Dr. Jack Abbot in '8:00 P.M.' | The Pitt.
robby and jack at the annual hospital banquet conspiring on what they'll do to you when they get home
Wrong name
Pairing: Jack Abbot x reader
Summary: You accidentally moan Robbys name in bed. It reveals that your boyfriends feelings for his best friend are far from platonic.
Warnings: female reader, no use of y/n, nicknames (bunny, baby...), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, breeding kink, Jack is a freak, reader is a freak, the author is a freak, Jack has a filthy mouth, reader and Jack are so very into each other and so very into Robby
Word count: 3.4k
A/n: This might be the best (filthiest) smut I've ever written. I regret NOTHING
MDNI !!!
When I tell you… my jaw??? On the floor. Holy shit.
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.”
some escape from my sin
MICHAEL ‘ROBBY’ ROBINAVITCH x F!READER
Summary: PittFest broke Robby. The only way he knows how to cope is by breaking you.
Warning: f!reader, resident!reader, takes place directly after the shift from hell, age gap, power imbalance, angst, hurt/comfort, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, pet names (angel, good girl, babydoll), reader only calls him ‘Dr. Robby’, technically coercion, crying during and after sex, robby isn’t bad but he is broken </3
wc: 3.7k
A/N: angst but make it sexy. (I’ve been in my feelings sry) dividers by @/uzmacchiato and @/cursed-carmine
A continuation of this because I have brainrot.
As promised, Jack has you laid out over his lap. He's sitting on the couch, had you take off your leggings and panties, before laying across him.
His big, warm hand rubs soothing circles over your bare ass, but you don't let that fool you. He's already laid five heavy spanks to your ass, is only pausing because he isn't cruel, wants to draw it out.
That soothing hand stills.
"Now what have I told you about being respectful?" Jack drawls.
If you were less of a brat, you'd give him a serious answer, but really, you can't help but stare at him when he swaggers into a trauma bay with that calm, level competence that gets the rest of you through whatever's on the table. And if that staring has turned into something more heated since you've been together? Well. That's his fault, really.
"Umm?"
He sighs, runs his hand over your ass again before he lays two heavy swats to your already reddened skin.
Tears well in your eyes, half from the pain and half because it's making you so fucking needy for him.
"Try again, sweetheart. C'mon. Use your brain inside that pretty little head." His big hand caresses your ass again, dips down between your thighs, and you hear him chuckle, low in his throat. Condescending bastard, and yet it's still somehow the most arousing thing to you.
"Oh, you're getting off on this, aren't you?" Ghosting his fingers over your clit, barely letting you feel it, lulling you into a false sense of security before he lays a slap to your cunt, too.
It's not as heavy handed as the ones he's dealt to your ass, but it's enough to make you mewl and writhe in his lap, the tears in your eyes spilling down your cheeks.
"There we go," he draws out the first word, the entire sentence dripping condescension. "You gonna remember your manners in the ER now, baby?"
Silently, you nod, but Jack shakes his head.
"Nuh uh. Verbal responses only, sweetheart, c'mon, otherwise I'll have to think you haven't learned anything. Let's try again. You gonna remember your manners?"
You're not too needy and foolish to forget yourself again, so this time you verbalise as you nod again.
"Y-yes, I'll remember."
Jack purrs a sound of approval as he helps you up, admires the purple red handprints he's left on your bare ass. You sit up on your knees for a moment, assessing.
"Good girl. Now, what do you say?" His hazel eyes are a little glazed as he watches you, but still sharp, still in control.
Either way, he allows you to move so you're straddling him, which you take as a small victory. As his hands slide onto your hips, pull you down to grind against the obvious bulge in his cargo pants, you whimper.
"C'mon. Say it, and maybe I'll let you get off like this." To make his point, he helps you move back and forth, the rough fabric torturous against your throbbing clit.
"T-thank you, Doctor Abbot," you tell him, and he smirks, leans in to press an open mouthed kiss to your throat.
"Good girl."
flushed & flustered
dr. robby x f!resident!reader
masterlist
content: 18+ mdni, reader is described as blushing throughout, sexually explicit content, age gap, swearing, jealousy
words: 4.3K
synopsis: no one in the ER knows you've been seeing robby except dana, but when an EMT keeps relentlessly flirting with you, it has robby losing his mind.
a/n: hellooo again. i think this one pretty much speaks for itself 🤪
Robby didn’t consider himself to be a jealous man. The older he got, the more secure he felt in the relationships he chose. And with you, he felt very sure about everything. At times, it bordered on cocky how sure he was about you.
parker ellis who always flirts with the cute sunshiny night shift nurse whenever she has a second to spare (or even while they are working on a patient) because she loves to see you become all bashful.
parker ellis who now eats every shift because you give her baked goods or granola bars. (you bake for everyone but you always let her get first dibs, so technically they are for her.)
parker ellis who isnt sure if you are even into girls and does everything she can to stomp down the feelings but fails miserably everytime you flash your sweet smile towards her.
parker ellis who has no idea that shes causing a crisis inside you because you never really thought about your sexuality, just accepted that you were straight because thats what everyone taught you growing up, and now youre questioning yourself.
parker ellis who catches you crying on a bench outside in the park after a hard shift and sits with you to talk about and let you cry your feelings out into her shoulder.
parker ellis who has to stifle her laugh when, at the bar after a shift, you sheepishly ask “so you uh- do you have a boyfriend?”
parker ellis who reassures you that “no i dont. im gay. and single.” you respond "oh cool... cool." and she smiles at your awkward nod and avoidant eye contact as you sip your drink.
parker ellis who notices that your upcoming off days line up and asks you during a lull in the er if you wanted to go to eccentric thrift shop on the other side town since shes never been, and watches as your face lights up and you nod excitedly.
parker ellis who, when you ask awkwardly at the end of your day out “is… is this… a date?” smiles softly and simply says “if thats what you want it to be.”
parker ellis who feels happier than she has in years when she hears your bashful voice say, “yeah, i think i do want it to be that.”
tagging @thedilfydoctorshow and @lockeswoodss
this is just some ideas than i plan to expand on because i love parker ellis i love women pls lemme bounce on it parker ellis