet little girl who is the daughter of his favorite ER nurse- having been a part of her life since she was a newborn. How does he not fall for her mom?