so when he weasles his way into your life, enough to meet you he practically studies your hands because he would rather die then be made uncomfortable by you of all people.
he knows eventually you'll let him in and surely that'll mean more time together and maybe holding your hand or even a kiss if he's lucky. but for now he'll stick to getting coffee and complaining about work. all while his eyes are stuck on your hands, watching the way you trace your knuckles while you talk, imagining what it would feel like if it was his skin. he watched how you tap at the table before you stand and how often you moisturise your hands, even what soap you use.
late at night he revises what he learnt from the day with you and he'll 'practice', stroking his cock at the pace he thought you would use, squeezing just enough, getting used to it in his own way. his eyes are closed tight remembering how you tapped his shoulder, or passed him his drink. those quick fleeting touches and brushes of skin, he knows you so well, he knows how gentle you'd be.
when he gets closer he starts thinking of your lips, how they stretch when you smile and how they pressed against your cup as you took a sip of your hot drink, how they puckered while you blew out gently to cool it downâ fuck that last one got him every time.
he would cum thinking about it, hot white spurts shooting out across his stomach in thick ribbons while he squeezed his cock harder. dex would drain his balls not wanting to waste a drop to a thought that wasn't about you. he'd moan loudly, your name obviously, arching slightly while his cock twitched and fell limp against his thigh.
and of course dex is already groping for his phone thinking to the next time you'd be free that he would coincidentally be aswellâ another coffee maybe or something a little more date like.
he's a freak.
Š rottndeer 2026. please do not repost, copy, translate or use any of my work for ai. i post only on tumblr.
thinking about jack and/or robby trying to talk you thru your orgasm and you're just like omg SHUT UP
ty for requesting :D i couldn't decide on jack or robby so i did both lol hope you like it!!
bug's three year celebration âĄ
Jack Abbot canât help himself.
He gets lost in the feeling of you on top of him, and in the white-hot adrenaline still coursing through his veins. The long shift had taken its toll on him. Heâs usually a ticking time bomb under pressure, all calm when he needs to be, but bound to snap when the hard partâs over.
You, on the other hand, have a tendency to get mean. You get short with people, and a little snappy â not entirely unkind, but still losing yourself in the work. It takes some coaxing later on to find yourself again, for Jack to get you sweet again.
It was, in all honesty, the perfect concoction â you and Jack. He needed somewhere to let go, and you needed someone to tame you. You were good co-workers, and even better lovers.
âYou love this shit, donât you?â Jack pants from where heâs pressed between you and the unmade bed beneath him. He watches with a lidded gaze as you roll your hips over his lap, which is now coated in a fine layer of your glittering honey.
His strong hands hold tight to your waist as he shifts his hips, angling them slightly forward. It presses his stiff cock further inside of you, and makes your sensitive clit brush the coarse thatch of graying hair above his cock with each movement. Your broken moan swells in the quiet bedroom and makes his lips thin into a crooked smile.
âYou just needed to get it out of your system, huh? Is that it?â he murmurs through labored breaths, though he isnât looking for a response out of you. He knows you wonât give him one. You learned to tune out his incessant rambling a long time ago.
âThatâs okay. Câmon. Take what you need, baby. Take itââ
âShut upâŚâ you huff bitterly, with your eyes shut tight.
Your nails dig crescent shapes into his pale skin as you brace yourself on his scruffy chest. The bed creaks beneath your bodies as you grind over his hairy thighs in rapid, rhythmic motions, hopelessly chasing your orgasm.
The need to cum swells within you, knotting somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach, but never snapping the way you need it to. Your body denies you the pleasure you so desperately crave and, for the first time ever, Jackâs fucked-out babbling isnât helping.
âWhat is it, baby?â he mumbles in a gruff voice that borders on sympathetic. Even with your eyes closed, you can hear the distant smile in his voice. âYou still mad at me, huh? Is that it? âCause this pussyâs still obsessed with me, honey, I can tellââ
âOh, my godâ Shut upââ
You lift your left hand from his chest and cup it over his mouth, with your thumb resting under his stubbly chin. His eyes widen at the sudden act of dominance, and you feel his smiling curling beneath your palm.
You stopped being mad at him for calling you out during a particularly intense surgery a while ago, but his insinuation that you still were reignites the fire within you â a simmering that you can feel in your stomach, a tightening coil threatening to snap. You chase that feeling when it begins to rise within you once more, so close you can almost taste it.
Your heavy head tips back, and your mouth parts with a silent moan.
You feel Jack humming against your palm. âMhm,â he mumbles in muffled praise. âThatâs it. Take what you wantââ
You press your hand tighter to his mouth, suffocating his words as your orgasm rushes through you. The warm feeling in your stomach spreads to your tingling limbs as your drooling pussy flutters with merciless aftershocks.
You melt on top of the hard body beneath you, hiding your face in his neck and pressing your racing heart against his. Your bare chests heave together with panted breaths. You feel his rumbling with a quiet laugh as his wide, softly calloused palms smooth over the expanse of your sweat-slick spine.
âAtta girlâŚâ he praises lowly, between the wet kisses he presses to your shoulder. His scruff scratches your delicate skin and sends chills pebbling in his wake. âThere she is⌠My sweet girlâŚâ
The honeyed moment is shattered by your monotone voice, half-muffled in his neck, âJesus Christ, do you ever stop talkingâ?â
His right hand parts from your hip to swat your ass.
Your whine gets buried in his neck then, too, as you writhe against him at the distant stinging feeling. His smile curls against your shoulder as you arch your back, pressing your ass further into his hand, silently begging him to spank you again â to tame you.
âSee?â he hums into your skin. âYou can be sweet for me, canât you?â
âââââ
Michael Robinavitch is methodical to a fault.
He forgets, sometimes, that sex is more about the experience than the endgame. He gets so focused on making you feel good that he forgets that he can take his time â that sometimes you want him to, that sometimes you want to feel him for as long as youâre possibly able.
Your buzzing body is pressed between his broad one and the mattress below. Half of your face is buried in the pillow, while the other half is pressed into the side of Robbyâs. His beard is coarse against your delicate skin as his mouth brushes the shell of your ear.
âCum for me,â he commands in a whisper, panted breaths fanning over your burning skin. âCâmon, baby. You can do it. Cum for meââ
Your whine swells in the silent bedroom. You are completely at his mercy this way, smushed beneath his large body, with his scruffy chest flush against your back, and with his left hand curled under your thigh. The pads of his gently calloused fingers rub mercilessly at your clit as he punches into you in shallow thrusts, never pulling too far out of you, and forcing you to feel every ridge of his twitching cock.
âNo, Robby,â you whine in protest.
âItâs okay,â he coos sympathetically in your ear. âIâm right here. You can cum for meââ
âDonât want to,â you say in a broken whisper. âNot yet.â
Robby laughs, sharp exhales through his broad nose. You can feel his stomach shaking against the curve of your spine. âNot yet, huh?â he echoes. âWhen have you ever turned down an orgasm?â
You sigh when his thrusts slow to a stop, and his fingers still on your swollen clit. You melt into the mattress when the urge to cum dwindles like a snuffed-out flame.
âDonât want it to be over too soonâŚâ you confess in near-inaudible murmurs. âWant it to lastâŚâ
âWe have all night, baby,â Robby murmurs into your ear, softening all over again, as his hips tilt forward and back again.
His cock presses further inside your velvet walls. Your cunt clenches around him despite yourself, suckling him in deeper. His mouth curls into a smile against your skin when a whimper sounds in your throat.
âGo ahead and cum. I know you need it. It wonât be the last time, either, I promiseââ
âSee? Noââ you moan and lift your head from the pillow. Your bleary eyes open to glare half-heartedly at the man behind you. Robbyâs deep brown eyes are squishy around the edges, far too soft for how sinfully heâs fucking you now. âDonât talk like that. That makes it worse.â
âYou donât want me talkinâ to you?â he laughs breathlessly, almost hurt.
You lift your left hand from where it had previously been fisting the sheets below. You cup his cheek, and his scruffy beard scratches against the soft skin of your palm.
âI want you to stop coaching me,â you correct in a gentle murmur, lidded eyes darting back and forth between his darker ones.
His brows pinch. âWhat do you mean?â
âWeâre off the clock, Robby,â you remind him with a soft smile. âYouâre not my boss anymore. You donât have to tell me what to do.â
âI wasnât trying toââ
âI know,â you interject in a quiet coo, scratching gently at his brunette beard, growing slowly gray in patches. You smile when he leans instinctively into your hand. âBut youâre allowed to take things slow. You know that?â
Robby melts against you at the reminder. He nods lazily against your palm.
âSo letâs go slow,â you whisper, with a hint of a smile quirking at the edge of your mouth. âWe got all night, remember?â
Robby grins back, weighed down with a palpable desire. âHell yeah, we do.â
summary: a little girl from the PTMC daycare keeps finding her way to the ED. Jack allows the girl to stick around because he finds her mom very attractive and wants to see her again.
tags: unrealistic negligence of an early education facility, (the hospital would have been on lockdown irl this little girl wouldnt have made it off the floor)
little miracle masterlist
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After the midnight rush of DWIs, the night slows down enough for Abbot to catch up emails and on the computer. He types away in the draft and schedules each of them to come in all at 8am and every 30 minutes after. Admin likes to waste his time so he likes to give them a head ache too.
As he continues, just in front of the nurse's station, he sees a little girl wandering past. She was very small, probably preschool age. Her hair in a ponytail and was dawned in a matching pajama set. She must have come in with her mother and ended up lost. Hopefully someoneâ a nurseâ will help her back to the respective room. He then grabs an tablet and goes to one of the North side rooms to discharge a patient.
After he escorts the patient through the triage doors he passes the Pediatric room and notices the little girl from before. She stands by the wall and traces the mural of the woodland animals. She hums a nursery rhyme in a similar tune to "Mary Had a Little Lamb."
Abbot stands at the door and looks in either direction. He looks in either direction then Dr. Ellis quicksteps past him. "Hey Ellis, do you know if any patients are missing a kid?"
"A kid?" She backs up and looks in the room, "Definitely not. Should I get security?"
"Not yet. I'll find out more. Go ahead." He dismisses her and enters the room.
The girl hears his foot steps and looks up at him curiously. "Hi."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Abbot. What is your name, sweetie?"
"Miracle." She turns back to the fox on the wall.
"What a pretty name." He kneels down beside her on his good knee, "Are you here with your family?"
She shakes her head, "I'm here all by myself."
Abbot purses his lips in worry, "Oh yeah? How did you get here?"
"The elevator." She smiles, "I remember the fox from last time and came down all by myself."
"The elevatorâŚ" He thinks for a moment. He notices on her chest as a name tag. Similar to his badge was a photo of Miracle and the words PTMC childcare center. Miracle was not a patient or a child of one but a child of an employee at the hospital. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Well, this is a long way from where you belong isn't it?"
Miracle shrinks and clasps her hands together, "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, sweetie but we'll need to take you back. Don't want your people to worry right?"
"Uh huh." She nods, "My mommy works in the hospital. She helps really sick people."
"You know, I do that too." He smiles, "Why don't we go sit somewhere and call your mommy? Let her know you are okay."
"Okay!"
Abbot stands up and holds out his hand for the girl to hold but she instead holds up both of her arms with the expectation of him to pick her up. He smiles and obliges, carrying her back to the main nurse's station. "I think I know where some stickers are that you can have. Do you like stickers?"
"Yeah!" She squeals.
Miracle had a smile that could melt the coldest hearts. As they walk, she rests her head on Abbot's shoulder. He tries to steel his resolve but his heart swells at the feeling of her little head on his shoulder.
"Oh my, who is this little one?" Lena smiles at the girl.
"This is Miracle. She is a long way from the daycare upstairs."
"Oh Geez. I heard the bathrooms are broke down on their floor so they have to go to a different one." Lena says, "No wonder this little lamb got lost." She pinches the little girl's cheeks. An infectious giggle comes from the girl as she squirms in Abbot's arms.
He sets her down on a stool and takes a look at her tag. It had her full name on it with a phone number underneath. He recognizes it as the ICU floor. He dials it on the office phone.
A soft woman's voice answers in a quiet tone, "ICU?"
"Hi, this is Dr. Abbot here in the ED. I have a sweet little girl named Miracle down here lost from the daycare."
"Oh my god." He can hear the woman panic. Faintly, she tells her colleague, "Thank you Dr. Abbot. I will be down in just a moment."
Before he can respond the line goes dead. It must have been Miracle's mother on the phone, "Good news, Miracle. Your mommy is on the way."
"What about my stickers?" Oh rightâŚ
He snaps and opens a random junk drawer and finds some stickers in the bottom. "Here you are."
She takes them from him and rips off one and places it back on his hand. He smiles down at the sticker.
Just a moment becomes a long while as Abbot and Miracle wait. Although young, Miracle was able to keep herself entertained at the desk. She ran out of stickers and Abbot's arms and face had run out of surface area. His staff laugh and take in the adorable sight of Abbot with the little girl.
"Miracle! Oh thank god, you're still here."
"Mommy!"
Abbot whips his head around and feels his heart leap out of his chest. You come flying down the stairs and jog over to the nurse's station. He can't take his eyes off of you as you come around and pick up your daughter.
"What were thinking coming down here all by yourself?"
"I wanted to play with this fox on the wall."
You shake your head and move your eyes to Abbot's sticker riddled body. "Hi⌠you must Dr. Abbot."
"You'd be correct." He holds his hands behind his back, "Miracle was keeping me company down here."
"I can see that," You giggle, "You have discovered her obsession with stickers. Sorry."
"Not a problem. Anything to keep her entertained."
"I appreciate it. I really do. She has gotten into this adventurous stage of wandering off and I can barely keep up. I'm glad you were able to keep her occupied." Your smile was just as criminal as Miracle's.
"She's welcome back anytime." He waves it off as he tries not to stutter under your sweet gaze.
"Alright then. Say bye to Dr. Abbot, Miracle."
"Bye DrâŚ. Abby." She giggles.
"Dr. Abby? You're so silly." You tickle her side then you look at him again, "Bye Dr. Abbot."
"Bye Dr. Abbot." Miracle waves as you carry her back up the stairs to the daycare center.
Abbot watches you go with a longing look. He looks down at his arms and chuckles before he starts to meticulously peel them off. It takes a few minutes to do, a few of the stickers leaving a mark.
He thought that would be the last time he would see you and Miracle. The next night, he looks in the Pedes room longingly before continuing on his way back to the hub.
He stops short just a few feet. Then backtracks and looks into the break room to find a familiar figure. Little Miracle was squatting down in front of the vending machine looking through the slot in the bottom.
"Hungry?" Abbot enters the room.
Miracle sheepishly withdraws from the machine and clasps her hands together. A tell that she did when she thought she was in trouble. She looks at the machine then back at Abbot.
"It's okay." He holds his hands out to her. She approaches him quickly and jumps into his arms. He lifts her and rest her on his hip. "It's a bit late for a sugary snack. How about⌠some goldfish?"
She nods quickly. He smiles at her and opens one of the pantries where some small snacks were available. He grabs out a package of goldfish and hand them to the little girl. Then he takes her back to the nurse's station.
"Little Lamb!" Lena smiles when she see the little girl then the smile turns shit-eating, "She's taking a liking to you, Abbot."
"She was just hungry. She probably saw the vending machine from the last time she was here." He sets Miracle down on a stool. "You are real sneaky, aren't you?"
Miracle shakes her head as she smirks. She continues to eat her crackers without a word. She was very cunning for her age. Able to get away from the daycare staff and get down to the ED without arousing suspicion of being alone. You must really have your hands full with her.
You were a single mother working as an ICU nurse. You transferred from an ICU clinic out of state due to your toxic ex, Miracle's dad. You had taken the job at the PTMC due to their 24 hour daycare program. You were able to spend time with your daughter during the day and without support at home, she would need to come to the hospital to sleep for the night. It was only a few nights a week so it was hard not to pass up.
Not that Abbot knew your situation. It wasn't like, after that night he met you, he asked one of the medical assistants about you during an ICU transfer.
He picks up the phone and dials the ICU line. "ICU?" It's you again. Speaking softly. A mental image pops up in his mind of you speaking that way to him in the morning.
"Uh, this is Dr. Abbot in the ED."
"Hi, are you looking for a bed?"
"No, actually, I have Miracle down here. She seems to have gotten away again."
"You're jokingâŚ" You grumble. You mutter to your coworker again. "i've gotta go⌠the ED⌠Miracle⌠yeah again⌠unbelievable i knowâŚAre you still there Abbot?"
"I am."
"I'll be down in a minute. I am so sorry. See you soon." You say defeated.
"See youâŚ" The line goes dead and Abbot turns his attention back to Miracle.
She spins on the stool without a care. She finished her goldfish while he was on the phone. He grabs an office chair and sits beside her, "Miracle, your mommy is on her way."
She beams at him, "Yay."
"Do you come down here because you like when you mommy comes to pick you up?"
Miracle shakes her head, "My mommy picks me up all the time. I like when you pick me up and we play."
He leans back, "I see. But Miracle, your mommy and I are busy working. We can't play all the time you know that, right? It's night time and you need rest. So while we work, you sleep."
"But I can only see you at night time. Mommy said so."
Abbot chuckles, "What did your mom say?"
"You work night time at the hospital so that means we can only see you at night time. We can't come in the day time."
"Do you ask to see me in the day time?"
She nods. "You are fun to play with."
"You are fun too." He boops her nose, "Do you like to draw?" She nods rapidly. "How about you draw something for us to put up back here?" He grabs some printer paper and some colored pens from the cup of supplies on the desk.
"You draw too." She hands a pen to him.
"I'd love to sweetie but remember what I said? I have to do my work. It's so I don't get in trouble. Ms. Lena will keep an eye on you."
Miracle pouts like a kicked puppy. It tears Abbot's heart to shreds to look at. He bites down on his bottom lip before looking away. Be strong, be strong, he repeats the mantra as he walks away.
It doesn't take long for him to return though and at the same time that he is back at the nurse's station you come jogging down the stairs. "Hello again," He smiles at you.
"Hi," You return the smile and look at Miracle, "She is going to become a permanent resident by the end of the week down here. C'mon little mama."
Miracle jumps from her stool and hides behind Abbot's legs. "No."
You let out a huff and smile awkwardly, "Heh, Miracle, sweetie it's time to say goodbye to Dr. Abbot."
"No." She grabs onto him. She touches a part of Abbot's prosthesis, she hesitates then moves to wrap both her hands around his other leg.
"God, this is so embarrassing." You mutter then you look up at Abbot, "I'm sorry, she is cranky at this point."
"That's okay." He chuckles, "How about I walk her with you to the daycare?"
"Oh, no it's fine. I'm sure they need you down here being the shift attending and all." You tighten your lips. You didn't mean to reveal that. You may or may not have asked a medical assistant about him during an ED transfer.
"It is not a problem. It's Lena that keeps this place running." He turns to Miracle, "If I come with you will you be good for your mommy?"
She nods rapidly and holds her hands up to him. He picks her up and smiles at you, "Shall we?"
"We shall." You lead them to the elevator. As you enter, you hear Miracle whisper to Abbot.
"What happened to your leg?" She cups his ear to whisper but she wasn't too discreet as you still heard her question.
"I got hurt in an accident. My leg was no good so they gave me a new one." He whispers back.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore." He shakes his head, "I eat good and take care of myself to be big and strong." He tickles her side, making her giggle in his ear.
You can't help but smile. His patience with your daughter warmed your heart. It was something about him treating her like a small person and not a nuisance unlike someone you once knew. She was disrupting him at work but he didn't let it bother him. He seemed to enjoy it, actually.
As you walk back to the daycare, you notice Miracle has gone quiet. You look over and see she had fallen asleep on Abbot's shoulder. "That girl is something else." You shake your head.
"She gives you a run for your money." Abbot whispers.
"You have no idea." You sigh, "She has not been infatuated with anything ever until she met you. I've never heard her speak about someone so highly after meeting them once."
"So she says. She told me, she stays awake to play with me."
"All day, non-stop. 'Mommy, you should invite Dr. Abbot to our house to play.' 'Mommy, Is Dr. Abbot at the hospital yet?' 'I got a booboo, Dr. Abbot should help.'" You laugh at yourself then notice Abbot smiling at you. You avert your gaze and stop at the Pre-K door. "This is her." You scan your ID and open the door for Abbot.
He lays her on one of the cots with the other kids. You tuck her in and kiss her forehead. You apologize to the staff and they apologize too. The bathrooms should be finished by tomorrow so hopefully this is the last time Miracle elopes.
You walk with Abbot back to the elevator, "I really can't thank you enough, Dr. Abbot."
"Miracle is a sweetheart. Just as much as I left an impression on her she's left one on me." He holds his hands behind his back as he walks.
"Hopefully, this will be the last of her hijinks and my blood pressure will lower." You take a deep breath. Abbot purses his lips as his heart wilts. You stop in front of the elevator, "This is where we part ways. You've gotta go down and I've gotta go up." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs."
"I'll see you around?" He steps on to the elevator.
"At this rate? I'll be seeing you tomorrow." You joke.
You joke but Abbot hoped that it was a promise.
The next night, Miracle appears again. Abbot makes his rounds when he finds her curled up on the couch in the family room. He almost didn't catch her this time if it weren't for the door being propped open by the janitors. He enters the room quietly and sits beside her.
He rubs her back as he tries to rouse her from sleep. The little girl rises out of her ball like state and crawls into his lap and rests on his chest. He sighs and continues to rub her back and rocks her side to side. He pulls out his hospital phone and dials the ICU.
"ICU?" A firm voice speaks. It definitely wasn't you, "Hello?"
"Yes, hi, this is Abbot down in the ED. I've got Miracle down here and was wondering if her mother was available to pick her up."
"UhâŚunfortunately she is unavailable at the moment. Are you able to keep an eye on her for some time? She is tending to a patient at the moment. I will pass along the message as soon as I can." There was a wobble of nervousness in the nurse's voice. It was always life or death in the ICU.
"Yeah, I can. Just let her know when you can." He hangs up the phone and continues to rock her. When he knows he has spent too much time he will carry her to the hub.
"Lena, occupy Central 6 for me." He points to the sleeping girl in his arms, "Her mom might take a minute."
"You got it." She opens a tablet and fills in some random information to occupy the room on the status board.
He lays Miracle on the gurney and tucks her under the covers. "Thank you for making me so special." He whispers to her then shuts out the lights and leaves the room closing the door. Through out the hour he keeps an eye on her.
You come down the stairs looking disheveled. Your eyes were puffy, it looked like you had been crying. Abbot approaches beside you and rests his hand on the center of your back, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sorry, where is Miracle?" You sniffle.
"Right in here." He leads you into Central 6. You lower the rail on one side of the gurney and pull up a chair to caress Miracle's face as she sleeps. He can see tears fall indiscriminately from your eyes. "Is everything okay?"
You let out a chuckle, "Is everything ever okay in our departments?" He sighs and pulls up another chair to be beside you. "Just before I come down here, every time, I've had to stabilize a patient, or at least try. A different person each time and afterward I'd come right down here and see the smile on my daughter's face like everything is okay. I have to act like I haven't just witnessed the scariest thing 5 minutes before coming to get her. I don't have to brave it when she's at daycare. In my mind, she seems worlds apart from the madness. Safe. I freak out thinking about her down here. What she might see. As if I didn't just watch someone die minutes ago." Abbot hears your voice waver as you speak but you laugh again, "But even still, with you, she is safe. She's so comfortable in your arms like she's known you her whole short life. You make it look so easy." You lean back in your chair and sniffle, "It makes me think I'm not cut out for this."
"Woah, that is a severe overstatement." He leans forward and takes your hand, "Had you not told me, I would have never known what you've done before coming down here. The first time you came down, you had this infectious smile on your face. And Miracle ran into your arms, you didn't falter for a second. Scooped her right in your arms. If you were scared you never showed it. You are her world. She knows you're there for her. You make it look effortless"
You look down at his hand on yours. He gives it an affirming squeeze. It's warm to the touch. "I bet you say that to all the single mothers." You bite back a smile and pull your hand away.
"Usually when they're here they are preoccupied with⌠you know an emergency?"
You giggle, "Really? None have made a move on you?"
"I fear that is day shift only. At this time of night, I only get the drunks playing grab ass." He sighs.
"Oh poor you," You rub his shoulder. "And here I thought you were like this dangerous and sexy combat medic that flirted with all the moms."
"Dangerous and sexy?"
"The other nurses on my floor say that, at least."
"So you talk about me to other people."
"I had to. I have to make sure the men in my daughter's life aren't dirt bags." You shrug, "They said you were a flirt too. Any defense?"
"I'm playful." He surrenders, "It's only to liven up this dreadful place."
"Right." You purse your lips into a thin smile, "Well, I should probably be taking her back to the daycare." You remove Miracle from the gurney and rest her on your hip, "You have a good rest of your night, Dr. Abbot."
He follows you out of the room, "I hope my playfulness hasn't scared you away from coming back to work."
"Only time will tell, I guess. Maybe I'll consider transferring to the ED and have some fun with you down here instead. " You shoot him a playful wink. He licks his bottom lip as he watches you walk to the elevator and back upstairs.
"She's got you whipped." Ellis shakes her head.
"Both of them do." Lena smirks, "Forget a work wife, he's got a whole work family."
"It's not like that." He waves them off, "Miracle is a troublemaker and her momâ"
"Is the hottest nurse you've ever laid your eyes on?" Ellis cocks an eyebrow, "You're not the only one with eyes, Abbot."
He averts his gaze to the status board, "Do you have anything better to do right now, Ellis? How does triage for the next hour sound?"
"Sounds like I should keep my mouth shut and get back to work." She leans over and mutters to Lena, "See how defensive he got. Whipped."
It had been a week since Miracle's escape attempts. The bathroom in the daycare was up and running again so there was no way for her to escape. Abbot stares at her drawing she had left behind. He missed that little rascal. He missed you too.
When things get slow enough, he decides to try and take a trip up to the daycare to check on Miracle. It was possible that she was sleeping but just seeing her would keep his spirits high. He tells Lena he's going to be out for a few minutes and hits the elevator button.
When the doors open his eyes widen in surprise. You stand there with a smile on your face and a look of surprise yourself. "Hey, I was just coming down to look for you."
"Oh? What for? Patient transfer?"
"No actually," You beckon him onto the elevator, "Miracle is having a hard time sleeping and misses her friend Dr. Abbot. I was wondering if I can steal you for a few minutes to put her to bed." You hit the button for the daycare floor, "Is that okay?"
"Uh yeah⌠I was actually going to head there."
"Felt a disturbance in the force, Jedi?" You chuckle.
"I just wanted to make sure she was alright."
"You've spoiled her." You say, "Now she can't live without you. It was inevitable, she's imprinted on you like a little duck. You are her mama now."
He laughs. It's a hearty laugh that warms your chest. You can't help but laugh too. The two of you walk out of the elevator side by side and enter the daycare. Miracle lays in her bed and beams when she sees the two of you from the window.
You both enter and sit beside her bed. "Okay, Miracle, this is a one time thing. Dr. Abbot can't come and go whenever you want while you're here." You explain as you tuck her in, "But he did say he missed you too."
She grins at him, "Do you still have my picture, Dr. Abbot?"
"I do. I look at it everyday." He grabs her hand and squeezes it tight.
"Maybe because you miss me we can play not in the hospital." She pouts.
You purse your lips and nod, "Maybe⌠But Dr. Abbot is super busyâ"
"If your mommy says it's okay, I would be more than happy to."
You swivel your head at him in surprise, "You would?"
"Sure," He shrugs, "We can all play together outside of the hospital."
Your face is cooking as he speaks. Was he saying what you think he was saying?
"But that is for your mommy and I to talk about. You, little one, need to sleep." She nods and shuts her eyes. Your eyes are still on him. He notices and smiles, "Did you want to talk about that now?"
"Uh no I just⌠thoughtâŚ"
"I was too sexy and dangerous? Or did you still believe I am too playful?"
You bow your head in defeat, "I guess I did."
After Miracle falls asleep the two of you leave. "I am going to be honest. I fully believed that this would be the last we saw of each other. We would go our separate ways, officially." You confess.
"I knew that wouldn't be the case after second time Miracle came to the ER." He chuckles, "I'd find a way to see you again."
"So were you the one sabotaging bathroom maintenance?" You giggle, "If you wanted to meet with me so bad you could have asked. Like you asked Edgar about me."
"You found out about thatâŚ" He winces.
"My good looks get me my way up there." You tease, "I'm kidding. When I asked about you he told me you had done the same. So I asked for more information."
"That's when you got the sexy and dangerous thing from."
"Yes, you are really stuck on that." You nudge him, "Don't believe it."
"I just like the way it sounds coming from you. You believe it."
"I do not."
"For a moment you did. In your mind, there was an image of me next to those words."
You cover your mouth as you refrain from laughing out loud, "Alright, what's it going to take for you to not bring that up anymore."
"When are you free?" He asks, "We can go somewhere and have breakfast after work? Or lunch? Go to the park for Miracle."
"Breakfast sounds good." You take out your personal phone, "How about you put in your number and I'll let you know."
"Promise?" He takes your phone and puts in his number
"If I don't you can put me on blast by calling the ICU and bug me. They all need something juicy to keep them entertained." You smile as he hands back your phone, "But I like you. So I won't keep you waiting too long. How does 10am tomorrow sound?"
"Sounds like a deal."
The two of you stop short of the elevator. You bite your lip before leaning in and kissing Abbot's cheek. "This is where we part ways." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs. See you at breakfast."
Abbot's cheeks burn as he watches you jog up the stairs. He tries to control his smile in the elevator as to not tip off the others to his glee. He didn't need them spoiling his fun just yet.
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How it feels when you try to find a fanfic where the MC/reader isn't a white tiny woman, who for some reason isn't capable of intelligent thoughts and just keeps crying and following the ML/romantic interest like she is a child who keeps needing saving and crying
She is also either tiny and small or "chubby" (it's not chubby it's literally just the same white girl with huge breasts and big ass and thighs)
Losing my mind cuz when I search for fanfics and 90% of them is Y/n being all baby doll, bratty, doe face and coquette
Coquette is cute I get it, but some of us have and like different aesthetics đĽ˛đ
Like someone gimme Loki with a cynical dark academia girl, Tony Stark with a preppy kleptomaniac, Billy Butcher with an alt/grunge con-artist or Daryl Dixon with a tomboy farmer's daughter. Think outside the box people!!!!
bucky barnes with a breeding kink who cums soooo much
his voice sounds the prettiest when heâs inside of you.
heâs insatiable in every regard. heavy hips slamming at a dangerously slow pace. but every thrust, every movement, it demanded more attention than the last.
it hit harder. he pushed deeper. the sensations lasted longer.
overfilled and blissed out on him. legs sticky from his essence mixed with yours. the bedsheets were soaked from how eager heâs been since you said he could come inside you. and his perfect face coupled with those sounds that escaped him, it made you lose all resemblance of yourself and the world around you. bucky groans your name after the nth time, kissing your cervix with little trouble now.
sucking the soft part on your jaw while he pushed his seed back inside like it belonged there. fucking every drop back while whispering the filthiest things.
itâs okay sweetheart, he coos at your tears, youâre gonna take it arenât you?
youâll nod over and over again as he smiles and continues his mind blowing ministrations.
youâll feel this for days, hmm? panting hot against your ear.
though it started with soft tears of bliss, now itâs full-on sobs at the prolonged overstimulation. he reaches deeper everytime he cums like he wants to know exactly how far he could push. pulsing hard against the warm inner walls and his muscles aching from how long youâd been at it. he paints a beautiful portrait within you, from the inside out. it leaks as he continues bucking his hips like he just canât help it. slowing ever so slightly while he kisses you as though he needed to fuse his very soul to yours.
when you think itâs over, when youâre sure youâre completely spent, he will start moving again. apologizing when you whine at the overstimulation but make no effort to push him away.
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