#in the meantime have some nanny gifs | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

kaysfanficcorner · 2 years ago

Text

Out of This World Chapter 2: Getting to Know You

Author’s Note: Hey all! Welcome to chapter two. Thank you to everyone who read chapter one! I’ve been excited to share this, so I hope your enjoy!

Summary: The Mandalorian and his new shipmate make their way to a few planets as he hunts for quarries. In the meantime, they start to slowly get to know more about each other and conflicting feelings arise.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Female Earthling Reader

Warnings: Light sexual tension. Light reference to masterbation. Cursing. This story is eventually going to have NSFW scenes so please no one under 18 interact. If you are under age, you are prohibited from this work of fiction.

AO3

*****

It takes a few weeks for things to fall into a comfortable routine around the Razor Crest, and for you to get your “space legs” as you like to call it. Being a nanny to the child quickly becomes a second nature to you. You’ve started to learn his moods, his habits, what makes him giggle or cry. You spend your days catering to the baby’s every whim, and you’re absolutely in heaven. He’s a curious little boy and if you’re not watching him all the time he tends to get himself into mischief, yet even so you can’t help but feel he’s one of the very best children you’ve ever been hired to watch. Perhaps you’re biased because of how stinking cute he really is, but he’s genuinely just a sweet little being in need of the same love and attention that any child of any species needs in order to grow up happily.

The Mandalorian turns out to have more of a personality under that helmet of his than you’d originally expected him to, and he’s more of a hands on father than you’re used to dealing with. Most of the kids you’ve watched in the past came from slightly toxic homes, much like the one you grew up in, and you’ve usually been the one responsible for fulfilling those absent parental needs where you were able.

The Mandalorian, however, spends every moment that he’s not flying the ship, using the fresher, hunting, or sleeping, to try and pay any attention he can to the kid. He may not know what he’s doing sometimes, but it’s undeniable that Mando is a really good foster dad. He truly has the natural instincts of a father.

So far, there’s been a single stop on one planet for Mando to hunt the first quarry on his list. The hunt only takes three days, but the planet is deemed entirely too dangerous for you and the kid to be left without supervision, so the two of you stay behind with Jupiter on the tightly locked up Razor Crest.

From your view of it up in the cockpit, you can see that the sky of this planet is a swirling mixture of navy blue and bright purple, even during the day. At night there are not one, but four moons. One of which is so close to the planet itself, that a majority of the lower half of the sky is taken up by its cratered, blue-green surface. It’s truly a sight to behold for your Earthling mind. Aside from that, the forest of dark blue, almost black piney looking trees is relatively quiet aside from the odd looking bird or animal that passes by.

You only go slightly stir crazy in that seventy-two hours. You and the kid try your best to patiently wait for the bounty hunter to return, but the little guy gets somewhat restless without the presence of his dad and you miss having another adult to talk to. Eventually you do manage to learn that the kid likes your taste in music, and that he’s completely enthralled by it when you do yoga. He even learns to mimic a few of the easier poses, which is probably one of the cutest things you��ve ever seen.

His big eyes closed as he sticks his arms out in warrior pose, is a sight to behold.

“Mental note,” you say to yourself out loud as you fiddle around with painting your nails at the beginning of the third day, “get Mando to bring us some arts and crafts supplies. Maybe the kid would like making things.”

In the background, a soft techno song is playing and the kid is bobbing his little head to the beat while the cat tries to knock a few things over.

Once the Mandalorian does return a few hours later, slightly bloodied but no worse for wear, you finally get to learn what carbonite is. He shows you how he freezes the bounty alive in a block of the gross looking stuff. The poor bith, a bug-like creature to say the least, is stuck with a look of terror in its gigantic eyes. This process can apparently cause hibernation sickness which results in weakness, dehydration, dizziness, memory loss, and temporary blindness.

“That’s horrifying,” you emphasize with a hand on your chest. The kid, who is cradled in your other arm, apparently disagrees and practically claps his hands at the foggy sight of the freezing process.

“Beats having to make conversation with a criminal,” Mando responds with a small shrug, “the ones I bring in warm usually never shut up.”

Mando shows you that he brought back a fair amount of fresh food from the local market just as you’d requested. Several exotic fruits and vegetables you’ve never seen before but are excited to try. One fruit in particular seems the most enticing, mostly because Mando tells you it’s one of his personal favorites. He also informs you that he asked around about any sort of black hole phenomenon, but was mostly met with incredulity from the locals.

After getting cleaned up and changing his clothes, the Mandalorian allows you a few hours on the outside of the ship so you and the kid can get some fresh air while charging the iPad. The bounty hunter sits with his back against a tree trunk as he keeps a close eye on your attempt to get the kid to exert some of his energy, but after awhile you’re willing to bet that Mando falls asleep for about forty minutes.

When he eventually wakes up, he stands and makes his way over to where you’re laying in the grass with the kid sleeping on your stomach.

“Hey,” you say with a smile up at him. The sunlight bounces off of his helmet and blinds you for a moment before his head moves to block the sun from your eyes entirely.

“Hi,” he says back, holding a hand out to you, “Let him rest for a little while and let me show you something.”

Careful not to wake him, you gently move the baby off of you and take the offered hand. He pulls you up with ease, as if you weigh the same as the kid, and that’s the first time you realize how strong he really is.

Then he hands you a blaster. You look down at it with skepticism, before looking back up to the man with curious eyes.

He answers your unspoken question, “I’d like to teach you how to use this. For now, I want to see how well you can shoot. We’re going to start off easy and work our way up from there. When we have some down time later, I’d also like to teach you how to properly clean it and care for it. These weapons are useful, but if you don’t know your way around it then you’re just endangering yourself and others. Do you understand?”

You nod, wanting to take this new level of trust that he’s extending to you very seriously. “I understand. Thank you for trusting me.”

He nods in return, “Try not to make me regret it. Hold the blaster how you think you should and show me your stance.”

You’ve never shot a firearm before, so after pulling from your memories of what you’ve seen in action movies, you spread your legs slightly and hold it out in front of you with both hands. Your right hand is holding the blaster itself, with your finger on the trigger, and your left hand is steadying your arm.

The Mandalorian makes a clicking sound with his tongue, “Not terrible, honestly. But you need to fix your footing. Like this.”

He shows you with his own feet and you mimic him. When he’s pleased with how you look, he comes to move behind you. His body is so close to yours that it’s distracting, but you try to focus as he keeps going. Your insides are squirming feeling him this near to you.

“You never want your finger on the trigger unless you’re about to take the shot. Keep it elongated down the side, so you can slip the finger in an pull the trigger in a moments notice.” As he says this and you comply, his arms circle around you and he adjusts your elbows slightly.

Your hands begin to sweat horribly.

“Much better,” he says, taking a few steps back to observe you. You miss the physical presence of him as soon as it’s gone.

“So not a lost cause?” You ask, trying your best to hold the pose he left you in.

“Not a lost cause,” he agrees, “Why don’t you try firing at that tree?” He points to one that’s a few yards away.

You slip your finger into the trigger and pull. There’s a soft click but nothing happens. “Did I mess this up already?” You ask.

“No, I wanted to see if you would remember that the safety is on.” He replies, there’s a hint of a smirk in his voice and you narrow your eyes at him.

“That was a cheap trick,” you say with a huff. It feels slightly like he’s picking on you and your shoulders slump a little.

“I didn’t meant anything by it, I just wanted to test you. There’s no harm in having a gap in your knowledge. All that matters is the willingness to expand it.” He shows you how to turn the safety off, and steps back again. “Sorry, I wont do that again.”

“I forgive you,” you reply with a little more confidence in your voice and you take the shot. A bright blast of red goes flying into the thick woods and you watch as it disappears into the tree line.

“Try again, you can go until you make the shot. Don’t hold your breath and keep both eyes open.” He moves to lean against the tree a few yards away from you so he can keep an eye on both you and the sleeping kid.

About fifteen minutes later, you hit the tree trunk dead on. A cheer erupts from you and you do a little victory dance. You’re sure you can hear a low chuckle coming from within the beskar of Mando’s helmet, and he claps his hands in applause.

“Congratulations,” he says, “You’ll be taking down Storm Troopers in no time.”

You turn the safety back on and look at him with a raised eyebrow, “What’s a Storm Trooper?”

*****

It’s probably another few weeks of space travel, with the occasional fuel stop at a star port and a trip to an aquatic planet for another quarry, before you’re finally ready to admit to yourself just how attracted to the Mandalorian you really are. There’s no use in denying it. You felt the initial spark of attraction for him when you’d met on Nevarro, and that fire has only burned brighter every day that you’ve lived on his ship and nannied his child. Will you act on this attraction? That’s an entirely different matter all together. It’s one thing to harbor a crush, its another to act drastically just because you’re a horny mess around him and it only seems to be getting worse.

You’re attracted to a man who you cannot, and will very likely never, look into the eyes of. A man you can’t actually see, nor do you know his age or true name. What a trip.

At first you try to chalk it up to cabin fever, to being cooped up inside with only him, the baby, and the cat. Then he’ll go and do something like clean his blaster in front of you or polish the jet pack, and the sight of the cosmic gunslinger sends thrills of need through your deprived core.

The things that his lovely baritone voice can do to your body should be considered sacrilegious in every imaginable sense of the word. He’ll suddenly break a comfortable silence between you to ask you if the kid’s taken a nap yet that day or a random question about Earth, and its enough to make your mouth begin water before you’re able to answer. Enough to make you have to bite down on your left knuckles in order to prevent yourself from making obscene noises as you touch yourself later on that night in the fresher, imagining all of the dirty, depraved things you’d like to hear that voice of his whisper in your ear.

Your natural scent has pretty much taken over the cot at this point, but that first glorious week of sleeping on the ship had been insatiable. The smell of him had been on every inch of the thing. As far as you’re concerned, the sweaty, natural musk of the Mandalorian could be bottled up and sold by Gucci himself and no one would ever question it. It’s a heavenly aroma to say the least.

His persona is strong and masculine on the surface, which is initially what attracts you to him in the first place. There is another part of him though, one you’re slowly getting to see more and more of during your time together. It’s this slightly more relaxed side that only comes out when its just your little group whirling through hyperspace, that’s what is truly starting to do you in.

The only way you can really describe it, is that he’s gotten used to you being around enough that he’s begun to let his guard down a little in front of you. Not by much, but enough for you to notice.

His shoulders will flex beneath the armor as he reaches his arms up over his head to stretch mindlessly, sometimes a yawn escaping through the modulator. He’ll curse more in front of you if the kid’s not around. Words you understand, and some you don’t at all. The tone of a curse being unmistakable behind the odd phrases regardless. You’ll catch him sitting up in the cockpit every now and then, allowing Jupiter to sleep in his lap while he flies the ship. He seems to like her just as much as she likes him, or at the very least he doesn’t push her down when she jumps up to rub her head lovingly into his chest or knead at his armor plated thighs.

When he’d laughed at your joke back on Nevarro? That had only been the beginning. Mando doesn’t crack many jokes of his own, but this doesn’t stop him from chuckling at most of yours. His sense of humor is hidden under that helmet somewhere, and nothing makes you feel more accomplished than getting a miniature laugh out of him. It’s never a robust or boisterous sound, but low and hearty.

The kid will suddenly reach for Mando to hold him while in your arms and you’ll pass him over, the openly tender moments shared between unlikely foster father and son pulling effortlessly at your heartstrings. You’ve become endeared to this duo whether you’ve asked to be or not, and when Mando is in the room its all you can do not to act like a smiling, giddy mess.

The attraction you feel towards him is undeniable and strong, even without the luxury of being able to see his face. He could be the phantom of the opera inside that thing for all you know, but still the infatuation persists.

But above all else, you’re really starting to consider Mando to be your friend. That might be the most attractive thing about him.

Trying to keep these desires and feelings shoved deep down is becoming the biggest struggle of all, though. The urge to reach out and brush a hand over his forearm will overpower you, and you’ll catch yourself a moment away from your fingers stretching out towards him before clenching your fist up tightly at your side. There are two sides of your personality endlessly battling your will to ignore him in every instance.

You’ve always been a hopeless romantic, never truly content to wade through life by yourself. In the past, on Earth, this never worked in your favor with the opposite sex. Every chance at romance a failed travesty. You constantly long for the comfort of another person’s body pressed tightly against yours. You yearn to have the affection and attention showered upon you which you rarely received as a child, but with the intention to return that affection tenfold. You wish to have a friend by your side to share your life with. You want a true partner, someone to take care of you as you take care of him. As a natural caregiver from a broken home, you’ve always longed to have a family you can nurture and love freely as your own. A family entirely of your making, comprised of people you trust and respect.

Apparently for most guys this had been “too much”, leaving you to float in and out of uncomfortable situations with foolish men not worth half of your time. Not even sexually.

Embarrassingly, you’ve never slept with anyone who had the ability to make you reach an orgasm. You used to blame yourself, thinking that your self-consciousness was causing your body to freeze up in the presence of another. But as the years went on and your confidence in the bedroom grew, you’ve still never found a partner to achieve this triumph over your body. Because of this, you’ve also never been able to create a deep enough sexual connection with another person for any relationships to even stand a chance. Sex is one of your favorite things in the world, but you’ve never actually been able to enjoy it in the way you need to most.

You can’t help but think that Mando knows his way around a woman’s body, and your secret, almost nightly fantasies of him finally fixing this long standing problem for you are absolutely maddening.

And so the two sides of you wage war with one another daily. Some days you just want the Mandalorian to throw you up against the ship’s wall and fuck you until you don’t know your own name, and others you find yourself thinking that you want two of you to take the kid for a nice scenic hike should you stop on a good planet for it. You walk a very fine line between debaucherous wretch and hopeless romantic.

The fact remains, however, that you are still completely out of place in this galaxy. Your eventual departure and the eventual departure of the kid are the two main reasons that you usually force this silly, frivolous way of thinking aside. Both of you are temporary passengers on Mando’s ship, and you know that you’re already in far too deep with how attached you are to the kid. The day he leaves the Razor Crest, should that happen during your time on it, will very likely rip your heart completely in half. And you know damn well you will be just as broken-hearted if you are the one to leave first. Odds are things are bound to go back to normal for everyone on board the ship at some point, and getting attached to the Mandalorian on top of it is only asking for more trouble than you think you’re prepared to handle.

This, on top of the fact that he’s very clearly a private person to begin with, is why you stop yourself every single time you feel the urge to ask him something about himself. No matter how badly your curiosity wants to take over, you shove it deep down inside just like the rest of your infatuation with him. Besides, its not like he’d be able to answer questions like, “Hey Mando, what’s your favorite pizza topping?” The bounty hunter wouldn’t know what a pizza was if you made one for him yourself in the poor excuse of a galley.

Fuck. Now you could kill for a pizza.

*****

Similarly, Din is harboring struggles of his own behind that beskar helmet of his. Particularly in regards to the fact that you don’t ask him anything about himself. Ever. You are quite literally the most curious person Din has ever met, asking him various questions almost daily.

“How does the hyperdrive actually work?”

“Hey Mando, is the next quarry a human or some other kind of species?”

“What did this one do to end up with on a bounty on him?”

“Mando, what planet in this galaxy has the most moons? Mine only had one. It’s so cool to see multiple moons in the night sky like on that first planet. I’d love to see like six all at once.”

“What language do they speak here?”

Din is always willing to answer you, never once denying you the information you seek about the galaxy you now reside in. He never talks down to you or tries to make you feel foolish for asking, but instead tries to explain what he can to the best of his ability. The galaxy can be dangerous, life in space can be dangerous, and the more you know about your surroundings, the less Din needs to worry about you getting yourself into trouble.

One would think that this eventually gets old for Din Djarin, but it’s quite the contrary. It should annoy him. Really, it should. Yet it doesn’t. Your questions don’t pester him in the slightest. He enjoys answering you, getting to share his knowledge of the universe with you. It’s never a constant thing, and you never bombard him with too much of it all at once. Your queries are never anything other than thoughtful, drawing from a place of respect.

It usually only happens when you come across something you genuinely don’t understand, when you’ll look up at Din with those big, bright eyes filled with mystified splendor. He’s powerless not to answer you when you look at him like that. Din can’t help but find you beautiful, your sense of childlike wonder adding an extra layer of softness to your already impossibly exquisite features. It’s that same childlike wonder that also allows Din to see things that he’s always taken for granted in a new light.

He is not without questions of his own, however. Whenever you say, do, or wear something from your home world, Din cannot help but ask you about it. This planet, this Earth, you’re from seems to be just about the strangest place in the universe, and Din has seen some strange things in his heyday. The cultural differences alone are beyond him, let alone the primitive technology he’s seen you tote around the ship connected by a short wire to little white buds in your ears which you call “headphones”. He’s still getting used to the way you speak, the odd phrases you constantly spout off, but you’re usually able to get your point across to him. Din’s own growing curiosity about you is beginning to be somewhat uncontrollable.

Din is starting to consider you a friend worth getting to know.

Which is why it bothers him once he starts to realize that the one thing you’ve never asked him a single question about is himself. He’s not stupid, it doesn’t take long for him to figure it out. He’s even sure he’s caught you stop yourself from saying something to him on more than one occasion, and its nagged at him for several days after.

He knows how thankful he should be that you’ve never once pried into his personal life, but for whatever reason Din wants you to pry. Even though Din is ever the sensible and logical man, and he knows that it shouldn’t effect him in the slightest, it really, truly bothers him. Drives him slightly crazy, even. You’ve lived on the ship for a full month now, and still you ask about every kriffing thing in the galaxy besides him.

Din lets this whole thing go for another few weeks, as long as he possibly can, until he finally decides to stop driving himself mad and just put an end to it once and for all.

But in the meantime, his attraction to you grows.

The Way has no restrictions on sensuality despite the popular opinion of most beings. It’s simply seen by his people as a means to an end. A necessary aspect of life that, if not properly addressed, causes distraction and sloppiness. Both things that a warrior cannot afford, for his or her very life depends on the ability to focus in the face of battle.

Though the culture heavily consists of foundlings and there is very little need to procreate, most adult Mandalorians do eventually take another Mandalorian as a mate. If not simply as a way to deal with these natural urges effectively and for companionship. Din did have an adolescent fixation with one of the older girls in The Tribe, early on in his days with the Mandalorians, but even that had been fleeting. There is no denying that Mandalorian women are all beautiful in their own right. Strong, independent women whom Din would trust in battle without a second thought.

Hypocritically and embarrassingly, however, Din has never been able to bring himself to be attracted to another Mandalorian enough to see past the beskar helmet. This fact has always caused a deep sense of guilt within him, and a small amount of shame. It should be considered to be an honor to have a woman of such caliber at his side, but that’s not what Din most craves late at night when he’s taking care of himself in private.

No, Din wants to see gorgeous, thick hair that his fingers can get tangled in. He wants to see beautiful, lust filled eyes looking up at him with need. Those same eyes slipping closed as breathtaking facial features contort in moments of pure ecstasy brought on by his touch and his alone. Din doesn’t want the rough hands of a warrior on his bare skin, but the gentle and comforting caress of silky, delicate fingers. Soft lips grazing his neck.

Din also secretly craves to be completely nurtured by someone, to be taken care of in a way that he never has before.

Mandalorian women cannot provide these things for Din, and he cannot expect someone to be only ever be attracted to his helmet if he can’t find one attractive on someone else. He can’t even provide a potential partner with a kiss, one the simplest pleasures in the galaxy. Din’s lips have not touched another person’s flesh since he swore the oath and placed the beskar upon his young head. He’s not even sure he remembers how to do it. This is one of the many things that has always gotten in the way when it comes to women, so in recent years he’s resolved to not even bother anymore. Din Djarin is prepared to go it alone until the bitter end.

When your eyes meet his though? Even with a barrier of beskar between the two of you, the way you look up at him with such admiration in your eyes throws him for a loop nearly every time. That old way of thinking begins to melt away. Perhaps Din doesn’t want to go it alone, not all the time at least.

But... you’re inevitably going to leave. If you can find a way back to your bizarre home planet, you’re going to go and Din will likely never see you again. Just like the kid will leave him one day too. So he resolves to shove his growing desire for you so far down that he cannot feel it anymore. He’s convinced himself that he can be numb to it just like all the other times he’s had to be, until he eventually forgets about it all together and moves on with his miserable life.

*****

It’s another normal, uneventful evening in space. You’re sitting on an overturned crate, bouncing the kid up and down on one knee while Din is preparing something to eat for the three of you. This has been the unspoken evening ritual for the better part of your time on the ship, since the evening when you happened to walk in on Din attempting to keep the kid and the cat from playing too roughly with one another on top of trying to make food. He’d been obviously flustered and overwhelmed by the situation, but wouldn’t ask you for help. So you had just scooped the kid up, stroked the cat on the head, and silently pulled up a crate. He’s never once requested it, but you’ve done it every single night since.

Both of you secretly love this routine. In fact, if he is to be completely honest with himself, its Din’s favorite part of the day. Cooking a hot meal for the group a is such a simple thing, but more and more it begins to feel so... domestic. More domestic than anything Din has experienced since being a child, well before he became a foundling and subsequently a Mandalorian. It dredges up very early, blurry memories of Din on his own father’s knee while his mother makes their supper. The roles are reversed here, but the sight of his foster son sitting happily in your lap as he fixes dinner is enough to create a steady warmth to grow beneath his beskar chest plate, and he’s beginning to have a hard time trying to push it away.

As for you, at first this had been frustrating. On Earth you considered yourself to be an excellent cook, but out in the galaxy you have no idea what you’re doing when it comes to food. You miss Earth food a great deal, but its undeniable that Mando is culinarily talented. Even with the meager ingredients he’s able to pull together, he somehow always manages to come up with something far more delicious than anything you’ve been able to pull off. The kid also seems to agree, usually trying to clamber his way up to sneak more servings for himself even if he’s already had several to begin with. Food could have easily been a necessity for survival, not something Mando ever sought to take pleasure out of. You’re immensely glad that’s not the way he sees it. Usually your mouth waters at the mere thought of his cooking.

On this particular evening, you’re standing next to the Mandalorian rather than sitting on your crate. The kid is being bounced on your hip with the little silver ball he likes to steal from the cockpit. Mando has pretty much given up on taking it away at this point. The kid is holding it up to show it to his father, while saying something he clearly feels very strongly about in his nonsensical language of bubbling toddler-speak.

Din’s head tilts down from watching you bounce the child, to watch his son “talk” to him instead.

“Really?” Din says genuinely down to him in response, making an exaggerated face in spite of the kid not actually being able to see it, “You don’t say.” The little green boy smiles and coos back in delight. Din enjoys this mindless baby banter, but finds himself wondering out loud, “I wonder when you’re going to start talking, kid. It’d be nice to know what you’re saying one of these days.”

“How old is he anyway?” You ask, not looking up from the baby wiggling around in your arms.

Din responds immediately, almost casually, “He’s 50 years old. That’s why I took the bounty on him in the first place, I had no idea he was a kid.”

You turn your head up so fast that you’re sure you hear a bone in your neck crack, “50?! How is that even possible?” Your eyes scan over the tiny green thing and you can’t possibly fathom it.

“His species lives a lot longer than ours. He’s still considered to be an infant regardless of his age. This little womp rat here will probably live to be hundreds of years old,” Din explains, gently poking a finger on the child’s head.

You laugh then, shaking your head back down to the child on your hip. “And you can’t talk yet, nor can you wipe your own ass? You’re lucky you’re so adorable, little green bean.”

As Mando turns back to put the finishing touches on the meal, you keep your head tilted so that you can look at him from the corner of your eye. It isn’t lost on you that he’d called it “our” species, referring to the both of you being human. In a rare moment of feeling cocksure, you suddenly say, “So you’re a human under there after all, huh Mando?”

Din’s head jerks over to look at you, his eyebrows raising beneath the helmet. Still not really a proper question about him, but it’s formed enough like one to get his attention.

“What species did you think I was?” He counters seriously.

“That was a joke,” you say, suddenly feeling awkward. You worry that you’ve irritated him now, so your attitude becomes slightly dismissive as you turn to face away from him. “I figured you’re human, or at least humanoid. You’ve got five fingers on each hand,” you say nothing more on the subject.

Because your back is to him, Din’s eyes cannot help but land on your nice, firm backside. Truth be told... his eyes, deep brown and lusty beneath the beskar, do that a lot more than he’d readily admit. You’re wearing a black pair of what you’d once called “yoga pants” and they are... distracting to say the least.

Din curses lowly under his breath, vexed with your reluctance to talk to him about himself. He starts to play into it like he always does, pushing his irritation to the side and letting it go, telling himself its ultimately for the best not to get too close. But then you shift your footing and he watches as your ass shifts with it, rippling over to the left with the lightest of jiggles. Something within him shifts as well, and Din decides right then and there to just get the hell on with it. He sets the cooking utensils down and reduces the heat, before moving towards you.

You’re fully aware of every movement behind you without needing to turn around. You can sense Mando turning the heat on the food down before coming towards you. When you feel the height of him just a foot or so behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The warm sensation returns low down in your belly, and your palms begin to moisten slightly. You’re not sure whether to face him or not. Deciding on the latter, you keep your back to him.

His modulated voice hovers about six or so inches above your head, “Why is it that you never ask me anything?”

That warmth in your belly becomes a steady heat at the sound of his voice. Squashing that down as best as you can, you sit the kid down on the floor and spin back around to face him. You’re very used to speaking to the helmet by now, and you see yourself raise an eyebrow in its reflective surface. You’d heard the way he’d asked it, but you decide to play dumb, “I ask you stuff all the time, Mando. I just asked about the kid a second ago! Sometimes I worry that it’s actually annoying.”

“If it was constant it would be,” he says honestly, head tilting ever so slightly to the right as his forearms cross just over his abdomen. “But, no. Not annoying. I know how... different this galaxy is for you, and it is a dangerous place. The more you know, the less I have to worry about saving your ass from something you could have prevented yourself.”

That head tilt to the right is most certainly a sign of him smirking under there, you’re willing to bet your Bowie t-shirt on it. And your knees wobble a little at the sound of his voice making a passing mention of your ass. If only he knew how deeply your depravity ran, of the things you’ve fantasized about him doing to your ass.

Face flushed, you force yourself to recover, “So what’s the deal then, chrome dome?”

He retorts evenly with, “You ask me about everything under the stars aside from, well, me. I’d like to know why.”

That’s not really what you’d expected at all, and it leaves you floored for a quick moment. So he noticed how hard you’d been trying to avoid that particular subject after all. You think about it earnestly before looking right in the visor, once again hitting your mark without even knowing it.

“You’re obviously a very private person,” you say, gesturing up to the helmet, “I may not understand that, but I can respect it. It would be wildly inappropriate for me to bombard you with personal questions. I’m your guest and since I may very well never find a way to make it back to my home world, I’d rather not overstay my welcome on this ship too quickly.”

Din’s head doesn’t move, but his shoulders soften slightly. “That’s...” he trails off, considering what he’s about to say next, “kind of you, to respect my privacy. I appreciate it, but you don’t have to be afraid to ask. You’re a curious woman, so I’m sure you have your questions. If you get too personal or if you do bother me too much at once, then I reserve the right not to answer you.”

You look up at him through thick lashes while your parted lips form into a small, shy grin. Din feels it then, something that had been long dormant within him before the day you came into his life. Pure, unadulterated, desire.

It stirs low inside of him like one of Nevarro’s lava pits, boiling steadily and beginning to crack at his once steely reserve. This is certainly not the first time a reaction like this has spurred within him, but this is by far some of the strongest attraction he’s ever felt towards another person. Din’s had a handful of encounters with women of various species over the years, and perhaps even felt a substantial sense of attraction to a few of them in his younger days, but never anything nearly so powerful as the aching, desperate need he feels when he looks down at you.

Then you reach your hand out towards him, towards the beskar pauldron on his right shoulder and your mouth opens as if to begin speaking. He quickly assumes that you’re about to ask him about the armor itself, what it’s made of. Technically still not an actual question about him. Downtrodden and genuinely disappointed, Din begins to prepare himself to begrudgingly explain the beskar to you, until you bypass the pauldron itself to trace a tentative finger over the signet there instead.

You delicately run the tip of your index finger over the mudhorn skull, looking up at him to meet the visor with that look of wonder Din is so powerless against. He might as well be tossed into a sarlacc pit right in that moment. He’s done for, even if he doesn’t realize it yet.

“What’s this represent?” You ask softly, running your finger up the length of the long horn. “I’ve wondered about it since we met. I can tell it’s the skull of an animal, but does it mean something special to you?” You chuckle a little, casting your eyes down to the symbol again, “We have an animal that kind of looks like this on Earth. It also has a horn on the end of its snout but not quite so huge. It’s called a rhinoceros.”

“Rhinoceros,” Din repeats the foreign word slowly, stumbling over some of the pronunciation. What an odd name for an animal.

You laugh brightly at hearing the word on his tongue, grinning up at him, “Rhino for short. I assume that this thing is probably gigantic in comparison to the thing on Earth, just like a lot of things in this galaxy seem to be.”

“It’s called a mudhorn,” he says simply after letting you ramble, “I had to kill one in battle, so it became my signet. My clan insignia, clan Mudhorn.”

You feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach form at that. If clan means the same thing out here as it does back on Earth, then he’s referring to his family. Does Mando have some family back on some planet that he’s never mentioned? Swallowing the lump in your dry throat, and though the childish part of you doesn't even want to know the answer, you ask him, “How many people are in your clan?”

But then Mando scoops the kid up as the little bugger runs between the two of you, and the helmet again fixes on you as he says, “Just two.”

Your heart just about turns to pudding within your chest right there. It’s all you can do not to clutch a hand to your collarbone and make a noise of endearment. The kid is truly all the Mandalorian has in this world? And one day he’ll inevitably have to give the green toddler up if they ever find his own kind? The muscle pumping blood through your body both swells and breaks for Mando all at once.

Deciding not to press your luck and that one question is enough for now, you’re satisfied with this new information about your mysterious cosmic companion for the time being.

But then he surprises you by saying, “If you’d like to join me up in the cockpit after I take my meal, I could tell you more about it.”

You’re sure the surprise is evident on your face, but you smile regardless, “I’d like that,” is all you can say.

No one speaks after that. He portions out a bowl of food for the three of you and hands you yours, making you feel nervous as your hand brushes against his glove. You thank him for dinner and he nods in a silent welcome before quickly making his way up to the cockpit. You’re a giddy mess as you scramble to deposit a protein pack in Jupiter’s bowl and situate yourself with the kid to eat your own meals. You’re so wound up that you barely want to eat, but force yourself to do so anyway. You let the kid have what you can’t finish.

Up in the cockpit the helmet drops to the ground with a loud thunk before he’s even in his seat. Din has never eaten so quickly in his life.

Within five minutes he’s calling down to you that you can come up when you’re ready, and in a gesture you know all too well at this point, his gloves appear from the opening in the ceiling for the kid. He passes his empty bowl down, and you thank him for supper as you then pass the kid up to him in exchange. You have to excuse yourself to the fresher to pull yourself together before joining them upstairs.

When you eventually do make your way up to the cockpit, you take your usual seat behind and to the left of the Mandalorian. He turns the pilot’s seat to face you while the kid sits in the other passenger seat, too happily occupied by the silver ball to notice the adults’ growing tension in the tiny control room. Mando could be making stupid faces under that thing for all you know, but you’re willing to bet he’s fixing you with some sort of serious look. It causes you to squirm in your seat, flushing as you look away from him shyly.

Even on Earth, there had never been a single, solitary man who had this much of an inaugural effect on you. Mando’s got steady a hold over you already, and you’re pretty sure you’re reaching that point of being willing to do literally anything to be close to him. You suddenly find yourself desperately wanting to take care of him in some way, to show some sort of affection in the way you know best.

“Would you like to hear about the mudhorn?” Din asks, looking from you to the kid. Does he want to tell you the truth about the kid? Din’s pretty sure he can trust that you are who you say you are at this point, and that you harbor no secret ill will towards the child. You’re not going to suddenly turn him in to the Empire. Hell, you probably still don’t even understand what the Empire used to be, let alone what the shambles of it are now.

When he looks back to you, you nod in the affirmative, “Only if you want to tell me.”

You’re surprised by his willingness to tell you this story, and you’re equally surprised by how long he makes the act of telling it. Mando is a man a few words generally, and this is the most you’ve heard him use his handsome sounding voice in one sitting since the two of you met. Usually you’re the one doing the talking, telling long winded stories. But because he is a man of few words Mando chooses them very carefully, and so he’s able to paint a fairly clear picture in your head of the events which led to the mudhorn. Kuill and the blurrgs. Finding the kid, returning to the Razor Crest to find it scrapped by Jawas, chasing said Jawas down and having them demand the egg of a mudhorn in return for the ship’s parts. Then he tells you about getting his ass handed to him by the mama mudhorn, nearly dying in the process, before the kid saved him.

“What do you mean the kid saved you?” You ask, incredulously looking over at the toddler as he still continues to suck on the silver ball and babble to himself. “Is that some kind of metaphor for, like, what you were missing in your life?”

“What? No, not like that.” Din says with a shake of the head, though something in your words rings true for him in the back of his mind. “The kid, he can do things. Has... abilities.”

Again you look to the child, and your jaw drops open, “Like he’s got superpowers? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Hey, watch the language in front of the kid,” Mando says sternly, “He can do things with his mind. You need to know about it incase he ever does it in front of you. Usually it’s a defensive thing, but I’ve also seen him use it to cause trouble.”

You gloss over the thing about the kid for a moment, focusing instead on the light scolding you’d just received. He hadn’t been rude about it, in fact the dad-like way he’d said it makes you smile. “I thought you guys don’t even have that word in basic,” you say, laughing.

“You say it enough that I was able to gather it’s inappropriate nature from the connotation in which you use it. What does it mean, anyway?” He asks, curious.

Embarrassed slightly, and not wanting to think about the way you’d love to hear him say that particular word to you, you shake your head. “That’s an adults-only explanation... So back to the little superhero over there?”

“That’s all. He used his magic powers or whatever they are to stop the mudhorn from charging me, and I was able to kill it. We retrieved the egg, and I got my parts back.” Mando replies, and you still can’t wrap your head around that tiny thing having abilities.

It’s not that you don’t believe it. You’ve been sucked through a man-made black hole in your grandfather’s basement and ended up stranded billions of light years away from home. Of course you believe it, you just don’t know how that could come out of something so precious and innocent.

“Well that’s certainly not what I thought you were going to tell me,” you breathe out with a shake of the head, “I’m shocked.”

The Mandalorian actually laughs a little beneath the beskar, “Imagine my shock. That thing was floating off the ground. Poor kid slept for nearly a full day after.”

“Poor fella,” you say, standing to scoop the kid up for an embrace. You begin bouncing him back and forth while making your way to stand beside the pilots seat as Mando turns it back to face forward. “It’s hard work protecting your dad from big, scary mudhorns, huh?” The kid just babbles up at you, and you hand the silver ball over to Mando so it can be screwed back into the shift.

“What happened after that?” You ask, wanting to know everything about him now that you know he’s willing to tell you.

“That’s a story for another time,” Din says while reaching with his right arm to screw the ball in. The injury in his shoulder from the previous week flares up then, causing him to hiss out, “Dank farrik,” under his breath.

You can’t help yourself, “Language in front of the kid, Mando.”

“I deserve that,” he says, still hissing in pain as he slowly pulls his arm back with a groan, opening and closing his fingers several times.

“I’m kidding. Are you okay?” You ask, genuinely concerned for him.

He nods, “Pulled my shoulder hunting the last quarry. Still sore.”

You set the baby back down on the passenger seat and return to Mando’s side, “That was almost a week ago, are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” Din says somewhat curtly. He’s had worse.

“Well it doesn’t help that you’ve been sleeping up here for well over a month. That can’t be comfortable,” you suddenly feel incredibly guilty for having taken his bed, “Please take the cot back tonight, I’d hate to see you make it any worse. I’ll find somewhere else.”

“No,” he argues again, “I’ll be fine.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “So the men in this galaxy are stubborn too, huh? And here I thought it was just an Earth thing.”

Din doesn't know what to say to that, so he says nothing, which elicits an exasperated sigh from you. He suddenly feels your hand on his right pauldron for the second time that night, but this time it begins to pull. His own hand flies up to catch yours and the helmet snaps up at you while the leather covered fingers around your hand apply a light amount of pressure. This is the most he’s ever touched you.

“What are you doing?” He asks, halting your movements.

“Relax,” you draw out the word, “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. You need that shoulder rubbed, and I can’t do that for you with your armor on.” Feeling rather brave, you bend to hover your head beside the helmet, placing both hands on the pauldron and pulling lightly at it again. You drop your voice down an octave, softly saying, “Let me take care of you, Mando.”

Those words again leave Din at a loss for any of his own, and his hand melts back down to his lap. He doesn’t stop you when you pull his pauldron off completely, setting it down carefully on the seat you usually sit in. He lets you do the same to the vambrace on his forearm, using his other hand to help you get it off. His entire right arm suddenly feels so bare without the beskar, in spite of still being covered in layers of clothing.

“Can you take the cloak off too?” You ask nervously. This is quickly becoming uncharted territory.

Din complies, taking he beskar off of his left arm as well before handing all of it over to you. You set everything down so gingerly that Din can sense how much you respect his armor just from the delicate way you handle it. “Thank you. For being so careful with that.”

“Wouldn’t dream of messing it up. What’s this stuff made of anyway? It’s lighter than I expected it to be.”

“Mandalorian beskar. It’s one of the most indestructible substances in the galaxy, and weighs less than most common metals.”

“Like vibrianium! Heh, that’s awesome,” you laugh.

“Let me guess. Earth thing?”

“You got it.”

Din is too lost in the idle conversation to realize how bare he truly is at first, but this is certainly the most exposed he’s ever been around you. As you’ve been talking, everything on his torso aside from the thin, long sleeved undershirt and his gloves have been simultaneously removed and placed in the passenger seat. He finds himself wondering how he suddenly let it come to this.

Maker, it’s been so long since he’s been touched. His stomach is doing strange things inside of his body, his skin tingling all over.

You are similarly wondering the same thing, as you look down and get the tiniest glimpse of skin on the back of his neck. A small sliver of flesh tucked between his shirt collar and the base of the helmet. It appears to be tan, which should suggest that he’s naturally so. You highly doubt he has ever laid half naked in the sun just to vainly darken his skin tone, but that’s a sight you’d surely love to see. That little bit of skin nearly breaks you, but you ignore it.

Coming to stand directly behind the pilot’s seat, you instruct him to lean forward slightly and he complies. Your hands come to rest on either of his shoulders, and you suddenly catch a whiff of that scent from the cot. His scent. You breathe it in, and begin knead in your knuckles into his back. You start in near his spine and push both up and out, when a loud noise that sounds almost pained escapes him. You can see your own surprised expression in the silver reflection on the back of his head, moving your thumbs to rub circles into the base of his neck, just below the exposed patch of skin.

“Are you okay?” You pause to check on him

“Keep going,” he grunts out, and so you do.

You work at his shoulders for a good five minutes, focusing extra attentiveness on the shoulder he’s having trouble with. He makes noises here and there, but other than that you both stay fairly quiet. After you’ve given his shoulder enough attention, you work both of your hands slowly down his right arm. Your thumbs press into the knotted bicep, then the tricep, and Mando’s usually tense body practically liquefies into the seat under your grasp.

“Has anyone ever done this for you?” You ask seriously, making your way now down to his tight forearm.

“No,” Din says after a moment, groaning when you hit a particularly sensitive knot, “Never-gah-had anyone offer.”

“Never? Their loss,” you say, pulling his arm up towards you to stretch it out straight. He lets you guide him easily. “Does your hand hurt as well?”

Mando nods, and without prompting you kneel down beside him to get at a better angle and begin tentatively undoing the strap of his glove. Your fingers stall around his wrist as your eyes meet the visor, wordlessly asking for his permission for what you’re about to do, and he nods again. It hitches in your throat slightly, but you take a deep breath regardless to prepare yourself to cross this next line.

Tugging at the clay colored tips, you begin to gently pull the glove from his hand. The skin revealed beneath the leather is the same tan as the skin on the back of his neck, solidifying your theory that this is a natural occurrence. The knuckles are slightly dry, with small scars resting in between some of the rough peaks of bone and dark hairs dusting the fleshy terrain. The glove falls to his lap as you remove it completely, examining each finger carefully before flipping his hand entirely so you can examine his palm. All the usual lines and finger prints are there, and there’s an old burn scar just below his thumb where his wrist and palm meet. It looks like the initial wound had been a nasty one. You run your own thumb over it and look at the helmet again.

“How did you get this?” You ask.

“Don’t remember. Have so many that I lose track,” he replies.

“You have nice hands,” you say casually, not surprised when he says nothing in return. Instead you make yourself focus on the work, pressing into the palm and making your way up each finger with equal attention to each digit. His thumb pops when you unintentionally pull on it just the right way, and his entire body jerks forward a little.

This goes on for another few moments, until your own hand begins to cramp up on you. You pull it back suddenly, cracking your middle finger with a low hiss before yanking on your own thumb and spinning your wrist a few times.

“You okay?” Mando asks, sitting up slightly to look at you.

“Yeah just my hand cramping. I may need to call it quits,” you say, beginning to pull away before he stops you. For a moment his bare hand is just holding yours, and your mouth begins to severely dry up.

“Wait, let me. This hand?” Mando says, and you simply nod, dumbstruck. He quickly pulls the glove off of his other hand, and begins kneading both of his bare thumbs into your palm. “So soft,” he murmurs to himself, though you can hear him clear as day. Neither of you address it.

“Good grief,” you mutter as he hits the sore spot below your thumb, holding back a moan.

The Mandalorian mimics the same way you had massaged his hand, working his way slowly up each one of your slender fingers until he reaches the painted nails. It’s over in a matter of minutes and you eventually pull your hand back to shake it a few times, wiggling your fingers. When the audacity of what just happened occurs to you, you cannot help but blush. You’re still kneeling down beside Mando, looking up at the helmet bashfully.

“Thank you,” you say, casting your eyes back down to his unconfined hands.

Din doesn’t even consider the next thing he does. Involuntarily, his right hand reaches out to run over your hair, moving some of it out of your face. “Likewise, ner burc’ya.” he says lowly.

Puzzled by hearing him speak what is obviously another language, you look to him for an explanation. “What does that mean?”

“It’s Mando’a for ‘my friend’,” he says in a tone that brings heat to your cheeks.

Then he pulls away to begin replacing the gloves over his hands. You’re disheartened slightly both that he’s no longer touching you and to see his mesmerizing skin disappear once more. You cannot help the sudden longing you feel to see more of it, and in very particular places.

“How’s your shoulder?” You ask, standing to grab the suddenly tired looking kid and bring him over to the Mandalorian, knowing full well how much Mando likes to hold the kid as he falls asleep. This has never been discussed between you, but you know it to be true.

“Better, still not great,” Din says honestly, reaching for the increasingly sleepy toddler.

“I think you should sleep in the cot tonight,” you insist again, “and I’m not really willing to take no for an answer.”

Din looks up to where you stand beside him, fixing him with a pointed look. He knows it’s probably not worth arguing, and he does miss being able to lay out properly. “What about you?”

You wave him off, “I’ll make due, isn’t that what you said to me? You deserve a good night of sleep too, Mando. Especially if there’s another quarry only two days away.”

Din decides that you have a point, and nods, “Fine. Just for a few hours.”

Your eyes roll unceremoniously, “For fuck’s sake, sleep for as long as you need to.”

*****

As Din climbs into the cot later that night, the smell of you is completely overwhelming. Even with his helmet on, your natural aroma is so distinct. Some of your things are strewn about inside, as you’ve clearly made yourself at home over the past several weeks. There’s the small bottle of that strange black liquid you like to decorate your nails with, as well as a dark purple garment you wear almost daily. You’ve told him it’s called a “hoodie”. Though you’ve managed to make it seem more comfortable with the addition of a pillow and blanket, everyone on the ship is aware that a real bed would be far more preferable.

The kid would usually already be asleep in the hammock above Din’s head by now, but you’d suggested letting him sleep in the pram for the night so that Din could get some sleep of his own without interruption. So once the door slides shut behind him, he’s completely alone. Din normally just sleeps with the helmet on for fear of not wanting to be woken up off guard without it, but something makes him slide the thing off of his head and place it in the storage net hanging on the back wall next to your backpack, soon followed by his gloves. He’s without his boots already and still without the beskar on his torso, all more suggestions of yours. You’d sternly told him you expected him to get as comfortable as possible, and so Din complies with this demand.

Your scent is one of the most wonderful things Din has ever experienced. Without the helmet on, his sense of smell is assaulted by you. He can’t help himself as he lifts the black blanket up to his uncovered face, inhaling as much of you as he possibly can. When his head hits the pillow he also can’t help but to nuzzle his nose into the soft fabric, breathing in your essence as if it is the very oxygen his body needs in order to live.

Din falls asleep clutching your purple hoodie to his chest, while thinking about how soft your hand felt in comparison to his.

When he wakes several hours later, Din takes one last instant to enjoy the aroma around him without the barrier of beskar. His dark eyes slip closed while he savors the moment, before replacing the helmet to its rightful perch on his head and making his way out of the cot to find you and the kid. His boots are waiting for him just outside, so he slips those on as he looks around. There’s no sign of either of you anywhere on the first floor of the ship, not even the cat.

Din climbs up to the second floor to look for you, the cockpit door sliding open with the usual swishing sound. The overhead lights have been dimmed to nothing, so the only real light is coming from the various illuminated buttons up front. At first he walks in far enough only to notice that the empty pram is in the kid’s usual seat, and his beskar is still where he’d left it in yours. He stops right in his tracks once he gets far enough inside to actually see you, his chest swelling almost painfully at the sight before his eyes.

You’re curled up in the pilot’s seat at an angle that has got to be doing horrendous things to your back, one leg tucked underneath your ass while the other is propped up on an area of the control panel without any actual controls. The kid is sleeping soundly on your chest, his ears turned down in a relaxed position with his head turned to face towards Din’s direction. A green fist is curled up tightly in your shirt, while the kid’s little mouth hangs open and the tiniest bit of drool escapes out the side and onto the fabric.

Also sleeping soundly, you’ve got your head of wild hair leaning back into the seat’s headrest as your own mouth hangs open a little. One arm is draped protectively around the kid, and the other dangles uselessly off the side of the armrest. Din’s cloak is draped around the two of you as a makeshift blanket, and the cat is curled up into a ball of fluff on your lap, just below the kid. One of Jupiter’s tawny eyes opens to look skeptically up at him, before she closes it again and readjusts her sleeping position.

The image of this, the emotions it stirs within him, leaves Din’s head nearly ringing from the intensity of it. This quiet moment of serene hyperspace dancing in the background of his ship, of his home. You, easily most beautiful woman he’s ever met, holding his sleeping child to your breast. His cloak draped around the two of you, almost symbolic of what this little group is slowly beginning to mean to him.

A whisper of a thought begins to prick at the back of his mind then. A dangerous, self destructive thought which can only lead Din Djarin down a path of heartache should he let things get out of hand.

Once he hears his own voice murmur the words inside his head, he realizes that things were already well out of hand when it had only been him and the kid. Now, with the addition of you in the equation, it’s actually becoming quite the complicated situation. Din is now in a very treacherous new land, the thought echoing once more through his mind before he pushes it as far away as he can.

Don’t want them to leave...

*****

Next Chapter

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

157 notes · View notes

gemini-sensei · 1 year ago

Text

A Big Help | Boss!Eli x Nanny!Reader Pt. 2

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ Widowed!Dad!Eli ○ Part One

Series Masterlist

After everything was set up for Readerz the following weeks were an adjustment period. Her bedroom was upstairs, just down the hall from the kids if they needed her, and she was allowed to bring most everything from her little apartment down town. Eli had set up a computer for her to do business from, though it was nothing too fancy, which she didn't mind; it got the job done. She was sleeping on lush sheets with the softest pillows she'd ever put her head on. She felt like a princess.

The morning cries of little Junie reminded her that she wasn't, though, but that was hardly a bad thing.

She loved Junie as soon as she met the happy baby. Luckily, Junie loved her as well. She clung to Reader the first time she held her and was hard pressed to let go of her warmth.

When Junie wakes up before everyone else, they all know it. She hated to be alone, so she'd start crying as soon as that realization hit. It woke everyone up, but Reader jumped out of the bed and hurried down to check on her. The first few mornings when that happened, Eli was still in the habit of going to her nursery to soothe her, so when he walked in to see Reader rocking his baby girl in nothing but a thin robe and a baby doll night dress, he was a little flustered. She wasn't yet used to living with others, especially small children, so her night wear was a little out of tune with the rest of them.

Not that Eli could complain much, as he was now in the presence of a lovely woman and he walked in most morning in nothing but his pajama pants. His abs on full display as his bedhead took a backseat in Reader's eyes.

They had to learn how to live with each other. Reader had to get used to his early schedule as well as the children's. She would often run into Eli while trying to get the children ready for school. He tried his best to keep out ofnher way as she helped the twins get dressed and he fretted about looking for his keys - because the kids just loved to play with them and leave them places.

By the time they're all heading out the door, Eli would say goodbye to Junie while Phoenix and Mia were bouncing about ready to go to school. He'd drive them now that he knew his youngest was in capable hands, then he'd head off to work.

In the meantime, Reader would have play time with Junie, sing songs to her, and go over some statements from her little store. She'd make business calls while Junie napped in her arms and do some tidying up after the twins. There was so much to do, so much to have ready. The house was so big, she was scared she might get lost.

The only thing she didn't have to worry about was cooking or laundry or major cleaning. Eli had a long time butler to do all of that, though he usually stayed out of the way in the mornings and resided in the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. By the time everyone else left, he came out to do his other chores. He and Reader were friendly and so long as she minded Junie, he didn't really have much to worry about. Now and again, she liked to help him, putting away the children's clean clothes and picking up their toys.

Eli went to the office two days out of the week, which wasn't a lot but it was enough. He did most of his work from home, stuck in that routine since he'd started it a year earlier. Most of his time was spent on the computer, reading emails and such. Sometimes he was on the phone, other times he was on video meetings. It was long and hard work, though it sometimes didn't look like it. So when he took breaks, he liked to get out of his office tostretch his legs and use the time to see Junie.

One afternoon, he got up and walked into the livingroom to see Reader sitting on the floor with Junie on her lap, singing a song as Junie threw her hands around in a little dance. He sat with them and asked to join, at which point Junie stood and shook and laughed and played, only to fall back onto Reader's lap in a fit of giggles.

Reader smiled and laughed, tickling Junie. The little girl squealed, then Reader looked up and said, "I don't see why not."

So they sat and sand songs that the baby girl danced to. She tried to follow along but her words were mostly gibberish and a few exclamations.

When she was decidedly done with dancing, she stood up and walked over to her daddy to plop herself down on his lap. She cuddled up to him with a big yawn and he started to feel bad. He had to get back to work.

"I don't want to move, but I have a work call in ten minutes," he said, sighing heavily.

Reader jumped up. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'll bring it to you. Just tell me what you need."

He was hesitant at first, but the snoozing baby in his arms was very convincing. Reader's can-do attitude helped a lot too. "My phone, laptop, and the blue binder on my desk."

She scurried away and came back with everything he asked for. She set up everything on the coffee table and put some pillows behind him so he was comfortable with the baby. While he had Junie, Reader got to take a break. She fell asleep on the couch behind him while he was on the phone.

When it was over, he set his phone down and went to talk to Reader, but she was fast asleep. He smiled as he saw her, then turned to his laptop to read some emails and reports. It was nice for him.

By the time everyone was settled into the new routine, things were a lot smoother. Before they knew it, it was Junie's 2nd birthday and they were celebrating the girl with a big party. It was there that Reader met a lot of Eli's friends, as they were most of the people invited to begin with. Their children ran around the house and played happily while Junie giggled at all the attention she got from everyone. It was rather sweet.

Reader got along with Moon and Sam very well as they all watched over the children playing in the yard. It was chaotic, joyful yelling that they were sure if they took their eyes off ofbthe kids for a second, someone would get hurt. Nevertheless, the women got to know each other and laughed together. Moon and Sam were so interested in Reader, they asked her a multitude of questions, eventually coming to the conversation around how she liked working for Eli.

"It's nice. It's not very hard, I suppose, and I don't have to pay for housing," she said, laughing softly. She looked over to Phoenix and Mia as they laughed loudly, running in circles with the Diaz children. "It's fairly rewarding as well."

"Raising kids usually is," Sam told her, only to realize what she said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that."

"It's okay, I understand," Reader told her, smiling softly. The Moskowitz babies weren't her kids, so what right did she have to say such a thing anyway. "I meant it more as, I guess a teacher sort of way. One that stays at home."

They laughed about it, but Sam still felt bad. Luckily, Eli came out with the birthday girl on his hip, announcing it was time for cake.

So everyone rallied inside to watch Junie attempt to blow out the candles on her own personal little cake. She blew more spit than air and nothing happened to the candles, so when she tried again, Eli secretly blew them out and cheered for her. She laughed and Eli quickly got rid of the candles before she threw her tiny hands into the cake.

Reader helped serve slices from the second cake, the one Eli knew they'd need because he insisted Junie have her own. It was a pretty themed cake for her favorite show at the time (Bluey because everyone loves that lol). He didn't flake out on the guest cake, though, making sure everyone got a piece of rich sweetness.

Once everyone settled with cake and ice cream and whatever else was around, Reader sat with her own little plate, smiling as she watched everyone's happy smiles. Eli sat beside her, enjoying the festivities as well, before he turned to her.

"Thank you, this wouldn't have been possible without you," he said.

She smiled graciously. "You don't have to thank me. This was fun to help plan out."

"I don't just mean the party. I mean everything else. Working for me, especially. You've been a big help," he told her. He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "I don't usually ask for help. It's something that's always been hard for me to do, so this really means a lot to me. So thank you."

It felt like there was more he wanted to say, but Reader didn't push for it. She just nodded and smiled, believing a kids party wasn't the time or place for further deep thoughts.

"You're welcome, Mr. Moskowitz."

"Oh, please. Call me Eli."

58 notes · View notes

fiskesprett · 6 months ago

Text

yea i'm so back this time with maruyama reina, a tryhard no-good daughter of disgraced ex-terrascape software engineer, dr maruyama akemi! if you've ever known of a prissy nerd with like 2 friends and a lot of shit to talk then you definitely know her! as usual, i've got a lot more info under the cut but in the meantime, please hit that LIKE button to plot with reina! thank u luv u mwah! 💖

capricorn sun / aquarius moon / taurus rising

reina's basically only had one parent her whole life: her mother. dad was never really in her life. they had a falling out when reina was really young and have been separated since, and their divorce was finalised when reina was ~7yo. mom got full custody!

because reina's only parent was only really her mom, reina really looked up to and idolised her! akemi was a phd graduate in computer science and a weapon in her field. she was fast tracked into everything and landed her role in terrascape at a relatively early age. her dad cited her mom's workaholic tendencies as a reason for their divorce which... he's not wrong except he tried to use that to justify his cheating so

point being, reina idolised her mom but her mom was never really around either : / reina was mostly left to her own devices as a kid. like of course she had a nanny to take care of her, but a young reina definitely felt a certain type of way about the whole situation that she wasn't really able to process at that age

anyway! this meant that growing up reina was just really conflicted about a lot! on one hand she idolised her mom and tried her best to be exactly like her, which meant giving up going out with friends to study, always trying to get the best grades, and generally being a high achiever! long term goal was that she wanted to follow in her mom's exact footsteps and eventually get an internship at the company her mom's working in ( the one and only terrascape ) as a software engineer, just like mom!

the other hand comes into play when she's ~19. basically, she's been noticing her mom spending a lot more time at home in her study, and one day she found out that her mom was laid off. to her it was like her whole world was crumbling down because she couldn't believe that her mom, of all people, would be let go

that is, of course, until she finds out that her mom was one of the handful of terrascape scientists that basically spoke out against the zero glitch policy and tried to get people to speak out against terrascape so they would actually do something

...yeah, so basically what reina ( and a lot of other people i'm sure ) gathered from this is that her mom is a gifted scientist who went a little mad : > of course, reina gets really weirded out by her mom and starts to think all this time her mom neglected her wasn't because she was out there trying to make the world a better place, but because she's bought into some wild delusion and is genuinely embarrassing

there's talks of how her mom and a group of scientists went a little crazy and reina's brought into it so her resentment for her mom which was once kind of in her subconscious starts to really surface

but never mind all that! reina's in too deep now and sunk cost fallacy is a real thing, so she's told herself that she's just going to pretend her crazy mom doesn't exist and keep working hard to get that internship and be the akemi that they wish they had!

...except reina shares her last name with her mother ( who shares her last name with reina's worthless father ) so even though she surpasses all their requirements for a fast track internship as terrascape's software engineer, they refuse to let her in

so yeah... she has nowhere else to go so she applied for any company and finally got in at re:skin! reina absolutely hates her life there because she frankly doesn't care much for aesthetics, but it's the only place that'll have her so who's a beggar to choose?

personality-wise: reina is honestly very earth sign heavy ( i swear she has a virgo placement somewhere too so really the rock trifecta ), so you can expect her to be very practical, leave your emotions at the door kind of person. reina can also be quite judgemental and resistant to making new friends, but when she does make a friend, she truly does not let that person go! that said, her care and concern for the people she actually vibes with can be hard to spot sometimes!

ugh yea so i haven't learnt to be concise but anyway! here's some plot ideas! i really hope they're helpful but i'm also incoherent most of the time so🧍‍♀️

because i'm uncreative i'm back once again with childhood plots 🤲 someone her nanny's let her have playdates with, or maybe her nanny happens to be your muse's older sister / cousin so the both of you end up being really close and you're possibly one of her besties?

not sure if anyone's watched sweet and sour but i would love! a plot concerning two interns at re:skin who are kind of battling it out trying to impress the superiors and are later forced to work together! i think it'd be cool to explore workplace drama and having them step on each others' toes!

on that note, anyone working at re:skin, please adopt her! this is also kind of... bad to say but reina being reina thinks that re:skin is just a place for bimbos so i'd love to see you prove her wrong ( or right )! maybe she ends up accepting her role here and actually learns to enjoy it?

i genuinely have no idea how reina acts in front of celebrities, but it would be cool for her to maybe interact with her favourite singer! if i had to think of songs she'd like, i'd imagine it'd be more alt stuff, but i'm def down to discuss! not sure how they'd meet either but i'm just putting the feelers out!

on that note imagine if reina kind of wrote your muse off when you guys were younger because reina was always that smart high-achiever and now your muse is rich and famous and she's in a job that she fucking hates? like it would genuinely be sweet revenge though i don't know how relevant reina would be to your muse at that point 🤷‍♀️

reina just graduated from her computer science undergrad! she skipped a grade in high school so she started her degree @ yonsei university between 18-20! it'd be cool to have some uni friends in her life! imagine your muse got into terrascape and she didn't get in when everyone thought she'd be the first pick given her grades and extracurriculars too! might be fun to explore!

reina currently lives in the megabuildings so i'd love for some neighbours! could be friendly or otherwise, i'm down for anything!

#ts:intro #ERROR 404: USER_NOT_FOUND #C:\ REINA \ CHARACTER STUDY.ZIP #ok finally now time for plotting

14 notes · View notes

ingravinoveritas · 2 years ago

Note

Oh my goodness...David is aging like a really FINE wine. I will pray for Michael.

I love that everyone has had such a strong response to the newest picture of David...but Anon #1, your message made me cackle and is by far the best thing I’ve read all day. Hahah. Well, since we’re here to discuss, let’s get the picture up again:

To your question, Anon #2, I do indeed think David may be wearing eyeliner. It’s not applied thickly (the way it was when he played Peter Vincent in the remake of Fright Night), but just enough to be noticeable, which I like. I am also enjoying that it isn’t drawn to the corners of his eyes, therefore keeping them more open and making them look even bigger and browner than they already are.

I have thought for some time that David likes to look pretty, which may include wearing eyeliner/eye makeup and perhaps a touch of lipstick. (I remember reading that it was David who picked out the purple lipstick for Nanny Ashtoreth in GO 1, so that is the other reason I have a feeling he enjoys occasionally experimenting with makeup.)

But yes, he is certainly aging quite magnificently as the world’s oldest twink. What’s amazing to me is that as hot as David looks in a suit or formal wear, he looks just as (if not more) incredibly attractive in a simple white T-shirt. It goes to show that there really is something about the way clothes hang on him and that it’s him who makes the clothes look good, rather than the other way around.

Anon #1, I am assuming you mean you are praying for Michael’s self-control, and I am right there with you. I have a strong feeling that he and David are FaceTiming or at least talking daily while Michael is in Australia, and every time they do, Michael looks at him like this:

Adoration mixed with more than a hint of barely-concealed lust. Oh, yes.

Michael managed to show the flimsiest amount of restraint toward David on the GO 1 press tour (the loving looks, the mouth staring, the lip licking), so I can only imagine what we are in store for on the GO 2 press tour. I’m sure Michael will have plenty of opportunities to get his hands on David before then, though, probably just as soon as he returns from Down Under in January.

In the meantime, though...yes. Let us pray for Michael, who is now several thousand miles away from his gorgeous Scottish boyfriend best friend lover (I can’t quite keep track anymore) and undoubtedly missing him something fierce. Would that we could all be there for the reunion, but in the meantime, at least we have David’s lovely, ageless beauty to enjoy...

#anonymous #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #i love my anons #and that the first thing so many of us think of when we see a hot pic of David is Michael #also the 'let us pray' is giving me Hot Priest Harry Watling flashbacks #still need to finish my Inside Man review too #anyway i digress #tell me again that they're not a couple #the energy between them just crackles #you love to see it #the androgynous beauty of David Tennant #ineffable lovers #discourse

30 notes · View notes

jxichxturvedi · 1 year ago

Text

Jai Chaturvedi|Human|35 Years Old|Police Officer

Jai grew up in St Albans, just on the outskirts of London,England. He is the eldest of four and the only son to Dr Dev and Dr Priya Chaturvedi. His father, a therapist running his own clinic in Greater London and his mother, the head of gynaecology at The Royal London Hospital, were well respected in their fields which meant they were able to provide their children with a comfortable upbringing. Although their jobs kept them very busy they did what they could to ensure their kids were looked after and even had a live in nanny to provide care for the kids when they were busy at work. Ms Cunningham was family to the Chaturvedi’s. Jai and his sisters felt like they had the luxury of three parents whilst growing up. His parents instilled a hard working ethos into their kids, encouraging education and the exploration of learning, in the pursuit of careers that aided and helped make a positive contribution to society. They were not strict on what their kids wanted to be only that it bettered them and the community in someway. Ms C on the other hand encouraged the kids to have fun and to better themselves through their interests and passions, inspiring them to join clubs and learn new skills outside the classroom.

Him and his sisters all had various interest and hobbies which meant the house was always chaotic and there was always some event or show to attend. His parents rarely attended any due to their conflicting work schedules but Ms C was at every single performance and event, cheering them on. Jai’s interests were varied and some a little questionable to his parents, who didn’t see how joining the comic book club or a fantasy game league would really help there son but they allowed it since he always did well in school and they figured he would loose interest eventually. Despite his parents reservations, it was actually his love of comic books that inspired the career he wanted to pursue. Reading the likes of Spider-Man, Captain America, Superman and Batman, Jai grew up wanting to be a superhero. Of course he knew superheroes didn’t exist in the real world the same way they did in the comic books but he knew that all superheroes wanted to protect and fight for justice and despite flaws they may have had they ultimately tried to do good.

He had considered joining the army but didn't have the discipline required to join and part of him did not like the idea of war and the unnecessary deaths that it caused. Jai knew there was a better way to achieve what he wanted, to be able to do good and right without leaving chaos in his wake. It was when he attended a jobs fair at collage that the answer came to him, when he found the local police at a stall, everything just clicked into place. Jai’s parents were a little unsure of their sons choice of career, especially since he wouldn’t be going to university but Jai’s passion convinced them it was the right move. After all Jai would still be contributing to society and he proved he didn’t need a degree to do that. Jai finished up collage and applied for the police, he didn’t get in the first time he applied due to the sheer volume of applicants but Jai kept trying.

Jai got a job in the meantime, working as a support worker caring for those with mental health and learning disabilities. The job appealed to him not only cause he could sill help but he hopped the experience would help when he got into the police. Jai ended up being a support worker for six months before he got into the police and he was grateful for the experience but excited to start his career. He took too to like a duck to water and worked hard at training and once he passed his training he settled into his role of working for the Metropolitan police.

Jai loved his life in London. He was still close with his family, despite all of them having demanding jobs they tried to get together at least once a month for a family night, Ms C included. He enjoyed his job, he still hung out with some of the same friends he had in collage, made new ones in the force and was somewhat successful with relationships. But something was missing, Jai felt like he could do more. His boss always told him that that was a sign he was a good officer as he always wanted to do more, do good.It wasn’t until many years later that Jai found an opportunity to be that good. When the world found out about supernatural, it changed, there was chaos, anger and support coming from all different directions.Jai was a supporter his love for the superhuman easily extended to the supernatural and he wanted to do everything he could to aid in the transition. His family thought he was crazy when he said he was going to move to America to help but they also could tell they weren’t going to stop him. Just like that Jai found himself packing up and moving. He knew it wouldn’t be as simple as moving and getting right into the action, he knew he had to go through immigration and additional training just to successfully transfer to be an officer in the states but Jai was ready for the challenge. Before he knew it he would be starting his life again, in Saintes.

Do good to others and every man can be a Superman.

#about

1 note · View note

steele-soulmate · 1 year ago

Text

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 396, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)

WORDS: 1135

I smiled as I leaned into Peter, the girls lost in playing their music, Elizabeth on her Celtic harp and Katie on the grand piano. As per Elizabeth’s request, I was recording their performance on her cell phone, amazed at the girls’ musical talent as they finished the song to thunderous applause from the cast of Wednesday Addams: A Dark New Spooktacular Broadway Musical.

“That was magnificent!” Ken Anderson cheered. “I’m going to have you two do that medley for the cast album! You two of geniuses!”

“Lizz Lizz composed the entire medley all by herself!” Katie announced joyfully, sticking one of her pigtails into her mouth to chew on the ends, a tick of hers that she picked up on shortly after the terrorist attack on the Type O Negative concert.

“Still, you girls are so talented!” Ken Anderson beamed before excusing himself to take a phone call. “Hi mom!”

“Peter, how’s Isabelle doing?” I asked him as we all took a break for breakfast a few minutes later.

He pulled out his cell phone and pulled up the app that showed live feeds throughout the house. We saw Isabella taking a load of whites out of the dryer and dumping the clean laundry into a basket before pulling out the darks from the washing machine and doing a quick rotation. She went back into the kitchen, where we saw a plate with a sandwich and a bottle of Coke out on the kitchen counter, which was apparently her lunch. Peter closed out of the feed as she pulled out a t-shirt and shook it.

“You thinking of employing her as a live in nanny to the kids?” he asked me as I filled his sectioned off plate, piling on food for him and being certain not to allow any touching whatsoever, knowing that Peter wouldn’t touch his food if there was any touching.

“I think it would be a fantastic opportunity,” I shrugged, dumping a spoonful of hashbrowns. “It will allow your leg more time to heal instead of having you drive everywhere every day. But we will need to discuss it with Isabelle once we get back home again.”

“Do you think we should make up a contract in the meantime?” Peter fretted, taking his plate from my hand and patting his lap, offering me a place to sit and eat. “For protection, I mean. I’m hesitant about letting someone we don’t know have access to the kids, given your past history.”

“I agree completely Peter,” I hummed around a bite of eggs. “Well, how about room and board? She could stay with us in exchange for dropping off and picking the girls up from school, helping them with their homework and stuff like that.”

“According to Google, average pay for live in nannies in the state of New York is northwards of eight hundred dollars,” Peter fretted as he looked at his cell phone. “Do you think we should pay her that much or knock it down some as how she’ll be living with us? And also, should we take into consideration child labor laws for Elizabeth and Katie for being in the Wednesday Addams musical?”

“Fret not, papa- I got that all covered!” Ken Anderson announced, stepping back into the rehearsal hall, tucking his cell phone back into his pocket. “Child labor laws in the state of New York is consecutive to six hours in total, including a thirty minute lunch. So yes, I am very much aware of how much time the Ratajczyk sisters spend in rehearsal with the cast!”

“And we should also do a background check,” Peter added in.

“I can ask Adam for help on that part,” I told him with a smile, twisting around to press a sweet kiss to the underside of his furry jaw. “He may be asking us to take the girls for a week, as how his’s and Anna’s wedding anniversary is coming up pretty soon.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, setting his plate down and wrapping his hands around my waist. “One hundred and forty two days until we can try for Ratajczyk baby number two.”

“You getting excited now, my love?” I giggled as Katie made her way up to us with little girl in her arms.

“I asked Lizz Lizz to show me how to change the babies’ diapers but she told me to ask you first,” she announced, pressing her nose into the happily babbling two year old’s cornrow braids. “Please?”

“I don’t have a problem with it,” I told Peter before he gave his daughter his blessing for Elizabeth to teach her how to change the babies’ diapers. “They will be wonderful siblings to Ratajczyk baby number two.”

“Yes they will be.” He pressed a whiskery kiss to the underside of my jaw, making me elicit a girlish giggle at how sappy and loving the Ratajczyk patriarch was being towards me.

CLICK

The two of us withdrew from our little moment and turned to look at Ken Anderson, who had apparently snapped a picture of our nonsexual intimacy with each other.

“For the Instagram page,” he explained sheepishly, showing us the snapshot that he had just taken.

“Nice,” Peter chuckled, whining when I stood up from my perch in his lap to toss away our spent plates. “Sweetheart…”

I turned around and huffed at him making grabby hands towards me. I went back over to him and was immediately tugged back into his lap again with a little growl.

“You are my woman,” he snarled as the rehearsals started up once more. “Mine! I don’t like sharing what’s rightfully mine!”

I squeaked as my panties started flooding and I knew that my sexy silver daddy was going to fucking rail me when we had a moment to ourselves.

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

If you liked this, then please consider buying me a coffee HERE It only costs $3!!!

PETER STEELE TAGLIST

@starchild0985

#Real person fiction (RPF)#Tattooed Wings #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type O Negative #Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl #Special needs baby #Aria Bradley #Evie Bradley #Deaf #American Sign Language (ASL)#Elizabeth Ratajczyk #Alopecia #Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy #Autism #Katie Ratajczyk #Down's Syndrome #Matching tattoos soulmate AU

0 notes

mamabearwonders · 1 year ago

Text

Stuck in the Toxic Work Cycle ☣️

I shouldn't have quit my toxic job. I'm not even supposed to be alive right now so I'm just winging it. Most of my friends gained their angel wings👼early so I live for the moment not the future.

In the moment, it was refreshing and freeing. That job was the breaking point because of all my toxic work history, I was just ready to get out. But now I'm stuck with bills I can't pay and an apartment I can't enjoy because I'm up at my family's trying to figure it out.

My mom is just gloating about this. She never wanted me to move out of their place years ago. My parents and I have a very wacky toxic history. She's been wanting me to give up my apartment since day one and she doesn't know how it's that hard to get a job when most people my age in our family are not riddled with trauma and mental health issues which she doesn't believe even though she gave me a lot of it and they have connections and references and suburbs living where it's easier to get a job here.

I'm just so tired of it. I just want to work a nice 15, 20 hour a week job and not have work at consume my entire weekend or more than half my week and just enjoy my life. I just want to study paycheck and have my Poshmark closet business on the side and chill.

I've tried to look down other avenues. Small businesses here aren't hiring. I tried to get hired at a vintage shop down the street even went in person with a cover letter and a resume. Vintage is my passion and they didn't want me. Called 19 other vintage shops, not hiring. Tried other small businesses, not hiring.

All these fast food and retail jobs have toxic management. But I tried it anyway. Applied to every single job in the mall that's an hour away from me. Last interview I went to they were bored and uninterested.

Maybe for every 50 jobs, I get one interview and half the time it's like you have to work on call 7 days a week for a part-time job. I'm not even trying to be pessimistic about it it's just the reality around here.

I've tried to do the nanny and babysitting route since January. I've applied to so many like every single night and I can't get, but one job and they didn't review me.

It was a good job the last one I had. It's just that the management was awful and there's one manager that had it out for me and other people that works there I didn't feel comfortable working there, but I guess now I am stuck trying to find another job that's going to have the exact same management.

I don't know what to do because my parents keep talking to me about bills and they did help me in previous months, but they never wanted me to keep the apartment and now they're determined to get me kicked out of my apartment. I don't even have half the money right now and I'm not sure what to do. I can't get unemployment or disability. I've applied for like literally hundreds of jobs and it's always the same jobs posting that I've applied to.

They keep saying it's my resume. It's not because like half of these jobs say that they're hiring and they're not and I'm frustrated because like people my family probably think that I'm just like someone that can't hold a job, but it's like I don't come from the same lives that you all do. Where everything is handed to you.

I'm so sick and tired of this. I was hoping to land some babysitting jobs to pay half my rent and then have my Poshmark closet pay for the rest of it, but it's already almost halfway through July and I can't land one babysitting job.

I have one awesome opportunity in October coming up at the beginning. It's a nanny job and I'm really excited about it, I wrote her a very thorough letter. But I don't even have the energy to reply to her I was supposed to probably set up a call with her on Friday and it's Monday night and I don't know. I have to figure out something in the meantime so I don't know what to say to her yet.

And then if I get a fast food or retail job I would only be there for like a month before going to that job and usually it takes a month to get the first paycheck so it's like I would be getting my first paycheck and then I would be leaving.

I guess for now I have to go back to a job that's going to destroy my physical and mental health, what's left of it even further so that's great.

Also I'm sick so there's that.

0 notes

way-too-fine · 1 year ago

Photo

synopsis: if cousin tiffany has a million fans, then i'm one of them. if cousin tiffany has one fan, then that's me. if cousin tiffany has no fans, then i'm dead. 7/10

water you doing? let's get plumbing!

perhaps it's an unpopular opinion, but i kind of like family plumbing. while i recognize the inherent ickiness with the sexualization of two minor characters, there is a coherency and impact to the episode that i find satisfying.

but even though "the 90s were a different time" doesn't excuse the modern day weirdness in an on screen kiss between actual children, this is still the she-accidentally-sees-him-naked episode that we get! and it's a flushin' good time!

what i like most about this episode is that i find it very fundamentally "the nanny." if one was to describe what kind of show the nanny is, i think they would describe something like this ep: fran tries to solve a problem, max is skeptical that she won't just create a larger problem, fran indeed creates a larger problem, but then teaches everyone a lesson despite her blunders because she's just awesome and made of pure love. sprinkle in a pinch of delicious sexual tension and wrap it all up in a plaid vest and puffy shirt and seal with some fran fine folksiness and you've got a really solid episode template.

that's what family plumbing is to me, another episode that proves the hypothesis that these crazy kids are on to something iconic.

this bottle episode all starts innocently enough with a bad case of plumbing problems. what exactly is the problem is unclear as it seems to only be affecting the showers and sinks in the house and no one seems too worried about flushing toilets or heat.

maybe it's because i just spent five weeks without a hot water heater, but i have a hard time suspending disbelief of these ambiguous "plumbing problems" for the sake of the plot, but i digress.

because, in fact, even though the plumbing is on the fritz, maxwell still goes ahead and invites a gaggle of chorus girls over for a very bizarre and slightly rapacious interview where he is supposedly going to be able to tell if they have broadway level talent just by doing the splits in front of him.

either way -- while maxwell (and gracie) is ogling at a slew of leggy dancers in tight clothes, fran has volunteered to take responsibility for the plumbing by involving her family, naturally, and calling up her cousin irving, an elderly and lethargic plumber who may or may not be up to the task.

part of the episode's humor comes from the world-building of the greater fine-rosenberg family. if you've got a problem, there's a fine for that! or perhaps they will show up, create a larger problem, but teach everyone a greater lesson in the meantime?

and today we are introduced to the lore of several relatives including aunt ida, aunt roselyn, uncle aaron, uncle sidney, and the matchless uncle stanley, who will eventually go on to be played by fran drescher's actual father.

but who cares about those guys because enter cousin tiffany! cousin irving's sidekick-slash-chaperone who bursts onto the scene oozing with that one-of-a-kind fine family panache. she's a fine, alright!

i'm honestly all about tiffany!! arguably more stylish than fran with her perfect hair and sporty-chic look, i also think the lil actress who plays her is adorable. even while she wasn't the most technically proficient child actor i've ever seen, jackie tohn aka cousin tiffany, at the very least absolutely understood the assignment: SEND IT.

the way the kids kept having to cover their mouths to keep from laughing and ruining the scene was quite charming and, i think, saved the kissing bit from being two weird. it's hard not to laugh with them at the absurdity of it all. it's a real shame they didn't make tiffany a recurring character and have her occasionally show up to foil brighton or drive home the bite-sized fine family insanity. such a missed opportunity! and fun fact: jackie tohn does actually reappear in the series, but as a different mini version of fran fine in s4e3 the bird's nest, which is so delightfully yet frustratingly continuous that i wanna cry. tiffany, where are you in the nanny universe? come back!

but for now, tiffany's purpose is to drive home a lesson about double standards, for as maggie and fran fight mister sheffield for the teenager's right to kiss, miss fine stumbles across brighton and tiffany smooching in the shower! uh oh, how will mister sheffield react?

spoiler: he's cool with it. double standards and all. plot's gotta go somewhere and all.

meanwhile, cousin irving is proving himself to be very much part of the family by failing to fix the water problems in a hurry, and as miss fine pingpongs between emergencies, we get the big surprise of the storyline: mister sheffield and his soap on a rope, buck naked in the shower, giving miss fine an intimate peek of the family plumbing!!

even while slightly passé in today's standards, it does hit a prescient comedic beat for the episode, since once we start the will-they-won't-they ball rolling, it never, ever stops. thankfully!

and that's actually tiffany's other purpose: to get that ball a-rolling!

because wrapped up in this cliche gag is a milestone moment for the flow of max and fran's relationship. of course, there is the big, obvious "i saw you naked in the shower" power play that fran can and does use for eternity, but there is also a sudden distillation and a firm possession of thought for fran where upon seeing her boss's smokin' hot bod, she considers the tangible fuckability of him. prompted by young cousin tiffany, of all people.

thank you tiffany, for putting it plain as day while remarking on the sheffield men: "tell me you haven't had the same thoughts about his old man?"

combined with his fine gender and fit-as-fuckness, fran is finally struck with the actual real world tangibilty of it, not the "new york's most eligible widower" tangibility she started the job with, not the "i could see myself marrying for money" part of the fantasy, but the forthcoming "imagine being blind to the fact that you love someone just because they work for you" tangibility. and the "i could go to town on you" tangibility, of course.

as the faucet says to the drain, you turn me on!

it's truly an awkward place for their relationship since we've seen them two weeks ago. it got awfully chummy in the show must go on where we left them on a high note celebrating their mutual success while dressed to the nines, followed by a bunch of moments that would send anyone off kilter -- his fingers in her mouth, the "sweetheart" blunder, and just the insane, ingratiating cuteness of her in general that keeps him forever losing the battle to her whim.

and now she's effervescing her way into the upper hand by seeing his weenie. to quote mister sheffield: how annoying!

but she's adorable, he's hot. and hey! anything can happen between two consenting and caring adults. boys and girls want to kiss each other, after all, and miss fine and mister sheffield are not immune. just take the plunge, max!

laced with cheeky plumbing double entendres and doing the work to undo double standards, the moral of the story ends up being about not judging a book by it's cover, which is basically the thesis for the whole show!

slow cousin irving still gets the job done in the end. young daughter maggie is old enough to kiss. stuck-up mister sheffield has a hot body under his stuffed shirt. and kooky miss fine is always right.

and by the end of the ep, we find the narrative has rolled forward one click: their innocent flirtations have taken on a new bite of intent and the power dynamics continue to tilt in fran's favor no matter how hard max tries to keep the upper hand.

i like how this episode provides both permanent canon and allegory in the series lore. just take it from maxwell sheffield in the penultimate scene:

"welcome to the battle of the sexes, where they sneak up on you when you're most vulnerable, utterly humiliate you, and leave you trembling, exposed and naked."

sounds a little bit like the whirlwind of climbing out of your grief and falling in love with your sexy nanny to me! love leaves us all exposed and naked in the end, my british friend.

i really appreciate when things actually happen in sitcoms and i think the nanny is a good example of characters being affected by the lessons they learn and everyone being willing to grow and change. for the most part, no one is afflicted by amnesia between episodes and forgets that miss fine saw mister sheffield naked in the shower, and for some reason i find that endearing.

oh my dear readers! HERE I AM, DARLINGS -- from beyond the impromtu hiatus!

a lot has happened in the time it took me to complete this episode: my hyperfixation released it's icyhot grip on me, the nanny left hbo max, i questioned my entire existence by hovering one click away from purchasing a dvd player and entire series set, the nanny returned to max, and i found my sanity and way back to the series! honestly, the break has renewed my verve and passion for this silly little show and the magnetism of fran drescher. the wtf magic is back, baby!

therefore, i pledge to you that this project WILL continue, tho likely at an increasingly leisurely pace. and i continue to look forward to each and every upcoming episode and sharing my delight with you all. perhaps with some fun changes and evolutions in the meantime!

through it all, it's been super fun watching my notes continue to grow as new nanny lovers find and share my gifs. thanks, as always, for all the love and see you soon for (the real) episode 15, deep throat!

sewer you later!

<- maggie the model | deep throat ->

(every episode of) THE NANNY – s1e14: family plumbing

#*review #*s1e14 #family plumbing

112 notes · View notes

agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 2 years ago

Text

CHAPTER 16

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 16

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Smut, language, explicit sexual content.

A/N: They finally go out on a date… we will know about Andy’s past and things will get steamy! Wrap it before you tap it!

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 2865

GIF not mine, if its yours, please let me know to give you credit :)

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Saturday, late morning, Annie felt drained. It was around noon when she got up and went to the bathroom, the reflection in the mirror showed her red puffy eyes, and she splashed her face with cold water. She get out of the bathroom colliding with Andy.

“Shit! Sorry honey. You ok?”

“Yeah” Annie rubbed her eyes. “I’m tired.”

“Maybe you should go back to sleep. I know having anxiety attacks take a lot of energy so I think…”

“I didn’t have an anxiety attack” she answered defensively.

“Very well,” Andy didn’t want to argue with her “Whatever you say honey. Can I get a kiss?”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Alright I have to leave now, have to buy some things. I see you in our date.”

“Date?” Annie looked at Andy befuddled. “You still wanna date me?”

“Of course I do!” Andy give her a quick kiss “why wouldn´t I?”

“Because of what happened last night” Andy just stared at her “I’m damage.”

“You’re not damage. He hurt you, but what happened doesn’t define who you are, and certainly doesn’t define why I’m in love with you.” Annie was taken aback about by his confession, “And if you think I’m gonna miss my shot to take you out, you are completely insane.” Andy give her another kiss “I see you later. Be ready by 5.”

Andy left the house and she came back to her room and decided to rest some more to have energy for their date.

Annie heard Andy came back around 4 p.m. and went to his room to take a shower, on the meantime she was in her room choosing what to wear for their first date. She was incredible nervous, she lived with the guy and still her stomach was the nest of a bunch of butterflies that didn’t want to go away, she couldn’t even have lunch. She changed her outfit at least 5 times, going for simple and casual to sexy and everything in between, it didn’t help that Andy wasn’t telling her where they were going; he said anything will be fine, but what if it wasn’t? It was almost 5 when he put the last outfit she had chosen, a red sundress, with short sleeves, it was a little above her knee and she opted to wear a pair of white tennis. She turned to see herself in the mirror, it was simple, comfortable and she felt cute. She was finishing her make up when the doorbell rang a couple of times.

“Andy! Can you get the door, please?!” But the doorbell kept ringing. “Argh! Andy?!” She left her room and went towards Andy’s only to find it empty so she went downstairs. “Coming!”

When she opened the door she found Andy standing there with a bouquet of pink daisies and a wide smile spread on his face at her flabbergasted expression.

“Hi! Ready to go?” Andy was wearing jeans, a white polo shirt, black letter jacket and tennis shoes.

“I… wait, what?”

“I decided to give you the whole dating experience. If I’m missing something please just tell me cuz I haven’t done this in almost four years.” Andy stepped into the house “You look lovely” gave her a kiss on the cheek, “These are for you.” He handed her the bouquet.

“Thank you, how you know they’re my favorite?”

“I asked Sharon last night when you were in the bathroom.”

“Of course you did. You’re cute. I girl can get used to this.”

“Please do.”

“Let me put them in water, grabbed my jacket and we can go.”

“Perfect!” Andy followed her to the kitchen, “You have a great house.”

“hahahaha thanks! It’s my boss’, he’s a lawyer.”

“Sounds impressive. I better not mess up with you then.”

“You better not, he is a menace.”

After Annie grabbed her denim jacket, they both jumped to the car. Andy drove throughout Newton and out of the city.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It wasn’t a long drive, 20 minutes at most. Andy turned in the middle of a dirty road, no houses, no pavement, and he kept driving until the floor was covered with grass and she saw all Newton from above.

“Oh my god! Andy, this place is beautiful. How did you find it?!” Annie stepped out of the vehicle, Andy following behind and walked to get a better view of the town.

“I come here every time I need to think. I don’t believe people in Newton know about this place. Is always desolate.” Andy walked to his car “Can you help me?”

Annie came to assist Andy taking out a fluffy blanket and some cushions while he carried a huge basket. They placed everything on the floor and Andy took out the food and plates for their picnic. He had a bit of everything in that basket, juice, soda, wine, water, salad, fruit, sandwiches, pasta, croissants, strawberry jam and chocolate spread. Annie was amazed at the many options they had to eat.

“I thought to take you to a restaurant, but we went to one last night.”

“You said last night didn’t count.”

“Well, we can still go to the restaurant if you want.” Andy looked a bit disappointed.

“Andy, I´m just joking, this is perfect, thank you.” She kissed him and he smiled. “You put quiet the effort with the food.”

“I bought it, I didn’t want to screw things up, and if I made this at home you would have noticed. So, what can I serve for the lady?”

“I want pasta and salad for now.”

“For now? I love a girl with a great appetite.”

“I didn’t have breakfast or lunch, I’m starving.”

Andy took a sandwich and serve a glass of wine for Annie and he took a beer out for him. They were eating and talking about work and school, they were almost finished and the sun was setting when Andy phone dinged, he opened the text he got and showed Annie his phone. Jake was on screen, a video of him and Luis swimming in a pool.

“He is having a great time.”

“Seems like it. I’m glad he is having fun. Let’s take a picture and send it to him.” Annie took Andy’s phone, putting the selfie camera, “Ready?” Andy place himself behind her, taking her by the waist fully smiling to the camera. They took a couple of pictures, one of them Andy kissing her in the cheek, and another where they were kissing on the lips. They send the first picture to Jake and the rest were send to Annie’s phone.

“We will talk to him when he is back.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hit it.”

“What happened to Jake’s mom?”

“Oh God” Andy sighed and sat up straight.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“What do you think happened?”

“Well, based on the fact that you never mention her, nor Jake; I assumed she died.”

“No, she is pretty much alive. Her name is Laurie and she left me. She left us almost three years ago.” Annie’s attention was full on him so he continued. “I met her when we were studying in New York, and you know things happened, and we got pregnant, so I asked her to marry me and she said yes. After we graduated they offer me a job here, so we moved, Jake was born here, and everything was fine for a while, until it wasn’t.” Annie took Andy’s hand and intertwined her fingers with his, “I worked, and she stayed home with Jake. We weren’t intimate anymore, we started to fight over stupid stuff and on Jake’s first birthday she left.”

“What?” Her voice shook.

“I went to work, and when I came back she wasn’t there, nor her things. Jake was crying in his crib, alone and dirty, with a note next to him, where it said she couldn’t be with me anymore that she didn’t want to be a mother and she wanted a divorce.” Annie sobbed, she couldn’t picture baby Jake all alone in his birthday. “Hey” Andy turned to see her with a single tear rolling on her cheek “I’m sorry honey, I’m making you upset.”

“I can’t believe someone will just leave Jake. He was just a baby, he needed his mom.” She said with a trembling voice.

“Yeah but, apparently she didn’t need our son. I went to look for her and tried to get her back.”

“And what did she do?”

“She went back to New York. She had gotten together with someone, and he offered her things that at the time I didn’t have, money, stability, and her dream job in a gallery. She send me the divorce papers a month later, along with a letter where she said she was resigning to every parent right over Jake.”

“Has Jake ever asked about her?”

“No, not really. I actually think he believes the same thing you did, that she is dead. And is better this way, I don’t have the heart to tell him his mother left because she didn’t want him.” Annie nodded, “You know Jake’s nightmares? I took him to a psychologist once, she asked me a bunch of questions, had Jake to make some drawings and told me it probably had to do with Laurie and her abandonment, but she wasn’t sure. With time the nightmares have subsided, because I manage to convince Jake the monster is not real, and that is not going to hurt him, but you know he still has them once in a while. I hope one day he doesn’t have to go through that.”

“He has to keep going to the psychologist Andy. Is not just a one-time thing. They need a couple of sessions before they can give you a proper diagnosis. I can go with him if you want. I want Jake to have a healthy childhood, and we can make that happen.”

“Why would you do something like that?”

“Cuz I love Jake, he is such a sweet boy and is unfair he is having these nightmares because of what he went through.”

Andy got closer to her and give her a slow passionate kiss that took her breath away.

“I love you.” He said, Annie’s face lighted up “You don’t have to say…”

“I love you too.”

The sun set, and they stayed there laughing, joking and drinking, from the viewpoint they saw the wonderful view of Newton’s lights at night. They were laying on the blanket kissing, the soft breaths and little moans Annie left out were making Andy hard and she could feel him against her tight.

“Andy…” Annie said out of breath.

“I’m sorry,” Andy lifted his body with his arms. “I’ll stop.”

“Take me home.” She said shyly.

“What?”

“Now, please.”

As soon as they walked into the house, they were all over each other. Kissing against the wall, Annie took off Andy’s jacket, her hands going under his shirt while Andy leaned to kiss her neck, his hands touching and grabbing her ass. They broke the kiss.

“We don’t have to do this, honey.”

Andy caressed her cheek and she smiled, took him by the hand and guide him to his room. Andy will be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, he hasn’t been with anyone since Laurie, and didn’t want to push Annie into anything she wasn’t ready for. Once in there, she walked towards the bed, took her shoes off and her dress. Leaving her in just her white cotton panties. She climbed in the bed placing herself in the middle looking at Andy. He took off all his clothes except for his boxer briefs, Annie never missing a movement he did while doing so.

Andy crawled on top kissing her gently, his hand touching the side of her body. His lips going down on her breast taking a nipple in his lips, sucking it softly while he massage the other, his hand went down and touched her through her panties, a moan escaping Annie’s lips.

“Andy, please.” Her hips move against Andy failing at feeling any friction with his body. The pool between her legs growing by the minute.

“Tell me when you want to stop.” Andy hooked his fingers on her panties leaving her bare for him, her glossy pussy in full view for his hungry eyes, the tuff of curly hair on top was inviting. Andy kissed her thighs so close to her pussy but not going there.

“Andy…”

His tongue licked her pussy with a long stripe, Annie’s moans filling the room, her hips moved against Andy’s face and he placed a hand on top of her tummy to make her stay in place. Her hand grabbed Andy’s hair while he kept eating her like he was having the best meal in the world, he grabbed her right leg and put it on his shoulder. His lips took her clit sucking it slowly and inserted one of his fingers in her and started pumping, feeling the tightness of her pussy. He added another finger.

“Fuck! Please, don’t stop.” Annie plead.

Andy’s fingers moved faster, feeling her pussy tighten around his digits, his mouth never leaving her pussy.

“Andy!”

“I know honey, cum for me.”

She came around his fingers, her body shaking at the explosion in her core, her thighs closed around Andy’s head. When the wave of pleasure fade away, her legs opened, making Andy giggled a bit. His hair was a mess, a lustful smile on his face.

“You look so fucking gorgeous right now.” Andy came to her face and kissed her, savoring her own taste on his lips.

“It’s your turn.”

Andy took off his boxers and his hard cock sprung free, it was thicker and a bit longer than Daniel, He sat against the headboard, Annie bating her eyelashes before taking him in her hand. Her tongue gave him a small lick over his head before sucking it. Andy’s moans were deep and manly, sending electricity through her body and hitting right in her core. She took as much as she could in her mouth, making her eyes watery, moving her head up and down, and hollowing her cheeks, she gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.

“FUCK!” Andy cursed, taking a hand full of her hair.

Annie kept bobbing her head, and twisting her hand in the rest of his shaft he couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Honey… fuck!” Andy’s cock twitched in her mouth “Stop, stop, stop!” Annie took his dick out of her mouth.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked timidly.

“No, God no, you have a talented mouth.” She smiled feeling proud “I was just about to cum.”

“I don’t mind.” Annie said leaning towards his cock, but Andy stopped her.

“I rather be inside you.”

Annie approached Andy straddling his lap, the tip of his cock gracing at the entrance. Andy grabbed his dick by the base, while Annie steady herself using his shoulders, sinking in gradually until he was fully in and they moaned. Andy took her by her ass making her go up slightly and going down again, she began to move with Andy’s help, her small breasts bouncing with the movement. She felt full, Andy’s cock hitting all the right places in her pussy, her clit rubbing against his pelvis when she grinded her hips back and for. They hold their hands, Andy feeling her pulsing pussy against his manhood.

“Andy, I’m gonna cum.”

Andy grabbed her by the waist, thrusting hard against her. Annie’s moans grew louder.

“Come on, honey, give it to me.”

“Andy!” she choke out, head falling on his shoulder, her orgasm washing over her, Andy following right after her, spilling his seed in her warm pussy. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Andy’s dick inside her, giving her small kisses in her shoulder.

“I love you” she whispered without looking at him.

“Don’t get all shy on me, look at me.” He nudged his nose on her neck. She turned giving him a tired smile. “Hello there. You good?”

“Yeah, more than good.”

Andy turned with her on top, his dick slipping out of her pussy, making her flinch at the lost. Annie make herself comfortable on the left side of the bed, fatigue washing over her body, her eyes feeling heavy. Andy stood up, went to bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean himself and Annie. When he came back she was peacefully sleeping, he moved her to open her legs, and groaned at the wet sensation against her pussy.

Andy came back to bed, covering her and taking his side of the bed, he took her leg and put it over his hip, his cock was still hard so she pushed inside her, making her moan.

“Shhhhhh, go to sleep.” She complained a little, but kept sleeping none the less. “I love you, honey.” He closed his eyes, tiredness taking over his body, a content smile on his lips.

#andy barber #andybarber #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fic #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #andy x annie #annie johnson #jacob barber #jake barber #Defending Jacob #defendingjacob #the nanny

14 notes · View notes

milkteahood · 3 years ago

Text

stay

Brahms Heelshire x fem!reader

part 1 (part 2, part 3)

summary: broken car in the middle of nowhere followed by an odd job offer. Little did you know that taking the job would lead to an interesting series of events.

“Great, amazing, that’s awesome” you snapped sarcastically as your car broke down. The rain was heavy. Barely seeing the road ahead, you tried to start your car a couple of times.

“Come on, come on, work you pile of— ugh”. Pulling out your phone, you realized is was dead “that’s just—“ you looked around trying to make sense of the things around you “is that?...a house?..maybe they could let me use their phone”.

Making your way to the manor wasn’t easy, considering all rain that was drenching you fuck fuck fuck you thought to yourself English weather must really be something.

A soft knock on the door, then you waited. You knocked again, louder this time. You were about to knock a 3rd time when an old man opened the door.

“Hello?” he asked, confused.

“Hello sir, I am so sorry to bother. My car broke down and my phone has no battery. Would you be alright with me making a call from here?” you asked.

He contemplated for a while, eying you up and down, realizing there is no way you will make it anywhere in this weather, especially without a car.

“Of course, please come inside”

The man showed you to the phone and left to inform his wife and Brahms, at the same time. As the two of them approached later on, the could still hear glimpses of the conversation you were holding.

“What do you mean no? I will pay you”....”I know it’s pouring outside...I need a lift, come on”....”ugh fine” was the last thing you said before slamming the phone back.

“Is everything alright?” the man asked and you jumped, taken aback.

“Yes...I mean no. The guy I called won’t come for me and my car because of the weather”.

They didn’t expect that answer. Brahms was adamant about his "no guests" rule, but they didn’t want you going out in that weather.

“Are you in a hurry?” the woman asked “you could...” she paused “you could stay here until the rain stops”. She knew her decision would anger her son and she would have to deal with him later.

“You are too kind” you said “I suppose I can’t do anything else anyway”. Looking at the clock, you noticed how late it was “missed my interview too” you sighed.

“Interview? For what?” the woman asked making conversation.

“There was a mortician post opened, but since I missed the interview, I suppose they won’t hire me now”.

The Heelshires looked at each other, an idea popped in their heads, but they had to discuss with Brahms first.

In the meantime, they made sure you dried up and were comfortable enough. You didn’t understand why they were so kind to a random stranger, but you were soon to find out. You were left to wait in the living room, a cup of tea being served to you.

After some time the couple came downstairs and joined you, asking you more questions about yourself, making sure Brahms can hear everything. You thought they were just trying to make conversation, and since they allowed you in their house, the least you could do was to be nice, even if some of the questions were slightly strange.

When the topic of being a nanny for their son came up, you were taken aback.

“Since you missed a job, we thought about offering you another” Mrs. Heelshire spoke “you seem lovely and our Brahms will adore you”.

Brahms liked you, he liked you a lot. He voiced that to his parents. He wanted you to be his nanny. And how could they ever say no to their son?

You weren’t so sure about what to say, but when you saw how much you were getting paid, you agreed. After all, you did need a job. Feeling quite eager to met Brahms, you followed the Heelshires to where their son was. You were expecting a child, possibly a spoiled brat, never in a million years did you expect to be introduced to a doll. As much as you tried to contain your laughter, some of it slipped. The couple looked at you weirdly and you soon realized they weren’t joking. You were supposed to take care of a doll.

Well, I was supposed to take care of the dead, so I guess a doll isn’t that much different you thought to yourself.

After you agreed to the job, everything happened so fast. Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire were so eager to leave. They told you their story, so part of you understood their excitement for a vacation, although you could sense something was off about Mrs. Heelshire. She seemed so tense, so scared. As they left and she apologized, you felt a little uneasy. What on earth was she apologizing for?

And there you were, all alone, or so you thought. You looked down at the doll you were holding. No amount of brain gymnastics could make you understand why such an elderly couple would pay so much to have a stranger take care of a doll.

“Well Brahms, I suppose it’s just the two of us now” you told the doll, unaware that the real Brahms was alive and well, listening to your every word.

Yes, just the two of us he thought to himself.

part 2 is out

#brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms x you #brahms the boy #slashers x you #slashers x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x you #brahms

2K notes · View notes

multific · 4 years ago

Text

Solve a Murder

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: You were desperate. You needed help and so, you turned to the one man in London who would be able to help.

“Mr. Holmes, I’m here to hire you to solve a murder.”

“And who’s murder would that be?”

“Mine.”

“Pardon?” asked Dr. Watson.

“It’s my step-sister. I suspect she and her husband want me dead. You see, I inherited my father’s land when she thought she would be the one to get it. And now, just the way she looks at me. She offers me drinks, way too often, I suspect she is trying to poison me. I fear for my life, and lately I haven’t been feeling well. You need to help me. Find evidence that she is plotting my death so I can go to the police.”

The two men looked at each other.

“I knew I shouldn’t have come.” you said as you stood up, they made you feel like you were a fool, but then the Doctor spoke up making you look back at him.

“How long have you been suspecting that she is trying to poison you?”

“About a month. My dad died five months ago, I lost my mum when I was little, so he married another woman who gave him my step sister. My step mum died two years ago, or rather disappeared. Dad left everything to me in his will. And my sister was fuming, saying that she was the one to deserve it. Back that I was so sad, I didn’t even realize she said that. During the four months I was grieving, but then I started to notice things.”

“Things like?”

“Her servants bringing me food and tea, which is a nice gesture but...it’s usually after I already ate. And then I started to get sick a lot more often. I’m not one to fall sick easily. The doctor said it was just a cold, but...I know she did something. The look on her face said it all. She looked happy when I was in bed for a week. I tried asking for help, but everyone thinks I’m paranoid.”

“I believe you.” said Watson as he looked back at Sherlock who only rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s clearly only the mind of a woman, making up scenarios. Why are you really here? You are wasting my time.” his words were harsh. And they hurt. Just as the nice Doctor turned to scold his friend, you spoke up, tear running down your face.

“I hope Mr. Holmes, that you will visit my grave one day. I just wish to see your face when you realize that you were wrong.” you said as you stormed out of the house.

You felt so silly. And to think that you were extremely nervous when you decided to seek for his help. You didn’t even realize that you left your scarf at the house.

***

You were truly helpless, you didn’t have any friends to talk to, your maids were fired by her, leaving only her trusted ones behind. You were trapped in your own house.

And you didn’t have evidence to go to the police either. Although you looked everywhere in the house for signs. But you were unable to find anything, no bottles, no poison, nothing.

The worst however was that you were gradually falling more ill, day after day.

It felt like you were dying from the inside. So, you called the doctor over.

The doctor said that your illness was due to the loss of your father. The doctor blamed depression, but you knew it wasn’t that. Not with the way your sister was smirking and smiling when she thought you weren’t watching.

One day, you felt so terrible, you couldn’t even get out of the bed.

And from that day on, you didn’t.

You were so ill, the sun hurt your eyes and you felt useless. You just laid in bed, you weren’t even sure for how long.

You had barely any appetite. And you wondered how many days have passed.

***

“Miss Y/L/N, two gentlemen are here to talk to you. They said they brought your scarf back.” one of the maid’s said before they left, leaving the door open to let the two men in. You tried to sit up, look at least presentable, but you were too weak.

“Miss Y/L/N,” you recognized that voice, that calm and kind voice.

“Dr. Watson,” you said smiling at the man, not noticing that Sherlock was also in the room.

“You left your scarf. Don’t get me wrong, My Lady, but you look very ill.” said the doctor as he placed the cloth by your hand. You grabbed it and thanked him.

“The doctor was just here, yesterday I think. Said it’s only depression.” you said letting out a long sigh.

“That’s ridiculous. I saw people looking more heathy on their death bed. May I examine you?” you gave him a weak nod, then you turned to Sherlock who was standing on the other side of your bed.

“Will you take my case now, or in a few days when I’m gone?” you asked looking at Sherlock. His eyes met yours.

***

Dr. Watson determined that you needed immediate care in a hospital. Although your sister argued with him, telling him that you already are in the care of a doctor.

That day, Sherlock took your case. He clearly noticed something which he didn’t’t share at the time.

You were in the hospital for three days, and you already felt better. Every day Dr Watson would come over to talk about the case or ask questions. Although you were sure Sherlock was already close to finding evidence.

***

One day, you were finally better, so you could walk around a little. You were sitting outside, reading a book under a tree when you noticed Mr Holmes making his way over to you.

“It was the food and the water and the tea and the cookies and everything.” said Sherlock as he sat down beside you. “You were poisoned gradually, small portions on everything you ate, and drank. The maid did it, because your sister ordered her to. Both are in custody as we speak for attempted murder.” he said, but even with your suspicions being right, you didn’t feel better.

“Thank you Mr. Holmes. I will pay you as soon as I get out of here.” you said before turning to look up the tree, watching a little bird hop from one branch to the other.

“Hmm.” you didn’t notice the look Sherlock gave you. But he noticed just how much livelier you looked. Your eyes shined, your skin shimmered in the light. You looked a lot better. “So, as I observed, you are not married. Neither am I.” he said.

You had to admit this was the worst possible way someone tried to court you. You looked at him, eyes wide.

“Pardon?”

“I’m saying that I find you quite beautiful and I would like to know you better.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s it?”

“Don’t get me wrong Mr. Holmes, I appreciate the compliment, it’s just... Your timing, Sir. I am still in hospital because my sister tried to poison me, my brother-in-law is still out there, possibly stealing everything that he can move from my home. And you are...handsome.”

“Then, I will be back with the same proposition in a few weeks. Ms Y/L/N.” he said as he stood up and left.

You laughed a little, thinking that he was joking.

After all, what could a man like him possibly want from you?

***

It had been almost a month since you left the hospital.

You were half right about your brother-in-law. He did steal a couple of items when he left, but luckily they didn’t mean anything to you, so you were just happy that he was gone.

You hired new staff and fired everyone. You were not sure who you could trust.

You also made sure that every food and drink was thrown out or went down the sink. You were not taking any chances.

The fact that you only had 2 members of staff made you do some work you were not used to. You were no brat and you didn’t mind getting your hands dirty, so you helped with the cleaning where you could.

You were working in the kitchen, cleaning the cupboards when a voice behind you made you startled. You nearly fell off the furniture as you were cleaning the very top shelves.

“Miss, Mr. Holmes is here.”

“Thank you, Tina! Let him in, please.”

“He is here, Miss.”

This is when you finally turned around and noticed the man smiling up at you. Tina already left to get back to her duties.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Y/L/N. I must admit, every time we meet I can see a different side of yours. I have never seen a lady on the sink, cleaning the shelves.”

“Well, someone has to do it.” you said slowly climbing down. Sherlock helped you, making sure you won’t fall. “I assume you came for your payment. Give me a moment. I put it in an envelope in the library.”

You said washing your hands before heading into the library. You pulled the drawer of your father’s desk out and pulled the envelope out.

“For your speedy resolution, and for Dr. Watson’s help regarding my health, I added a bit extra. Thank you very much.” you said handing him the payment.

“I actually didn’t come for the payment, Ms. Y/L/N.” he said but you watched as he reached out to take the payment from you and slipped in into his pocket. “I’m here to keep my word. What I said in the hospital, I wish to get to know you better. You seem like a very interesting and smart woman. You realized that your sister was bad, even when everyone, including me, thought that you were delusional. I apologize for that.” you honestly didn’t know what to say. You thought he was a man who wouldn’t see you in a romantic matter. But then again, he just mentioned getting to know you.

“Maybe, you can stay over for lunch? I will cook up something nice.”

“You?”

“Yes, I am yet to hire a new cook, and in the meantime I do the cooking, my old nanny taught me a few recipes.”

“Sounds nice.”

And so, he stayed for lunch, dinner and the next day he came over again and every single day after.

He was charming, and the two of you could speak for hours about everything and anything.

Before you knew it, months, and years passed.

You certainly didn’t think that when you decided to go to Baker Street 221B to ask for help, you would find your future husband.

Taglist: imreadinggoaway fleursirvart v-2bucky ehsebastian crunch-time-sports pxstelrainbow ablogbypeteparker liamssmiler smexylemony greenarrowhead feelingsareharddd thisismysecrethappyplace sincerelyfan theoneanna aestheticsandmarvel rororo06 castellandiangelo avengers-r-us destynelseclipsacastellandiangelo spilledinkindumpster celebsimagines capsiclesdoll firstangeldragonranch snoopy3000 firstangeldragonranch puknow crazzyter alwayshave-faith soleil-dor alex12948 scream-kiwi79

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

My taglist is open!

Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank You for reading my story!~

#sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes imagine #sherlock holmes imagines #henry cavill sherlock holmes #cavill sherlock holmes #henry cavill sherlock holmes x reader #henry cavill sherlock holmes imagine #henry cavill sherlock holmes imagines #enola holmes imagine #henry cavill characters #henry cavill characters x reader

822 notes · View notes

angeldcgs · 18 days ago

Text

it wasn’t as though roz had hired enzo because of his looks— if anything, she’d have preferred the most mundane looking nanny just so her kids would get the chance to see what real people look like, aside from all the industry folk they were usually exposed to, folks who were so nipped and tucked and full of filler that they had become cyborgian. it just so happened that all the aspiring nannies in town were also aspiring artists of some other sort, and so she had no choice but to go with the pretty boy. he seemed the most responsible, and though he didn’t appear to be the brightest bulb in the chandelier, he always got her kids to and from school and their extracurricular activities on time, they respected his authority enough to allow him to take over as caregiver when she was away, and he always tidied up after himself even without being asked. it was an easy working relationship, and the fact that she got a pretty face to come home to was an unintended bonus. over time, she couldn't help but look at him like a piece of eye candy trotting around her home like a good little domestic pet, holding down the fort and doing the housework suitable for his physical build and intelligence level while she did the real work. she didn't mean to compromise his ability to do his job with her offer, and she didn't intend to start anything he wasn't fully enthusiastic about, but she had to put her feelers out there somehow, and if he wasn't interested, at least she could revel in some of that endearingly boyish charm of his for just a bit longer before he had to return home. "oh, shoot," she purred, pursing her lips and wasting no time before she was up and darting for the kitchen. "don't touch it." her instruction was somewhat maternal in delivery, unable to help from defaulting to that tone when speaking to someone so much younger than her. "you like it?" as she spoke, she was rifling around under the sink, thankfully having remembered the remedy for red wine stains despite her lack of other traditionally motherly knowledge. "i think that bottle might be about as old as you are... wild, isn't it?" it only struck her then that she couldn't remember whether he was actually old enough to legally drink— at least they were in the safety of her home. with the peroxide and dishwashing liquid concoction mixed, roz scurried back over to his side, kneeling beside him and dabbing a rag against the blotchy stain on his shirt. "shoot... we might need to pop it in the wash to keep the stain from setting. i'm sure we could find something for you to wear in the meantime, yeah?"

open to: women.

featuring: enzo shepard, twenty-one, heterosexual, nanny/aspiring actor.

plot: to help pay his bills while he is in drama school, enzo babysits the kids of a wealthy woman who has developed somewhat of an infatuation with him. unaware of her affections, enzo has been indulging her fantasies unknowingly with a never-ending stream of compliments and bout of attentiveness intended to be seen as friendly. one night, she invites enzo to stay for a drink or two, her intentions less than pure.

with the kids asleep and all his designated chores around the house taken care of, enzo had been slipping his jacket and shoes on when a bottle of wine had been brought out to him, two glasses dangling in her other hand along with a gentle plea for him to stay a little longer. it was a saturday night and he'd already told her that he had no other plans, he was only going to head back home and get caught up on the script he was supposed to be performing in class the next week, nothing that couldn't wait till the next day. he'd never felt sympathy for his gracious employer, in his eyes it appeared that she had everything a person could ever want, the possibility of loneliness wasn't something that even crossed his mind. how could it when he had been hired to take care of her little menaces when she was too busy to do so herself? how could someone be lonely when their house was always so full of noise? it didn't occur to him in his innocence that there were different kinds of loneliness, the sort that familial affection couldn't brush away. he'd considered turning her down, not because he didn't want to have a drink with her, rather he didn't want to end up making a fool of himself and end up losing his job- the only thing that was keeping him in the city and making his way through school, yet somehow he still found himself curled up on the couch, half filled glass in hand. "shit- sorry." a trickle of wine spilled past his lips and down onto his shirt, an accidental spill caused by the glimpse he'd gotten down her blouse as she'd leaned over to put her glass down. he shuffled around in search of any stains on the expensive fabric of the couch but found none, the evidence of the spill remained thankfully only on himself. with an embarrassed laugh, enzo quickly wiped his mouth dry and placed his glass down on the coffee table beside hers. "i don't really, um, drink wine a lot. it's very... expensive tasting. it's... good." it tasted awful but he chalked that up to his undignified palate, obviously she knew better than he did and had chosen something too classy for him to appreciate; his fault, really.

#{ rosalind flannery — thread }#{ rosalind vs. enzo }#thcophagy

8 notes · View notes

pedro-pascal-love · 4 years ago

Text

The Encounter

Chapter One of Well, This is Awkward

Series Masterlist ❖ Main Masterlist ❖ Join My Taglist

Rating: 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 4k+

Summary: Dave picks up Reader at a bar for some fun while reader is celebrating her new job. Little do they know they’re going to be seeing each other again very very soon.

Warnings: *SMUT*, hair pulling, cum play, choking, spanking, blowjob, language, cheating/infidelity, very heavy daddy kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), probably missed a couple others

Next Chapter ⟹

Dave spied you from across the bar. His eyes following the curve of your breasts down the length of your body, greedily eying your voluptuous ass, as he felt a stirring in his pants. It had been a long and brutal day at work for him, and he wasn’t in the mood to go home and see Carol just yet. They’d been having some problems as of late, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stick around anymore, but the thought of leaving his two girls made him rethink things. So he stayed. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun in the meantime, right?

You wore a short red dress that showed ample cleavage, but not to the point that your breasts spilled out. You’d accessorized it with a simple gold set of earrings and bracelet, coupled with a long necklace that fell in front of your breasts and some adorable black pumps. He wanted you, and he wanted you bad.

You were out with your friends, celebrating your new job as a nanny, and didn’t have a care in the world when your friend Melody pointed out an attractive man sitting at the bar hungrily eyeing you. You turned your head and felt your heart stop. Gazing back at you was a pair of intense brown eyes that seemed to look into the depths of your soul. You clenched your legs a little and gave him a small smile, just enough to tease him, but nothing more. You licked your lips, going back to the conversation at hand about the perks of the new job, all the while keeping an eye on the mysterious hottie out of the corner of your eye.

“Let’s dance, girls!” giggled your friend, Melody, while she grabbed your hand and began to sway her hips to the beat of the song. You laughed and shook your head at how drunk she was getting, but you weren’t going to be far behind her if you kept going. Looking this cute had some perks after all.

You glanced at the bar, at the mystery man, and were delighted to see he was still staring at you. You decided to give him a little incentive to come over and maybe have a little party of your own. You were in the mood for a bit of chase tonight.

Grabbing Melody’s hand, you started to sway your hips in time to hers but then decided to turn around and start grinding against her. You were soon joined by your two other friends, Ana and Scarlet, hearing whoops and whistles sent your way. You all started to seductively dance, dipping low to the ground and then slowly coming back up, asses popped out. Ana grabbed Melody’s hips while Scarlet grabbed yours, and you felt Scarlet kiss your neck.

“Hey, I think that guy at the bar is about to come over, but he might need a little push,” she whispered in your ear.

You giggled and nodded, an idea popping into your head. You grabbed Scarlet’s hand and slowly brought it upwards, resting them below your breasts, as she began to pepper light kisses on your neck.

“I think it’s working,” you said, as Dave got up from the bar and made his way to you. You closed your eyes and waited for his next move, hoping you would not be disappointed.

“Mind if I cut in?” you a voice spoke behind you. With your eyes still closed, you felt a shift, and then a much warmer body press up against you, pulling you close. You stretched your arms up and slung them around the body’s neck, grinding against him, feeling the telltale signs of a hard-on forming.

“Hope you don’t mind, princess, but I just couldn’t help myself when I saw you dancing,” a gruff voice whispered in your ear. You giggled and shook your head. You had him right where you wanted him.

“Not at all, though I usually wait until I’ve been bought a drink first,” came your snarky reply. He pressed himself against you even more at that, rubbing himself against you.

“That can be arranged, though I’m sure I can give you a better drink than one from this bar,” he huskily stated. You smirked at his words.

“Maybe, but I’m quite a big fan of this bar and its drinks, so you’d have to really impress me.” You felt his hands on your hips give a little squeeze, the air becoming thick with sexual tension.

“I guess I’ll just have to do my best.”

Dave wasn’t sure what he wanted more, the chase or the reward at the end. Since seeing you and your friend’s affectionate display, he knew he needed to have you; he was just torn between drawing it out or going in for the kill right away. A man of his conviction had some self-control after all, but he felt it slip the more he thought about what he wanted to do to you and where.

In the bathroom of the bar.

The back of his SUV.

Even in his own bed.

Oh, now that was a fantasy he would love to indulge but knew it wasn’t the smartest, considering he was married, but the ring hidden in his pocket was long forgotten at this point.

He tilted his head down, sniffing your neck, and became intoxicated by the mix of your perfume and the subtle smell of your body. His hands gave you another squeeze.

“How about I get you that drink, and we can compare which one you like better?”

You nodded and broke away from his embrace.

“Only if you promise to let me get a really good sample of yours to compare,” you flirted, the double innuendo behind your words reaching his ears. He inwardly groaned.

Fuck, I want her.

You both approached the bar, and you ordered a shot of whiskey.

“Whiskey, eh? A woman after my own heart,” he said, watching you down the shot in one gulp. A little missed your mouth and dribbled down your chin, and he reached out with his thumb to wipe the droplet away, bringing it to his lips.

You watched, enamored with his man’s charisma, and felt the wetness between your thighs increase when his thumb dipped into his mouth.

Fuck, I want him.

So bad.

“It was the first drop of alcohol I ever tasted, and I must say, it’s my absolute favorite,” you stated as you held your gaze and arched your eyebrow at him.

“Why don’t you show me what kind of drink you’re offering me, you’ve got quite a bit to live up to now,” came your challenge. Dave smirked, loving this little game the two of you were playing.

“You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure,” came his reply.

He took your hand and led you to the restrooms. Giggling, you pushed him in, wasting no time, catching his lips with yours as you pushed him against the wall. You felt his hands on the curve of your ass and moaned, loving the feel of his large hands on your body. Your tongues battled for dominance as you snaked your way down his torso and began to undo his belt. He felt himself grow harder, the thoughts of having your lips around his cock becoming almost unbearable. Once you had his belt undone, you slipped the zipper down and dipped your hands into the waistband of his pants as a groan escaped his lips.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good,” he said. You smirked and began to stroke his length. Not wanting to have you be the only one having some fun, he quickly pulled the straps of your dress down, kissing his way down your neck, his hand cupping your right breast. You moaned, rolling your head to the side, granting him more access. Dave lowered his mouth and took your left nipple into his mouth, his left hand pinching and squeezing your right one. You arched your back, pushing them deeper into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair.

“Oh fuck, that feels so amazing; keep doing that,” you moaned out. Dave smirked into your breast and switched sides, his right hand making its way up your thigh to cup you through your underwear.

“Shit, baby, you’re soaked,” he groaned out, pushing your panties to the side, and slipped a finger in with ease. You threw your head back, moaning at the action.

“All for you, Daddy. Fuck me with your fingers.” Dave felt himself grow harder hearing you call him Daddy.

Fuck, she is perfect.

He added a second finger into your soaked cunt, then a third, groaning as he felt how tightly you gripped his fingers.

“Yeah, you want Daddy to fuck this tight little cunt with my fingers? What about my cock, baby? Would you like that? Taking my fat cock into this tight pussy and squeezing it?” He said, pumping his fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Mmmm, yes, please, Daddy. Use my pussy,” you whined out, feeling yourself grow wetter, and he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

“How about you cum on my fingers, and then I give you that drink you want so badly?” Dave asked as he picked up the pace. Remembering that you had his cock in your hand, you began to stroke him in time with his fingers as they slipped into your cunt.

“Ahhhhh fuck. Yes yes yes. Anything, Daddy. Please just let me cum, don’t tease,” you begged.

“Because you asked so nicely, baby girl,” Dave said, speeding up his movements. He felt your walls clench his fingers, his thumb still rubbing your clit, and set a brutal pace. He gazed down at your hand that stroked his cock, then to his fingers as they disappeared into your heat, eyeing the wetness coating his fingers every time he withdrew them. He smirked and bit down on your neck, your walls clenching so tight around his fingers that he thought they might break.

You didn’t want to admit it, but his bite sent you over the edge, and you felt yourself cum. Hard. You pushed your face into his chest to muffle your orgasm, releasing his cock and clung onto his arm and chest, trying to stay upright.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkkkk. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Daddy,” you whimpered out, the feeling of his fingers becoming too much as your orgasm rocked through your body.

Dave looked down at you, clutched onto him, and tilted your face up, looking into your lust-blown eyes.

“You ready for that drink, baby girl?” He asked as he dipped down to kiss you. You nodded into the kiss and broke away, getting on your knees. Taking his cock out of his pants, your eyes widened at how large he was.

How the fuck am I supposed to suck this?!

Dave caught your wide-eyed look and laughed.

“Take it inch by inch, baby; I know you can get it all. Don’t be afraid. Be a good girl, and Daddy will reward you with my cock in your cunt,” he told you while you started stroking him again.

Not one to turn down a challenge, you looked up at him, locking eyes, and stuck your tongue out, licking the underside of his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned out at the action, anticipation building for what was to come. Literally.

You smirked, repeating the action, and without warning, engulfed the head into your mouth with a suck. Dave brought his hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair, trying hard not just to take what he wanted and fuck your face. You bobbed your head up and down, your right hand stroking what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, your left hand holding his thigh, keeping you steady. You started to increase your pace, swirling your tongue around his cock, while bobbing up and down on it. Your confidence grew, and you began to take his cock deeper and deeper until you finally had him all the way in. Dave watched you slowly take his cock until your nose touched the short curls at the base.

“Oh god, baby. Yes, just like that. You like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth like the little slut you are?” Dave managed to groan out, feeling your throat constrict around him, your gag reflex starting to engage. You took your left thumb and made a fist, squeezing it to relax your gag reflex. You took a breath through your nose, moving your tongue under the head of his cock. It took everything in Dave not to cum at the feel of your tongue, even more so when he felt you start to move. You surprised Dave when you reached for his hand, placing it on the back of your head, and gave him a little wink.

“You want Daddy to face fuck you, baby? Is that what you want?” Dave challenged. His cock grew harder in your mouth with that thought. You merely gave a slight nod, and that was all Dave needed before he took control. Grabbing your hair, he proceeded to fuck your mouth hard. In and out. In and out. In and out. He was impressed with your resilience, how you didn’t gag or tell him to stop his brutal pace, but he did see a few tears prickle the corner of your eyes. This spurred him on, and he picked up the pace, growing a little sloppy, his release looming.

You felt his balls tighten, signaling his imminent orgasm, and you decided to cup and massage his balls. That was too much for Dave, and he exploded in your mouth, movements stilling as his cock pulsed. He watched as some of the cum leaked out the sides and dripped down your chin, falling on your exposed breasts.

Holy fucking shit, that was amazing.

Too bad I can’t keep her around.

He watched as you slipped his cock out of your mouth, smiling up at him. You giggled and opened your mouth, showing him the white substance on your tongue.

“Ughh fuck baby girl, you’re so good. Swallow that for me. Let me see how much you like it,” he commanded, already feeling himself get hard again at the sight of you on your knees, cum all over your face and tits. You closed your mouth, making a show of swallowing his cum, and moved to scoop up the rest on your tits, bringing it to your mouth.

“Yummy,” you giggled with a wink. “I do believe this is now my new favorite drink.”

Dave watched you stick your tongue out, licking the remnants of his juices around your mouth, and what your tongue missed, your fingers caught. You stood up and felt Dave’s cock pressing into your stomach.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” You asked sweetly, kissing his neck and sliding your panties down your legs. “Can I have that cock now? Pretty please?”

Dave couldn’t say no to that, not after you gave him a mind-shattering blowjob AND swallowed. Something Carol had never done. Dave made up his mind. Before he left tonight and never saw you again, he’d give you both want you wanted. Dave smirked and grabbed your hips.

“Turn around and put your hands on the mirror, princess,” he said into your ear, switching positions with you, so you were against the sink. Bringing his hands to the bottom of your dress, he pushed your skirt up, seeing your round ass and dripping pussy. Ready and waiting for him. He brought his hand down onto your ass with a resounding SLAP, and you moaned, liking the sting of his hand on your skin. He repeated the action two more times before his lined cock up to the entrance of your pussy, and quickly pushed in, filling you up with one smooth motion.

“OH FUCK,” you exclaimed, not ready for the stretch of his cock. You felt full, and your walls clenched around him. He gave you a second to adjust, watching through the mirror. He smirked, pulling you to him, your back now pressed against his chest, as his hand moved to your throat.

“You like that, baby? You like feeling Daddy’s cock splitting you in two?” He huskily breathed into your ear. All you could do was nod and bite your lip. You needed him to move, pound you into oblivion. As if reading your thoughts, Dave began a ruthless pace, squeezing the sides of your neck as he hammered into you. In and out. In and out. In and out.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well. Shit, your pussy feels like heaven,” he groaned, looking down to watch his cock disappear into your soaked cunt. He wouldn’t last long at this rate. And apparently, neither would you.

He shifted his gaze to the mirror, watching you grip the edge of the sink, your face contorted with pleasure.

“Please, Daddy. Please, I’m about to cum. Fuck, don’t stop,” you pleaded. Dave continued to hammer into you, hand shifting from your neck to squeeze your breast and pinch the nipple.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” he ordered, crushing your nipple between his thumb and index finger, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He watched you open your mouth, letting out a moan, but stopped partway through, remembering that you couldn’t be too loud. Dave moved his hand that was on your hip and snaked it to the front of your dress, pulling it up farther, your pussy exposed to his wanting eyes. His fingers met your swollen clit, and it took everything in you not to cum right there.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk,” you moaned. “Please let me cum. It’s too much.”

Fuck, I love it when she begs.

Dave grinned at you through the mirror and rubbed your clit harder, no longer holding back. His cock smashed into you, nearing his release.

“When I say cum, you can cum. Until then, you take it like the little slut you are, you hear me?” He spoke into your ear. You nodded, choking out a whimper.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t take anymore,” you begged. Dave felt your pussy ache around him, his thrusts starting to get sloppy and erratic. He was almost there. Just. One. More. Push.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he ordered with his last push, biting down on your neck, and covered your mouth with his hand.

You let out a muffled scream, feeling your orgasm rock through your body. It felt like electricity running through you as you came down from your high. You felt Dave pull out of you slowly, your combined juices flowing out. He quickly brought his fingers up, pushing them into your sore pussy.

“Can’t let any go to waste, now can we? I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you when you go home tonight,” he arrogantly stated with a smirk. Feeling his fingers push the cum back into you, you moaned at the thought of being full with his cum for the rest of the night. Dave picked up your discarded underwear, bringing it up to his nose, and sniffed.

“I’m keeping these,” he said possessively, helping pull your dress down and watch you adjust your tits back into the dress. You pouted at him but then grinned.

“I guess it’s only fair. After all, you did give me such a good drink,” you sassed. Dave stuffed the panties into his pants, feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring. He sighed.

“As much as I’d love to do this again sometime, I can’t, but thank you for the wonderful time,” he replied thoughtfully, unsure why he felt the need to say all this. You shrugged.

“We both knew going into this what it was. I don’t expect to ever see you again, especially since I don’t even know your name,” you responded. You finished fixing your hair, giving yourself a once over, making sure you didn’t look like a complete mess. You turned around and gave him one more kiss as you made your way to the door.

“Thanks again, Daddy. You gave me one hell of a ride,” you said with a wink over your shoulder, making your way out of the restroom and out of his life.

Dave rolled his neck and straightened himself up. Washing his hands and fixing his hair, he took his ring out of his pocket and looked at it.

Fuck, I am not looking forward to going home to Carol.

Ugh.

He slipped the ring onto his finger and slipped out the backdoor of the bar, not wanting to risk seeing you if he went out the front. At the end of the day, he knew he’d never see you again unless he decided to use his agency contacts to find you.

He made his way to his SUV, sitting in the driver’s seat. Pulling out your soaked panties, he gave them another sniff and smiled.

At least I’ll have this to remember her by. He placed them back into his pocket, begrudgingly driving home.

―THREE DAYS LATER―

Dave had been in a mood since Carol had told him that she hired a nanny for Molly and Alice. He didn’t like the thought of some stranger watching his girls. He was fully capable of that when he was home, and Carol was busy working, but Carol said that it’d be a good opportunity for them to have more time without the girls.

Yeah, right.

Today was the day the nanny would be coming to meet the girls and him, and he was busy helping Carol get the room ready for the said nanny to stay in.

Not only did she hire a nanny, but one that will live with us!

Unbelievable!

Rolling his eyes. he gave the room a once over, making sure that everything was up to his standards before closing the door, and made his way down the stairs. He had caught the doorbell ring five minutes ago and heard voices, so he guessed that the nanny had arrived and was getting acquainted with the girls and his home.

Time to get this over with.

Dave made his way downstairs, toward the voices in the kitchen, but once he rounded the corner, he wasn’t prepared for the sight he was greeted with. You leaned over the kitchen island, ass sticking right out, talking with the girls about their drawings and with Carol about her work schedule.

“Oh, Dave! Honey, meet our nanny! This is Dave, my husband,” Carol excitedly said. “I was just telling her about being gone for work starting next week, but you’d be home to help with the girls if she needed anything.”

Dave was speechless. There you were. In his kitchen. Looking just as captivating as the night he saw you in your jeans and skin-hugging shirt.

“Dave? Are you ok, honey?” Carol asked him. He blinked and shook his head, looking at his wife.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a work thing come up a few minutes ago that distracted me. Sorry. Hi, I’m Dave; nice to meet you,” he responded, turning to you and held his hand out.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. York,” came your smooth reply, not giving away your extreme shock at the turn of events, and you went to shake his hand. He rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand before letting go and cleared his throat.

“Call me Dave, please,” he stated. “Well, if you ladies need me, I’ll be in my office upstairs, taking care of some work things,” he politely said, still reeling from you being in his house, and made his way out of the room.

Your gaze followed him and fell to his ass, checking him out without Carol, his wife, noticing.

Well, this is awkward.

But I guess that explains that.

“So, I just wanted to say that we look forward to having you here as part of the family, and again, I’m so thankful you were able to start so soon!” Carol said excitedly.

“Of course, Mrs. York! Thank you so much for this opportunity, and I hope that you have a good time on your work trip!” you answered with a smile.

I am so fucked.

Completely and irrevocably fucked.

Next Chapter ⟹

#dave york x reader #Dave York #dave york fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #well this is awkward series

550 notes · View notes