#pack nanny

[writingsofwesteros]

and one more from the nanny universe bc friday night drunk writing and bc ned stark is life

...the one in which Nanny switches to dom for Ned :)

Catelyn Stark is out for the weekend, off coordinating some important fashion show, so Nanny is working extra hours. It's friday night and it's peaceful. Bran and Rickon are asleep already, Arya, Sansa and Rob are tucked in too, listening to the Bullerbyn audiobook, but their eyelids are growing heavy by the minute.

Nanny leaves the nursery door open and busies herself with tidying the kitchen, wondering idly what could have delayed Mr Eddard on his way from the courthouse. Theon is blowing her DMs yet again, he's been drinking and texting, calling her names, and Nanny is so done with his shit.

She hears the Lexus on the driveway, and can almost tell Mr Stark's foul mood from the erratic murmur of the engine before he shuts it down. Then Ned is at the door. He looks like hell.

"Sir," Nanny acknowledges him, opting for professional.

"Evening," he says, but he doesn't even look at her, and she's not prepared for how much it bothers her. She's used to getting way more attention from him.

Something must have happened, because Ned makes a beeline for the liquir cabinet, pours himself a double shot of single malt, neat, and immediately downs it. Nanny peeks to the nursery to confirm the children are fast asleep, switches off the audiobook, closes the door and returns to the living room. Ned is sitting at the kitchen bar, nursing his third drink.

"Daddy?" she asks, but it comes out feeble, because she's unsure if he's in the mood to play. He doesn't answer. She approaches him gingerly from behind and starts massaging his neck to test the waters. "Daddy, I've been thinking of you," she whispers in his ear.

Instead of him relaxing, or giving a growl of approval, she feels him tense up under her fingers. That alarms her...

"Mr Stark? Is something amiss?" she asks, breaking the role.

Ned takes a deep breath and exhales. "Just a little tired, Nanny, thank you," he says, but he feels so incredibly sad, so unlike his normal confident self, that Nanny's heart aches.

"Sounds like more than that," she remarks. She knows she's embarked on foreign waters with this, they've never talked work or private lives, they've never talked as... friends do. "Rough day at work?" she asks, nevertheless.

Stark sighs. "You can't imagine," he answers.

Nanny sits on the countertop beside him, and leans down to look at his face. "What do you need, Ned?" she asks, quiet and serious.

"I need..." he trails off, and then looks at her. "I need... a Nanny?" his gaze is fixed on her, searching.

Sure. Sure, she can be that. A Nanny. She smirks at him.

"You're a big boy," she says, as if hesitant, but it's all a play. "But even big boys need someone to take care of them from time to time, I suppose."

"Yes," Ned says, and gives her a weak, underwhelming smile, but it's a smile, and that's something. She reaches out, gets ahold of his chin, and tilts his head to face her. She feels his evening stubble under her fingers.

"So, tell your Nanny," she begins. "Have you been good? If you lie, I'll know."

"I'm afraid I've been bad, Nanny," he answers, his serious eyes focused on her.

"How bad?" she inquires further.

"Not good enough, at any rate. And bad things happened, Nanny" he confesses.

"And do you know what happens to bad boys?" she asks. Ned pauses, and then nods.

"Say it," Nanny demands sharply.

"They... get punished," Ned says, but doesn't sound as dejected as before. Nanny can hear a trace of budding excitement in his voice.

"So they do," Nanny says. "Follow me!" she snaps the command and leads him upstairs, making sure to display the sensual swaying of her hips as she ascends the steps. They enter the master bedroom.

"Give me your belt" she says, "and present your bum, naughty boy."

Ned's breathing hitches. Nanny can tell he will not be dominated easily. He invades her personal space and towers over her, his eyes locked with hers, but he obediently unclasps his belt and hands it to her.

"A good start, but you'll have to do better," she says. "Get on the bed, on your knees."

Ned is silent for a minute, and Nanny starts thinking he might protest, but she never breaks her gaze, and he finally relents, Once she has him on the bed, she pushes him forward, so that he props himself on his hands and she has him on all fours. She tugs his slacks down harshly and bares his ass. His dick hangs between his legs obscenely, semi-hard. So this is arousing for him. Good to know.

She leans to his ear and whispers: "Ask for it, Eddie."

She can hear him grit his teeth, but he obliges her, still.

"Please Nanny," Ned says, "spank me."

She is proud of her first spank. It's fast and well aimed, bound to be more sting than actual pain, and that's the goal. Ned grunts, but stays composed.

"You did not count it, Eddie," she says, bemused, "so it will not count. Let's try it again." Ned curses quietly. "I heard that, naughty boy. Careful, or you'll get punished extra."

She swings the belt and this time he starts counting out loud. Again and again he takes it like a champ. But Nanny can see him getting harder, his dick stiffening with each spank. He moans by the sixth.

"Good boy," she praises. "Such beautiful sound. Don't hide it from your Nanny," she says, as she caresses the red welts on his buttock. Then she deals another lash, promptly, without warning.

"Aaargh," Ned cries.

"Yes," Nanny, "you're taking it so well, my boy. Three more to go."

Each of the three spanks earns her a beautiful groan from Ned, and by the tenth one he collapses on the bed. Nanny is promptly upon him, cradling his head and petting his hair.

"Such a good boy, you did so well," she praises. "You'll get your reward now, Eddie," she says and Ned smiles at her. She releases him and sits on the edge of the bed. "Kneel on the floor between my legs now, Eddie."

This time he does as he's told immediately.

"That's a good boy for Nanny," she says as she takes off her shirt and bra. "Now you get to suck on Nanny's titties. You like that, don't you?" she asks playfully.

"I do," he growls, as he gives her Nipple a test lick, and to his quiet delight Nanny can't hold down a moan. He starts sucking her nipple like there's no tomorrow, and he tweaks the secon one between his fingers. Nanny is in heaven. She could get yoused to that domination thing.

"You're such a good boy, Eddie. Such a good boy for your Nanny," she mumbles, stroking his head. "Oooh," she wails when he bites her nipple and then licks at it to take the sting off. "Good, clever boy!"

"Nanny," he says, lifting his head to look her in the eyes. "Can your boy fuck you now? Please, I think I'd like to fuck you now."

Nanny thinks her heart might melt.

!!!!!!!!!!!

SUB NED!!!! THE HOTTEST !!

I bow to you and your work !!

I love the nickname she gives him thank you very much

[mydearestdarlingdead]

Ianto is literally just their nanny and you can't tell me any different

[proosh]

giving Fran a big cock because it's what he deserves

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

Me when rich sim

*murder husband*

*buy a new house you can't live in*

*make homeless*

*lose children*

*desperately try to get your life back*

*succeed*

*live a humble life outside of town*

*resurrect husband after a long affair with a lesbian woman who moves on to be with someone better than you*

*live long life of regrets for not staying with the girl*

*divorce husband and marry the girl*

[whentherewerebicycles]

I have worked so hard but am still not finished for the day wahhh. getting close though I just gotta leave feedback on one last long essay. I ran out of nanny time so first I am taking a little break to let the baby nap with me in the big bed. gosh I hope I never ever forget what this feels like 😭 there is nothing cozier than snuggling a sleepy little baby.

[ghostzzy]

ended up taking a benadryl to knock myself out and usually benadryl is pretty nice to me but last night i had dreams that were the equivalent of being hunted by the hat man

[bambinification]

Okay, reading other people's opinions on Klara and the Sun and learning that growing up on Dragon's Dogma lore really immunized me against a very crucial aspect of the book

[sungtaro]

i cannot believe it's already the end of another month and i move in 6 weeks lol

[bunnyb34r]

Finally cleaning parts of my room that I frequently ignore and I found pants I'm pretty sure i got in 8th or 9th grade 😅 I'm still gonna wear em sggdgdgdgd they're just shitty 5Below yoga pants but theyre sooo comfy as house pants/sleep pants

And I found all my old makeup from when I was into that but I have to throw away most of it and it's killing me 😭 I'm not touching the lipstick/lip gloss bag bc ouch...

I bought a bunch of really cute liquid lipstick in 2019 and welp...

I know I should just throw them away but... my lippies 🥺

[leadendeath]

Are our drinks really that much more caffeinated than other countries'?

Wild

yeh mate. a lot more's allowed where u r, because u like to have fun :]

[writingsofwesteros]

The nanny is booked and busy 💅🏻

"Hello, my good Nanny," he says. "Show us the belly," he directs.

Ned's so smug about it!! He's also organised and he uses 'us'...

"They're growing so full and heavy, all for you, Mr.Stak,"

The fact that she still calls him Mr. Stark in such an informal situation is so perfect and so hot. Employee/Employer relationship first of all!

@ass-deep-in-demons so good!!

!!!!!

Like, perfection they were writing !!

The fact that she still calls him Mr. Stark in such an informal situation is so perfect and so hot. Employee/Employer relationship first of all! !!!!!! THIS!! Completely agree

[skrunksthatwunk]

ranting for like an hour with my roommate about rascal's owner bc i do not understand her behavior (<- furious).

[emmaspolaroid]

thankfully I was able to pick up some extra work tonight so now I just have to focus on making sure I have enough for my trip next month

[suguann]

tags. fem!reader, boss/employee relationship, stupidly domestic, little wife kink in there somewhere, nanny reader, single dad gojo, breeding kink [18+ only]

You sometimes find yourself wistfully imagining having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable (competent) at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around. 

Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you don’t use. 

You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones you’ve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.

All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until you’re packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.

You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and you’re unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house you’ve ever seen.

“The nanny?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips. “That’s me.”

“Good, Ren just woke up from his nap,” he says, opening the door a little wider with a creak. The darkness behind him is almost comforting.

You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.

The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Three months. That’s how long it takes before your employer poses a problem.

It’s not that he’s a terrible boss; in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.

It also helps that Ren is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny. 

Perfect.

The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his son—his expression shuttered, a foreign thing that you can’t read. It’s all so terribly domestic. 

Terrible in that you think it’s a horrible idea to develop a crush on your boss, that you can’t help but get flustered anytime he so much as looks your way, even if it’s fleeting. How a sleepy smile before he retires to his room for the night can turn your thoughts into a scattered, ill-defined mess of what they used to be until all that’s left are words like spun sugar melting on your tongue.

But also, it’s not normal, at least not from your experience. 

You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kid’s day. Barely saying hello once they walk through the front door before sending money to your bank account.

Satoru—because that’s what he asked you to call him one afternoon while you were in the middle of feeding Ren mashed banana, a lazy smile curling the edges of his lips after you say it for the first time—wants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book you’ve been meaning to buy. 

“You don’t have to ask about my day,” you tell him shyly, accepting the glass of wine he proffers you after spending the past hour trying to put a teething baby to bed. “To make me feel better, that is.”

“Would it be so bad if I said I want to? You live here, too.”

You try to separate the two: that he cares as your employer and not for any other reason, and how you sometimes catch the soft look in his eye whenever he looks at you could make you believe otherwise.

Cool fingers cup your chin gently, thumb caressing the top of your cheek, now close enough that you catch a few of the warm notes of his cologne, a move that’s probably very inappropriate between a boss and an employee.

“I never say anything I don’t mean.”

You swallow, nodding, slightly shaky, breath caught in your chest. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He retreats to his office before witnessing how those two words knock the wind out of you.

He starts saying things like our shopping list, our car—because he gave you the keys to the SUV parked beside his car and hasn’t touched it since; for you and the baby, he said, plus it’s terrible on gas when I drive it to work—our house, our baby. You don’t think he means to do it; it's more of an easy slip in conversation.

But then, one morning, he’s rushing around the kitchen, hair still damp and smelling like his shampoo, as he grabs his coffee and briefcase from the counter, kissing Ren’s forehead first…and then yours.

You’re half convinced that you imagined it—that his lips hadn’t stayed there for a second longer than necessary—until he straightens his tie and heads out for the day with a ‘be good’ tossed over his shoulder, and you’re left wondering if he meant to say that to you or Ren.

It sets off a chain reaction of thoughts whirling away in your head, leaves you wanting and wondering—only ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your soft sleep shorts.

In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp, too something—more teasing than what you’re used to—his hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to kiss Ren’s chubby cheek while you make breakfast.

“I have a meeting this afternoon, so I’ll be late. Want me to pick up some food on the way home?”

No, you think, there’s no way he knows.

You spend most of the morning cleaning and folding the array of graphic onesies Satoru has a penchant for dressing Ren in, and the later half walking around the pool because it’s warm and Ren enjoys splashing around in the water. It’s enough to tucker him out for bed early, unable to keep his eyes open while eating a plate of mashed potatoes.

It’s also the first time in weeks that you have the night to yourself, no baby keeping you busy, no Satoru to—well.

After a long shower, you step out of the bathroom, moving into the hallway. And there are many reasons why you felt confident walking the few steps it took to reach your bedroom. Most revolve around what Satoru told you that morning, so you don’t expect him to be standing there, shirtsleeves rolled up, piercing gaze sliding down the length of you wrapped in a towel and little else.

“I brought home those drunken noodles you like,” he says when his eyes focus back on your face, his whole expression softening into a smile.

A beat. “Thank you,” you whisper, unable to look away.

He tucks the wet strands of hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear. “Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll join you downstairs?”

The noise in your brain goes static.

You’re unsure what causes it, but everything changes when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face and something else you can’t decipher with his piercing blue eyes settled firmly on you.

Ren coos softly into your shoulder. 

When Satoru picks him up and settles him in the crib, then walks you to your room—here, let me help you—and when he hovers in your doorway, you let him in without question.

He doesn’t waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until you’re silently begging him to fuck you.

He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy. 

“Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”

You feel like you’re someone else watching you from somewhere else, another body rocking against the length of your boss’s cock, back arching every time you manage to find the friction you need. He’s hard against your back, thick in a way that makes you wonder if he did enough to stretch you out. 

“I-I want—”

All other thoughts are obliterated by the stretch and press of him against your cunt. 

“Think I’m going to keep you,” he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. “Keep this drippy little cunt spread open on my desk whenever I want while the baby naps. Would you like that? For me to fuck you full until you give me a baby.”

You clench, nerves shot.

“Gonna get all round with my baby, stay here forever,” he mumbles when he draws away, and you can’t tell if the words are meant for you to hear or slip out without him realizing. “Fuck—breed my little wife until it takes—”

Your eyes roll up, lost in the little promises he paints across your skin, body shivering over and over until you’re sobbing from it until he has to clamp a hand down over your mouth—shh, you’re going to wake the baby—going limp when he finally cums, pressing as deep as your body will allow, as if he can somehow imprint himself there. 

Wonders if maybe he’s been building up to this moment all along. 

It’s so easy to lay there after, blissed out while he litters kisses across your face and collarbones, letting him lift your hips up to slide a pillow underneath, even though the position is awkward when he tries to cuddle you afterward.

His fingers draw shapes on your stomach, giving you a wistful look, like he can’t believe he’s laying here with his cum still dripping between your thighs—no matter how many times he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you. “Do you think it’ll take?”

And you don’t have the heart to tell him about the little foil packet of pills tucked away in your nightstand.

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

Me when rich sim

*murder husband*

*buy a new house you can't live in*

*make homeless*

*lose children*

*desperately try to get your life back*

*succeed*

*live a humble life outside of town*

*resurrect husband after a long affair with a lesbian woman who moves on to be with someone better than you*

*live long life of regrets for not staying with the girl*

*divorce husband and marry the girl*

[theloveinc]

Would you watch all 13 of my kids from Kiri for me? 🥺

hell yeah I would. That’s child’s play to me (as long as you pack their lunches)