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[milomelts]

tastefully

one time @robbyology said they’d lick robby’s cum out of a dog bowl & I just wanted to (sorta of) solidify the statement

“Thats it—thatsitthatsit— gooooood fucking girl,” his grunt drawn out into a grating moan, chest heaving and blunt nails digging into the back of your scalp to keep you still- fighting overstimulation as he came, and came and came.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, breath easing from a shallow pant to a heavy exhale, a determined nostril flare. His head ached heavy seeing you like this, eyes fucking glistening with adoration despite his selfish acts, hips jerking to a stuttering stop. Air punches through his lungs, lips cracked and parted as he lamentably pulls back, cock slipping from your lips, thick spend still dripping. A heavy thumb pushes down on your teeth to keep your jaw open wide, you behaving on impulse to present & show him your tongue, tip curling up to keep his taste to yourself.

His eyes flash in disbelief, darting over your features - as if to engrave you in this moment forever. Fuck - you’d really do anything for him, wouldn’t you?

Robby craned his head, neck cracking with a rough tilt of his head to the side, like he was working to shake out the filthy thoughts that clawed up his throat, lodging themselves in his jugular and begging to seep out through his teeth.

How pathetic. All it took was him giving in, seeing you one time on your knees for him. Was he really going to let that part of him win a war he had resigned to taking to the grave so long ago? His hand tightened on the nape of your neck.

A good man was still a man.

Robby clicked his teeth to get your attention, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he jerked his chin towards the floor below. His voice croaked in gentle desperation, failing to withhold the thrill that began to lick up his spine.

“Be a good pup and clean that up, yeah?”

[milomelts]

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: she/her reader, blowjobs, dirty talk obvi, age gap noted but not relevant, nothing else really except my oral fixation going brrr

a/n: just a small blurb cuz i feel feral for robby yall 😫 (edited by my gf everybody say ty 😚🖤)

Sometimes Robby couldn’t keep up with his younger girlfriend.

The constant teasing from you - even while you both were at work - would rile him up.

He found himself in bad habits lately - checking the time repetitively, snapping at the interns, even taking a time out to splash water in his face in the bathroom. Just when he thought his brain took back control from his dick and he could get through the next five minutes without you crossing his mind, you were there again. You would saunter past to the nurses station, leaning over the counter to put your ass on display, peering back over your left shoulder just in time to catch his defeated sigh - that damn smile tugging at your lips catching him in the act, staring how you knew he’d be. Oh yeah, you were in for it once you got home.

Truthfully, the farthest you would make it would be the third floor supply closet. An unused, dusty one full of old pandemic PPE and, more importantly, a door with a reliable lock.

He’s got one hand on the back of your head, lazily threaded in your hair as his cock bobs in and out of your mouth. With his free hand, he reaches into his jacket pocket, fingers fumbling with the edges of his glasses. He flicks them open, settling them on the bridge of his nose so he can get a better view of the way your tongue swirls around his tip. He lets his length fall out of your mouth, grip on your scalp taut and commanding, fingers quickly replacing what he depraved you of as he toys with your tongue, an embarrassing amount of your spit dribbling down your chin as his fingers held your mouth wide open, inspective glazed eyes full of adoration.

He would always let a string of spit drip from his mouth down to yours, smearing it over your puffy lips and tongue with his fingers before he’s pulling them out and slamming his cock down your throat again without warning.

“Taking me so well baby,” he murmurs, full attention on you as his brown eyes lock with your hooded ones staring up at him. “Such a good little mouth.”

His heart caught in his throat seeing you like this, the shiny tears trailing down your cheeks, lips red and swollen around his length, one hand wrapped around the base you couldn’t tongue while the other held you steady on the chilled linoleum.

You let his hand hold your jaw in place as he owns the pace, wet fingers squeezing at your cheeks as you hollow around him. You could tell he was close, soft curses turning whiney and breathless, glasses sliding up his forehead as his gaze turned upward. He jerked against your mouth almost erratically, skin of your cheek pinched between his thumb and pointer as he sung your devotion.

“Fuck, just like that - don’t - don’t fucking change a thing,” he would choke out, hand letting go of your jaw to press against the wall behind you. “Such a good girl for me, this is all you wanted huh? All the teasing just so you could choke on my cock, taste my cum down your throat, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

He would always pull you off early, dick twitching in your hands as you whined from the loss of contact, pleading eyes staring up into his blown out pupils. You knew he wanted you to beg, he always wanted you to beg, wanted to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Please,” You would bat your eyelashes up at him, spit dripping down your chin onto your exposed chest making Robby drop his head forward with a groan before giving you a scolding look that screamed ‘more’. You needed to beg more, and you always knew just what to say to make him go crazy.

“Please Dr. Robby, I need your cum down my throat.”

“You are gonna kill me,” he spat, sliding his cock back in the warmth of your mouth, and you eagerly took it in.

He barely lasts, your broken hum of contentment juxtaposed with the tears lining your waterline are enough to have him cumming instantly, cock pulsing against your tongue as he all but collapses into you.

You would swallow every drop before pressing gentle kisses to his sensitive tip while he panted and twitched against your touch, desperate to pull away from the oversimulation but unwilling to tear himself away from you. It was an addiction - you were an addiction- every time. He watched as you tucked him back into his scrub pants, pressing soft kisses to soft stomach as you made your way up from your knees.

“This was the last time,” he’d say.

“Of course,” you’d say.

“This was… incredibly unprofessional,” he’d spit out.

“See you next time, boss.” you’d smile.

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[milomelts]

(She Wears) Short Skirts

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader (she/her/afab)

Word Count: 2k

Request: Robby x skirts

Warnings: 18+, facesitting, skirts, good girl, creampie, unprotected sex, alluding to age gap, jack abbot mentioned lmao

Note: yall im so sorry it took me too long to finish this lmao, kinda rushed ending cuz i literally suck at endings but literally 95% fucking/ 5% plot

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If there was one thing Robby could count on, it’s that you were gonna tease him the entire week he did his night shift rotation. Little texts here, soft touches there, but the worst -the absolute worst of it all, were the little, tiny skirts you would wear around the house.

He would only get to see you for a few minutes out of the day when he worked a night rotation, just when he was leaving for the night and just when he was getting home, since your job had you working all day. You would leave him a meal on your way out to work, passing by him coming in through the front door to head to bed, and in turn he would set you up with a meal for when you came home. You would always thank him, give him sweet innocent kisses on his cheek and then head into the bedroom whilst telling him about your day changing into one of those god forsaken mini skirts that drove him crazy.

You would meet him back out in the kitchen just as he was finished packing his lunch bag, and you would always lean over the counter to reach for something or try to grab a specific cup from the very top shelf, letting your skirt rise up so that Robby could see your lacy underwear and plush thighs. It would drive him absolutely crazy, leaving for work with a hard-on and being unable to touch you even a little bit.

So when it finally rolled around to his day off, he was rushing home, practically throwing his tablet at Abbot as he leaves and sprinting towards your shared apartment. He already knew you would be there, but when he caught sight of you he was practically drooling.

You were laying on the bed tummy down, legs kicking up back and forth in the air as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone, and that tight, black miniskirt and tank top combo that made Robby’s cock twitch in his pants. Discarding his bag on the floor, he unzipped his hoodie tossing it to the clothes bin as you rolled over to face him, letting your phone slip off the bed.

“Hey baby,” You coo, innocent smile tugging at your lips as you twirled a piece of hair round your fingers. Robby rubbed a hand down his face, eyes darting to your lips down to your chest, one strap of your tank half fallen off your shoulder and no bra in sight. He practically felt like a kid in the candy store.

“Still being a tease huh?” his voice is playful as he finally closes the gap between the two of you, his hand basically the size of your face coming up to cradle your jaw as he nips at your lower lip.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you murmur out between kisses, your hands trailing up his legs till you can palm him through his pants and you decide to play one last card that drives him mad. “I’m innocent, Dr. Robby.”

He groans, shoving you back against the bed as he pulls your tank down. He trails sloppy kisses down your neck till he makes his way to your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking causing you to arch your back against the bed.

“Been such a fucking tease all week,” His mouth continues its assault on your tits, biting at the soft skin surely leaving a trail of marks for you to find in the morning. “Think maybe you wanted me to punish you.”

You can’t help but whimper, your thighs clenching together at his words. You can feel him grin against you, satisfied from the way you reacted as he moves past your chest down to your skirt. His hands trail along the waist band as he locks eyes with you, flipping up your skirt and whistling at the sight of your dripping lace underwear.

“Yeah, you wanted to be punished right?” His voice is low causing butterflies in your stomach and he teases you for the blush that rushes to your cheeks as you nod in response to him. “Need to hear you baby.”

“Yes Robby,” you whine out as he licks a long stride overtop your underwear, humming at the way you taste. He’s quick to pull them off, tucking them aside in his back pocket as if he was saving them for later and the thought of Robby a blushing mess working his cock with your undies wrapped around it practically has you gushing. Your head snaps back against the bed as he laps at your pussy again, nose pressing up against your clit in a way that has your toes curling.

“Been teasing me all week with these skirts baby,” he groans against you, the vibrations making your tummy flutter as he sucks your clit in his mouth before letting it go with a pop. “Almost had to tell Jack what a slut you are since I kept showing up late.”

He presses his fingers into you, groaning at the way your cunt greedily sucks in one, then two fingers, slowly pushing them in and out allowing you to adjust to the pleasant burn. His fingers curl around inside of you, digits padding over your sensitive spot causing you to gasp and writhe as Robby grins and uses his other hand to press your hips down against the bed. He knew your body too well, better than his own, knew how you’d react when he licked over your clit, his eyes immediately tracking to you squeezing yours shut and then to your hand entangling itself in the bedsheets.

“You’re so pretty like this for me,” His low voice vibrates against your aching core, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his tongue. Your voice just comes out in broken moans and whines as your free hand tugs Robby in closer by his hair, his stubble scratching against your thighs as his tongue fucks in and out of you.

“Robby, please!” You were even sure what you wanted, you just needed more -needed him.

He pulls back lightly, licking two long strides from your hole up to your clit. He presses soft kisses against you bud before working his way down your thighs until your legs were shaking and you were whimpering out for him to touch you again.

“Yeah, you want more baby?” He murmurs against your skin, standing back up at the foot of the bed while he tugs off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his briefs.

You nod in response to him, biting at your bottom lip as his lips quirk up in a smirk. He drops down on the bed next to you, motioning for you to come up next to him and your head cocks to the side in confusion.

“You’re gonna have to earn what you want baby,” He voice crackles and you swear he sounds just as desperate as you feel. He pulls you up towards his face, positioning your thighs on either side of his head and you look down at him, “Be a good girl and ride my face, and then I’ll fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You can’t help the broken whines that come out of your throat, your head spinning and you steady yourself with one hand against the headboard and one in his hair. He hooks his arms around your thighs, tugging you snug against his mouth as he begins to lazily lap and suck as you start grinding down in sync with him. You look down at Robby, teasingly tossing your skirt over his eyes and he lets out a feral groan and part of you thinks he’s enjoying this way more than you are.

Of course thats because he is. That damn skirt softly running over his face as your juices drip down his chin, you thighs involuntarily clamping down on his skull, he could die happy if this was how he went out. He can tell your getting close by the way your hips start to stutter and he grips them tighter, helping you grind along his until your finally cumming on his mouth -loud cries leaving your mouth and you can tell from the vibrations that Robby’s moaning along with a string of muffled curses.

His arms are quick to drag you down over his chest, tongue sneaking out to lick your skirt as it runs over his mouth, before he flips you over. His mouth is on yours in an instant, your legs wrapping around his torso and you moan partially from how hard is dick is straining against his boxers and partially from how you can taste yourself in his mouth. He pulls your head back by a hand wrapped in your hair and a lazy smile comes to your face as your eyes roll back.

“My pretty girl feels good, yeah?” He murmurs, placing quick kisses along your neck. “Being such a good girl for me, you want your reward now baby?”

“Yes, please, Robby” You gasp as he flips you around, shoving your face into the mattress as he pushes your ass up into the air, your skirt sticking against your slick. You wiggle your ass for him as tugs of his boxers, pinning your arms behind your back and tapping your aching core with his cock a few times, coating it in your slick. He slowly eases in just the tip of his dick, letting you adjust to the size as he teasingly pumps it in and out a few times while listening to you whimper and beg for him to fuck you.

“Tell me what you are baby,” he continues the torture of just giving you a taste of his dick, slowly easing the entire length of it in until you feel his hips press against yours. Your mouth drops open and a long whine escapes your lips as he holds you in place.

“I’m your good girl Robby, please, fuck Robby,” Your nothing but a mindless, drooling mess when he starts pounding in and out of you, setting a fast pace as fucks you hard into the mattress.

He has one hand settled on your upper back, keeping your face pressed down into the mattress as he knees spread your legs open further for him. His other hand finds the waistband of your skirt, bunching up the fabric and using it as leverage to snap your hips back harder against his. His length is hitting the perfect spot every single time, making your toes curl as your eyes prick with tears of pleasure. You twist your face around to see Robby and he’s in a similar state, eyes transfixed on the way your skirt moves in time with his thrusts, your pussy gripping his dick every time he pulls out, and you wetness dripping down his thighs onto the mattress.

That familar feeling starts to stir in your stomach and you can tell Robby is close by the way his hips start to falter, both his hands move to hold your waist and skirt to help you push back in time with him. He almost whimpering, a string of curses leaving his mouth as you finally tighten around him, and he brings down a thumb to work your clit as you cum hard on his cock. His cock pounds into you two more times before you feel that warmth, and Robby is pumping his load into you before pulling out and letting hot white streaks fall on your skirt.

You let your hips fall against the bed, watching the way Robby’s blissed out eyes follow your every movement. His fingers lightly graze over your skirt, pulling it up just enough to see his seed spilling out of your swollen pussy and all over the black fabric, a lazily grin on his face as he admires the sight, half-soft cock threatening to stand up again.

“Jesus baby, you are gonna kill me.” He groans out, running his hands through his hair and down his face in classic Robby fashion, his beard still coated in your juices from earlier.

“Keep up old man,” You grin, sitting up on your knees as you push his back against the mattress and pull yourself to sit overtop his thighs, grinning as you look down at Robby’s shocked expression. “I still gotta repay you for ruining my skirt.”

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robby & skirts…

editing and posting this in like 10 minutes 🤭🤭

[milomelts]

Rooftop High

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader (she/her/fab)

Word Count: 2k just a quickie

Warnings: 18+, weed, car accident detailed (but nothing like gore-y cuz ew), age gap 🤭

Note: just a little something fun while i finish other requests and stuff lol

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Today was shit. There was no other way to describe it. No “look at the bright side” or “finding joy in the little things”, just an absolute disaster. There had been a massive crash and pile up of cars on the interstate, a semi-truck had flipped over just on the other side of a hill, in turn causing dozens of cars to crash into him as they couldn’t see him till it was too late -and then more cars crashed into the crashed cars.

You weren’t even sure how many people you had seen come through, but it was the waves in which they came that was particularly brutal. First wave was almost all causalities, or people with less than an hour left, those who had slammed into the semi right when it flipped. Then there was people who crashed into the immediate cars, not as badly hurt intially, but then the semi had caught fire meaning several of them then came with burn wounds. Then finally the third wave, people who had narrowly missed crashing or were able to slightly break before crashing, consisting of mostly surface wounds. Shattered glass in hands, whiplash, pretty much standard accident injures.

By that time however, it was three hours past when your shift was supposed to end, and you were far too tired to even try to shake off the horrors you had seen. There were other ways to forget though. After listening to Robby’s “at least we did it” speech, you finished handing off your tablet to one of the nightshift residents and your feet were hitting the stairwell before you crashed from fatigue.

The last time you had come up here had been a similar day, a rather rough night shift that had you seeing ghosts, sometimes you just needed to chill on the roof to be able to leave work at work -and by chill on the roof, you really mean smoke enough weed that by the time you’re leaving all you can think about is snacks and a drink instead of death. Maybe you needed a better coping mechanism. Maybe.

You scanned in and threw open the door to the roof, letting your eyes close as you finally took a breath, listening to the peaceful quiet as the door clicked closed behind you. Your eyes flutter open and you go to take a step but your eyes catch on a certain someone. A certain someone who was in your spot, and looking right at you.

“Hey,” Abbot’s voice fits right in with the peaceful night air. He had come in the help, despite having the night off, and you couldn’t deny that his help made things run hell of a lot smoother.

“Shit, sorry!” You stutter out as he continues to just stare right through you. It wasn’t like it was the first time you both had been on the roof at the same time, but you had always caught the door and ran away before it had time to close before. “I can go!”

“No!” His voice goes high for just a second, clearing his throat and patting the ground next to him while giving you a soft smile. “Plenty of space and I could use the company.”

You fight against the pit in your stomach telling your legs to run and instead move to sit next to him on the ledge. Part of you always thought it was rather humorous that there were rails up here because they were so easy to go around, you weren’t sure anyone ever really stayed behind them. You settle into the space beside him, careful to not sit too close, but your knees brush his as you cross your legs and tuck your bag beside you. As much as you enjoyed the night air, you would enjoy it a hell of a lot more with your before mentioned plans.

“Uhm, do you mind if I smoke?” you voice is meek, meeting Abbot’s eyes and he scoffs at the ask.

“Cigarettes are bad for your health you know?” He teases, eyes filling with a playful glimmer.

“Oh nobody said anything bout cigarettes,” you retort. Scrambling through your bag you quickly find your pre-rolled blunt, digging around the various wrappers till your fingers finally landed on your hot pink lighter.

Abbot lets out a low whistle when his eyes catch the contents of your bag, almost like a disapproving parent, but the giddy smile that still lingers on his face tells you he doesn’t actually mind -and more importantly has no intention of snitching on you.

You light the end of the blunt, letting it burn for a second as you breath in your hit. It burns at the back of your throat and deep in your lungs, probably shouldve brought a water up with you, but it was much too late for that.

You try to make some casual conversation, avoiding talking about the crash, but still asking him about how his day was before work. Conversation always seemed to flow so easy with him, like he completely understood and knew all the things you were feeling, probably because he was much older and had experienced everything you were feeling. “An experienced man to take care of you”, Dana would always tease when you brought up your crush on him.

You tried to ignore the way Abbot’s eyes lingered on you, tracing up and down your body, following the blunt as you brought it up to your lips again, and then catching your eyes as you breathed out.

“Do you wanna hit?” you offer, resting your head on your knees as you look over at him. You can tell he’s considering it by the way he keeps flittering back and forth between your eyes and the blunt, but you dont wanna push anything.

“I’ve never really, uhm, really done something like that,” He rushes out, rambling on about how he’s smoked before, but maybe he was too old-fashioned for the things kids are into now days.

“Alright old man,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him when he gently pushes your shoulder laughing with you. You could feel the effects already flooding your system and relaxing you before you could even stop yourself your voice is speaking for you, “We could shotgun?”

You dont know where the bold statement had come from, but when Abbot leans in closer you cant help the blush that rises to your cheeks.

“What do I need to do,” he murmurs, face inches from yours as he scoots closer and you turn to face him. He’s sitting with his legs spread flat against the ground, and he tugs you closer pulling your legs overtop his thighs and around his waist till you’re practically seated in his lap and eagerly waits for your next instruction.

“All you gotta do is breathe okay?” He nods in response, waiting for you to bring the blunt up to your lips again.

You bring the lighter up, hands shaking as you try to re-spark the flame. It feels like the world was practically tilting at this point, how did you get here? Abbot gently cups his hands around yours and your eyes snap up to him. He nods to you, taking the lighter and lighting the blunt for you as you take another deep hit, letting the smoke collect in your mouth and lungs before moving close to him again.

He parts his lips, eyes catching yours as you breathe the smoke into his. His hands travel up your arms causing you to shudder as they trace back and forth along your shoulders.

“Can I try?” His voice is hoarse as his fingers prod at the blunt in your hand, gingerly taking it between his two fingers and you let him, watching him bring it up to his lips. He takes a deep breath, hazel eyes never breaking from yours as he drops the last of the blunt to the ground and pulls you in with both his hands cradling your face. You gasp as he tugs you to fully sit on his lap, quickly blowing the smoke out into your mouth as you greedily inhale it.

Before you get the chance to pull back his hands pull you in closer, lips locking with yours as you both moan into the kiss, your hands coming up to tangle with his greying curls. It’s all so dizzying, the weed, the frantic kisses, the way Abbot holds onto you like if he lets go he’ll lose you. He’s got his hands on your hips, rolling you over his hard on again and again as his tongue slips into your mouth, eager to tie itself up with yours causing you to let out a high pitched whine.

“Jack,” you whimper out his name and he pulls back for just a moment to make eye contact with you. His pupils are blown wide and he’s panting, your fingers trail down from his hair and land on either side of his face pulling him back into another searing kiss.

“I’ve seen how you look at me,” his accusation causes you to whimper, bucking your hips against his as he trails kisses down your jaw and neck, hushed voice ringing in your ear, “Heard what you’ve said to the others about me.”

“What’s that?” Your voice comes out broken, breath hitching as he sucks and bites into the crook of your neck.

“Oh you know,” He murmurs, hands pulling your hips to roll against him again and again, until he’s locking eyes with you again. “Something about needing an older man to fuck you right.”

The cocky smirk thats plastered against his face should not be as hot as it is, but you can’t help but nod, admitting that you did want this as bad as he thought. He snakes a hand down into your scrub pants, a groan ripping through him when he’s feels how wet you are for him. You roll your hips against his hand, writhing as his fingers work against your clit rubbing in quick figure eights as he grinds his cock up against you.

“Fuck, Jack please,” You beg, trying to somehow get even closer to him. He pulls his fingers out, wrapping his lips around them and moaning at the taste of you causing you to whimper as you hold eye contact with him. He pulls you flush against him, both hot and sticky as he desperately ruts against you and you against him. Your fingers drag underneath his shirt along his back and he tugs at the hair at the base of your skull, holding you tightly as you both grind against one another.

“Cum for me baby,” His voice is strained, almost whining, and from the way his hips stutter you can tell he’s close. “Be a good girl.”

You throw your head back, the thread within you snapping as his spits on his fingers and brings them back down to your clit, dragging fast circles around and around. He’s holding you up at this point, body relaxing against his as you lazily kiss at his neck drooling while your orgasm rakes through you.

You can feel his hard on press against your over-sensitive core once, twice more before his hips are stuttering and Abbot’s cumming in his cargo pants, streaming out whiney praises about how good you were for him and how pretty you were as you came. His breath slowly comes down and he presses his head against yours, soft kisses placed against your temple and you whine as he pulls his fingers away from your quivering pussy.

He lays back on the roof, pulling you down with him as he cards fingers through your hair. You two stay like that for a while, just breathing and looking at the stars, a wave of comfort washing over both of you. He felt like maybe the comfort he had found in the dark was actually from you all along. He could actually just stay here and go to sleep-

“Who did you hear that from?” Your voice breaks him from his peaceful trance and his eyes flitter down to yours, watching the lazy smile crack across your face as you break out into a fit of giggles.

“I cannot give up my informant,” he chuckles as you dramatically sigh, laying back down for just a split second before your back up again. With the amount of energy you had compared to him, he just knew you were gonna be a handful.

“Okay, but was it Dana because I swear to god-“

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thank yall for all the love on my last post i am writing many things rn (mainly abbot but also robbyy 🤭) and will hopefully finish some of them this week 🖤🖤🖤

[milomelts]

Bet On Me

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader (she/her/afab)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+, no y/n use, italics

Note: bear with me cuz i havent written in months but first pitt fic 😈 send me them requests im currently obsessed lmao

also lowkey if anything is incorrect pls tell me cuz i am the proof reader round these parts 😭

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Jack Abbot had never really been addicted to anything. Sure he had an affliction for cigarettes for a while, and on more than one occasion, sought out the high after an adrenaline rush, but these weren’t things he necessarily needed.

What he did need was the constant. He was addicted to the pattern, your rhythm, it was as if his day wouldn’t start until you had said those four words.

“Wanna make a bet?” you’d smirk, talking in a hushed tone for him and only him to hear. It was addicting. Every single day you’d find him at the start of his shift no matter where he was, those four words ringing in his ears like a sweet song when he tried to fall asleep. Wanna make a bet.

He always did.

“What’s it today,” his hazel eyes would find yours, scanning your face. He’d let them linger on your lips just slightly too long before snapping them back up to your eyes, only to find you flittering back and forth between his. Surely you hadn’t noticed but you were always too observant.

“I bet,” you would trail off, eyes scanning around central as you searched for your latest victim. Sometimes he would swear that you were bribing people into your side just so he would lose the bet. “We get an overdose patient in the first hour.”

Abbot scoffs, pushing off the counter the two of you had been leaning on, running a hand through his hair as he ruminated on the bet. Too easy, that happened most nights, he could counter with something more rare but it would be risky. He turns back to you about to respond but his breath catches in his throat. You were looking up at him, head resting on the counter, hair falling over your shoulder revealing your neck, and those sweet innocent eyes were following every movement his hand made through his hair. Your teeth teased at your bottom lip as you bit them, a habit he found you doing when you were lost in thought or concentration.

“Too easy,” he shakes his head, bring you both back to the present as you stand up straight once again frowning. “How about broken clavicle before 4am?”

You make a noise of dissatisfaction, ruminating over how likely it was someone would come in with a broken bone at all, let alone the clavicle. Then adding in the time factor, it adds to the risk and…

“I can pick something easier if-”

“No, no!” you interject, a small smile working its way on your face. You always did love a risk. “Sounds perfect.”

Perfect. God you were gonna ruin him.

“Well what do you wanna wager, Dr. Abbot?” This was his favourite part. The way you say his name, dragging out every letter, making it sound like its dripping with honey. He wanted to hear you say it over and over and over again.

“Anything.” It slips out before he can stop himself, god he must have been tired already.

“Oh?” You laugh, that beautiful sound ringing in his ears as your eyes shine bright at him. He didn’t deserve you, your innocence, your energy. “How about a drink and a massage, I don’t think you could afford losing anymore money this week and my back is killing me.”

His head is spinning at this point and he barely registers you holding out your hand for him to shake. That meant you wanted to go back to his place. Just the two of you, a drink, god fuck. Shake her hand idiot.

He did, probably for slightly too long. Before he can pull away, you lean in closer to his ear with one last tease.

“I hope you’re good with your hands, Dr. Abbot.”

Then you’re off, skipping your way across central to take over rounds for the day shift. For you he could be good, his hands could be good he means. Please god let someone’s clavicle break.

Its not long before you’re swept away doing work up after work up. Even during the night shift it seemed there was a constant flow of patients, especially since it was a friday, various college kids who were blackout drunk or elderly patients that just got checked on before bedtime. You had finally sat down for the first time in what felt like hours after finishing the initial workup on an allergic reaction, ordering a shot of epinephrine for a girl who had one bad anniversary dinner. You were adding to her chart when you felt someone slide up beside you, light clicks coming from their own ipad as they typed up paitent charts.

“So,” Dr. Ellis began, a shit-eating grin spreads across her face as you glance up at her. “You and Doctor Abbot? What’s going on there?”

You can’t help but laugh with her, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This wasnt the first time she had asked about your relationship, but you had insisted that despite how badly you wanted to see him at home in baggy grey sweats and messy curls, there was once again nothing going on. Definitely nothing at all.

“Right, so he’s just making heart eyes at you right now for fun?” She chided, beckoning you to look across the room with a tilt of her head.

You follow her motion across central and chills rake down your body as your eyes lock with Abbot’s. His hair was messy at this point, the way it always got around 2am with how often he tugged at it when he was stressed. God you wished it was you pulling at it instead. He tilts his head slightly, pulling your eyes back down to his and he smiles softly before tapping his watch and walking back to check on patients.

Instinctively you go to check the time, but Ellis beats you to it. “Nearly 4am, don’t tell me you guys have another bet going?”

“We always have a bet going,” you remind her, turning back to face her once again.

“In that case I hope you win,” she grins, returning both of your tablets to the main docking station and grabbing a new one for each of you. She passes you your tablet but pulls it back just before you can grab it, raising an eyebrow at you. “What did you wager?”

“Oh uhm,” You face flushes and you stand up, gingerly grabbing your tablet from her and shrugging as you rush back towards your patients. “Just the usual, money.”

“You know none of us believe that!!”

You face is flushed bright red as you check the vitals on your first bed. Stable BP, no blown pupils. Don’t look at your watch, dont do it. 3:48. Shit.

Next bed, paitent sleeping but stable vitals once again, still waiting for that head CT because of course they would be backed up at this time of night. Do not check the time. 3:52. Fuck.

By the time you’re at the third bed you can barely focus on checking charts and vitals, grumbling as you toss down your tablet at central and look towards the ambulance bay. 3:57.

You look around the room, eyes stopping when you catch Abbot staring at you once again. He glances down to his watch again, mirroring him you check yours one last time. 3:59. Your head whips up to find him, boots landing heavy on the ground as he stalks towards you interrupted by two medics bursting through the ambulance doors and you both rush towards them.

“37 year old female, car accident. Tenderness and pain coming from the upper chest, but stable vitals.” The medic rattles off as you and Abbot wheel the bed towards the first trauma bay.

Abbot’s hands press lightly over the patient’s neck and then down overtop their clavical where she’s winces in pain, groaning as he presses overtop the same spot again as you order pain meds. You start assisting with hooking up the various monitors, but your head snaps around when Abbot says your name.

“Looks like we have a broken clavicle,” he doesn’t want to smile, but can’t help the grin on his face when your eyes light up.

“Perfect,” you whisper out, catching a few strange glances from the other nurses in the room and you quickly reorient yourself. “I mean, let’s get her up for a scan!”

You nod to the other nurses as they take the bed out of the room, waiting for the doors to slide closed before you look up at Abbot again. You open your mouth to say something but your voice catches in your throat when you see the way he’s looking at you -like a predator about to catch its prey.

“What do you like to drink?” He voice is low and gravely, only for you to hear. His eyes drop down to your lips and back up, once, twice, and you can see the rise and fall of his chest quicken.

“Just, uhm, just whatever is fine.” You squeak out, heart racing as he takes another step closer to you. He could get used to seeing you shy, seeing you blushing underneath him as he-

As he focused on the present like his therapist recommended. Jesus get a grip man.

“Wine okay?” His fingers are almost touching yours, and you gasp when they accidentally graze against your arm.

“Mmhm,” Your lips are sealed tight together and for just a moment you think maybe this was all a dream. That you had actually hallucinated this whole thing and finally gone crazy from the lack of sleep.

Just as Abbot opens his mouth to say more the doors to the trauma bay slide open and the two of you shoot apart like repelling magnets as the cleaning worker wheels in their cart to mop the floor. Abbot is rushing out before you can get another word in and you awkwardly apologize to the worker before hazily finding your way through central back to your desk.

“Five minutes tell we’re off, but judging by the fact that all your paients charts are caught up, one might assume you have somewhere to be.” The teasing tone causes you to groan and drop your head against your desk as Ellis rolls her chair up beside yours.

“Yeah my bed,” you lie, refusing to pick up your head to look at her as her eyes burn holes in you.

“So what did you win?” She lightly pushes your shoulder causing you to look over at her and break out in a fit of giggles. “The nurses say you were a little too excited for that broken clavicle.”

“Always with the gossip train,” you mutter, letting your hands slide down your face. “Fine, I may or may not have won drinkswithAbbot.” You hurriedly mumble out the last part, standing up quickly as you pull your jacket off the back of your chair and sling it over your shoulder. You had to get out of there before you got embarrassed anymore by Ellis, or god forbid, another nurse overheard your conversations.

“Oh you are gonna get a lot more than just drinks-“

“Good morning and night to you too Dr. Ellis,” you cut her off, bending at the knee in a little curtsy, before making your way out to the parking lot ignoring her cheers as the door slams behind you.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were supposed to meet up with Abbot, but as soon as your feet hit the pavement of the parking lot his were walking in step right behind you. He hovers his hand lightly over your lower back and guides you to turn down the first street as you head towards his apartment a light banter about the various patients you had seen during the night fills the air comfortably as you finally make it to his building.

Unsurprisingly his apartment was neat, almost bare which is expected considering most of his time was spent at the hospital, but there was still a warmth of home. Various books where sprawled out on the coffee table by his couch, surrounded by even more bookcases containing various movies, records, and you guessed it even more books. Of course he had a dvd player and all his favourites sitting on a shelf by his TV, once again reminding you that he was nearly twice your age.

You hear some glasses clink together behind you and you turn around to find Abbot pouring some red wine in each before meeting you on the couch. He sits down beside you, your breath hitching as his thighs touch yours and you involuntarily lean closer into him as you take the glass.

“Cheers to your win,” his voice is soft, it’s so quiet compared to the authority he exudes in the ER. He probably would talk you through it. You choke on the wine and cough, the red liquid spilling out onto your shirt.

“Shit,” you cough out, settling the glass down on the table as Abbot does the same, his hand coming up to your shoulder to steady you as you catch your breath through the coughs. “I’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing!”

“No, it’s okay,” His reassures, hands coming up to steady your waist as you get through the fit of coughs.

“I swear I know how to drink,” you laugh out, eyes darting down to his fingers playing with the end of your shirt.

“If you want I have spare clothes,” he offers, once again toying with the edge of your shirt. His fingers dance along the hem before they slowly glide along your bare skin, causing you to gasp at the cold feeling.

Your face is centimeters away from his and you can’t help but dart your eyes from his hands up to his eyes, then his lips which are stained a deep red from the wine. A surge of confidence bubbles up in you and before you can lose it you find your hand coming up to cup his cheek bringing his eyes to yours.

“Well, I won’t be needing a shirt for my massage, right Dr. Abbot?”

That pushed him over the edge, pulling you into a rough kiss, teething clashing against each other. Your hands moved their way up to his locks, intertwining with those damn curls you had been so desperate to mess up before. He pulls away from you, tugging your bottom lip lightly between his teeth causing you to moan and you could see the fire light in his eyes.

You move closer to him, settling on top of his lap with your legs on either side of him, as he finally pulls off your top and unclips your bra letting them fall to floor. His mouth is back on you, trailing kisses down your neck till he reaches your collar bone. You let out a whine he bites down, sucking and smoothing the area over with his tongue over and over causing you to moan and grind down on him.

When he finally pulls back his pupils are blown out, lips puffy and red, he looks absolutely wrecked from just kissing you and you’re sure you look the same. He nods his head down, following his gaze you find a dark purple bruise forming on your clavicle where he had just been focusing his attacks.

“Jack!” you scold, noticing the way his hips jerk up into yours as you say his name. He can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips from your reaction. He would mark your body over and over again, he wanted everyone to know you were his and his alone.

“Think it’s about time I fulfill the other part of that bet,” he’s quick to flip the two of you over causing you to gasp as you back hit the couch. Jack sinks to his knees in front of you, pulling off ur scrub bottoms and undies in one swoop, and positioning himself between your thighs.

Your hands are quick to find his salt and pepper hair as he kisses softly up your thigh till his nose was hitting right where you craved him. He licks a long stride up your slit and you whine, tossing your head back against the couch as he repeats the motion once more before kissing and nipping at your thighs again.

“Jack, please” you plea, just wanting him to give you anything. End the teasing and rail you over and over till you cried.

“Eyes on me baby,” He hummed, his hazel eyes cutting right through you as he finally returned his mouth to your cunt. It was an unspoken deal, the longer you held eye contact the more he would give you.

You watched his eyes scan your whole body, the way your back arched every time he added a finger, the way your brows would press together when he would brush against the right spots, he was always too damn observant. But god was he just drunk on you. He loved feeling your fingers tighten in his hair when he’d suck and lap at your clit and the way your eyes would close for just a moment before snapping back to his. He was addicted to this, to you.

By the time you were cumming he was wasted. The sweet sounds, the way your thighs were threatening to close around him, the blush coating your face threatening to drag down over your neck and chest. You were so beautiful, so perfect, and all for him.

“Jack,” your voice snapped his attention back to you, your eyes pricking with tears as he pulled away from your cunt, coming up to capture your lips with his. His hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss to toss it off, whilst your hands worked on untying his scrub pants and letting them fall to floor.

“You sure you want this?” Want him he means, everything that comes with him. If there was one other pattern that came with Jack Abbot other than an addiction to you, it was this. The feeling of burden.

“I want this,” your voice is hushed and you can see the way the statement softens his eyes, brows relaxing as he pulls you into another kiss, this one is less frantic, less rushed. A declaration of something neither of you wanted to label just yet, but a promise to each other.

He makes quick work of his boxers, spitting on his hand and pumping his length a few times before teasing your slit up and down, and finally pushing his full length into you. He lets out a deep groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you scratch along his back, wrapping your legs around him.

He reveled in the filthy noises you made as he began fucking in and out of your tight cunt, feeling your fingers dig into his back and pull at the curls on his neck. He was driving you insane, between the kisses and the lewd praises that streamed out of him like a memorized scripture.

“Such a good girl,” He’d repeat over and over, his good girl. “Your pretty hole is taking me so well.”

All you could do was whine out his name over and over, he was all you could think about. The pleasure he was giving you, the bruises he was decorating your collar with, the head of his dick kissing that sweet spot over and over. He held your hips down as he pounded into you, bringing one hand up to rub circles around your clit cause you to tighten around him, holding on to his biceps as you moan.

“Mm close, Jack” You could feel the way his arms tensed, dick twitching inside you signaling he was close too. He could cum just from hearing you say his name.

“Gonna cum for me?” He rasps out, practically out of breath when he takes in the sight of you. Pupils blown, hair sticking to your face, tears pricking at your eyes, and god, the way your pussy was taking his length so well, it was mesmerizing to watch. “Please, cum for me baby.”

Thats what sent you over the edge, the begging. He wanted every bit of you, would beg to have you, to please you. He continued fucking you through your high, finger slowing down on your clit till he was pulling out and painting your stomach white.

He falls to his knees in front of you, resting his head on your thigh as he looks up at you with a lazy grin, those beautiful hazel eyes finding yours. You watched as he caught his breath, eyes never leaving each other as you both came down, finally able to form coherent thoughts.

“Thank you,” you smile while reaching out a hand to card fingers through his messy hair. Of course you would say thank you after making him cum the hardest he ever has. Sweet, innocent you.

“Who said we were done yet?” He wasn’t letting you go that easy, not until the sun was setting again.

Maybe Robby could cover his shift tomorrow.

[milomelts]

Note: Yall don’t even at me idk where this came from 😭😭 watcher school detention with professor Giles that is all

Pairing: Giles x Reader

Request: no,,,

Gender: Neutral!!! (reader does wear skirt but no gendered language)

Warnings: 18+, and im serious yall 😡

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Maybe it was just time for the legacy of the Watchers to die out with you. Perhaps your great, great, great whatever wouldn’t mind the fact that you were going to completely flunk your dead languages exam, not to mention the fact that you were also missing all your extracurriculars stuck in detention. Guess that dream of being a chess champion really did die with your great aunt.

It was almost underheard of really to be in detention, watcher school was more of a college and you were all adults, and yet here you were wasting away and watching the time tick by as your dead languages professor scribbled some nonsense in the margins of some old demon journal. He huffed, slamming the book closed and letting his pencil drop on the table next to it as he turned and looked at the clock and then at you.

“You could at least try to do your work,” he grumbles, motioning at the abandoned Latin vocabulary sheet that was sitting at your desk covered in poorly drawn doodles. “You know I want to be here just as much as you do.”

You scoff, meeting his gaze and sitting back in your chair. “Then lets just go! No use in driving both us mad, and really who even uses Latin anymore? I bet even the demons don’t know-“

“Y/n.” His voice is stern as he brings his hand up to his forehead massaging his temples and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“I mean really Giles, Latin?” His deadpanned stare causes you to shift in your seat as you look away and down at the sheet in front of you. Your voice comes out a soft grumble as you pick up your pencil and look at the first question “I don’t even know what it’s saying.”

His chair squeaks against the floor as he rounds his desk over to yours, resting one hand on the back of your chair and the other adjusting his glasses as he looks at the first question.

“A posse ad esse, would be used in what type of spell?” he reads off looking at you expectingly only to be met with your blank stare. He grumbles out a sigh grabbing your textbook from underneath the paper and flipping to the vocabulary in the back and pointing at a passage, “it means from being able, to being, or in plainer terms possibility to actuality.”

“So the answer is summoning spells?” you offer a small shrug and smile as you look up at Giles, only for your breath to catch in your throat as you realize the closeness of you both.

“Yes, good!” He smiles, motioning for you to write your answer as he adjusts his grip on your chair and clears his throat to read the next question. “ad libitum is often used in love spells, but why can this wording cause them to go awry?”

“Oh! I know this one!!” Your excitement startles him and you offer an apology with your eyes as you turn to face him, “It means your desire, so maybe the wording can make the spell to powerful.”

He grinds his teeth together, making an unsure noise as you roll your eyes at him and ask what the correct answer is. He motions for you to begin writing as he once again leans down by your ear.

“Sometimes our desires are unknown to us,” his voice is hushed, darkening as he continues his lecture. “We may think we desire one thing when really we desire something else, for example we may think we desire dropping out because we don’t understand the course material when really you’re too busy thinking about fucking the professor to pay attention to his class.”

Your thighs clench as your breath catches in your throat, the lead of your pencil snapping off as you push down too hard on the paper. Had you really been all that obviously?

“Giles I-“

“That’s just an example though,” he’s too nonchalant as he rounds his way back to his desk, sitting in his chair legs spread wide in invitation as his eyes dared you to make a move, to deny his accusation. He takes off his glasses, folding them and gently setting them atop his book, before looking at you expectantly and checking his watch. “I believe by now we must be the only ones left, janitor shouldn’t arrive for another hour.”

Your feet move themselves as you round your way to his side of the desk, anxiously picking at the hem of your skirt as his eyes trail up and over your figure. He reaches to take your hand, pulling you forward till you’re seated on one of his thighs, skirt riding up your waist, and damp underwear pressing against his pants.

“If you truly don’t desire this-“ he begins but you cut him off with a gentle kiss, letting your hands find their way to his hair tangling themselves into the soft locks.

“I want this Giles,” you pepper soft kisses along his jaw and he moans lightly as you pull his head back by his hair. “Please don’t stop.”

His hands begin tugging your shirt out of your skirt, cold fingers pressing their way underneath to find your stomach, causing you to gasp as his mouth finds your again. His tongue floods its way in and dominates over yours, you both moan as the kiss continues, salvia dripping down to your chest and wetting the fabric where his hands explore underneath. His nails lazily scrap as his finger press and twist all the right spots, doubling down on the places that make you gasp louder and moan sweeter.

Your lips are swollen and bruised as he breaks the kiss, eyes widening as you bite at his bottom lip and try to regain some dominance, leaving little love bites down his jaw and neck, his chest rumbles as he chuckles at your attempt. That stupid, smug accent ringing in your ears.

“You do have a lot of learning to do, don’t you?” He sneers, moving you off his lap and onto your knees on the floor as he scoots to the edge of his chair. You look up at him, waiting for his next order as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, letting the string of salvia connect you as he pulls away and sits back.

“What do you want me to do?” You gasp out, shuddering at the thought of just letting him do whatever he wants.

“Whatever you truly desire.”

Your hands are on him before he can even get the words out, grasping at his belt and undoing it just enough to unbutton his dress pants and pull them down along with his underwear. You hadn’t expected him to be as big as he was truth be told, but it didn’t even matter as you began to kiss and lick your way down his length and then back up again. He reaches down, guiding your head to take his cock in your mouth as he grabs his belt from beside you. He roughly pulls you back by your hair, standing up and grinning down at you.

“As pleasant as this is, I believe you desire something more,” He motions for you to tuck your arms together behind your back and he loops his belt around your wrists securing them in place.

He thrust his cock back into your mouth causing you to gag as you look up at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you choke on his dick. You whine and attempt to beg as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, you needed more, needed him.

“You’ve been a bad student,” his voice drops even lower, as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, slapping it against your cheek as your mouth hangs open and drool rolls down your chin. “I think you desire to be punished, so you can become good. Do you wanna be good for me?”

“Yes, please Professor.” You whine, opening your mouth to take him once again as he sets a brutal pace fucking your throat. You gag as he pulls you down to the base of his cock, holding your head before letting you up gasping for air and then doing it again. You loved every second of it.

Once he felt your throat had been fucked enough, he pulled back causing you to whine at the loss only to shriek as he tugged you up and bent you over his desk, hastily sliding his books out of your way. He makes quick work of flipping up your skirt, tossing your undies aside on the desk next to you, before making sure you’re ready for him, kissing and licking his way around before inserting a few fingers to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you, stopping with just the tip of his dick nudging at your entrance.

He’s pants as he leans down over you again, his lips against your ear as he tugs at the bottom of your earlobe with his teeth before letting it go, “Are you-“

“Enough Giles,” you whine pushing your entrance back against him. “Please fuck me, please! I’ll be good, i’ll do my work, please-“

He cuts you off as he pushes in completely, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling of him filling you up. He grabs your wrists and sets a slow pace, gently dragging in and out of you whilst letting a string of salvia drop from his mouth to where you connect. He tugs you even closer to him and your legs shake as he picks up the pace, fingers moving to dig into your hips probably leaving bruises you’ll be fond of for the next week.

“You gonna be good and cum for me?” He teases, fucking you even harder as you babble out nonsense unable to form a coherent thought. You were close, whining as Giles pulled out and flipped you around on his desk, lifting your legs up to his shoulders before plunging himself even deeper into you than before.

He was close now too as you clenched around him, squeezing his dick tighter and tighter with every thrust, and he leans down to capture your lips once again. It was all too much as he bit at your neck, continuing his relentless pace and flooded your senses with his hands everywhere. You strained against his belt, you wanted to hold onto him, pull his hair, push him away, and pull him even closer. It all became too much as you finally snapped and came hard on his cock, whining and saying his name over and over in broken sobs as you felt him release alongside you.

His lips found yours once again, placing soft kisses in between pants as you both came down from your highs. He pulls away, gently flipping your skirt back down and smoothing it out before helping you up and undoing your restraints. He kisses your wrists, looking deep into your eyes as he returns them to your side.

“Giles,” you begin, handing him back his glasses which he’s quick to put on as he buttons up his pants and tucks in his shirt.

“I believe we’ve learned quite enough,” he grabs your undies off the desk tucking them into his pocket and grabbing his briefcase from beside the desk. “Do remember there is a test Friday.”

You mouth hangs open as you stare at him, worry filling your gut. Your eyes meet and he leans forward pulling you into yet another heated kiss, before taking a step back.

“If you need any more tutoring, don’t hesitate to visit my office hours.”

You can’t help the grin the spreads across your face, one thats mimicked on Giles’ as he places a soft kiss to your forehead and then hurries to leave so he doesn’t get caught up in yet another make-out session.

You would definitely be visiting office hours.

[milomelts]

Note: First post 😳😳😳 Sorry if this is bad yall i literally havent written for like 3 years and its proofread by me myself and I but inspired by Angel ep 2x9 angel goes undercover and you walking in on a meeting with demons

Pairing: Angel x Reader

Request: Nopee

Gender: Hopefully neutral 🤞 (lemme know if i fucked up)

Warnings: 18+, some biting and blood but nothing crazy just like vampires u know 🥴

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A yawn broke your daze as you glance over at Wesley turning the page to some demon grimore, hand covering his mouth as he glances at Cordy filing her nails instead of the papers in front of her. This awful torture had lasted all morning and well into the afternoon, research and books and files and guess what? Even more research!!

Groaning you slam your book closed, folding your arms on top of it and laying your head down on them as you mumble out a string of profanities and grievances to no one in particular.

“Got anything?” Wesley grumbles closing his own book and pushing it aside in favor of his now cold cup of tea.

“Just a headache,” you whine. You guys were trying to find out what powers were being held inside an amulet the demon of the week was wearing. It had given him enough strength to take out you, Gunn, and Wesley, he probably would have killed you all if Cordy didn’t have a vision leading Angel to drive by and pick you up. So now he was out scouting for the demons while the research led to dead end after dead end.

“I think I might go for a walk, maybe get us coffee,” you headed towards the doors grabbing your pager off the charging dock and shrugging on your jacket.

“Oo yes! Coffee sounds perfect!” Cordelia perked up, looking at Wesley who nodded in agreement. “Two mochas please!”

You move to open the front door when everyone’s pagers go off, glancing down you all read the message from Angel. It’s a location and the name of the amulet you’ve been searching for information on.

“We can finally focus our research! This is great, Cordelia can you-“ Wesley glances over at you looking at the pager and then meeting your eyes, he instantly knew. “Y/n don’t-“

You smile, running out the front door before he got the chance to tell you not to rush in head first. You were tired of the research, it was time to meet up with Angel.

By the time you reached the location it was nightfall. There was a hidden door in the alley between a nightclub and a liquor store, a brick wall amongst the cobblestone one, and when you knocked three times it slid open. Almost too easy.

As you walked through the door slide closed behind you and various half-burned candles were illuminating the staircase you descended. Looking around the small room you see 5 demons sitting around a table, one by one looking up at you.

Perhaps you had made a slight mistake.

“Look what we have here boys,” One of them begins to say, you glance over at them and see the amulet hanging around their neck. At least you were at the right place?

The demons all move to lunge at you, but before they get the chance the one sitting closest to you stands, chair shrieking as it scraps across the floor.

“This one’s mine,” He’s at your side before you can even blink. Angel. You open your mouth to say something but his eyes warn you not to as his face contorts into its vampiric appearance and he smiles, making a big show for the audience behind you. “Scream for us now.”

You feel his teeth before you even register them pricking into your neck, body paralyzed in fear as Angel moans at the taste of your blood on his tongue. Your eyes fill with tears as your body goes cold, the demons behind you grinning as they cheer him on, yet you can’t hear a sound. It’s almost pleasant to feel it all slip away, as Angel holds you in his arms, withdrawing his teeth as he gently guides you to the floor.

“Stay here, pretend to be dead please.” His voice is a stark contrast to the one he was putting on before as he turns back the demons.

Everything after is a haze, you remember seeing him tear the amulet from the first guy and putting it on himself, before turning to slay the rest of the demons. You can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you against his chest, whispering apologies and sweet words as he carries you through the night back to the motel.

You wake up to a train passing by, the horn blaring you from the warm comfort of sleep into the cold of night. Your hand finds its way to your neck, gently gliding over the mark left by Angel’s teeth as your memories flood back to you. Sitting up, you quickly slid out of bed and down the hall, your hands gliding along the walls and wooden doors. You had to see him, see Angel.

213, 215, 217.

You twist the knob, finding the door unlocked as you open it. Angel is sitting in his chair in the corner, turning from looking at the window to you as you close the door behind you. You both go to speak at the same time, saying each other’s name, and he motions for you to go first.

“Angel, I-“ you don’t even know what to say. Thank you? It’s okay? I’m sorry?

“I know,” he moves from his spot by the window over to you, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you to sit with him on the foot of the bed.

His hand trails up to your neck, brushing his fingers along the marks, closing his eyes and leaning his head against yours.

“Do you wanna do it again,” your voice is soft and it snaps him out of his trance as he just looks at you mouth agape, eyes flitting between back and forth between yours. “I want you to, if you want to, but if you don’t I understand-“

His fangs cut you off as they sink into your neck again. That pleasurable pinch of teeth against skin as he laps at the blood that pools there. It’s more gentle this time, more angelic, he rubs soothing circles on your shoulder and pulls back after such a short taste.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, just the faintest whisper as his lips hover near yours. Cradling his face with your hand, your bring your thumb up to his lips swiping away the remains of your blood that stained the corners of his mouth.

It’s as if your on autopilot as he opens his mouth slightly to capture your thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucks and swirls his tongue around it. When you pull your thumb free, there’s just a brief moment where the world stops turning. The air is still and you can both hear your heartbeat. Once. Twice.

His lips are on yours as it skips the next beat, hands tugging at your sides as he pulls you to straddle him. You gasp at the sudden movement letting him take control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning as you entangle with one another. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him as his kisses trail down your cheek and neck, bruising a path leading to his bite.

You both know it can’t go further, that it’s already gone too far, but neither can let go as he pulls you in to another intoxicating kiss. You rock your hips against him, feeling his hard on pressing against your sweet spot as you continue to roll your hips and moan into his mouth. He responds with the same urgency, hands tugging at your waist as he grinds up into you, soft moans escaping from his lips.

“Angel,” your voice is a broken whimper as you continue to press into him, trying to get as close as you possibly can. You feel his body shake and writhe the way yours does as you desperately grind against one another. “Please.”

Your not even sure what you’re asking for, but he takes it as an invitation to bite down on your neck once more and he pulls you down against him, rutting up into you as he openly moans and whines against your neck, desperately sucking and biting at whatever he can find. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair pulling his head back as you both see stars, lazily falling back onto the bed and panting against one another.

“You’re not gonna go all crazy town on me now right?” Although you’re mostly joking there’s a hint of concern lacing your words as you pull back gently to look Angel in the eyes.

“I guess since my dick stayed in my pants we’re good,” he pants out, smiling down at you before his face contorts into one of concern.

You sit up, hand pressed against his chest as he continues to stare at you, “What is it you’re scaring me.”

“I fear Cordy and Wesley might think the opposite.” He gestures to the small mirror on the desk across from his bed and you rush over to it, catching your reflection your eyes go wide at the state of your neck. It almost looks like a rabid dog attacked you the way it’s covered in bite marks and bruises, no amount of make up would be able to cover this up.

Turning back around to him you offer a small smile and bite at your lower lip trying to think of a solution before an idea pops into your head and your smile turns into a grin. “I hear turtle necks are in right now!”

[milomelts]

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~Series i write for!~

Also i write fluff/smut/angst yeeee (basically everything), things bolded are my current fixations and am more likely to write them :)

BTVS/Angel

The Pitt

Punisher/Daredevil/Marvel

Andor

Starwars in general

The Last of Us

BG3