thick thighs, jack's thick thighs and his lil pudge of a belly despite being built like a fucking brick wall. resting your face on the inside of his thigh as you look up at him with adoring eyes, watching the way his white scruff glitters in the low light of the room. his pupils blown from looking back down at you, chest rising and falling quickly as his cock twitches where it's heavy in his briefs, wet spot showing you were his tip strains against the fabric
you coo softly, his name, a sweet sentiment, soothing him as you caress your soft hands over his sore legs after a long shift. he's undressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, an afterwork ritual of you carefully and reverently undressing him something he allows you both to indulge in now that he's comfortable with it. it's taken time to get here with him, his life so full and complicated- carried around with him despite his easy going attitude at work
but here, now, he's yours. given in to you completely as you help to remove his prosthetic and the layers covering the end of his leg. you reach for the salve at your knees, rubbing it into his skin there with rapt attention, lips pressing to the skin above where you work, lashes fluttering as you glance up at him every so often to see him just staring down at you
his expression is so open, so wanting that it melts your heart. makes you glad to do things like this for him. be soft with him
your hands move up and sneak beneath the fabric of his briefs, nails scraping lightly, waking up goosebumps in their wake. jack's hips stutter up and forward, his cock jumping in the fabric it's contained in. his little breathy exclamation going straight through you to settle hot between your thighs
your fingers finally reach the crease of his thighs, and you dig your grip in as you ghost your mouth over him, reveling in the tortured groan he lets out as his head knocks back and his hands clench atop the covers of the bed
'o-off' he rasps out and you oblige, helping him remove the briefs as he lifts his hips enough for you to do so, dragging them down slowly. he catches on them, springing free when you finally pull them away from the cradle of his hips and down his thighs, the thin hair there a whisper against the fabric
carefully removing them completely, you focus on the soft skin of his sack, cradling it in one hand while you nose at the thick hairs there. he smells just like always, that mix of stale sweat, lingering cologne and the fabric softener that you favor. but here, down between his legs, his scent is muskier, deeper, more distinctly himself and it makes your mouth water as you sneak your tongue out to run it along the underside of his length
'teasin' me like the devil' jack manages to free a hand to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through messy tendrils. all you do is look up at him with a sparkle in your eye before swallowing him down- his only response is a choked out 'fuck!'
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Summary: a shouted expletive and a giggle, that's what starts this heady thing between you and him
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: canon language, canon medical situations, canon gore (brief), canon death (passive, brief), trauma associated with working in the healthcare industry, disassociation, cold weather accidents (cause it's chilly where i am this morning hehe), flirty jack, reader has no hold on her emotions when it comes to him, slight nervous tics, reader obvi likes jack from afar (cause who doesn't), kissing, lack of professionalism from both jack and reader, oral (f recieving), smut, protected p in v, comfort, teasing, soft dom jack? yeah soft dom! jack, light sprinkling of angst lemme know if i missed any!
A/N: idk what happened, this was supposed to be a lil thing that turned into this. him yelling in last night's episode really did something to me, i guess 👀
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jack abbot is a frustratingly calm man. he allows a rare glimpse into who he is every once in while. like tonight for example, when he yells at a patient to shut the fuck up. and...honestly, there wasn't even a thought in your head before a giggle sprouted from your lips
he tossed you a quirked eyebrow over his shoulder before continuing to guide the gurney into the trauma room- letting you know that he absolutely heard it. shit, so much for maintaining professionalism
'didn't know you could make a sound like that,' jack's voice is close, too close and you shiver at the feel of his warm breath on the back of your neck. the guise of him looking over your shoulder to the tablet in your hands does enough to keep your privacy in the crowded department
'it was just a laugh, you were being funny in that dry, take no shit way,' you busy yourself with zooming in on the scans for your patient, seeing the source of their discomfort and come up with a plan to help relieve it. simple, easy, some cases are not. and jack still hasn't backed away yet
'that wasn't a laugh, that was a giggle,' he pushes, just that little bit that most people wouldn't
'i'm tired,' is all you say, logging out of the tablet and tucking it into a spot among the others atop the counter, you turn to go toward the narcotics holder but the man is still in your personal space. his neck is right at your eye level and you tongue to keep another sound from cropping up at the sight of all his freckles nestled around a tan line
and then he says something that essentially blue screens your entire mind before walking off. 'it was cute, wouldn't mind hearing it again.'
hours go by, the cases never letting up and only seeming to get worse as night progresses. it's pitch black and cold outside, but you're determined to get a moment of peace out in the ambulance bay, your latest patient just coded, saved at the last possible second and you stepped away before jack could even look away from the screen displaying the vitals and you were gone
you startle when a weight settles over your shoulders, turning your head to find jack beside you and shifting his hips ever so slightly in a way that should not be as distracting as it is because you know why he's doing it. 'you okay? that was a tough one, but we saved her."
'yeah, it's just...the breathing gets me sometimes. the rattling in the chest." you recall cases where you were in training, in school, out in the field...at home...
'i get that, it's hard not to compare situations, but the knowledge is different. you know more now than you did then, you did what you could then and adapted, that's better than nothing, than being stuck.'
'okay, mr. i saw my therapist this week.' you gently nudge your shoulder into his, grateful for the zip up he brought out for you. you tug it closer, the scent of his cologne and lingering sterility from the hospital a calming duo. your exhale is heavy, weighted
'like it better when you're laughing,' he admits
'i think i'm all tapped out of laughter for the night, sorry to disappoint.' you offer him a half smile, eyes not quite meeting his own as he looks over. you busy yourself with feeding your arms through the sleeves of his jacket, it's a little loose on you but you rather like it. not that you'd admit it aloud
'you could never disappoint me," he makes sure to catch your eyes, holding them as he leans in, fingers doing up the zipper for you. despite yourself, a nervous sound bubbles up just as your stomach flips
'close enough,' he winks at you before scanning his badge to open the door and holding it open for you to walk through first. you don't take his jacket off for the rest of your shift, pressing your face into the fabric when you have a moment to take in the soothing scent
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he hears your cackle from down the hall, just as the morning shift begins to show up for pre-rounds. the eager beavers and over achievers who want to show that they want to be here milling about and getting a lay of the land before everyone else. he did it, though it was more out of a sense of duty than to please anyone but his latent sense of restlessness. grateful, to whoever brought that sound out of you
but then he hears your words, 'oh fuck off, he does not like me.'
mckay's voice is a hum, the rasp in it just pitched enough to hide her words but the responding scoff from you is loud and clear.
'nobody likes me, cassie. not during school, not during my peace corps tours, not during my residency. ever.'
'maybe you just weren't paying attention, you're very hard not to like,' he heard that just fine, but maybe that's because he's walked into the open space of the hub and does a quick glance around the space. it's still early, the sun not even up yet
'i'm not the type of person that people fall for, end of story.' you say it so matter of fact that jack wonders what would cause you to take so firm a stance on something that is so completely, utterly wrong. he knows two nurses off the top of his head that get flustered when you're on shift and one of the ortho fellows asks about you every time she dips down here for a consult- in a decidedly more than friendly way if the snacks left for you are any indication
he decides to do something about that, just as soon as the rest of the day shift gets here
he finds you in the on-call room, robby mentioning that he saw you duck in there after handing off your last patient. your back is to the door when he enters, steps quiet
'trying to run away on me now?' he wishes he could say that he doesn't enjoy the gasp of his name falling from your lips as you turn too quickly but he does. he might even preen at the way your skin visibly prickles as he catches you when your balance falters
he chuckles lowly, ears picking up the nervous laughter on every shaky exhale
it sounds almost manic now, as he backs you into the metal frame of the bunk bed with slow steps. the glint in his hazel eyes just shy of taunting and your breathing becomes shallow. your lips move but you doubt any actual words form- none of it matters when jack dips his head and captures them in a kiss
his hands cup your face, the callus on his palms jolting your nerves like a strike of lighting. you want to feel them everywhere. you surge forward, opening up to him, giving into this, giving into him
'you really think no one likes you?' he breaths the words into the skin of your neck, teeth grazing ever so slightly. 'cause i can think of a handful of people on the night shift alone.'
'a-are you one of them?' the hope in your voice nearly kills him on the spot. he caresses his thumbs over your cheeks, eyes softening as he takes in your vulnerable expression, brows knit together and lips slightly swollen.
'i wouldn't be kissing you if i wasn't.' he does so again, hoping to erase the look from your face. you melt into him further, arms wrapping around his ribs as he holds you steady by your waist. swiping his tongue across the seam of your lips pulls a delicious whimper from you that has him hardening in his scrubs
just like the giggle you made earlier made him twitch only this is so much better
he feels like he finally got through to you when your hands trail up to his chest, feeling him in open exploration. he takes a loose hold of your wrists and directs your hands underneath the hem of his shirt, telling you it’s okay to touch
‘want you to touch me, baby,’ he mouths at your jaw, his own hands tangling in the hair he looses from the clip keeping it out of your face. your palms rest over his pecks, the tips of your pinkies roving over his nipples. ‘fuck, just like that.’
tops tumble to the floor, scrub ties come undone and then he’s shifting to lie on the bottom bed, pulling you down with him. your back hits the thin blankets, hips immediately hiking up so jack can remove your bottoms, underwear dragging down alongside them
you’re completely naked underneath him, chest heaving and lips swollen. your heart is hammering beneath your ribs, your core throbbing with the sensations he’s playing all over your body, mouth snug around a peaked nipple and fingers brushing briefly through course hair before slipping between swollen folds
he’s alarmingly quick at finding that little bundle of nerves, pulling a high-pitched keen from you when he circles two fingers around it before tapping them against it firmly. ‘eyes on me.’
lashes fluttering, you try, you really do. Keeping his eyes even as he moves down your body and presses his mouth to your core. your hips surge up, a cry spilling from your lips, perhaps a touch too loud, but he doesn’t make a move to silence you. his tongue dips inside and you moan, being filled so long overdue a feeling that you can’t help but scramble for a hold on his curls
that seems to spur him on, his lips latch around your clit and he teases it between his teeth. two fingers gently trace you, slipping inside easily. your eyes shoot down to him and he’s staring at you, pupils blown and heat swirling in the multicolored depths
‘f-fuck,’ you manage to huff out, his name following before he begins to move them in a steady rhythm. you don’t dare look away, not even when he crooks them deep inside and finds the spot that spurs wildfire across your entire body. it doesn’t take long before you’re clenching around his fingers and coming with a cry of his name
through the sound of your panting, you register the ripping of foil. vision slightly blurred you look up to find jack rolling a condom down over himself. he’s beautiful, every inch of him on display for your wandering, hazy eyes. freckled skin, sculpted muscles, tan lines you only got to glimpse until now
‘you’re gorgeous,’ you coo, reaching out to drag the tip of a finger along the underside of his cock, standing proud between his legs. his lips quirk up on one side, there you are, he likes you teasing and full of fighting spirit
he urges you to sit up, helping to roll you both until he’s the one on his back. your knees sink into the mattress as you hover over him. before he can say anything, you take him in hand and slip him between your folds, guiding your hips over him in a sinful tease. his blunt nails bite into your skin, hands gripping tight to your waist
the slick sound is too much for him, he needs to be inside you, he needs to feel you clench around him. he tells you as much and you heed them, holding him still and rising high to notch him perfectly at your entrance. your other hand rests over his chest for balance, hips sinking, sinking, sinking- until your hips are flush with his
‘god damn,’ jack moans, heat curling in his belly, thighs quivering with the effort to hold himself back. if you were on your back, you’d be a mewling, moaning mess of pleasure- he’s damn sure of it
but he wants you to feel in control, even as his hips shift and hitch your breath. he twitches, pulling a different sound from you and then you’re moving in little wiggles to get a feel for him. he chokes out your name when you begin to bounce, his hands moving up to your ribs, thumbs buried underneath the wright of your breasts
he surges up, meeting you move for move as he digs a heel and palm into the bed. two bodies rolling together, grinding- the wet sound of where he fills you spurring him on further
‘jack, please, i’m so close,’ you whimper, knocking your forehead into his, nails digging into his shoulders where you do your best to hold on tight. he hopes you leave marks for him to catch in the mirror later, allowing him that much of you. he reaches down between your legs, feeling for that swollen bundle and he knows he’s found it when your breath stutters out
heat envelopes you, surging suddenly as your release overtakes your body. it’s silent, though your mouth opens as if to let out a scream, muscles locking up. jack groans deeply at the tight clench of you around him, pulling his own release from him. you two can only pant, the on-call room filled with the swirl of your combined scents and sweat
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‘we don’t, um, we don’t have to talk about this, if you don’t want to.’ you refuse to look at him, not wanting to face the inevitable dismissal that always happens after being intimate with someone. like you told mckay, no one ever really likes you
‘what are you talking about?’ jack looks up sharply from where he rights his scrub top from being inside out. you’re standing, just having put your ensemble back on, hair still loose and a little wild
‘no strings and all that,’ you carefully fold his jacket up and offer it to him. instead of taking it, he snatches your wrist and pulls you between his legs. you yelp at the action, confusion coloring your features as the garment falls to the floor
‘i told you i like you,’ jack captures your eyes, almost daring you to look away with how intense his gaze is. his mouth is a firm line, a faint one between his brows
‘i thought that was just to, you know…get in my pants,’ you’re not you, the reliable but take no shit – straight to the point next in line to be an attending night shift person he’s come to know over the last year. the person standing in front of him is…foreign and he’s more than a little concerned. you're stuttering, nervous, second guessing, self-conscious- all the things he never wants to see in you again
‘you’re fucking…you being serious right now? is that who you think i am?’ he can’t help the tinge of anger that heats his words, turns them sharp. he regrets it when you shrink into yourself the smallest bit
“no! no, i-i don’t actually, but…it’s just that-‘ he watches the way your eyes flit around, unable to meet his. his heart thumps painfully in his chest, you...you slept with him even if it…you’ve given so much of yourself to people only to get burned in the past, he realizes
‘that’s happened before?’ he asks carefully, taking your hands in his and cradling them, urging you to understand that he’s here. that he cares
your silence is answer enough. and while it angers him once again, he reigns it in, opting to revisit that emotional response with his therapist later on. and maybe you once he gets to know you a little better and can do so without triggering you
‘you are worth more than all of those people who did you wrong combined, you hear me?’ he stands and wraps his arms around you, hoping to shield you from a world that’s seemingly done nothing but harm you up until this point. ‘i’ve got you, okay?’
nodding, you bury your head in the crook of his neck and breath in deep
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'i'm ecxited to see what other sounds i can pull from you," he pulls you close and presses his lips to yours in a sound kiss. ‘but i’m also looking forward to just talking with you.’
he holds open the door for you, waiting until your seat belt is securely clicked into place before closing it. he bids you good bye, saying to text him when you wake up from your sleep and then he’ll get you for a late lunch or early dinner. you watch as he walks away toward his own vehicle, too caught up in shape of his ass and the broadness of his shoulders to see mckay sneak up to your passenger window
‘told you he liked you.’ she wiggles her brows at you, eyes lingering on the faint mark he suckled into the spot below your ear
‘shut up, cassie.’ you let loose a few giggles, unable to reign them in. just like yesterday
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jack abbot taglist: @sawymredfox @lotusbxtch @easybbgrl @wolveriene
the burn in your thighs is almost too much, the palms pressing firmly to the give of your muscle and bending them so the fronts of them meet your stomach and chest. it's a claustrophobic position, to be so curled in on yourself but it's eased by the tight grip of fingers digging into your skin and the dull bite of blunt nails as you feel the drag of joel's thick cock as he thrusts into you at a punishing pace
your own voice is foreign to you as your body sinks into the mattress beneath you with every pressuring move joel makes, the pitch of your moans and whines almost cracking with the force of them pushed from your chest, the scrap of your nails as you try to find purchase in the sheets crumpled up around you
but one thing is certain, the grunts and pants leaving joel's plush lips in that deep, gravely voice of his is still sending sparks through your stomach, the clench of your cunt around his cock urges him on, his eyes trained on the place where he's snugly inside you, the ring of your pleasure almost creaming around him as he pulls out and coo's something sickly sweet to you that doesn't register
he's punching in, your whole body jerking up the bed with the force of his thrust and it has you whining and begging, you're so close- pleasure and heat and sensation of him almost overwhelming in its intensity
and then he leans down and his weight is added to the press of your body, his chest firm against your shins and his damp curls bouncing in your face as his hips rut, rut, rut before he's filling you with a tortured groan. you clench around him, not daring to let any bit of him free as your own release takes over your body, pulling every muscle taught and stealing your breath
a little something different, a little something i've been working on for nearly two years now (i think) but it's dedicated to both @lotusbxtch and @for-a-longlongtime since they are always ravenous for glimpses of it hehe
-> link to sneakie peek from forever ago
-> from the prologue i'm currently putting together
how he would be so overcome with pride and possessiveness, protecting you and keeping you safe puffing up his broad chest as he urges his horse to gallop back toward the gate after patrol
the heavy breaths that would fall from his plush lips, dampening the ends of his moustache as he thinks of you safe and content at home
his home, the one he chose when a new family arrived, the one he repaired and fixed up with his own two hands. sweating and bleeding, and working endless hours to make it what it is now- your safe space
he walks through the door now, boots stomping onto the bristly mat you braided together from dried weeds and old rope. he didn't dare track any mud or dirt into the cozy space, wanting it to be exactly what you preferred
he finds you in the back room, laundry piled high in a basket as you unload the washer, preparing to take it out back to hang on the lines he put up for you when you asked. he recalls the way your eyes tracked his every movement, the thrum of your pulse he could practically scent as he proved his worth once again for you
now though, you're all soft and sleepy, body draped in one of his shirts like a nightgown. his hands reach for you, just as his lips press hungrily to exposed shoulder where the collar stretches. the gasp you let out electrifies him, jolting him where he's already hard and aching for you between his legs
he bites down on the exposed skin, pulling a moan from deep in your chest as his hands grip you tight and pull you flush against him. thick fingers foxtrot down your belly, curling triumphantly around the hem of the shirt and press against the sweet wetness between your thighs
'fuck, darlin', you ain't got on any panties'
'l-laundry day' is your strangled answer as he begins to rub tight circles over that little bundle of nerves, feeling every shiver and shake of your body as he gives you one more thing you deserve, his attention focused solely on you. always, constantly, forever
when you cry out, it's because he's dipped them lower to curl and press deep inside. his voice joins the symphony of your shuddering pants and little whimpers of pleasure as he moans out at the feeling of you clenching tight around him, mind lost in the haze of how fucking unbelievable you feel every single time
it only takes a few thrusts before your body tenses with your release, heat lancing through. it's only a few moments of suspended bliss before you feel the hard slide of him between your folds. he grunts as he does it a few times, delighting in the twitch of your muscles and the softness of your body leaning wholly against him. it makes it easier to guide you forward, bending you over the top of the dryer you seldom use in the summer months
he licks up a hot stripe along your neck as he thrusts in wholly, your sigh of contentment only fueling the embers that simmer low behind his hips. he doesn't revel, he doesn't pause, he can't, he can't
he moves like an animal possessed, rutting harshly against you, into you, his front pressing your own down and pinning you while he takes everything his mind is telling him is his. because you chose him, rely on him, made a life with him. you're his and he's yours
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‘this how you feel about it- feel about being between my legs?’
you reach down and take a hold of him, the thick feel of him twitching against your palm and he groans into your neck. his nose presses heavy into your pulse point and shuddering exhale makes your skin impossibly hot all over. the sparkles of peaked pleasure dance over your skin as you turn your attention on him now
it's easy to move the hulk of him, to shift him onto his back and settle between his thighs. his cock is hard, hot velvet jutting up and angled toward the softness of his stomach. the heat of him pushes into your bare breasts, sticky arousal smearing into your skin like a brand. he's already so worked up, so wrecked, just from burying his face between your legs
thin hairs tickle your palms as you balance them on his thighs, nuzzling your face against his chest, trailing down slowly with chaste kisses that pull delicious, whining sounds from frankie's throat
'such a tease, baby' he murmurs when you ghost your nose over the head of him, flat against his stomach. his skin is prickling, sweat beading up in the crevices of his body and shining in the low light of the bedroom
the burst of a strangled sound as you gently brush your lips to where the base of him nestles travels hot down your front, settling in your core. your legs shake as you lower yourself completely in the space of his spread legs. you swipe your tongue up the length of him in a lazy move, pulling his voice out in a low groan
your hands move to hold firm to the base of him, fingers slick as you stroke him almost soothingly, reverently, collecting the drops of arousal that leak from his swollen head, the other hand cups the velvet skin beneath, cradling and massaging in away that has his thighs and stomach twitching
'b-baby, please' frankie begs, his deliciously deep voice pleading so sweet to your ears. you don't bother to hide the smirk you press to the inside of his thigh, he registers it just before you raise your head and his eyes connect with yours just as you open your mouth to swirl your tongue around head and swallow him down
he curses loud and guttural as you begin to bob your head up and down, his large hands tangling in your hair and pushing it back so he can watch from where he tries to hold his head up enough to do so
but he doesn't manage it long, his eyes flutter shut and his chest begins to heave with panting breath as the pleasure takes over him
tagging a few of the known frankie girlies (gn): @for-a-longlongtime @lotusbxtch @hiddenbabynyc @copperhalfcent @sawymredfox @mani-pedro
his hips move against yours with a force that shoves you up the bed with each deep thrust. the hitch of your breath and the clench of you tight around him spurring him on as he grips the back of your knees like a lifeline. the bounce of your free chest, tight nipples catch the morning light streaming in through the blinds and it makes bright spots edge around his stark, vibrant sight.
every whimper, every keen, every guttural sound that he punches from your chest with the drive of his thick cock into your wet heat is a symphony collascing wiht the slaps of his bare skin against yours, the deep huffs of his breath, the slick sound of where you two connect as he grinds into you- pausing only to lower one hand after hooking a knee over his shoulder to the back of your head.
thick fingers tangle into your loose hair, protecting you from the headboard he's got you crowded up against. your own hands scrabble at his sides, nails nipping into the skin of his ribs as you try and hold on to something as he pistons himself at a devastating pace.
'jo-oel!" you choke, voice raspy and slurred as you look up at him through wide eyes, mouth wide open as you feel him pulse.
'tha's right, baby, say my name just- like- that!' each word is spit out with a thrust, heat coiling tight in your middle, flaring out to the very tips of your fingers and making your head spin, your body flutter, your skin sparkle.
you do it again, crying out as the coil snaps. white blinds your view of him as your head flies back and your back arches. he's growling as you tighten around him impossibly so, pulling his own overwhelming release he had been staving off to bring you to yours.
hot spurts coat your insides, spilling out around him where he's pushed as deep as he can get, coating the curls at his base.
'just like that, you did such a good job f'me, baby.' he coos in that delicious voice of his, not bothering to move from where he presses into you. you can only babble in response, not sure of anything but the tangle of skin and limbs that make the two of you up. unsure where he ends and you begin. when he pulls out, you feel the thick, hot stream of him leaking out and keen at the loss.
but he knows. he knows he can't stop now, not when you make the prettiest sounds. he grips the backs of your thighs and spreads them, stretching you open and his dark eyes drink in the sight of you fluttering around nothing, his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes in the sight.
and then he dives in, pulling a shout from your heaving chest as his tongue gathers it all up and licks it back inside.
Dev's Drabbles#1 "Forget my Feelings/My Heart is Silent?.."
“If only my heart could speak,
Without connotation I anticipate consequence,
In absolution, au courant. The raining of rose glass lens shattered at my feet; liberation of perception, yet,
My mind though elucidated, still fears the heart and its tremulous rhythm,
Selfish pulsations in need. Garrulous without tongue,
Stuttering pleas, infernal; to echo through my chest,
The bluff, wavered by a hair's breadth in my feelings’ attempt to flee.”
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I like to write free form poetic drool sometimes. Who'd of thunk?
