#*:･ﾟ✧ chat: jack

[devourrrmee]

oh man! oh boy!! …his fangs and hands 🫦

[stellamarielu]

jack abbot who is unknowingly pouty and stand-offish when he is jealous and is viscerally irritated when he realizes because he believes he’s too old to feel this possessive 🫣

anyone down for a quick possessive jack abbot drabble with a sprinkle of frank langdon bc why the hell not??? frankie mention is harmless but i want them both to want me let’s be honest.

Jack never saw himself as a possessive man. He was extremely secure, and hardly ever jealous.

But that was before he noticed the way Frank Langdon always lingered in your presence.

At first he didn’t pay too much attention to it, he would remind himself that the man had a family at home, and chalked it up to nothing more than an affectionate personality and friendly demeanor.

Until he realized Frank was no where near affectionate nor friendly.

In fact, he was known for his blunt, no bullshit personality, so to see him smiling at you so often and striking up small talk between patients, he began to question his intentions.

Jack’s apprehensive state of mind started with narrow eyed stares while he watched Langdon pick up his stride to catch up with you in the open walkways of the ED. The threatening glares quickly evolved into subconsciously clenched fists when he overheard the way you would cackle at some of his comments.

cackle.

The same outburst of giggles that he usually pulled from you when you laid next to him in bed, only now he had to hear them at the end of another man's jokes.

The worst part was that he was only privy to a handful of interactions between you and Langdon, the ones that took place at the end of his shift and the beginning of yours.

Once Jack left for the day, you were completely at the mercy of the conventionally attractive, blue eyed doctor for the remainder of your work day.

And the real kicker, was that even if he was on the day shift with you and Langdon… even if he was around to witness the extra attention you were getting from another male coworker, he couldn’t do anything about it, because you weren’t even his in the first place.

Or at least he didn't know if you were his.

You certainly had a physical relationship. Having been sleeping together for nearly two months now, there was no question that you were romantically involved.

You stayed over at his place, he stayed over at yours, you talked every day, shared meals, kissed each other goodbye in the morning, and yet he still wasn’t certain of the title of your relationship.

God, he was nearly 50. Formally asking you to be his girlfriend felt so trivial, but the longer he had to walk past Langdon shamelessly flirting with you, he thought he might just get down on one knee in front of the entire hospital just to shut him up.

Langdon was currently leaning unnecessarily far over the triage desk, captivating your attention with whatever stupidity was spewing from his mouth and Jack couldn’t take it anymore.

His face was rigid, and body tense as he pushed toward the back doors of the ED, backpack slung over one shoulder.

He brushed past you on his way out, no good bye, no silent wink hidden from the rest of the staff, not even a subtle smile. Just walked right past you as Frank continued telling you about the new Mediterranean restaurant down the street.

You held up a quick finger, signaling the man across from you to pause his thought, barely acknowledging him as you followed Jack through the sliding doors of the ambulance bay.

"Hey, you okay?"

Your voice stops him in his tracks. The sweet cadence immediately making him feel like the world's biggest asshole.

“You should get back in there before your boyfriend starts to worry about you.” He turns to face you, his words forming through a smile on his lips.

It's clearly a joke, one that immediately makes your brows furrow in confusion.

“Langdon?”

Hearing his name on your lips makes his jaw tick.

You stop for a second, looking back through the glass of the sliding doors. Frank is there, fidgeting with the stethoscope at his neck and talking with Dana, glancing out at you and Jack mid conversation.

“Oh.” Your voice is quiet as you turn back to look at the man in front of you, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder.

Here you were, thinking Jack had a rough night or a challenging case that made him stoic and closed off, when in reality he was just jealous.

“Jack Abbot are you jealous?”

He doesn't respond, just takes a deep breath, chest heaving under his inhale as he keeps his eyes on you.

“It’s Frank.” You say it like you actually can't believe he would imply anything could ever happen between the two of you.

Sure, you and Frank got along well. Of course you were close, you spent nearly 50 hours a week with the guy. But at the end of the day, he was just an annoyingly condescending resident with a good sense of humor. He wasn’t someone you were even remotely interested in exploring a relationship with. He wasn’t Jack.

“you are the only man working at this hospital that I have feelings for.” Stepping forward to close the gap between your bodies, you place your hands on either side of his arms, holding him steady and reiterating that he is your sole focus.

“What about over at St. Johns?”

Classic Jack brushing off the seriousness of his feelings with a joke, bringing up the possibility that you might find another lover at the hospital three blocks away.

“I can’t make any promises there, I hear they have a really hot orthopedic surgeon.”

He shakes his head at your response, a wide smile stretching across his features.

“Seriously. It’s just you for me.”

There it was. A branding of exclusivity.

You seek out his gaze, tilting your head slightly to the side, and a weight leaves his chest at your words of reassurance.

“Dinner tonight? Your place?” You place a quick kiss on his cheek as the questions flood past you lips.

He hums in response, busy looking over your shoulder, “your boyfriend’s staring at us.”

You almost roll your eyes at the smug expression washing over his face as he watches Langdon through the glass.

“My boyfriend, is right here.”

This time your lips find his in a careful, prolonged embrace. A kiss that everyone on the other side of the sliding doors is sure to be gaping at— your relationship laid out in the open air of the ambulance bay in front of anyone who cares to watch.

[conflictedemma]

D-O-E-Y!

[likesomeoneinlovee]

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲

Pairing: bf!Jack Abbot x F!reader

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Jack finds everything about you attractive. That includes menstruation.

Warnings: PORN-NO-PLOT. Unprotected p-in-v. Period sex + descriptions of menstrual blood (obviously 😔👌) Oral f!receiving.

Author’s Note: Brought to you by 1 half shot of disgustingly sweet rum. Enjoy, anon! (sorry for the abrupt ending LOL)

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There hadn’t been a day Jack wasn’t willing to take you. 

No matter the time or day. if you called, he’d come. 

Whether in the terms of coming home to you, or, ejaculation. Commonly, it was both. 

Maybe he was too willing, if, there was such a thing. Beckoning to an almost urgent text you sent him earlier into his shift, how badly you needed him, his touch, his cock. How you’d almost been tempted to pop into the ER at ten o’clock at night just to work him urgently into the lounge and stuff his dick halfway down your throat just to feel something, anything at all. 

He’d assure you through a quick text he was getting off early tonight, and, in a non-tech savvy, old man fashion, unironically paired it with a gen-X approved winky face built from a semicolon and parentheses. 

Hours later, he unlocked the door to his apartment with an unusual pep, pushing in. And, when he saw the dim, warm lighting peeking through the crack of his bedroom’s door, he could already feel himself stiffen, just the littlest of amounts. He pressed the entry wide, his tongue sliding out to wetten his bottom lip as he saw you, legs stretched, body so comfortably laid out against his mattress, making his mouth water like his eyes had only just laid on the most saccharine of desserts. 

He felt his stomach plummet, and his cock pulse. 

And, without a moment's notice, moved quickly to launch himself into bed with you, making you squeal as his massive palms wrung around your ankles, tugging you towards his broad body. Before you stuttered a bit, palmed his chest and squeaked a gentle ‘wait.’ 

Jack blinked, his dire movements had haltered for a second or two. Before you had explained to him; you were bleeding. As in, menstruating. In all, vivid honesty, Abbot couldn’t give one, singular fuck. 

He’d reassure himself that you were comfortable, almost annoyingly so, fingertips tapping and pressing over your body as if he was doing a routine checkup. Thumbing over your belly, noting the quiet bloat below your navel, lips gliding over your tits, bookmarking the tenderness of your breasts. And, oh, was he hungry. 

Starving. With an all-too familiar heat that roiled deep in his belly. 

Once you were scathed of all your clothing, Abbot's eyes silently worshipped over your nude being, pressing his left hand into your cushy thigh and creasing it back against your hip, allowing your other leg to reign free. 

“Good girl,” Jack cooed, soothing warm, worked palms over your form. “Relax for daddy, honey.” 

His words always found a way to your pussy before they hit your brain, making her throb adjacent to his cock. You’d suck on your teeth when he swiftly ducked his face down between your legs and pressed a chaste kiss to your tummy before paving a path of wet, audible smooches down towards your needy, sensitive cunt. 

He pecked your clit, already so swollen and desperate for him. Just the quick, sweet gesture made your hips squirm a little against his comforter, then, he stuck out his tongue and lapped a long, hot stripe between your gooey folds. That’s how he’d make you whimper. 

“Jack–” You’d breathe, “Yes!” 

It was so hard for you to keep even an ounce of composure when it just felt so fucking good. Jack had grunted into your cunt when his tongue tasted a particularly thick moisture, teeth grazing that gorgeous, sensitive pearl as he licked a little deeper, a little more desperate. 

And every messy, sopping noise, just a little more grotesque. 

He’d part your puffy lips with his thumbs, flatten his tongue and rub it up and down the inners repetitively. 

“Jus’ tastes so sweet,” his tongue stroked you again, “Even like this. Mm–fuck.” 

Rasping through his words, the tip of his tongue nudges against your entrance. You shook out a moan as your front teeth sunk deep into your trembling, bottom lip. 

As if to tease you, Abbot slowly withdrew from your cunt, his glossy, deep green eyes meeting with yours. It’d only take a flickering diversion in your gaze’s direction to notice Jack’s chin coated in spit, slick, and a lot of sticky, crimson blood. You’d whine, securing fingers into his silver curls and gripping. 

“You–you really don’t have to…” It was shaky, a little scared. 

“Honey. I want to.” He’d grit, eyes glimmering. “Need to.” 

You’d detach a fist from his hair to anchor it into his duvet. Spreading your thighs wider as you felt your brain only growing dumber. Hips lazily hopping towards his fluid-smeared chin, forlornly. It’d only been a minute and you felt every nerve wailing for another inkling of stimulation. 

And Jack always aimed to please, right?

“Does my sweet girl need my cock instead?” He’d almost sneer. 

Jack knew the answer, of course. It was there, being reciprocated back to him through your blown, sparkling pupils. Though, with your gaze held tight to his, you nodded. Quick and hastily. 

Plucking down his boxers by the elastic band, he wrung them around his thick thighs, balls hanging heavy over the hem’s edge. His cock was obscenely plump with blood, the head thick and broad, crying heady beads of opaque slick. You wanted to cry. 

He’d precariously position himself over top of your supine body, gathering up all that goop gushing out of your hole with his tip with long, languid strokes within your swelled folds. Your jaw went slack, and you choked on an absurdly pitched moan–Jack always found a way to make you sound like a pornstar. You were keeping his neighbors in your prayers. 

He gripped the base of his shaft and aligned himself with your entrance, you felt his nose brush tenderly against your flushed cheek, pursing his lips into a thin line. 

“If you’re still all achy–” He began, voice forcing through a grunt. “—this’ll help, sweetie. Promise.” 

At that, he pushed in. And you moaned–oh god, did you moan. Something that ripped straight from your chest and shrilled from your pretty, drool slick lips. Abbot hissed, and worked a heavy palm over your mouth. 

“Shhh, I know.” He sucked in a breath, held it, then released it against the shell of your ear. “But you can take him, mhm… Doc knows best.” 

It was the straight, whole truth. Disgustingly dirty being said in a moment like this one. Every drawn, lengthy thrust of his dick felt hazy, like heaven on earth. Making you moan with every hearty press to the squishy, ribbed spot against the ceiling of your pussy, your walls clenched and unclenched with each tantalizing, circular rub of his index to your clit. 

Your nails clawed and dragged down the expanse of his chest, mewling as the coarse, thatch of hair crowning his cock scratched a little too close to the hardened pearl already being toyed with, courtesy of his digits. You squeezed and clamped around him. Already riding the edge of your impending climax. 

He felt the twitches and tightens of your body, hyper focused on every little detail, from the scrunch of your nose when he drove a little deeper, to how your thighs would spasm, stretching just a little wider for him. Each rut of his hips became more and more repetitive, ornery and fixed on getting you to cum before him. As always. 

Frenzied, your smaller hands began gripping and grabbing different parts of his body, waist, biceps, neck and squeezing him tight as your fingertips barely brushed against his damp, salt and pepper curls.

Adding fuel to the already raging fire, the pad of his thumb shifted to your clit and pressed. Holding a firm, consistent pressure to the bundle of nerves.

This had caused the dam to break. Your legs slung around his hips and tugged him close, feeling your stomach coil and churn deep. And, you could never get over the cliche-ness of how your toes curled, and your eyes rolled back somewhere deep inside your skull. 

Fuck, he was good. 

Jack’s hips spurred and jerked as the muscles in your cunt contracted around his member, holding back had been proven impossible with the sinful, tight stimulation you had been effortlessly providing every nerve ending in his shaft. 

His balls tightened and drew up like clockwork, he’d twitch, hard, and follow that involuntary spasm with thick, hot ropes of cum shooting deep inside your pussy, filling you up to the brink before he’d even think about pulling out–he’d praise himself every night for getting that vasectomy all those years ago, or else he’d have you knocked up twice over by now. Twins each time. He was so very confident if he was never snipped, it’d be sure to stick. 

Your body comfortably went limp against the jumbled mass of pillows and sheets, utterly and absolutely fucked out. Spent. Done.  

“That’s my girl,” If his words weren’t so gentle, so sugary, you’d be too dazed and laxed to realize he was still here. Absentmindedly gliding his knuckles up and down your waist. “Feel better now?” 

Although it’d be a gross understatement to just nod and state, “Yes.”  it was all you could really do, as your orgasm still thrummed throughout your entirety.

It felt so dreamy, so dazed. And, it really did help. Every little, minute ache that seemed to twist into your pelvic floor and pinch had floated away to seemingly nowhere. And you couldn’t help but feel just slightly more pleased than usual. It was a relief. A gentle warmth that lulled you.

Along with Jack’s cock, still shoved halfway to the hilt into that pretty cunt of yours, knowing the mess that would await him once he pulls out. Blood and cum just oozin’, all messy like. He was procrastinating. Rightfully so, his washer and dryer broke down a couple days prior.

Plus, his sheets were the utmost unfortunate color of light grey.

[quimichi]

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characters: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, Leona, Ruggie and Jack x F!Reader

[agentmilayawithshield]

Shawn Hatosy, I have feelings for you of the romantic kind

[ruinix]

Bringing this back coz manspreading while gaming Quinn is killing me.

Whore commentary ⬇️

"I'm about to pop off." and all I can look at is his crotch. 🤪

"Lagging." Let me fix your internet for you, sir.

"You down?" "Yeah, I'm down." 🫣😃 stawp. Stop it. dtf?? JK. i'm sorry.

"Can you revive me or no?" "Yeah. 😐" Why is this so real.

"I'm popping off right now, fellas." Popping off from my lips

"I am hot right now." Yes, yes, you are.

"Body on here, dude. On you." Yep, that's just me. The body is me on you, Quinn.

"BYEEE." COME BACK.

"TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME. AT THE SAME DAMN TIME."

Let me fucking suck your cock, Quinn, Jack. Also, Quinn's toes are just on show. Oh yeah. I don't have a foot fetish. Just wanna point it out. I very much prefer a guy wanting MY toes while I'm being fucked. Or just kiss my foot coz I fucking deserve to be treated like queen---

[brainfreeze27]

[spaceyaemonds]

god i love this premise, it’s so hilarious that Jack would wind up with a young baby mama. It’d be fun to think of this as pre-canon. So she can kinda fit in the whole first season, like a super young mom coming in to treat a burn or something with a little kid, she’s being seen by a resident whose like so unaware and then boom, Jack walks in and the gossip/stares start. I think Jack can’t really ignore what it looks like but would be annoyed by the stares but ultimately wouldn’t care. And she would just be like *shrugs* “he’s super hot”

Also I am eagerly waiting on the hilarious interaction of Jack telling Robby and Dana. “What’s worse than knocking up your one night stand?” “Um, she’s 23.” “Jesus Christ”

Or maybe when they go out they keep calling Jack grandpa. Or just the heavy looks when they see this very young milf smile around Jack. Just the heavy stares from Robby and Dana as they watch this young family grow lol.

I also think they could have this really cute but kinda dysfunctional family dynamic. Yes they have a healthy coparenting relationship. Dad is teaching the kid survival skills and taking him on camping excursions where they test said survival skills. Yes Mom is chill as hell, and spills tea about the crazy office dynamics while she crafts with her kid. And lowkey loves being a hot mom. Like yes mom and dad sometimes smash because they have needs and it’s just less mess and complication when they have this somewhat dysfunctional FWB situation, that has potential to blossom into something bigger.

Anyways I love this mini series it’s serious feeding me, that man is so fine with the salt and pepper hair. I can’t wait to read more.

hi friend!!! i am so so glad you have been enjoying this mini series!!!! i have loved sharing it with everyone here!! omg same, i am so obsessed with him he makes me SICKKK!

ahh!! i have a lot to say on this so answering under the cut!!

it is very funny to imagine jack getting off of shift on the day and hours into the day reader shows up in the ed with their (fat, because i love fat babies) baby, maybe two years old. baby slipped and bumped their head, and she doesn’t want to bother jack so she takes baby alone. she somehow misses robby and dana, ends up with whitaker, of all people. maybe perlah or princess notice baby abbot’s name on the board, immediately tell dana, who makes a quick call to jack. whitaker goes to check over the baby, and jack immediately jerks the door open, “get the hell away from my kid.” and whitaker just looks between reader, the baby, and jack, on the verge of throwing up. santos and mel are right outside when they hear everything and immediately are all 😮👀

dana and robby’s reactions are as expected. dana is majorly side eyeing, and robby is just like “jesus christ! twenty-three?!?!” and jack doesn’t even really try to defend himself. standing there like a puppy getting scolded lol.

i like to think that reader very often gets hit on, guys closer in age to her walking up to her when she’s with jack and baby abbot at the park, asking if her dad can keep an eye on the baby and maybe they can grab dinner. it always makes her laugh, and infuriates jack, has him mumbling all kinds of stuff like “sure, dad can watch baby.” because he understands that she’s a beautiful girl, but he can’t deny the jealousy he feels when people hit on her in front of him.

jack loves nothing more than spending time with his baby. more often than not, after a hard shift, he finds his way to her house, just asking to take a peek at baby but ends up sleeping on the floor next to the crib. and more often than not, he spends his nights off there, ending up in readers bed. he isn’t interested in seeing anyone else, and she can’t imagine dating when there’s so much tension and longing between her and jack.

i think it takes some time, but they do eventually end up together. they’ve lowkey just been together, though, just not official. jack never felt the need to try to put a label on it because he’s worried about “forcing” her into something she doesn’t want. he knows how he feels, and though is never 100% on how exactly she feels, he knows there’s something there. i also don’t think they ever really officially date. i like to imagine jack maybe just slips a ring on her finger one night, and they get married not long after!

[stopbeinggaymikey]

Torchwood will forever be the greatest show because it’s just what happens if you put incredibly morally fucked up bisexuals in a room

[hematophagys]

GO MY SOLJACK RAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GO MY SCARABS!

[stellamarielu]

goodnight to jack abbot who, physically cannot, take his eyes off of you when you ride the exhaustion out of him and audibly groans when you tease and tug at his salt and pepper curls when he leans in for a kiss 😵‍💫

OHHHHH????? i’ll do you one better… how about dry humping on the couch because he’s just oh so tired, but nothing will stop him from letting his princess do what she pleases

Exhausted and almost falling asleep, he’d be sitting next to you on the couch, eyes barely open wide enough to watch whatever movie is playing on the screen. Your fingertips trace little patterns into his thigh through the thick material of his sweatpants— higher and higher until,

“Sweetheart, i’m falling asleep over here.”

His lazy gaze reaches over to you, a raspy chuckle following his words as you palm him through his pants.

“Alright, I’ll stop…”

You lean over, lips meeting his neck as you kiss the words onto his skin.

“so you can go get some rest.” the ease of your voice is a warm and sweet, melting underneath his jaw.

The breathless grunt that escapes his throat as you kiss down his neck, paired with the way his dick hardens under your touch, sends one of your legs swinging over his thighs. You straddle his lap, letting your weight sink onto him, and feeling his bulge press directly against your core.

Jack’s hands are gripping your hips, pulling greedily at the fabric of your pajama shorts, pressing you further into him. A strangled growl rumbles through his chest at the friction of you grinding against him.

“I mean it baby,” You move slowly, placing a hand on his chest for leverage as you rock your hips. Your movements have him in an obvious daze, his jaw slack as he leans in, suddenly desperate to feel your lips against his.

Your hands find his hair, tugging at his grey curls just enough to keep him at bay. With your fingertips gently tangled in his hair, you pull his head back, causing his eyes to meet yours.

“You should go to bed.” Your head cocks to the side as the suggestion pours from your mouth in a sickly sweet whisper, your clothed pussy still gliding over him.

“You’re a piece of work, you know that sweetheart?”

His grip on your hips loosens only to find its way to your ass, grabbing and yanking you further into him. A quiet yelp of surprise leaves your lips but immediately melts into his, as you stutter forward, meeting him in a deep and hungry kiss as he guides your hips back and forth over his.

[luxurystark-jackson]

it’s so interesting to me that jack chooses to say “i’m a winchester” because like. obviously he’s thinking of like, all the parental figures around him (sam, dean, cas, mary sorta) but. it caught me off guard cause dean sam and mary are the only winchesters there. and cas has been more like his primary parental figure since he was born.

anyways what i’m coming to is does jack know cas isn’t actually a winchester. does he know. that dean and cas aren’t married. does he.

[pinkedify]

perils of having a vertically blessed companion

[quimichi]

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