PYNK LIKE THE TONGUE THAT GOES DOWN!│ jack abbot

Jack Abbot has no patience for disobedience.

CONTAINS: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, vaginal fingering, f!receiving, pussy licking mhm mhm, orgasm denial, teasing, age-gap, reader is in her mid 20s and jack is... how old he is..., descriptions of blood, depictions of a medical procedure, lowkey mean jack... but still hot though, some angst, power imbalance (he's your attending,) use of medical jargon, & no use of y/n. [4.2k+ words]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: the bitch is back aka me! i'm the bitch! it's been so long and I've def been missing you all sm! i hope you're all doing great! this past fall semester was hell and lowkey sent me spiraling, but fuck it we ball. I'm happy to report that i passed all my classes! yay! this spring semester is going to be worse, but i'll manage. i finally beat my writer's block and reached a peak flow state with this fic. it has also helped that it's the pitt season! i'm so excited for season two! i hope you enjoy this read, and go easy on me as I haven't written in literal months. i hope you love, and scream, and cream your pants because i'm back, baby!

“Forty-year-old male, severe right lower quadrant pain for twenty-four hours. Nausea, vomiting, fever spiked an hour ago,” the paramedic shouts as you rush to the gurney, adrenaline surging.

You barely slow down. “How high is the fever?”

“102.5. He’s tachy at 120, BP’s dropping. Pain’s constant, sharp.”

You nod, meeting the patient’s eyes. “Any allergies to meds?”

He grits his teeth. “No. None.”

You turn to the paramedic. “Labs? Imaging?”

“CT shows enlarged appendix, periappendiceal fluid.”

You grab the rail, already moving toward the operating room. “Prep for OR.”

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how does anyone at that fucking place get any work done. i’d have to strap myself down to stop from biting jack abbot’s arms

JACK ABBOT + PRAISE
The Pitt | Season 1

“The Pitt”: Jack Abbot’s appreciation post 🔥
original posts: x, x, x, x, x, x, x + other characters: part 1, 2, 3, 5

Irregularities

prequel to the life we grew series (part one ✧ part two ✧ part three ✧ part four)

Originally posted by shawn--hatosy

summary : A federal audit brings a sharp, brilliant compliance officer face-to-face with Jack Abbot, a rule-breaking trauma doctor running a shadow supply system to keep his ER alive. What starts as a confrontation becomes an alliance and the two of them fall in love in the messiest, most human way possible.

word count : 13,529

warnings/content : 18+ MDNI !!! explicit language, medical trauma, workplace stress, injury description, mention of child patient death, grief processing, alcohol use, explicit sex, hospital politics, emotionally repressed older man, emotionally competent younger woman, mutual pining, slow-burn romance, power imbalance (non-hierarchical), injury while drunk, trauma bay realism, swearing, one (1) marriage proposal during sex

Tuesday – 8:00 AM Allegheny General Hospital – Lower Admin Wing

Hospitals don’t go quiet.

Not really.

Even here—three floors above the trauma bay and two glass doors removed from the chaos—there’s still the buzz of fluorescent lights, the hiss of a printer warming up, the rhythm of a city-sized machine trying to look composed. But this floor is different. It's where the noise is paperwork, and the blood is financial.

You walk like you belong here, because that’s half the job.

Navy slacks, pressed. Ivory blouse, tucked. The black wool coat draped over your arm has been folded just so, its lapel still holding the shape of your shoulder from the bus ride over. Your shoes are silent, soft-soled—conservative enough to say I’m not here to threaten you, but pointed enough to remind them that you could. Lanyard clipped at your sternum. A pen looped into the coil of your ledger notebook. A steel travel mug in one hand.

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briefly thought about dads best friend jack and first year resident reader and how everyone is used to the cheery “good morning dr. abbot!” and the gruff but still much more positive and friendly toned “morning, sweetheart” that jack takes with you versus anyone else at seven am when he’s getting ready to leave. it’s very commonplace so no one bats an eye. if there’s someone new they might ask a question but they just get the generic answer—oh, that’s nothing. he’s friends with her dad. they’ve known each other a while. or how after you switch to night shift jack is always making sure you’re okay after a bad loss or a tiring patient. the same thing happens, any question about it is answered with the usual oh, he just checks after her. he promised her dad. they’re old friends. and then how it turns into being walked home by jack after each shift, him picking up extra shifts since he knows you’ll be there and it’s better to be with you, helping you learn and taking care of you, than being home alone. how a really rough night at the hospital is followed by breakfast at his favorite place with you instead of getting air on the roof. everyone still sees the same thing happening in front of them—you telling jack “have a good rest of your day, dr. abbot” and him telling you “you too, sweetheart.” maybe once or twice it spills into a case—the nickname dropped after you answer a question or catch something important that they might have otherwise missed. no one but the folks on the night shift know about the “good job, sweetheart” that is heard regularly throughout an average night shift. no one else knows about the late night and early morning chatter, how jack’s tried every flavor of your favorite energy drink (“alani? what kind of a name is that? what happened to good old red bull?” “red bull is gross, old man. but try this one it taste like peaches.”) and how the secret stash of night shift snacks and drinks always has your favorite flavor of the stupid drink stocked. and you two think you’re being pretty sneaky, getting away with it pretty well. until one day after another really, really bad night, dana and robby ask the night shift charge where jack is expecting the usual answer—getting some air—but instead they find him in a semi-empty corner in a tight hug with you, his chin resting on your head and your hands rubbing his back. and then he helps you put on his jacket because it’s cold outside and walks out with you to go get breakfast, forgetting that no one else is supposed to know about the two of you.

all that gleams (18+)

parings. jack abbot x nurse!reader

summary. everyone seems to be hitting on you tonight, and your husband doesn't seem to appreciate all of the attention you're getting.

warnings. this is 18+ so mdni, unprotected sex, p in v sex, rough/jealousy sex, half plot/half porn, sex in the work place, hospital setting, age gap (jack late 40s, reader late 20s to early 30s), reader gets hit on by men who are not jack, non-consensual touching (patient grabs reader), reader has hair, let me know if there's anything else!

notes. where the fuck do I even begin? uhhhh- so many people asked for a sequel to all that glitters and I never thought I'd actually do it but here we are! I absolutely live for their dynamic, and they're softcore rich which is truly the dream. I'm actually really proud of this, especially bc this is my second time writing any form of smut! as always any and all feedback is appreciated and please enjoy!

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all that glitters

Originally posted by patrick-stewart

There wasn’t a person in your life who hadn’t told you getting married so young was a mistake. A newly minted nurse with a shiny new degree, a big diamond ring, and a big house in the nicest part of town—people loved to talk. And they did, especially behind your back.

“Too fast,” they said

“Too young.”

 “She doesn’t know what she’s getting into.”

But they didn’t know Jack.

He’d been your constant through it all. Through the twelve-hour shifts, the night terrors you both had but didn’t always talk about, the tangled mess of silky bed sheets and plain coffee mornings. He never missed a beat, not with you. He always made sure the front door was locked, that you didn’t forget to eat, that you never had to face a bad day completely alone.

Jack Abbot was your storm and shelter all at once.

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