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loafgeto · 1 year ago

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ᝬ 𝗡𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 ⤵︎

geto suguru x fem!reader

synopsis: you are the babysitter to twin girls. their adoptive dad, suguru, is normally dealing with work related issues and comes back one night with a treat.

cw: fem! reader, mdni 18+, explicit language, dilf geto suguru, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), creampie, dirty talking, fingering, squirting, some praising and usage of pet names (geto says princess, baby, and sweetheart, mister and sir are used for geto), you and geto basically fucking and trying to keep quiet while the girls sleep ;P

wc: 3.9k

a/n: hello guys, this is my first oneshot on here🙁 and if you know me, i’ve been obsessing over geto suguru and one of my friends suggested i write about him!! this oneshot isn’t proofread so it’s published however i wrote it like. i’ll go back soon to check for grammar or typo issues. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy because i know i will😋💯‼️

“Come on girls, it’s time for you two to sleep,” you call from the kitchen to the two girls that were sitting by the TV in the living room. After cleaning the table and washing dishes, you went to the girls in order to prepare them for bed.

Grabbing the remote to the TV, one of the girls suddenly whine. “But I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna watch TV still,” Nanako huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in persistence.

“Me too.. I like this show. Please miss Y/n?” the other twin, Mimiko frowns, pressing her stuffed animal close to her.

“I’m sorry girls.. you know your dad gave me your schedules and he firmly said for you two to be in bed by 8:30,” you remind the girls as the remote falls under your grasp and you hit the power button to turn the TV off. “Now if your dad found out I broke one of the rules, he might not let me be your babysitter anymore.”

Their eyes widen in shock and they end up complying to your words. It wasn’t necessarily true. Though, their dad would be disappointed, he wouldn’t fire you because of it. And that’s because you’re actually a great babysitter. The previous ones weren’t as bad, but the girls didn’t necessarily like them until you were hired.

Nanako and Mimiko were quick to like you as their babysitter, in which satisfied their dad and you began babysitting them constantly several weekdays and weekends. It had been three months since, and it’s like you were apart of the family.

Not only that, you were given a good pay every week just to watch and take care of them. He was a single dad, worked 5 days a week to provide for him and the girls, and well, extremely handsome. You were astonished to discover that he didn’t even have a partner. He always dismissed it, declaring he was too focused on his work to seek for a relationship.

Unfortunate. You were honestly attracted to him, but you didn’t get this job solely because of that. You genuinely needed money to support yourself, and since you had prior skills in taking care of children, you figured it’d be easier to earn that way.

You just happen to become interested in the dude. It was to the point you even started developing some romantic feelings for him. You started imagining yourself with him, with the girls, as a family. Even imagining him pinning you down on his bed and fucking you relentlessly. You felt guilty thinking about it all, but no one had to know.

For now, you hide your true feelings about him but still show your respect and care for him. And you weren’t certain but, you even considered that he might have something towards you too.

You tuck the two girls in their individual twin beds, making sure they were comfortable before reading them a bed time story. And when they finally fell into a slumber, you quietly slip out of their room, shut off the lights and close their door.

Venturing back into the kitchen, you decide to grab a small serving of the cookies you three baked for dessert earlier and settle in the living room before their dad got home.

You play on your phone for the remainder of the hour. Scrolling through social media and messaging friends back while munching on the cookies. You glance at the clock several times, reading the numbers before deciding whether to prepare a meal for their father or not. Usually, out of courtesy, you would cook him a simple dinner that he always appreciated by eating and complimenting how well you cooked it.

hello, mister geto. i was wondering if you wanted me to cook dinner for you so that when you get back, it would be ready? you sent him the message, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you waited for a response.

No later than 2 minutes, he replies. no need to worry. i’m getting takeout. thanks though.

Well, you guessed you were able to relax until then, which you found no problem in.

You took this moment to walk around the two story house and explore. Their dad gave you permission to do so, even allowed you to enter all of the rooms besides his unless necessary. You were allowed to touch items but handle them with care or else you’d pay for the damage. You often found yourself in the room where he stores series of novels and single books, and read there while the girls sleep.

This time, you decided to grab one of the books from the Percy Jackson collection and read in the living room before their dad came home. You didn’t know how many times you’ve read the series, but you enjoyed it, and could read it over and over again with no complaints.

By the time it was 9:30, you could hear the front door to the house click, indicating someone was using a key to open the house. You get up from the couch, deciding to greet their dad by the door. The knob twists and as you approach the large foyer, the door opens and their dad steps into the house.

Geto Suguru is definitely one in a billion. His eyes directly fall onto your figure when the doors open, and he found himself unable to break his gaze until he opens his mouth.

“Ah. Y/n,” Suguru was quite surprised with your greeting by the door, but he replaces his expression with a warm smile as he shuts the door behind him. “How was today? Were the girls good?”

“Today went well, as usual, Mister Geto. The girls were good. Did their homework, had dinner, and are sleeping right now,” you reply as he walks past you to get into the kitchen. He gives you a glance and nods, and you follow him.

“That’s good, I appreciate it,” Suguru implies as he enters the kitchen, placing the bag of takeout on his kitchen island table. He gives you another look before adding, “want some?”

“Oh- no, thank you. Please, it’s your dinner. You should enjoy it,” you decline with a polite grin as you went to the other side of the island table. Conversations were occasionally like this between the two of you, it may seem awkward, but it didn’t feel like it. “How was work today for you, Mister Geto?”

“Was alright. Just got dragged into some issues. Have to deal with it tomorrow,” Suguru sighs with an irritated groan. He starts untying the knot from the takeout bag and took out the boxes.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Hopefully things will be alright for you,” you reply with a slight frown. “You know I’m here to listen to your problems.”

“No worries, but I appreciate you,” Suguru chuckles softly. “By the way, you sure you don’t want any? I bought too much for one person.”

“I’d feel bad..”

“You should feel bad for not eating, especially when I offered,” Suguru slides one of the boxes over to you. “Come on. It’d be our first dinner together.”

You didn’t necessarily know how to respond and decide to just comply to his offer. You take the takeout box and a pair of chopsticks. “Well.. thank you, Mister Geto.”

Suguru only nods as a reply and you both start to eat in silence. You notice that he frequently sends you glances. Mind you, you’re wearing a dress. The length was mid-thigh and the attire was mainly for the girls since they wanted to play dress up. His glances caused you to ponder if he was becoming uncomfortable and you decide to bring up the matter but Suguru speaks first.

“The dress looks beautiful on you,” Suguru blurts out the compliment as your eyes meet his. You were appalled, to say the least. This unexpected compliment caused your heart to skip rapid beats.

“O-Oh.. thank you, sir.. The girls wanted to play dress up, so I came in a dress in order to do that,” you casually explain, trying not to express your fluster due to his words.

Suguru raises a brow, but smiles. “Yeah? I’m glad you and the girls have a close bond. They don’t have a mother figure but I believe you’re supporting that role for them. I’m genuinely grateful for you since I can’t always be there for them. And you’re always welcome here, even if you aren’t scheduled to babysit them.”

“I really appreciate that. Thank you so much,” you give him a smile. Honestly, how more can this man go to attract you?

“You thirsty?” Suguru brings up next as he starts walking towards one of the cabinets. He takes out two wine glasses, glancing at you for an answer. “I don’t have wine anymore, you fine with some juice or soda and we pretend like it’s wine or whatever?”

You laugh softly. “I’m fine with that.”

Suguru pours juice in the two glasses and hands you one of them. “Next time, I’ll have some wine prepared. Just don’t want the girls getting their hands on something they shouldn’t be touching.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll hide them extra careful. Besides, the girls are smart enough not to snoop in areas they aren’t supposed to,” you imply and Suguru chuckles, nodding in agreement.

“You’re right. Next time then.”

“Mhm. Next time.”

You and Suguru finish eating shortly afterwards. He remained at the island table, cleaning up the takeout boxes and messaging his employers on his phone. You went to the sink and began washing your glass cup, and afterwards, you’d finally prepare to go back home.

Suguru stood behind, unbeknownst to you. About to turn around in order to fetch his cup to wash, you felt the sensation of his body hover over yours. This feeling caused you to startle, but you remained poised and watch as he placed his empty cup in the sink.

“Don’t worry, I got it from here,” Suguru whispers in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine and you turn your head to meet his gaze. He was so close to you. His lips were reachable for you and your heart starts pounding.

“I-It’s okay.. I should be the one to..” you start to say as your eyes trail from his lips and up to his eyes. “..wash them..”

You and Suguru stood there, locking eyes for who knows how long. It was cliche, but at that moment, you found yourself getting lost in his dark eyes. You felt your face burning and you were certain Suguru could see how flustered you’ve become. But you didn’t budge, and neither did he.

“Mister Geto..?”

“Fuck..” Suguru murmurs, finally breaking eye contact but remained in the same position. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just—“

He looks back up at you and the expression in eyes told everything.

In an instant, your lips found your way to his. Suguru immediately kisses you back, wrapping an arm around your waist while yours went around his neck. He gently pushes you against the kitchen island table, and he deepens the kiss with more passionate energy.

You pull Suguru closer, a hand going to grasp his hair as his free hand slithers under your thigh and he grips it. Suguru hoists your thighs up and moves his hand further under your dress.

“God.. you’re so beautiful. Wanna fuck you so bad, princess,” Suguru mumbles as he pulls away slightly from the kiss.

“W-Want you to fuck me.. Mister Geto..” you whisper through your pants as a smirk forms on his lips. He gives you another kiss, pressing his tongue against yours. You moan against mouth and he pulls away, sliding his hand up to cup your ass.

“Yeah?” He replies and you nod, feeling the tip of his middle finger trace the soaked area of your underwear. “Already so fucking wet, just f’me.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Suguru then began swirling his finger around your clothed clit, causing you to release a moan. Gosh. The feeling of his fingers just gently touching you already made you a complete mess.

“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” Suguru reminds you as he pushes your underwear to the side.

“Mhm.. want you to fuck me with your fingers, sir..” you mumble, still holding him by the neck.

Suguru wastes no time and pushes two of his longer fingers into your dripping pussy. You throw your head back slightly, gasping at the feeling before Suguru latches his mouth on your neck. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you at a sensual pace, circling his thumb around your clit.

Your hand grabs the edge of the island table for support and the other covers your mouth, refraining your loud moans to echo throughout the house. But it just felt too good, that you could barely hold back.

“You hear that, princess? You hear how wet you are for me?” Suguru inquires, pulling back and dropping to his knees. His fingers pump a few more time before he lifts the dress up even more. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“M-Mister Geto..” you moan as you felt his mouth latch onto your pussy. His tongue starts to suck and lick your clit, as he proceeds to slide and curl his fingers in and out of you in a faster pace. “So good..”

Suguru thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting your spots. He uses his other hand to lift your leg over his shoulder for a better angle before pushing his fingers out. He licks your arousal dripping from your cunt and down your thighs before pressing his tongue into your pussy.

“S-Sir!” you throw your head back as you felt his tongue lick in and all around pussy. He gives a gentle blow to your clit before giving it several kitten licks.

Suguru returns two of his fingers inside of you, curling and pumping them at a quicker speed. Your moans escape from the tip of your tongue just like that. It was music to Suguru’s ears and he wanted to hear your sweet and erotic noises more.

The way your walls clench around his long fingers made him wonder how it’d feel like with his dick. Oh, how he wanted to test it out right now.

“G-Gonna cum.. Mister Geto..”

“Cum for me, princess. Cum over my face and fingers.”

A hand goes to grip his hair as he fucks your pussy with his mouth and fingers. You’re close, feeling his fingers curl in you to rub against your sensitive spots. Suguru quickens his pace so you’d cum faster when hearing your wet pussy squelch and moans get louder, messier.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. cumming—“ you moan out, head falling back and your grip on the kitchen island table tightens as your cum squirts over his fingers and mouth.

Suguru continues to pump his fingers several times as you came, licking all of the juices that dripped from his mouth. He cleans your cum with his tongue, making sure to get every droplet that dropped on your skin.

He gets up, gently pushing his fingers in your mouth in order for you to get a taste of yourself. You suck and swirl your tongue over his fingers and Suguru’s expression turns more cunning.

“Didn’t think my kids’ babysitter was this naughty,” Suguru comments with a chuckle following.

“It’s cause of you..” you murmur as he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connected from your tongue and the tip of his fingers.

Suguru leans in to give you another kiss, lifting you off the ground with his strength and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips moves against his as he walks the two of you over to the living room, where he lays you down on the couch.

“Remember to keep your voice down, princess,” Suguru mutters as he trails his hand behind your back to the zipper of your dress. He gives you another quick kiss as you nod your head.

Suguru completely unzips your dress and lifts it over your head, tossing it to the side before examining your body with his eyes. “So perfect,” he says and lowers his body to kiss you again.

He grinds his body against yours and you could feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy. Even under all that clothing, you knew he was big. So big that you didn’t know if you could take it.

“Need you inside of me, Mister Geto. Please,” you whine as his hand slips under your bra to grope your breast.

“You that impatient?” Suguru chuckles against your skin before pressing several kisses down your neck and chest. But it’s obvious that he’s completely mesmerized. “Need my dick in you so badly, hm? I’ll give it to you, baby.”

Suguru unzips his pants, taking his hard cock out. It sprung up, already dripping in pre-cum. Your eyes were glued on his dick, mouth practically open. Your pussy quivered with the sight of it, knowing it’d be slipping in and out of you soon, making you beg for more.

He could feel his face flush as quickly takes off his shirt and he begins pumping his cock several times with his hand. “Can’t wait to feel your pussy around my cock.”

Suguru slips your underwear off, tossing it to the side with your dress and spreads your legs further apart before aligning the tip of his dick to your entrance. You bite your lip, feeling his tip glide against your wet folds.

“Still so wet..” Suguru murmurs, dick twitching with the feeling of your wet entrance. “Been waiting for this moment..”

“Me too.. sir..”

He pushes his cock inside of your pussy slowly, feeling your walls clench around him at an instant. You both let out moans, and Suguru lowers his body over you while using both of his hands to grab your hips.

Suguru was big, so fucking big. He stretches you out perfectly, as if your pussy was made just for his cock.

“Fuckkk,” Suguru grunts, pushing his entire length into your pussy.

“So big.. Oh g-god. Mister Ge—“

“Suguru. Call me, Suguru,” he interrupts as his face drops to your neck.

“Suguru..”

Hearing you say his name for the first time brought a warm feeling to his heart, it was so soft, sweet and affectionate. The way you looked at Suguru made him wonder if you actually felt the same way about him.

With no hesitation, Suguru thrusts immediately, grunting during the moment when he feels his cock grinding against the walls of your pussy. You cover your moans with your hand, and his thrusts become faster and deeper, hitting every sensitive part of your pussy.

“Fuck! Suguru-!” your arms wrap around him, nails beginning to claw his back.

Your moans start to resonate the room, despite trying to lower it, his cock was just too good. He thrusts fast, his balls slapping against your cunt and you swore you could feel him penetrate your womb. The wet and erotic sounds of skin slapping and your wet pussy starts to permeate the room and Suguru covers your mouth with his, refraining your loud moans to travel to the second level of the house.

Suguru’s pounding you so fucking good, just like you’ve always imagined him doing. But this was way better than all your imaginations and dreams. You’re in pure bliss, overwhelmed with the feeling of how good his cock his. Your legs wrap around Suguru’s waist as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper as he could, enjoying your moans falling into his mouth.

“Fuck.. your pussy feels so good princess,” Suguru says as he pulls his lips away from yours.

He slips his cock out before pushing two fingers inside of your pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb again. He thrusts them several times, getting moans out of you before slipping them out.

Suguru flips your body over, and you prop yourself with your two hands while his hands travels back to your hips. He grips the side of your hips, spreading your ass cheeks before slamming his cock back inside of you, making you wince.

“Suguru!”

This position made you feel him so deep inside. His cock rubs against your g-spot every thrust, making your body tremble and moans escape even more. Suguru noticed this made you louder, and he found it amusing and cute how you’re trying to stay quiet as possible.

Your pussy is clenching him so tight, making him grunt and moan. God, he knew he’d love this feeling. “F-Fuck, princess. Squeeze my cock just like that.”

“S-So close again.. Suguru-“

Suguru’s grip around your hip tightens to the point his hand print was marked and he fastens his pace, his hips slamming into your ass and the couch starts creating squeaking noises. Your upper body drops to the couch, unable to withstand propping yourself up. Your moans are buried within the couch and your back arches more to allow Suguru to fuck you deeper.

He could feel how deep he’s going in your pussy, it drove him insane. Fucking your kid’s babysitter should be the last thing to think of but he couldn’t help himself, especially on the first day he met you. For one, all he knew was that he wanted you. Wanted to hear you moan, cry out his name and kiss him. Wanted to cum inside of you and make you squirt. He’d make you his.

“Gonna cum soon, baby— fuck,” Suguru grunts, lowering his body over yours. One of his hands goes to grab your face, making you turn to face him. You both share a sloppy kiss, moans bouncing off each other’s tongues.

“Want your cum in me, Suguru..”

“Yeah? Gonna pump some into your womb. Gonna make you mine.”

You can barely speak, your mind becomes foggy and your eyes are rolling back. Moans can only tell how you’re feeling, and it’s enough for Suguru to know he’s fucking you the best.

Suguru’s lips trail down your neck and to your shoulders, and he peppers several kisses against your skin. He gently bites the skin of your back, returning his grip to your hips as he quickens his thrust, pounding you from the back.

“Fuck, fuck. I-I’m all yours, Suguru!” you cry out, trying to grip the seat of the couch as you reach your next orgasm.

“Cumming too, shit—“ Suguru grunts, his dick pumping cum into your womb as you squirt over his cock and couch. He gives several slow thrusts, feeling the walls of your pussy pulsating and squeezing all of his cum out.

You’re both panting and sweating, processing the moment that just occurred. Suguru’s cock is still buried deep inside of you, gaining the warm feeling of your pussy. He groans, finally slipping his cock out.

His cum mixed with your juices drip out of your pussy, streaming down your inner thigh and onto the couch. Suguru is breathing heavily and he lowers his body in order to press a kiss against your temple.

“Wanna stay here for the night?” Suguru questions, lips near your ear.

“I don’t know..” you reply, turning your head to him before he kisses your lips. “I don’t have extra clothes.”

“Wear mines.”

Suguru kisses you once again, trying to convince you further.

“Come on. It’s late, besides you and I need a shower. And clean up the mess we made,” Suguru continues with a short chuckle. “Plus, I’m sure the girls will be thrilled to see you in the morning.”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding your head. “Okay.”

LOAF4U. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

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hellodropbear · 3 months ago

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it's time. (II)

mapi leon x daughter

yay for part II! (part I here)

trust even i'm surprised that i finished this over the weekend (definitely should not have because I definitely have too much uni to be writing this)

hope you enjoy !!!!!!

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It was an unfamiliar sight, Mapi in the training kit. She frowned at herself in the mirror, still not entirely sure that this was the right decision. It felt unfamiliar too. The sleeves were tighter than she remembered and the shorts fell lower than they used to.

Even Isabel seemed to notice something was off with her mother, clinging to her all morning and providing her with more hugs and kisses than Mapi could have asked for.

"Go out?" The toddler was confused, clearly. It wasn't often that they left the house straight after breakfast time, but she knew they were leaving because she was dressed up in her special red and blue shirt and her Mami had brushed her curly hair back into a ponytail, clipping any stray hairs back with her favourite fluorescent clips.

"We are going to training today, Is. Mami is going to play with your Ale and Leila from yesterday!" She mustered on a smile as large as she possibly could, trying to hide her anxieties and fear from the child and instead busying herself with slipping on her socks and some baby adidas sneakers.

"Patri? Pina?" She frowned, wracking her brain for the other names. "Jenni?"

Mapi nodded. "Yes, with them too-"

"Ingrid!" Isabel beamed. "She pick me up!"

"Ingrid will be there, I'm sure."

The toddler laughed in delight, standing up from where she was sitting on the floor, her shoes and socks successfully on her feet. It was only when Mapi stood up too that she charged into her mother's legs, wrapping her arms around them in a big hug.

"Don't be sad, Mami!"

"I'm not sad, Is." She picked her up easily, grabbing both their bags for the morning and walking out of the apartment. "I'm excited!"

It wasn't a long drive to the training centre, maybe half an hour. Isabel was easily entertained in the back, her lion captivating her in ways Mapi didn't think she would ever be able to comprehend.

But the 30 minutes was over too quickly and before she knew it she was walking back through those doors and into the changing rooms. She was early on purpose, wanting to avoid all the attention on her as she walked in also and wanting to meet the babysitter that the club had found to watch her daughter as she trained.

"She's 14 months old, she is smart though. She can say around 30 words and has a really good memory. She can walk well, climb up stairs if she's given the chance so please don't leave her alone near any steps because she is more than likely to fall."

The young looking girl nodded, her eyes flicking to the list she was given.

"She eats at 12?"

"Usually. There is a lunch box in her backpack, just start with the stuff labeled 1 and 2, then keep feeding her until she refuses. Usually she'll eat all the food offered, but if she doesn't want it, don't force it. Don't let her sleep if she gets tired because she naps at around 2 which is when we'll get home and I don't want to mess up the schedule."

The blonde nodded as Mapi looked her up and down, clearly judging whether she was good enough to look after her precious child.

She hesitated.

"Have you ever been arrested?"

The girl, maybe 18 years old, looked at her in confusion.

"No?"

"Where you a high school bully? Homophobic? Racist? Anything?"

She shook her head.

"No, no. The club hired me, I have all my qualifications and plenty of experience. I had to go through two interviews for this. I'm from the preschool just up the road, we volunteered and then had to go through a long process to be hired by this club. I promise, I'm a good person."

Mapi nodded, still seemingly unconvinced.

"This baby is everything to me. Ok? If a single hair on her head is missing or harmed, I know where to come looking."

She held the baby tight, not wanting to let go and the girl's eyes widened, cracking her knuckles out of anxiety.

"Mapi!"

Both Mapi and the babysitter's heads whipped towards the door, Alexia striding in and standing beside her shorter friend.

"Leave her alone!" She shook her head, before looking towards the girl in front of her and sticking out her hand. "Alexia. What's your name?"

"Camila. Nice to meet you." She smiled uneasily, still hyperaware of Mapi's judgemental eye despite Alexia's sharp words and nudge in the side.

"Nice to meet you too, Camila." She turned back to Mapi. "It's time to say goodbye to the pequena and go over to training. Jonatan just asked if you were actually coming back today or if he misheard because you're late. Don't restart that trend of being late every day, please." Alexia's was balancing on a fine line between desperation and leadership, Mapi well aware that she was trying her best to not be completely overbearing and bossy.

Mapi rolled her eyes, taking one last glance at the increasingly more nervous babysitter in front of her before looking back down at the clueless baby in her arms. She planted soft kisses all over her head, trying to avoid the tears from springing to her eyes.

"Ok, my Is. Mami loves you so much and I'll see you so soon. Be good for Camila for me, yeah?"

The baby smiled excitedly, clapping her hands.

"Mami!"

She wrapped her arms around Mapi's neck, planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek and patting it once she had moved away.

"I love you, Mami."

"I love you too, Is."

She blinked away the tears as she passed the small child over into the arms of the stranger, trying to ignore the look of confusion that crossed her daughter's face as she handed Camila the backpack.

"Mami? Where go?"

"I'll see you very soon, my love." She struggled to look at her daughter as she spoke, worried that she would burst into tears and prevent her mother from leaving.

The centre back kissed the crown of Isabel's head as the emotions washed over her, promising she would be back soon and that everything would be ok. Isabel seemed to understand well enough, looking up at Camila with curiosity, poking at her face with her chubby fingers.

"Everything will be ok, Mapi. I promise."

Mapi nodded at her babysitter, leaning into the comforting arm that Alexia had placed gently over her shoulder.

"Thank you, Camila." Alexia spoke for Mapi, sensing her friend's emotions. "We'll see you in a couple of hours."

It was only when they left the room that Mapi allowed a single tear to slip down her face, quickly brushing it away to try and hide that she had become so emotional.

"It is stupid." She shook her head, looking away from Alexia.

The midfielder was quiet for a few seconds, trying to decide the best way to deal with this unfamiliar and uncomfortable situation.

"It is not stupid. She is your daughter, you are worried, this has never happened before. It is normal to feel this way."

Mapi shook her head, sighing softly.

"I have never had a babysitter for her before. You are the only person who has ever taken care of her without me there."

Her voice broke at the admission and she finally turned to make eye contact with Alexia.

"What if she hates it? What if she needs me and I'm not there for her?"

The midfielder didn't respond, almost certain that Mapi wasn't done talking; that these were rhetorical questions.

"What if it doesn't work out and she needs me for the rest of her life? What if I can never come back to football?"

Alexia sighed softly, Mapi's voice fading out a clear indicator that she was finished.

"Maria, you can't worry about things that haven't happened yet. You will figure everything out, I will help you." She lead the centre back towards a seat, subtly texting Jonatan that they'd be a few extra minutes late. "Isabel is a good girl. She will be good for Camila and she will be happy to see you in a couple of hours. And if not, we can figure something else out, we can find a new babysitter, we can think of something else."

The centre back used the heel of her hands to rub at her eyes aggressively, sighing and leaning into Alexia's embrace.

"I just worry that I'm not doing everything right for her. I want it all to be perfect because if Luis was here, her life would be more than perfect. He would have been such a good dad, and I can't even give her that."

The brunette observed Mapi carefully, using her thumb to gently wipe away the few lone tears that remained beneath her eyes. It was a topic that had come up often, Mapi's insecurities in comparison to her friend, but it was a topic that Alexia still struggled to talk her friend out of.

Because of course Mapi is a great mother, but Luis would have been a great father too. Mapi knows that more than anyone so Alexia can't just say that they will never know if it's true or not.

It would be an insult to Luis' memory.

"Just because you don't have that picture perfect family does not mean you are doing anything wrong, it doesn't mean you're a bad parent. Isabel is happy, she is smart and she loves you. It's all you need. And yes, Luis would have been a great father but there is a reason that he trusted you to have her. Biologically, Mapi, she is yours. Luis wouldn't have agreed to spending all that money if he thought you were a terrible person with bad morals, bad decision making and not a maternal bone in your body. You just have to believe he would have trusted you with her life. Everyone else does, it is just you that struggles to comprehend it."

Mapi was silent but Alexia hadn't expected a response. Maybe in a few days when she had time to think about the midfielder's words, which Alexia was sure she would; she always did. But they were so meaningful - her words, too meaningful to be able to come up with something to say right on the spot.

"Thank you, Alexia."

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Surprisingly, training went well. It took five minutes and a splash of water to the face for Mapi to face the team in the gym, but it took less than 10 minutes for her to forget about all her issues once she started training.

The gym work was stuff she had been doing for a year alone, but as soon as they headed outside and started playing, Mapi realised how much she had actually missed the sport. It was a part of her, she realised, and maybe she had been so down because she had been missing it for so long.

She was practically flying up and down the field, blocking shots, dominating rondos and shooting free kicks far out of the box.

It was like she was on a high, nothing would bring her down; nothing could slow her down.

And Mapi couldn't have been happier.

Alexia watched with pride as she slowly reverted back to the person she once was, boisterous, excited, happy. She was becoming the person that the midfielder had missed for almost a year and a half; the person she knew before her life was flipped upside down and shattered into a million pieces.

The person that Alexia had prayed every night to see again.

She hadn't lost any skill either, still the fierce defender who would put her body on the line if it meant preventing a goal and the entire team was shocked. Excited, maybe, to have one of their best players back after a slightly disappointing season. It definitely wasn't a secret that they had missed their key centre back.

Mapi was thrilled. Excited, over the moon. She couldn't believe how good just one session with the team made her feel, the complete antithesis of how she was feeling when she broke down to Alexia, in doubt of everything she had done over the past 14 months. It felt like the beginning of her life falling back into place and she almost drunk with happiness and pride as she sauntered back into the changing rooms.

She was the last one in, chatting away to one of the technical analysts about something entirely unrelated to football, so she was expecting a half empty changing room, most people heading out quickly or showering after the somewhat gruelling session.

What she didn't expect was for everyone to be standing and waiting for her, beginning to chant her name as she entered.

The tears that sprung to her eyes were happy this time, finally feeling like she was out of the long and dark tunnel, lost and confused with not a clue how she was going to get out.

But like most tunnels, the way out was right in front of her. So obvious but so frustratingly challenging to reach, such a long journey required to get there.

"Calma, calma!" She laughed as tears filled her eyes, a single pair of arms pulling her into a hug that was quickly joined by the rest of the team. "Vale. I love you all so much."

"Ah Maria gone soft!" Leila's teasing voice was easily distinguishable over the rest of the cheering and Mapi could only slap her lightly on the side as the hug dissipated. "I am joking, Mapi, of course I am."

Leila smiled too and it was then that Mapi noticed her glistening eyes, and when she looked around the room, she noticed the same thing in a lot of her long-term teammates.

"It is a family, Maria. Everyone is right there waiting for you to let them in."

"Everyone is there for you, Mapi. They love you."

"They were all so proud of you when they came yesterday, they can't wait for you to come back."

"They asked about you over the weekend, they want to know how you are doing."

"They want to meet Isabel, but they're worried that she's so small that they'll hurt her accidentally. They said they really wanted to visit you though, so long as I hold the baby."

Everything that Alexia had said to her about her teammates rushed through Mapi like a warm stream, emotions floating through the gushing water until Mapi was a crying mess in her cubby, completely aware of where the sudden emotion had come from.

Because the midfielder was right, they were a family and Mapi did have their support. Even though she asked them to stay away, even though she ignored them for months.

They were still there for her and the centre back knew that she would be there for any one of them if the roles were ever reversed.

Because they are a family and the love each other like sisters.

Alexia's arm was around her again, the familiarity a fire blanket on the emotions that were blazing through her.

"Are you ok, Mapi?" The midfielder knew the answer to her question before she even had to ask it, but blinked away her own tears as she watched her friend fall apart.

She wasn't used to an overload of emotions when it came to Mapi, usually just experiencing her naturally upbeat nature. She was never much of a crier, usually going numb immediately at any tragic or disappointing news, hiding her emotions to anyone around her and only breaking after she was sure she was completely alone.

She still was like that, but with Alexia it's different. Alexia is her best friend and has seen her through so many highs and lows of life that she is entirely familiar with Mapi's sporadic emotions.

Her tears in the locker room were not expected, but they did not come as a surprise to Alexia. Because the past months, full of challenges, of sadness and grief have lead up to this moment of pure and unbridled joy, something the midfielder had been desperate to witness for so, so long.

There are of course be hiccups, bumps in the road and dips on the rollercoaster still to come. It still would not be an easy road for the centre back.

But for now, she was on a high and that was all that mattered.

She had found herself again, out there on the field, right where she belongs.

"I am just so happy, Ale."

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"Isabel!" The small toddler's head whipped up to the door, spotting her godmother at the door, beaming as the midfielder strode towards her.

"Mi Ale!" She stood up from where she was sitting, waddling towards Alexia and wrapping her arms around her legs until the brunette reached down and picked her up, balancing her easily on her hip.

"How was she?" Alexia's attention was on Camila briefly, as the blonde stood up, a sheepish smile on her face at being caught doing role play with a toddler.

"Good!" The blonde nodded, only continuing at Alexia's silent request. "She was very well-behaved. We did some drawing, we played with toys, we played with blocks. She ate all the food she was offered and I think she is almost ready for a nap."

Alexia nodded, her attention back on Isabel.

"You had a good day, Is?"

She nodded giddily.

"Camila says I can come back again soon!"

"I'm sure you will." Alexia looked back up at the blonde who held out the small backpack. "Thank you, Camila. Mapi will be very grateful."

"It's no problem. She's an absolute pleasure."

Alexia smiled, telling the baby to wave goodbye and watching as she did so, before walking back out the door and towards the locker rooms.

"Where Mami?'

"We're going to see Mami now."

Isabel babbled away incoherently as they wandered through the facility until she spotted her mother in the locker room, excitedly poking at Alexia and gaining Mapi's attention.

"Mami! Mami!"

Mapi's head whipped up and her face dissolved into a smile, standing up and striding towards her daughter, easily plucking her from Alexia's arms.

"Hello my Is! I have missed you." She placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head as the child wrapped her arms around Mapi's neck.

"Mami!"

Mapi chuckled at her daughter's inability to say much else, instead just holding her close, grabbing her own bag and the small backpack from Alexia and heading out to her car, the midfielder close behind.

"So I assume you're coming back tomorrow?"

Mapi looked at her friend like she was stupid, a soft smirk on her face as she finished strapping Isabel into her seat.

"Of course I am. I'm back, Alexia. I think for good."

"I'm proud of you." She stood awkwardly, leaning on the side of the car, watching the blonde fuss over her daughter.

"I wouldn't be here without you." It was clear that Mapi was becoming emotional again and was trying desperately to not let herself fall apart again.

Alexia could see that, so she didn't do anything else or say anything else. Mapi was happy and that was all that mattered in that moment.

"Drive safe."

Mapi looked at her again, the same look of amusement at her friend's statement.

"I always do."

Alexia rolled her eyes, waving goodbye and walking over to her own car, her eyes still on Mapi as she got in. She was emotional herself after the training session, finally realising that her friend was slowly coming back to her.

It was after Mapi had driven away and Alexia was sure that she wouldn't be seen that she allowed the tears to fall freely.

It was relief, really. She was relieved that Mapi and Isabel really were going to be ok.

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Isabel was asleep in the back of the car by the time they arrived back home, and Mapi was able to carry her upstairs and into her cot without her stirring at all.

It was only after she had finished up with some household chores that the baby monitor went off, soft garbling coming from the nursery.

"Hello there Is!" She cooed at the groggy toddler, lifting her up out of the cot and rocking her gently.

She quickly ate the snacks she was offered, still sleepy when Mapi placed her into the stroller and headed outside and downstairs for their afternoon walk.

"Where do you want to go today, Is?"

The toddler looked up when she heard her name, shifting from her comfortable position, arms wrapped around her lion toy.

"Leon! Mi Leon." She held it up to Mapi and roared quietly, laughing at herself when Mapi smiled down to her.

"Your lion." The mother confirmed, leaving the lift and walking through the foyer of her apartment.

They were walking out when she heard someone calling her name, turning around quickly to see the pretty new signing, Ingrid Engen, walking towards her and leaving two large suitcases behind.

"Ingrid?"

"Do you live here?" The Norwegian was smiling as she spoke, although Mapi could hardly tell whether she was actually smiling or if her face was permanently set in the positive expression.

"Yeah. We live on the 6th floor." Mapi nodded, smiling but avoiding eye contact with the gorgeous brunette. "Do you?"

"I'm moving in today. 4th floor."

Mapi's heart had been steadily increasing ever since she heard her name, but at those words she thought it may stop right then.

"We're just heading out on a walk, if you wanted to come."

The Spaniard didn't know why she was asking, but the words just came out. She could feel her face flushing as she spoke but the Norwegian just made her feel so unbelievably nervous.

Ingrid looked down at her bags, then back up at Mapi. She blushed, smiling sheepishly.

"I would love to. I'll just run these upstairs if that's alright?"

Mapi nodded, moving towards the seating on the right to sit down and wait, her head in her hands as she went through all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

She didn't even know Ingrid, yet the midfielder made her feel a type of way that she hadn't felt in a very long time. She seemed so calm and so kind, someone that Mapi so desperately needed, yet refused to admit it.

Because she didn't have time to be a girlfriend. She was a mother first, then a footballer. Having a partner just wasn't an option, not when she was so busy with her current occupations, not when she already felt so guilty for handing her child off to a babysitter every time she needed to do her job.

She looked up at the sound of the elevator arriving, standing up when she saw Ingrid and pushing her pram over towards the door.

"So, congratulations, Mapi!" The Norwegian beamed and the Spaniard looked at her in confusion which prompted her to elaborate. "Today... you had your first session back since Isabel. That's what the others said, why they were all so excited."

"Oh. Yeah." Mapi grimaced. It wasn't something she was particularly happy about, considering she gave birth over 14 months ago and only just went back to team training. "I'm glad to be back, I definitely missed it."

"I can imagine." Ingrid smiled as they crossed the street, the setting sunlight catching her eyes and causing them to sparkle, something that didn't go unnoticed by the Spaniard. "It can't have been easy."

Not wanting to get into that now with someone she barely knew, Mapi changed the subject with ease.

"Where do you want to go? We usually just go down to the park and have a bit of a play there, but we can go somewhere better if you'd like?"

Ingrid shook her head.

"We can go to your park today and then somewhere else another day! I'm sure that your daughter wouldn't appreciate someone coming in and changing her routine." The Norwegian continued to smile, and Mapi became more and more sure that her face was always set in that grin.

She chuckled lightly at Ingrid's words, shaking her head.

"She wouldn't care in the slightest. As long as she has somewhere to run and play with her lion, she's happy."

"She's adorable."

Mapi knew. She knew she had a cute kid, one that people in the supermarkets would rush over to coo at. But her kid was so much more than that because she was smart and she was so loving. She had an excited personality and was full of so much joy that Mapi would wonder where it was all coming from.

She loved her child from the moment she was placed in her arms, but the excited and joyful person that Mapi was known as had been lost since her friends were killed in that car accident.

Isabel reminded Mapi so much of her old self, but she didn't know where it could have come from. The baby’s joy and excitement about the world was the complete antithesis of Mapi's overwhelming grief, fear and confusion.

And she knew that if it wasn't for the small baby that she loved more than anything else in this world, she probably wouldn't have made it through the death of Luis. Definitely not.

But Mapi didn't tell Ingrid all that, instead just nodding in silent agreement.

"She's a good girl. She's good for her Mami." The Spaniard looked down at the small toddler whose eyes were slowly drifting again. "She's always sleepy after her nap, then she'll be wide awake for a while at the park and usually will fall asleep on the way home. I'll wake her up when we get back, we'll eat dinner and then she likes to cuddle after dinner and that's when she'll fall asleep for the night and I put her down."

Ingrid laughed quietly.

"Very established routine?"

Mapi blushed furiously, smiling with a sheepish expression.

"The baby books all said routine was good. We fell into one and it's easy. She's easy. You know I took her to my paediatrician when she was 5 months old because she never cried?" Mapi laughed quietly. "I was so worried and searched up why and it was so scary that I took her."

Ingrid laughed alongside the Spaniard.

"What did your doctor say?"

"She said that Isabel's happy, that I'm doing a good job and that I should never use google to find out what's wrong with her." She scoffed. "That’s why I had to start reading things up in the baby books!"

Their laughter dissolved into easy conversation as Mapi lead them down the street, letting Ingrid do most of the talking, listening intently as she raved about her home, her family. She told Mapi that Norway was filled with countless fjords and mountains, lakes and rivers that gave the country soul, spirit and wonder. She said it was a hidden gem, the most beautiful thing in the world.

But Mapi disagreed, because how could anything be more beautiful than the girl that was stood beside her. Her eyes widened as the thought flashed through her mind, instantly averting eye contact and subtly shaking her head at herself.

She was like a 12 year old on her first date with their crush, and she cringed at the painful awkwardness that she made up in her head.

Ingrid listened as Mapi spoke about her home, back in Zaragoza where her parents and brother still lived, the Norwegian enthusiastic about visiting the Spanish city and immersing herself in the new culture.

Mapi listened as Ingrid complained about missing her cat and dog at home, and the Spaniard told her that she could meet Bagheera as a temporary substitute.

It was easy for both of them, despite the language differences. Light conversation fell lightly in English, google translate only proving useful a handful of times, though Mapi emphasised that Isabel could barely understand her first language, let alone English.

The sun was well and truly setting as they arrived at the park, Mapi laying out the rug and pulling her daughter from the pram right under one of the street lights that would prove useful in half an hour.

"Mami!" The girl squealed when her mother's face was finally in front of her, her eyes lighting up as she was placed on her feet, Mapi crossing her legs and sitting down beside her.

"Is, you remember Ingrid from yesterday?"

The baby nodded shyly, moving back towards her mothers arms, nudging her face into the crook of Mapi's neck.

"Don't be nervous, my lion cub! Remember, we are brave at heart."

"Lions, Mami." Slowly, her face peeked out from it's hiding spot, waving and smiling shyly at the Norwegian who waved back, a soft smile on her face.

She slowly moved towards Ingrid, holding out her lion toy and making a lion noise.

"She wants you to copy her." The Norwegian smiled at Mapi who had supplied the useful information, roaring softly at the small girl who giggled loudly and pulled the lion toy back into her arms.

"soy leon!" Ingrid couldn't understand Spanish, but somehow she knew what the toddler was implying, nodding happily as Isabel continued to babble in incoherent Spanish, entertaining herself by rushing between the two footballers who sat on opposite sides of the mat.

The distance became shorter and shorter, however, as the two footballers inched ever so slowly towards each other, their voices softening as the sky became darker and the space between them smaller.

The curly haired toddler fell exhaustedly into her mothers arms, dropping her lion beside her and cuddling up towards her mothers neck, successfully ending the ongoing conversation between the two adults.

"You are tired, mi amor?"

Instead of answering, she yawned loudly from her comfortable spot in Mapi's arms, Ingrid laughing softly at her tired face.

"I think it's time to head home for some dinner, if that's alright?" Mapi shifted nervously as she stood up, unsure if she should offer her hand to help Ingrid also.

Luckily for her and her decision making, the Norwegian stood up and picked up the blanket before Mapi had finished her internal debate.

"Of course!" Ingrid flushed crimson, her mind and body brought right back down to Earth, the floating feeling slowly evaporating as she folded up the blanket, an uncomfortable silence falling over the duo.

Mapi was right in her prediction that Isabel would fall asleep as they walked home, and Ingrid laughed as she noticed that the girl had passed out almost instantly when she was placed down in the pram, tucked into a blanket and hidden away from the rest of the world with a scarf that Mapi used as a makeshift curtain.

The walk home went quickly and the trio were back in the brightness of the apartment complex before they knew it.

"Thank you for taking me with you this evening." Ingrid smiled gratefully, pulling Mapi into a soft hug.

The Spaniard tried to stop herself from melting into those strong arms, but she was rendered speechless, her heart rate sky rocketing and her eyes closing.

She regained her vocal abilities once the hug broke, clearing her throat awkwardly and averting her eyes. Those green eyes were too much for the Spaniard, they made her palms sweaty and her heart beat too fast for her liking, so she resolved to just not look at them.

"It's no problem. Thank you for keeping me company. It was nice to talk to someone whose entire vocabulary isn't just limited to 'Mami' and 'lion'."

Ingrid laughed, and Mapi realised again that the sound of her laugh had the same effect on her as those sparkling eyes.

As they said goodnight and retreated to their own rooms, Mapi also realised she was well and truly fucked.

Because she couldn't date, there was no time.

But she had fallen for the Norwegian, hard and fast, and she didn't think there was much she could do about it.

"Your Mami is so silly, Isabel!"

~~~~~~

yay finished

I haven’t done much romantic writing so I’m worried that this will be painful for everyone to read (like it was for me) but let me know what you think!

if you have any requests please let me know, i will either add them in or write something about them at some other point (i have seen the ones that have been sent in and i will be writing them, just have to go through planning stages first)

i also was inspired from the olympics and have written a blurb of isabel as a teen competing in a sport (5 cents to anyone who can guess which sport) so please let me know if you'd be interested in reading it hahahah

and also let me know if you see any mistakes because i edited this all in one go and was too lazy to do a final read :)

(in summary, let me know)

have a nice day x

#mapi leon #mapi leon x ingrid engen #alexia putellas #ingrid engen #woso #woso fanfics #barca femeni #fcb femení #woso imagine

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greenorangevioletgrass · 5 months ago

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divorced single dad art x lily's babysitter younger!reader i know it's cliche but please can't stop thinking about it -@diorrfairy

ayyyy i was introduced to this concept by @too-deviant's fic and i haven't stopped thinking abt it since 🥵

you used to feel guilty. you were hired to look after the 5-year-old girl, not suck her father's dick after you put her to bed. but his ex-wife knows and doesn't seem to mind (from the way she shrugs and moves on when she first caught you making out with him in the kitchen, you might even think she encouraged it). and perhaps there is something wrong with you too, because after the third or fourth time, you stopped feeling bad.

when he pulls you into the guest room (always the guest room, never the primary), you simply kick the door closed behind you as he feverishly unbuttons your shirt. "you're so fucking sexy taking care of lily, makes me wanna knock you the fuck up and give you one of your own." he bends you over the crisp white sheets and drags your panties down. "does that come with a raise?" you smirk sardonically over your shoulder, watching him line himself up into your cunt. he wore a condom, of course, but that night, neither of you can help but pretend...

#submission #I AM SICK TO THE STOMACH BY THIS MAN #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #challengers fic #ask ava #ava writes

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foreverisntenough · 1 month ago

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--------- My tiny one shot short below for you 🤍

'The Babysitter'

8.8 k words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ You and Trent decide you to hire some extra help but your two babies don't respond well to her at first. After a few months you start to wonder if you should've trusted their intuition when the babysitter seems to take a little too much interest in your husband, Trent.

I'm posting from my phone so sorry for any grammatical errors!

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Welcoming help into the house had seemed like a good idea at first. With Trent away more often than not, and two little ones to care for, whilst you knew you could handle everything on your own, but it didn’t mean you had to. Especially when you could afford the luxury of help. Dianne had been asked around and came to recommend Molly, a friend of a friend’s daughter. Molly seemed kind, well-educated, and experienced. She was younger than you by a few years, but you didn’t mind that—youth often brought fresh energy, which you figured could be a good thing with your babies, Teddy now four, Theo fourteen months.

When Molly arrived at your home, the atmosphere in the house shifted, though you didn’t notice it right away. You greeted her warmly at the door, taking her through the house room by room, pointing out where everything was—showing her the kitchen, the playroom, the nursery, and the family room. It was routine, nothing too out of the ordinary, but you were eager to introduce her to Teddy and Theo. After all, this was going to be a relationship built on trust, and that trust would start with your children. As you approached the living room, where Teddy was playing quietly with her toys, you felt that familiar flutter of pride for your little girl. At four years old, Teddy was normally reserved but would still be talkative, taking after Trent. You’d taught her to always introduce herself. But today, the moment she saw Molly, she shrank behind your leg, her small fingers curling around the fabric of your jeans as if holding on for dear life.

“Teddy girl, can you say hi” you gently encouraged, kneeling beside her and smoothing down her curls. “This is Molly. She’s going to come hang out with us. Help mummy and play with you and Tio.” You cooed gently. Teddy peeked out from behind you, her big brown eyes wide, flickering up to Molly and then back to you, not saying a word. She wasn’t usually this shy. You frowned a little but kept smiling, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Sorry, she’s just being shy,” you said with a laugh to Molly, trying to keep things light. “She’ll warm up in no time.” You told molly. “Teddy bear, can you say hi please.” You asked Teddy and she declined with a shake of the head.

“No tanks mama, stay with you.” Teddy mumbled her face buried against you, squeezing your leg. Molly gave a polite smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“That’s okay,” Molly replied, her voice light but a bit flat. She crouched down to Teddy’s level, offering a soft greeting, but Teddy pressed herself further into your leg, not budging. Then there was Theo. Sweet, quiet Theo, your just over one-year-old who usually warmed up to people after a few moments. You were holding him in your arms, his small body relaxed against you, his head resting on your shoulder. As Molly approached, his little hands clutched at your shirt, and he turned his face further into your chest, his small body tensing ever so slightly. You could feel his little heart beating faster, his reluctance palpable.

“Tees…” You affectionately said Theo's nickname softly but he didn’t acknowledge your call. “Theo,” you said softly, bouncing him a little in your arms. “Say hi to Molly.” You cooed gently. But Theo refused to lift his head. His tiny hand reached up to clutch the collar of your shirt tighter, as if pulling himself closer to you.

“Mama.” He let out a soft whimper of your name. He held you tighter, his body pressing into yours. You frowned again, feeling a slight unease prickling at the back of your mind. Molly tried once more, this time extending her hand slightly towards Theo, though not too close, respecting his space.

“Hi, mate,” she said softly. But Theo didn’t move, his face still hidden against your chest. It was such a small thing—both kids being shy—but it tugged at you in a way you couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t all that surprising. Your kids weren’t the most outgoing, they were like you and Trent. They took a moment to feel comfortable but your gut twisted seeing them. Although you quickly brushed the feeling aside. They’re just being shy, you told yourself. It’s normal. New people take time, right? Still, you couldn’t ignore how quiet the room had become, the tension in the air suddenly tangible. It was odd, like they knew something. Teddy usually was polite when meeting new people, especially when you had brought someone into the house, it’s not like she was meeting a fan with Trent out whilst they were at the shops, this was in your house with you. And Theo, while quieter and not all that vocal just yet, wasn’t usually this clingy. You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Should you have trusted their instincts more? But you forced yourself to push the unease down. You had already committed to giving this arrangement a chance, and you didn’t want to back out without a good reason. After all, Molly came recommended, and Dianne trusted her friend’s friend, so why shouldn’t you? You didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the help in finding her.

“They’ll get to know you soon enough,” you said with a smile, though you weren’t entirely sure if you were reassuring Molly or yourself. “Promise, they can be very silly, huh?” You giggled pinching at Teddy trying to lighten the mood. Speaking more to her than to Molly. Teddy, who couldn’t contain as squeal as she squirmed away but gave you an annoyed but giggly ‘mama!’ yelp in response, not happy to be breaking her silence and pout in the presence of this new stranger she wasn't keen about. And as the day went on and you tried to get used to having Molly around, that flicker of doubt never entirely left. There was something about how quiet Teddy had been, how tight Theo had held on to you, that lingered in your mind long after Molly left for the day.

Molly had worked for you all for a couple months and it was an adjustment in more ways than you’d anticipated. Having someone else in your home, helping with your children and the day-to-day tasks, was supposed to ease some of the burden—especially with Trent away so often for games and training. At first, you wanted to make an effort to bond with her, to make her feel comfortable and like part of the family, so you tried to get to know her, asking her about her life, her interests, and her experience working with kids. Molly was polite enough, always answering your questions with a smile, but something about her responses felt… off. Every time you tried to steer the conversation toward her, it seemed to loop back to Trent. At first, it was subtle. She asked about his schedule, curious about how often he was home or away, but soon her questions shifted. She’d ask what he liked to eat, if he had a favorite snack or drink, and what time he usually woke up. It seemed innocent on the surface, but there was something in the way she asked that made you uncomfortable. You brushed it off at first, chalking it up to her being curious about working for someone well-known. But it didn’t stop there. Molly began offering to do things that felt unnecessary—she’d suggest taking the kids to Trent’s training facility, saying it would be a “nice surprise” for him to see them during the day. You appreciated the thought, but something about it didn’t sit right with you. Why was she so eager to be around him? Then there were the little things. She’d offer to do laundry, but you’d notice she’d focus on his clothes—ironing them meticulously, folding them with more care than seemed necessary. When Trent was home, she would linger just a little too long, asking if he needed anything, always offering some sort of convenience that made her entire job seem to revolve around him rather than the children. You told yourself you were overthinking it, that it was just your own discomfort with having another person in the house. After all, you weren’t used to having help, and it wasn’t easy letting someone else into such a personal space. But as the days went on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. There were moments when she’d make comments that seemed just a bit too familiar, like when she’d mention how much Trent must appreciate having someone take care of all the little things for him. It felt like she was subtly trying to take credit for things that had always been part of your routine, part of your role as a wife and mother. Why was she so focused on making his life easier, on being the one to anticipate his needs? It was unsettling. You wanted to trust her, to believe that she was just trying to be helpful, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you couldn’t ignore. You pushed the thoughts away, telling yourself that it was paranoia, that you were overreacting. But deep down, you knew. Something wasn’t right. And as the days went by, that uneasy feeling only grew stronger.

Trent had an away match so Molly had helped you that night until he returned. But as her time needed to be at the house came to a close, she was still checking on a few things, gathering her belongings but by then you and Trent had already settled yourselves in the cinema for a movie and a late night cuddle. Although that didn’t last long before things heated up between you two, clothes peeling off, the kiss messy as you straddled his lap. It had become a benefit of having Molly, that you two had more time alone. But your appreciation for Molly was suddenly shattered.

“Oh shit! Mol… Molly.” You stuttered awkwardly seeing the light from the hallway get let into the room through the door as she opened it. Trent grunted not exactly thrilled that your hands flew off him grabbing for a blanket next to you, confused why you were stopping. You quickly pulled the blanket up further around you and Trent, your heart pounding in your chest from the shock and the vulnerability of the moment. “Molly, is everything okay?” you asked, your voice steady but with both an edge of annoyance and embarrassment you couldn’t quite hide. Your brows furrowed with your jaw slacked as you tried to keep your composure. You bare chest heaved out of breath from shock under the blanket now in front of Trent who was still taking in what was happening. She never interrupted like this, especially not when her workday was already done. You’d always trusted her to let herself out, to shoot a quick text if needed. This wasn’t like her—or maybe, you were realizing, you had missed something all along. Molly shifted in the doorway, her face flushed but not in the way one might expect from someone genuinely embarrassed. It was more like she had been caught in something—something that didn’t quite sit right.

“I—I just wanted to check if you still needed me to come on Wednesday,” she said, her voice light. She glanced at Trent briefly, then back at you, her apology feeling insincere but her eyes lingering a little too long on Trent. He ran his hands over his face adjusting to the circumstances. Your brow furrowed deeper, the unease you had been feeling since the hiring before beginning to churn into something more intense. You’d already confirmed with her several times about her schedule—Wednesdays were always the same. There was no reason for her to be here, let alone come into the room, let alone while you and Trent were in the middle of… well, clearly something private.

“Yeah, sorry about this but erm… you know we need you on Wednesdays,” you replied, your voice firmer now, laced with a hint of suspicion. You weren’t sure what game she was playing, but whatever it was, it didn’t sit well with you. Trent, who had been so relaxed only moments ago, was now sitting up straighter, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“We’ve had the same schedule for months now.” Trent added not rudely but seriously. Molly’s eyes flicked to Trent again, and you could feel your body tense on top of him seeing her look at him. Reminding you very clearly he was yours, he was under you. You could sense his growing irritation but you weren’t sure if it was the interruption of what was about to happen or just her in general. But Trent wasn’t the type to let anyone make you feel uncomfortable, especially in your own home, and right now, he was clearly on edge.

“Sorry, I must have forgotten,” Molly said, her voice quieter now, but still not entirely convincing. She took a step back, and for a second, you thought she might leave. But then she hesitated in the doorway again, her eyes darting back to Trent one more time before finally mumbling another half-hearted apology and slipping out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, the tension in your body slowly unwinding. You turned to Trent, his expression hard, his jaw clenched as he stared at the closed door. His arms instinctively wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you back into his chest protectively.

“What the hell was that about?” he muttered, his voice low but simmering with annoyance but flicking to you with inquiry. He glanced down at you, concern flashing briefly in his eyes. “That didn’t feel right. You nodded, your mind spinning. You’d had an uneasy feeling for a while now, but this? This was crossing a line.

“I don’t know, but it’s been off. She knew her schedule, T. She didn’t need to come into the room, especially not like that. T baby… she’s been…” You stuttered and then paused trying to think how to phrase this. Trent’s hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, but you could feel the tension still radiating from him.

“You think she’s been weird with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly trying to gauge if this was about more than just tonight.

“I don’t know,” you said but you knew exactly that she had been, biting your lip. “But something’s been off with her for a while. The way the kids were hesitant around her when she first came… It feels like I ignored my gut, but now—this was different. She had no reason to come in here, and definitely not while we were… like that.”

“And you’re sure this isn’t just being protective over me and our babies?” Trent asked gently, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. But it wasn’t dismissive—he was genuinely trying to understand, and that’s what made you feel even more validated. Trent let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, clearly thinking things through. He leaned back a little, eyes soft but serious. “Okay, I hear you. You’re right, walking in like that was weird. Definitely weird considering…. She didn’t need to be anywhere near here that late at night.” He chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, still processing what happened “I mean, if I were her, I would’ve made sure not to interrupt my boss in the middle of… well, this.” You laughed softly with him. but it was brief, your mind still on the situation.

“I don’t know, T. I really don’t know. The way she looks at you sometimes… It’s not just admiration. And when she’s around the kids, it’s like she’s too focused on impressing you. Not in a professional way either.”

“Do you think she’s trying to get close to me? Like… crossing a line? Really crossing a line?” Trent raised an eyebrow, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek.

“Honestly? Yeah, maybe. And that’s what’s bothering me. I mean, she’s young, she’s probably just caught up in all the Trent Alexander-Arnold stuff.” Trent rolled his eyes with a soft laugh at you saying his name like that, “But baby it’s still odd, and I’m not sure I feel comfortable with her in our house.” You cooed.Trent nodded slowly, his expression softening even more.

“Hey, pretty girl… if you want her gone, she’s gone, baby. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s enough for me. I don’t care if she’s good at her job—if she’s making you feel uneasy, then she’s out. I’ll handle it.” He cooed. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words, but there was still that lingering sense of unease. It wasn’t just about Molly’s inappropriate behavior, but about how protective you felt of your family—of Trent, of your babies, of the sanctuary your home was supposed to be.

“I don’t want to fire her. It’s her job. I just… now I feel bad.” You said quietly, resting your head back on his chest. “But our family is too important to me. My babies…. My T…. I don’t want anyone disrupting that.” You pouted. Trent’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing your forehead softly.

“Baby, come on now.” He teased with a sweet sincere smile. “No one could ever come between you and me and those two silly tots we got upstairs. We’re solid. Mummy, Ted, Tees and daddy—we’re a team. I’m always going to have your back, just like you’ve got mine, yeah?” He smirked and kissed you again. You smiled into his chest, feeling reassured by his words.

“Thanks for listening,” you murmured.

“Of course,” he replied, pulling you even closer. “But seriously, I’m going to make sure this is handled. No one makes my wife uncomfortable and gets to stick around.” He cooed and you giggled stupidly just liking anytime, even after years, trent stuck up for you. You felt a surge of affection for him, realizing how lucky you were to have someone who always put your feelings first. Trent’s protectiveness wasn’t overbearing—it was loving, rooted in his commitment to making sure you always felt safe and secure. You both fell into a comfortable silence, the warmth of the blankets around you, the hum of the TV still playing in the background, though you weren’t paying attention anymore. Trent pressed a kiss to your temple again, and you sighed in contentment.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” you teased softly, your eyes twinkling. ”Oh my god, you’re sucha boy…Little attention from the nanny got you acting all smug.” You smirked. Trent returned the smile, raising an eyebrow as he leaned down closer to you, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered,

“The only attention I want is from you, baby. And trust me, you give me more than enough.” He cooed. You giggled, playfully swatting at his chest as you shifted in his lap, snuggling back into his arms.

“Good answer,” you said with a satisfied smile.

“You know I only have eyes for you. Always have, always will.” He grinned down at you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His words, as simple as they were, filled you with warmth. You loved how he could make you feel cherished with just a few sentences, how he knew exactly what to say to melt away any doubt.

“You better,” you replied softly, gazing up at him with a teasing smile. “No one else is putting up with your dramatic ass.” You pinched at him and he acted as if it hurt until he fell into a smile and pulled you into a silly messy kiss and then it turn soft and slow, as if he had all the time in the world to show you just how much he meant it. When he pulled away, you let out a breath, feeling lighter, more at ease.

“Now, can we please finish this movie?” Trent asked with a grin, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and amusement.

“Yeah, you want to watch the movie?” You laughed, leaning back into him knowing he was really itching to get you back over top of him again. As you both settled back on the couch, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you, the earlier tension now completely gone, you knew you could face whatever came your way. With Trent by your side, everything felt right. The next morning, you’d deal with the situation with Molly. But for now, you were content to just be here, in this moment, with the man you loved, knowing that nothing could disrupt the life and love you had built together.

And so a few days had passed since the interruption. You were standing in the kitchen, casually tidying up after breakfast, when Trent's phone buzzed on the island. He'd just popped upstairs for a quick shower, enjoying a rare day off. At first, you ignored it, assuming it was a message about something trivial. But then it buzzed again, the screen lighting up with a notification that caught your eye. Molly. It wasn't that she texted often, so it piqued your curiosity. Maybe she had a question about her payment or something like that. You tried to brush it off, but when the second text came, you found yourself glancing at the screen. The preview of the second message read:

'OMG pls delete! Sorry! I didn't mean to send to you.'

Your brow furrowed in confusion. What could she have sent to Trent by mistake? A sense of unease crept over you, but you brushed it off as you picked up the phone. Trent was always open with you, and he wouldn't mind if you checked to see what was going on. Right? You slid open the message. What met your eyes made your heart stop. A video. You clicked on it without thinking, and instantly, a naked molly laying on a bed getting off burned into your brain. But what made the vile rise in your throat was the unmistakable sound of Molly moaning Trent's name. The desperate whine filled the kitchen. The phone slipped slightly in your hand as shock washed over you. Your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest as you quickly swiped the video away, exiting out of it as fast as you could. But the damage was done. You'd seen-and heard-enough. The room seemed to close in around you as you stood frozen, the reality of what just happened sinking in. Molly. Moaning. Trent's name. Your husband’s name. The phone in your hand suddenly felt like a weight you couldn't hold, and you set it back down on the counter with trembling fingers. For a moment, you couldn't breathe. What was that? Why did she send that? And worse-why was she saying his name? You felt a mix of anger and disgust bubble up inside you. There was no way you were imagining this. No way you were overreacting now. Your instincts about Molly had been right from the start-she wasn't just a harmless nanny with a little crush. This was something more. Something you never could've imagined. Your mind raced, replaying the moments leading up to this, all the signs that now felt so obvious. The way she looked at Trent, the excuses she made to linger when he was around, the strange energy that you couldn't quite put your finger on but now seemed glaringly clear. Your chest tightened as you stood there, trying to figure out what to do. Trent had no idea. God, you hoped he had no idea. He had no idea that this woman-this person you'd let into your home, around your children-was capable of something like this.As you stood there, feeling the weight of the situation sink in, you heard the water upstairs shut off. Trent would be coming down any second now. Your stomach twisted with the thought of confronting him, of telling him what had just happened. You knew you had to say something, but how? How were you supposed to explain this? You took a deep breath, your heart still racing as you tried to compose yourself. There was no way you were letting this go. Molly was done. She wasn't setting foot in this house again. But first, you needed to talk to Trent.

As Trent came down the stairs, his skin still damp from the shower and his shoulders relaxed from the day off, he caught sight of you sitting at the kitchen table. You were now holding Theo, up from his nap, but your gaze was far away, deep in thought. There was an unfamiliar heaviness in the air, and he could sense it immediately. Still, he walked over with that cheeky grin, trying to keep things light.

"Am I in trouble?" he asked playfully, as if expecting some little domestic joke or quip about his bags by the door. You looked up, giving him a soft pout, shaking your head.

"No," you said, but there was a weight behind the word that didn't match your usual tone. Theo, ever the restless little boy, squirmed in your arms, eager to get to his dad. His little hands reached out, his legs kicking, and so you gently put him down. The moment his feet hit the floor, he stumbled over to Trent, his unsteady legs wobbling as he reached for him. Trent immediately bent down, grabbing Theo's chubby little arms and lifting them high above his head to steady him, smiling down at his son. But when he looked back at you, his expression changed-concerned now, no more teasing.

"What's going on then?" He asked. You took a long breath, feeling the weight of what you were about to say sink deeper into your chest. You couldn't put it off, not after what you had seen. A part of you felt a bit worried that Trent and Molly had somehow managed to pull the wool over your eyes.

"I... I looked at your phone," you started, immediately seeing the slight confusion in his eyes. He smirked thinking you were awfully dramatic for looking at his innocent phone filled with football schedules, photos of Teddy, and texts to his mum. "There was a text from Molly." You said unprecedented. Trent's brow furrowed, clearly not expecting that. "At first, I thought it was about work or something. But then... another one came through." You explained hesitantly. Theo was still tugging at Trent's joggers, his little fingers gripping the fabric as he babbled, but Trent barely noticed, his focus locked onto you. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to continue. "She sent you a video... of her. And she…” His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stood there, stunned into silence. “She moaned your name as she…” You paused. “Well she was masturbating in it." You awkwardly explained. His eyes widened all the more, and for a moment, he just stood there, stunned into a complete silence. Theo pulled more insistently at his joggers, impatiently wanting his dad's attention, but Trent remained frozen, his mind spinning, trying to process what you'd just said. Finally, Theo's persistence won out, and Trent glanced down at him.

"Sorry, Tees," he murmured barely aloud, lifting Theo into his arms with one hand, his gaze still fixed on you, full of confusion and disbelief. "I…I can't believe that," Trent finally muttered. "Let me see the text." He asked you.

"No!" You yelped, grabbing his phone from the table before he could reach for it, a laugh bubbling out of you despite the tension. "You are not seeing that, T!” Your eyes lighting up with both fear and hilarity. Trent raised an eyebrow, still trying to piece things together, but there was the faintest glint of amusement behind his serious expression.

"Baby..." he said in that low, teasing voice, his hand reaching out, palm up, as if coaxing the phone from you.

"You're holding our son! There is no way you're going to see our babysitter touching herself saying *your name like that." You shook your head, laughing again, Trent rolled his eyes, smirking slightly, but you could see the shift in his expression-the disbelief giving way to a quiet, protective anger. You sat at the kitchen table, staring at Trent as you reached for his phone again. "Alright, I'm playing it for you," you warned him, your voice stern. “But you’re not seeing the girl’s… well I have an opinionated description but my Theo doesn’t need that and neither do you.” You smirked. He nodded with a sympathetic yet sheepish look, still clearly not expecting what was about to come. You hit play, and the unmistakable sound of Molly moaning his name filled the air. His eyes widened, stunned into silence, and you could see the realization dawn on him. "Trent." You didn't hesitate, narrowing your eyes as you said his name with a warning edge pausing the video. He snapped out of his shock with a laugh, but it was more out of surprise than interest or amusement.

"Baby.. I didn't think you were serious," he stammered, his voice rising with disbelief. "That's insane." You looked at him, keeping your face dead serious.

"I am fucking serious, T. She works for us and that was not a mistake." You whined. Trent shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the unsettling sound he'd just heard.

"Well, she's obviously fired," he said bluntly, his tone more serious now as he looked at you. Theo, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between you and his dad, giggled and patted at Trent's cheek, trying to pull his attention back to playing. Trent gave Theo a small smile, his free hand brushing over his son's curls, but his eyes met yours, silently reassuring you that he understood just how serious this was. You leaned back in your chair, shaking your head with a wry smile.

"I knew something felt off with her. But I never thought it was this. Like do you know how fucking insane that is to send that not only to the person you work for but to a father… a husband… like she is so integrated in our lives and she tries to play it off like it was a mistake." Your bottom lip quivered. Trent sat down next to you, balancing Theo on his lap. A free arm wrapping around your waist. You leaned into him. “She holds my babies, my beautiful little babies I made with you and then she sends you a video like that.” You whimpered.

"I’m so so sorry, beautiful. Well, you were right. I can't believe she did that… and after being in our house, with our kids. I know you’re going to worry but you don’t have to, I will take care of everything." His voice was low but simmering with anger. "You shouldn't have had to deal with that."

"I just... she crossed so many lines. And you know me, I trust you. But I needed you to know." You sighed, glancing at the phone again, still in your hand.He nodded, his expression softening as he reached out to hold your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"I know. I'm so sorry, baby. I’m sorry you had to find out something like this. But I'm glad you told me." He cooed. Theo babbled again, squirming in Trent's lap, Trent finally tore his gaze away from you to focus on his son. "You're okay, mate, yeah?" he murmured, bouncing Theo slightly, the tension in his body starting to ease as he focused on the present.

“Dada!! Dada! Mama!” Theo squealed in a jumbled babble. Lighting up seeing you both. His adorable smile making dimples sink into his cheeks mirroring the ones in Trent’s. You watched them for a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips as you thought about how easily Trent could shift from being your rock to being the world's best dad. He caught your eye again, that same soft smile on his face, and you both knew-no matter how bizarre or frustrating this situation was, you'd handle it together.

"Alright, alright," he said, more soberly now. "I was serious though, baby. She's out. We'll change the locks tomorrow, promise." He glanced down at Theo, who was now very content with the attention,sitting on his dad’s lap, completely oblivious to the adult tension in the room. Trent gave him a playful squeeze. "We need to find someone who doesn't fancy daddy so much, huh?" Trent teased. You couldn't help but pout slightly, your lips pressing together as you watched Trent be so nonchalant about the situation. It was part of his charm, but still-it unnerved you just a little. Trent moved Theo to his leg closest to you. He leaned down, his lips brushing over your forehead in a sweet, grounding kiss then looking at Theo. "Cause daddy loves mummy so much. We don't need anyone else, huh?" He cooed. Theo nuzzled into Trent, his little face pressing against his dad's chest in a gesture that made your heart swell. You smiled, mouthing a quiet ‘thank you’ as you reached out to kiss Trent's shoulder, finding comfort in his warmth. His smile softening as he wrapped his arms around you and Theo. "We don't need anyone but mummy in our lives," he added, his voice tender. You nodded, finally feeling the tension melt away. It had been a weird, uncomfortable moment, but now, as you stood there with your husband and your little boy, the love between you all was what mattered most. It just ached that someone you invited into your home tried to seduce your husband, the man holding you and your little boy.

You stood in the kitchen, arms crossed tightly over your chest, shifting from foot to foot. The idea of Molly coming back to the house made your stomach twist, but you hadn’t found the right moment to tell Trent how unsettled you felt about it. Finally, you mustered the courage and spoke, your voice a little shaky.

“Trent… I’m scared for her to come back to the house.” Trent was standing by the counter, and as soon as the words left your mouth, he looked up. His expression softened immediately, and without hesitation, he walked over to you. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as he gently swayed you back and forth, trying to soothe your nerves. You could feel his calm energy, and it helped a little, but the anxiety still bubbled inside you. He smiled softly, knowing exactly how to ease your fears.

“Baby, I got this. Don’t worry,” he reassured, his deep voice steady and comforting. “I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to her. You’re not doing this alone.” You rested your head on his chest, letting yourself relax slightly against him, but the worry lingered.

“It just feels awkward… like, it’s not ideal. I don’t want to fire her over the phone, but having her here makes me feel—” You frowned.

“I know,” he cut in, his hands staying firmly on you, grounding you. “But we’ll do it face to face, with respect. And trust me, I’ll make sure she is no longer working for us.” Trent’s confidence always thrived in moments like this, where he had to step up, be the protector, the dad, the husband. He didn’t shy away from responsibility; he embraced it. You could feel it in the way he held you, the unspoken promise that he would fix this. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your temple, and you closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss. “You don’t have to be scared,” he murmured. “I’m here. We’ll handle it together.” You nodded, letting out a small breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but with Trent by your side, you felt just a little braver.

When Molly arrived, it was like the warmth in the house disappeared. The air felt heavy, and the tension was immediate. Trent stood tall, his usual calm demeanor in place, but there was an edge to him. He kept his words straightforward and polite, informing Molly that her services were no longer needed. He didn't mention the text or the video. He didn't have to. But Molly had other plans. She stepped forward, too close to Trent, making him instinctively step back, his brow furrowing as he tried to process what she was doing. There was an unsettling boldness in her posture, like she thought the moment had been orchestrated just for them.

"You don't need her, Trent. You could have anything you want." Her voice was low, almost predatory as she spoke. Her words dripped with insinuation, and then she crossed a line you could never have expected. "How often are you even getting to have sex anymore? I could offer another service if you need it." Trent's face twisted in disbelief, but before he could respond, the sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor broke the tension. Teddy came running from the kitchen, her sweet voice babbling excitedly unaware what was happening in the foyer.

"Daddy! Daddy, come be with me and mummy! Hurries!" Her innocent interruption was a lifeline, pulling Trent away from the bizarre reality of the moment. You heard her too, and instinctively chased after her, scooping her up as you came to the entryway. You barely made eye contact with Molly, your heart pounding in your chest. But she wasn't done. She turned to you, saying your name like she could explain herself, like she could reason her way out of what she'd done. It was strange it was like this person in front of you now was like someone you had never met.

"Molly, I was so kind to you. Why... why would you do something like that?" Your voice cracked with emotion as you struggled to understand. The words felt surreal coming out of your mouth. You had trusted her, and now here she was, trying to rip apart your family. Your hands trembled, and tears began to well in your eyes. Trent picked Teddy up, his strong arms cradling her gently as he turned to you.

"C'mere, my baby bear," he whispered softly to Teddy, kissing her forehead. "I'll come be with you and Mama in just a second, okay?" Teddy clung to Trent, still oblivious to the situation but sensing something wasn't right.

"This is my family," you said, your voice shaking as the tears finally spilled over. You’d laughed with her weeks ago and now she was making you cry. "This isn't some random person for you to sext. Why?" As you kept talking, your emotions overwhelmed you. Trent's eyes flashed with protective anger as he gently handed Teddy to you, his arms wrapping around you both. "You’re okay, baby.” He pressed a kiss into your hair, his touch reassuring.

“Ted, go with mummy to the kitchen," he murmured, his voice calm but firm, his presence steady. I'll handle it." You stood there, holding Teddy tight, tears streaming down your face as Trent kissed you once more, this time on your temple. You buried your face in your daughter's hair, inhaling her soft scent, trying to ground yourself in the love you had, the love that Molly could never come close to. Trent's hand found the back of your head, gently soothing you as he took control of the situation, ready to protect what mattered most.

As you left the room with Teddy in your arms, the weight of your emotions overwhelmed you. Your heart pounded as you tried to steady your breathing, clutching your little girl close. You could still hear the confrontation behind you, but it felt like a blur. All you wanted was to protect your daughter from the turmoil inside the house. Molly began stammering, attempting to explain herself, her voice faltering as she realized the gravity of her actions. But Trent cut her off sharply, his voice laced with controlled anger.

“I don’t need to hear your excuses about the text,” he said, his words dripping with disdain. “It was beyond inappropriate.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping but growing in intensity. “What you will never understand is that you will never be my Y/N. No matter how good you think you look, you will never look as good as my wife. No matter how sweet you are, you will never be as sweet as my wife.” His words were like fire, burning through any delusions Molly might have had. His voice grew even more forceful as he continued, “You will never be something I want because you’re not her. You’re not the mother of my children, the woman who holds my life together. You will never understand what that woman does for me—what she is to me.” His words hung in the air, the tension palpable. Then, with a finality that left no room for argument, Trent said, “You no longer work for us. You will never step within 100 yards of my family, my wife, my children. My fucking children.” The rare, burning anger in his voice echoed down the hallway, and you could feel the intensity of it as you stood in the corridor, trying to listen while comforting Teddy.

“Whys dada yelling?” she asked, her voice trembling. Her small body squirmed against you, her little face scrunched up with worry.

“Daddy’s upset, sweetheart,” you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. “He’s just protecting us, okay? It’s going to be alright.” You kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter. But inside, your heart raced, and your stomach churned as you heard Trent’s anger grow. It was rare for him to lose his cool like this, and it only showed how deeply this betrayal had affected him. You rocked Teddy gently, her little arms wrapped around your neck as you stood there, feeling the weight of what had happened, but also the fierce love and protection Trent was showing for you and your family. Trent was pacing, his fists clenched and his voice louder than you’d ever heard it. The fury was raw, and it startled you to see him like this, his protectiveness unleashed into a rare, burning anger.

“Nah, fuck this!” he shouted, his face red with fury. “My fucking family gives you a job, and you throw pull that shit? Tell me you can do more than my wife!” His voice echoed through the house, each word sharper than the last. You knew this wasn’t the man you saw every day—the calm, collected, loving partner. He was angry in a way that you’d never fully witnessed before, and it felt like the only thing that could calm him was you. You set Teddy down and quietly, you came up behind him, your footsteps soft on the floor, and without saying a word, you slipped your arms around his waist.

“Trent… Baby…” Your voice was soft, a balm to his fury. “It’s enough now.” You whispered, resting your head against his strong back, you pressed your cheek into his shoulder. He was breathing heavily, the muscles in his body still tense, but your touch had an immediate effect. His heart was still pounding in his chest, but as he stood there, feeling you holding onto him, he began to calm. You whispered again, your voice barely audible, “Please… enough.” Trent took a deep, shaky breath. His fists loosened at his sides, and you could feel the tension start to melt away. Sure, she had only sent a video but it was weighted, it was inappropriate, and both you and Trent felt threatened by it. Being in the spotlight made your relationship with the outside world very scary and this was the that exact fear coming to fruition.

“Please leave our home,” he said, his voice low and firm. “And please never come back.” He was still angry, but now he was in control. Molly stood frozen, her eyes darting between you and Trent, but she could see it was over. Her chance to explain, to apologize—none of it mattered anymore. You didn’t need words to tell her how done you were. Your eyes spoke volumes, and with a quiet, pleading look, you mouthed, ‘just go.’ She hesitated for a moment but then slowly turned and left without another word, the front door closing behind her with a finality that felt like a weight lifting from the house. Trent turned to you, his face still flushed, but the fire had gone. Teddy, who had quietly trailed behind you, was sobbing softly, her tiny hands reaching out for him. Trent immediately scooped her up, his expression softening as he kissed her tear-streaked cheeks. “It’s okay, baby bear. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice tender and full of love. “Shh, don’t cry. Daddy’s not mad anymore.” You could see the shift in him, the protector back in his role. He held Teddy close, rocking her gently, but you could still sense his need to fully calm down.

“I’m going to make sure Theo didn’t wake up,” he said, looking at you with a softness that replaced all the anger from earlier. You nodded, giving him a small smile of reassurance. Trent gave you a lingering kiss on the forehead before turning and walking upstairs with Teddy in his arms, her little face nestled into his neck. As you watched him go, you exhaled deeply, feeling the heaviness of the moment finally starting to pass. But through it all, one thing was clear: Trent’s fierce love for you and the kids was unshakable.

You stepped outside, the cool air hit your face, a sharp contrast to the intensity that had filled the house moments earlier. Molly was halfway down the driveway, her posture tense, but she stopped when she heard you call her name.

“Hey, Molly.” She turned to face you, her expression caught between fear and defiance. You walked toward her slowly, every step deliberate. The weight of what had just happened lingered between you, thick in the air. You weren’t one to lash out, but this—this was different. “You know,” you began, your voice steady but laced with a cold edge, “I don’t know why you felt the need to try to seduce my husband. I don’t understand how you could come into our home, take care of my babies, and act like this. But I hope—” your voice sharpened, “I hope you remember this if you ever have a family one day. What it feels like to have someone try to threaten that. To come inside your home and hold your babies with an agenda.” Molly’s mouth opened as if to say something, but you held up a hand. A subtle shake of your head silenced her before the words could form. You didn’t want excuses, and you certainly didn’t want an apology. “We all make mistakes,” you said, your voice quieter now but still pointed, “and I really hope someone’s next mistake happens to you. Maybe then you’ll understand what it feels like.” Her eyes widened, stunned by the venom in your words. You were proud of yourself for not backing down, for standing your ground and protecting the family you’d built. The tension in the air was palpable, but it was clear who had the upper hand now. Your eyes narrowed as you looked her up and down one last time, and with a finality in your voice, you said, “Goodbye, Molly.”

You turned and walked back inside without waiting for her response, closing the door firmly behind you. As you stepped into the nursery, the warmth of the room instantly enveloped you, a contrast to the tension and cold that had filled the house earlier. The soft glow of the lamps cast shadows that danced on the walls, creating a peaceful haven from the storm of emotions downstairs. The sound of Theo’s little giggles filled the space, a melody of pure joy as Trent’s large hands tickled his chubby sides. Theo wriggled and squealed, trying to escape but loving every second of the attention from his dad.

“Is my sleepy boy awake now?” you asked playfully, leaning against the doorway with a smile, taking in the scene before you. Theo, paused his giggling for a second to look up at you with his wide, innocent eyes, a smile still plastered across his face. Trent turned to face you, and the sight of him—cradling your son, with Teddy hanging off him like he was a personal playground —made your heart swell. It was a snapshot of everything you loved, everything that mattered.

“Mama!!!! Come play with Daddy and Tio please!” Teddy’s voice, full of excitement, pulled you from your thoughts as she tugged on Trent’s shirt, determined to keep the attention on her. With a grin, you walked over, your fingers running through her soft hair as you gently pried her off Trent.

“Come here, my beautiful girl,” you whispered, scooping her into your arms. You couldn’t resist tickling her sides, and her loud, uninhibited laughter echoed through the room, mixing with Theo’s earlier giggles. Her joy was infectious, and soon you were all laughing. Trent chuckled, watching you with that look in his eyes that told you just how much he adored you—how much he adored this life. Still holding Theo in one arm, he reached out with his free hand and pulled you and Teddy in closer, enveloping the three of you in his protective embrace. It was a moment of complete unity, the four of you bundled together, a perfect reflection of the love and strength you had built as a family. You rested your head against Trent’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. His warmth, his strength—it was everything you needed in that moment. You glanced up at him, and his eyes were soft, his lips curled into a tender smile that made your breath catch. Your heart felt full to the brim, the kind of full that brought tears to your eyes. And it must have shown, because Teddy, always so observant despite her age, looked up at her daddy, her little face scrunched in that thoughtful way she had.

“I like Daddy’s smile,” she said, her voice small but sure. “‘Cause makes mama smile.” Her words struck you deeply. You let out a soft giggle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“I like it too, baby,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “I love it especially because you and Tio have it too, because you look just like Daddy, huh?” Trent’s arm tightened around you, and you felt the slight shift in his posture as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. His lips brushed your hair, and the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine.

“I love you,” he whispered softly, his words meant just for you. “I love our family.” But then his gaze shifted, and he looked at both of your children, his expression becoming more serious, more intense. He bent down slightly to meet Teddy’s eyes, his voice quiet but filled with emotion as he said, “I love being yours” The sincerity in his voice hung in the air, wrapping around you like a blanket. He shifted Theo, who was now sleepy from all the tickling, onto his other arm. Theo yawned, his tiny hand resting on Trent’s shoulder, his eyelids fluttering as he started to drift off again. Teddy, still curled in your lap, beamed up at her daddy, her eyes shining with love.

“We love, dada,” she said, her small voice full of certainty, her arms wrapping around your waist as if she could squeeze you both tighter. You blinked away the tears welling up in your eyes and looked up at Trent. He caught your gaze and smiled, that familiar smile that made everything feel right.

“I love you more, baby bear. We don’t ever need anyone else,” Trent cooed. The weight of the day seemed to melt away in the warmth of the embrace.

“Always just us. Just us.” You cooed. Trent pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment. “Maybe one more though.” You whispered cheekily. Trent pulled back to look at you with all the love in the world reflected in his eyes. He winked at you as if to agree. In that moment, with your daughter in your lap, your son on Trent’s arm, and the overwhelming feeling of love filling every corner of the room, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, this was your home. This was your family. And nothing else mattered.

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dazed-and-confused23 · 5 months ago

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Wouldn't Be Nice

Summary: After his divorce, Cooper Howard finds himself in need of a babysitter. That's where you come in.

Pairings: Pre-War Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings: flirting and heavy petting. readers got a bit of a praise kink. Pretty domestic.

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With the divorce came more responsibility, and that meant less free time with Janey and more searching for anyone who would hire him. He only had his daughter every other week, and while he did miss her - Coop always missed her - when Janey was with Barb it left him free to pursue other odd jobs that would keep food on the table. However, there were days that Cooper couldn't be there all the time, so after finding your ad in the paper, the ex-actor hired you to babysit Janey.

You didn't cost him an arm and a leg, and after the first couple of days, his daughter seemed to love having you around. That had won you enough brownie points from Cooper that he'd decided to keep you around. He had offered to pay you extra for keeping the apartment clean, Barb had taken the house, but you had shot him down, claiming that he paid you plenty.

Today, he'd come home, tired after working a children's birthday, and still dressed in his costume, to find you in the kitchen cleaning up after an early dinner. You greet him with a smile and a soft hello.

"Where's Janey?" He asks, keeping the same quiet tone. You nod at the bedrooms.

"Sleeping. She was tired after going to the park this evening. How was work?"

Cooper groans dramatically in response, and catching your soft grin is worth it. He kicks off his boots and strides into the kitchen, fetching himself a cold nuka-cola, "It was fine. The kids were great, but their parents always got somethin' to say."

Mr. Howard had told you a little about why his marriage had fallen out, but he intentionally kept most of it unsaid. You knew enough to know not to trust anything that Vault-Tec did, and you were fine with that. It wasn't any of your business what happened between them. Even if you were occasionally curious.

He watches you rinse the dishes out of the corner of his eye, taking in your soft curves and your messy bun. You're pretty and nice, and Janey loves you. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to you, and he'd caught the way you looked at him sometimes. It makes Cooper wonder if you'd want to stay here more often.

The ex-actor decides to throw caution to the wind and sets his cola down before he steps behind you, so close that he can feel the heat your radiate. He watches the line of your shoulders tense, and your movements slow to a crawl. Cooper drags his teeth across his bottom lip and then reaches out, his hands resting on your hips.

Cooper hears you swallow and catches your eye when you turn back to look at him, "Mr. Howard?"

"You do such a good job looking after Janey, Sugar," Cooper murmured, and inches forward, his chest brushing against your hair, "You won't let me pay you more, so how about somethin' else?"

One wet hand curls around his wrist, nails biting into his skin. Your voice is just above a whisper, "I don't think that's such a good idea, Mr. Howard."

Cooper drags his thumbs back and forth along your hips, the touch anything but innocent, "What have I said about calling me that?"

"It makes you feel old, and to call you Cooper," you rattle off, the words memorized by how often the ex-actor says them to you. Cooper nods, his chin grazing your hair.

"Good girl," Cooper praises, and his lips curl in a wicked smirk when he feels the way you shudder at the praise. His hands inch forward, fingertips brushing your inner thighs, and Coop wishes that you weren't wearing pants, "Come on, please? You do so much for us, baby. Let me give this to you."

His fingertips slip between the apex of your legs, dragging over your clothed sex, and Cooper sighs at just how hot you feel. You make a soft, startled sound, but you don't pull away from him. He presses himself along your back, molding himself to your curves as he hooks his chin over your shoulder to press delicate kisses to your throat.

Arousal pools in your lower stomach, and you can't help the way that you press into those devious touches to your core. You tilt your head back, exposing more of your throat, and feel the grin the ex-actor wears against your flesh.

The hand around his wrist releases him, and Cooper doesn't waste time sliding his palm under your shirt. He strokes your stomach, trailing his hand up and beneath your bra to tweak and pinch your nipple. Coop pushes you into the counter, using the leverage to grind against your ass.

Cooper’s fun is suddenly cut short by the sound of a door creaking open. Your head jerks up, wacking the ex-actor in the nose hard enough for him to grunt, and tears come to his eyes. He stumbled back just in time for Janey to come be-popping around the corner, a stuffed dog held tight in one hand.

You round the bar in the kitchen, smiling down at Janey while Cooper is making sure he doesn't have a bloody nose. He watches you crouch in front of his daughter, speaking softly enough that he doesn't catch whatever you say to her. Whatever it was makes Janey laugh and toddle back to her bedroom, a tired smile on her little face.

The two of you look at one another once she's gone, and then the two of you are giggling like children, red in the face after being interrupted by Cooper’s daughter. He meets you in the living room, hands resting on your hips as he faces you. You grin, reaching up to cradle his jaw.

"Is your nose okay?"

Cooper snickers and nods, "It's fine, baby. Come on, we should probably talk, hmm?"

#cooper howard #fallout #fallout prime #x reader #cooper howard x reader #pre war cooper howard #wouldn't be nice

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poppy-metal · 3 months ago

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mdlb with art but as the babysitter. tashi booked a spa day but knows he can't be trusted on his own.

he's shy and sweet and blushy around you at first. you make grilled cheese and watch a movie on the couch but a kissing scene comes on and he's suddenly fidgety in his seat his shorts suddenly all pokey. he whines and looks at you with wet eyes as your fingers caress the bump and you're asking if he knows what to do with that...

my clit is rock hard rn I'm not gonna lie to you - tashi has the scene all planned out and you know everything beforehand, arts safewords and likes and dislikes ect. she wants him to have a more active role play partner because with her busy schedule she doesn't always have the time to play mommy. why not hire someone to play mommy for her? and other roles, later - if need be.

watching innapropriate movies with him so he's hard and stiff in his shorts - and because he's innocent - he doesn't know any better - what's cheating to a good little mommy's boy? some pretty lady coos at him and he's melting - letting you pull down his shorts and gasping when you swallow him all down in one go - your throat seems endless - so warm and tight inside and he hits all the way to the back and you don't even need to sputter and pull back - you're able to just keep him there - gently swallowing around him - and he's lost in the euphoria of it - legs coming up to hug your head, hands in your hair - cupping your head -

he thinks he'll have to beg tashi to make you babysit him everyday - you're his new favorite person -

and if the dynamic happens to stretch beyond just art and his cock is still twitching in your warm mouth when mommy gets back home - well. he always wanted to see his mommy play with another pretty girl.

maybe you excelled so well, better than tashi even thought, that you deserve some extra form of payment - a little tlc to that throbbing place between your legs you've neglected all day because you were so focused on pleasing her boy.

sigh <3333

#ask #tw mdlb #can u imagine her fucking you stupid on her strap while art cuddles up next to you and brushes your hair back #tells you how pretty you are <333 #and waking up to art cooking you breakfast- out of littlespace - back to being art donaldson the man #and that makes..... you feel tummy flutters.... down there #but its not your place - you're a switch yeah but tashi only wants you for art when hes in that headspace #theres no use lusting for him as a man

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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 9 months ago

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slippery when wet

pairing: post re8! chris x reader

cw: fingering, thigh grinding, thumb sucking, reader is frothing at the mouth (metaphorically)

summary: reader applies to babysit chris' child (he's rose's legal guardian in this one), and she's v into her boss. one day, she ends up in nothing but chris' shirt when her clothes are in the laundry.

a/n: title not inspired by the bon jovi album (doesn't really fit the vibe, despite having some bangers)

wc: 2.4k

“Jobs that don’t require a degree”. You type it into the search bar for the millionth time this week. Grocery store clerk, delivery driver, server, you’ve tried them all. And quit them all. You’re going to have to settle for working as a coal miner soon - and you’re a 21 year old girl who lives nowhere near a coal mine.

Babysitter. You’ve done it before, when you were younger. In fact, as exhausting as the job was, you were actually pretty good at it. Maybe you could even get a referral from your neighbors. The job posting was on a local message board online. The pay looked like a sweet deal - top tier babysitter pay. Could probably hire a nice German or Spanish or Russian au pair and make your kid bilingual, but these parents chose to ask your town of American idiots to apply. Parent, singular - not even parent - you come to find. He’s her legal guardian, which probably means her parents are dead or in prison but you don’t think it’s appropriate to ask such invasive questions at your interview. Not if you want the job, at least. And you really want the job.

The interview is surprisingly casual, which is good because it’s not like you own business attire. You expected this: a young woman with a tired - and very forced, almost pained - smile comes to the door holding the cranky child while the dad shakes your hand on the way out to spend the day with his buddies from college. Their attempt to quell their marriage problems by getting a sitter will not get them off their track to divorce.

But it doesn’t go like that at all. A man - older than you’d think a new father should be, but far from elderly - opens the door. (honestly, if he were elderly, then you’d be whatever the opposite of a cradle-robber is. A nursing home robber?). Mr. Legal Guardian tall, muscular, kind of intimidating, but also incredibly sexy. He could choke you out but you’d get wet if he tried. Actually, you’d probably soak his nice hardwood floors if he so much as touched you since all he’s done is shake your hand and you’ll probably need to change your panties when you get home.

Either you’re good at hiding your feelings or he couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re trying very hard to keep eye-contact and avoid the overwhelming urge to look and see if you can tell what he’s packing through the pants he has on.

“I’m Chris Redfield. Nice to meet you,” he says and you’re really hoping that you said your own name in response and not what you were thinking which was “Oh god, please fuck me, Mr. Redfield, I don’t care about the job anymore”.

You’re pretty sure you kept that thought on the inside because he seems to think this situation is totally normal and ignores the obvious sexual tension - or maybe it’s just you and there’s no real tension. Maybe you need to buy one of those fancy Hitachi wands and fix the leaky faucet downstairs. You’d need money for that. Money… Oh, right, you can get a job! How convenient.

You keep the conversation going because you want to hear him talk, you want to burn it onto a CD in your brain and play it on the car ride home. No, you’d crash if you did that.

He tells you the baby girl’s name is Rosemary.

“That’s a pretty name. How did you decide on it?” Or did your wife choose it? Was the divorce bad? Or is she dead?

“I didn’t. Her parents did. I don’t know if it was her mom or her dad’s choice,” he says, matter-of-factly. “I think it’s a good name, too,” he follows up with, “Mostly, everyone just calls her Rose, though.”

“It’s probably easier. I’d imagine it’d be hard for a baby to say ‘Rosemary’.” You realize you know very little about child development. “Can she talk?”

“Some. Only small sentences and she still pronounces half of what she’s trying to say wrong, but she usually gets the point across. She calls me ‘Dada’ because it’s easier to say than ‘Chris’.”

Is she gonna call me ‘Mama’? Does she need a stepmom… or whatever? Anyway, can you please, please have sex with me, Mr. Redfield? If you don’t get dick soon, they’ll have to institutionalize you.

You must’ve done way better than you thought because you got the job. You’re lucky that Rose is more well-behaved than most babies you’ve met.

She does call you ‘Mama’, though.

You bring a change of clothes to work every day because babies don’t know how to avoid making a mess of everything they get their little fingers on. Rose is pretty tidy for a kid her age, but her favorite food is ketchup, so half of your wardrobe is stained red by the second week of work.

One day, she’s sitting in your lap holding a sippy cup of apple juice with a lid you were sure you’d closed, but as it turned out, it had not been screwed on right and the bottom of your shirt as well as your jeans end up soaked in apple juice. You only have yourself to blame.

You brush off the issue to the kid because you don’t want to upset her, but you hate being sticky. She’s lucky she gets a bath. You don’t think Chris would appreciate finding you in his bathtub, playing with rubber duckies, unfortunately.

Once Rose is in new, dry clothes, Chris walks in the door. Rose reaches out to him and he picks her up. He notices the wet patch on your jeans and you realize how it looks when he raises an eyebrow.

“Did you piss yourself?”

“No!”

You’re about to explain the apple juice spill situation when Rose chimes in, repeating what Chris said, without any idea what she’s saying.

The way he groans makes it seem like it’s not the first time she’s picked up bad language. “Those aren’t nice words. Don’t repeat them.” Chris tries to remain serious, but you’re both holding back laughter.

“It’s just apple juice,” you clarify, “My fault, not hers.”

“Do you need new clothes?”

“In theory,” you say because you do, but you don’t want to impose.

Rose yawns and Chris says, “How about you put her down and I will find something else for you to wear?”

“Okay,” you say because it’s shorter than, “No, no, you don’t have to do that.” Plus, he will inevitably insist that “Yes, yes, he has to do that.”

Rose is reluctant to go to bed without saying goodnight to ‘Dada’. Luckily, he joins the both of you in her bedroom, holding clothes for you.

“Here,” he says, “I don’t have any pants that’ll fit you, but I think this shirt will probably go down to your knees.”

“Thanks,” you say, taking the shirt.

“No problem,” he says, “Go change and bring me your clothes so I can wash them.”

You nod and walk into the hall bathroom. Chris is right - the shirt is about mid-thigh length, so as long as you don’t bend over, you’re covered. It was probably a bad day to wear a thong to work, though. Or maybe it was a great day to do just that. Glass half-full?

You find Chris in the hallway and you give him a slew of apologies and thank you’s because you feel bad that he’s doing your laundry. He dismisses them all kindly, but the look in his eye has changed - scrutinizing, yet amused.

“Normally, I would say, ‘you’re free to go’, but -”

Am I getting punished? God, fuck, yes, please.

“- You probably shouldn’t wear that out.”

You look down at your state of dress - or undress, depending on how you look at it. Yeah, you definitely shouldn’t go out like that.

“You can if you want,” he says, “but you’re welcome to stay at least until your clothes dry.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

You’re standing awkwardly in his living room when he says, “You know you can sit down, right?”

You sit down next to him on the couch - an appropriate distance away, of course. There’s an awkward silence while you try not to stare at him.

“Why are you so nervous? You’re acting like you’ve never been here before,” he says.

“For one thing, I’m not wearing pants right now. And, two, I’ve never been here while you’re here. I’m always here alone with Rose.”

“Do I make you nervous?” His smile says he knows more than you think.

“No, not really.”

“Not really?”

You smile and nod.

“Rose told me something she heard you say while I was gone…” “Oh shit. Did I swear in front of her? I try not to do that.”

He shakes his head. “She said, ‘Dada is sexy’, and as you can imagine, I was curious as to where she heard that…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but his eyebrow is raised. He knows.

Your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel your face flushing.

“She must’ve heard that from someone else,” you lie.

“Who else would’ve said it?”

“I bet most people think you’re sexy. I mean, look at you, it seems like the most obvious conclusion any normal person would come to.” You shrug, trying to play it off as if you didn’t just reveal yourself entirely.

“So, you didn’t say anything about my attractiveness in front of Rose, but you do think I’m ‘sexy’? Am I correct?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“No, it’s a rhetorical question.”

You’d bolt out of the room if you had pants on, but now - wearing nothing but Chris’ t-shirt and a thong? It looks like you’ve already slept with him.

You try to form a sentence, but much like Rose, all you can do is echo Chris’ words. “Do you think I’m sexy?” you ask.

“Much more so than you were when I walked in - you know, with apple juice all over you.”

“So, you do feel the same way about me?”

“Correct.”

He looks like he’s thinking, considering next moves, but you’re already scooting closer to him on the couch. He hums in approval. He picks you up and puts you in his lap.

“Do you wa-” He tries to say, but you cut him off with a kiss and he takes it in stride. One of his hands rests on the back of your head and the other is on your waist. His tongue is in your mouth and you think you can feel him getting hard, which makes you wetter than you already were, and now you’re really considering if this thong was of any use at all. Guess one more thing needs a wash.

Chris reaches between your thighs like a psychic, though he acts surprised at how aroused you are. “Are you always this wet?”

“No, not always.” Liar.

“I’ll take it as a compliment then.”

As he should.

His hands snake their way under your - his - t-shirt and find your tits. His fingertips brush your nipples and you absent-mindedly start to grind on him, longing for any friction you can get. You’ll ruin his pants at this point. Another load of laundry to do.

He takes your hips and positions you on his thigh.

“This should help,” he says.

Out of embarrassment, you halt the movement of your hips.

“What? It seemed like you wanted to get off and I’m not going to stop you.”

He acts nonchalant but it borders on teasing because you can see the amusement in his eyes. Maybe he’s not used to desperate little girls like you.

You grip his shoulders to steady yourself - if you’re going to pathetically grind on this man’s thigh, you’re going to do it right - and you resume your back and forth pattern. You catch a glimpse of the smirk on his face and you let your head drop, not allowing yourself to look him in the eye. There’s no way you’d be able to continue like that. He lifts your chin, but it’s not to force your eyes back on him - he kisses you again, more passionately this time. Not romantic passion, the sexy, sloppy kind. You pull back first to catch your breath. Maybe it’s just nerves, but this whole thigh-riding activity is doing a number on you. Chris takes note of your struggle and puts his hands on your hips, taking on half of the work. Somehow, he does a better job than you, and if he’s this good at something so simple, you wonder about his other skills.

“Suck,” he says simply, putting his thumb between your lips.

In that moment, you discover your oral fixation - and Chris is observant enough to recognize it too.

“Good girl,” he says, removing his thumb from your mouth and using it to rub your clit. He really didn’t need the lubrication and he must’ve known that. Admittedly, you’re a bit disappointed when he takes his thumb away from you.

“It seemed like you were enjoying that,” he says, rubbing his other thumb over your bottom lip. You open your mouth and hope he won’t make you beg for it. “You’re lucky I have two hands.”

He flips you around so that you’re sitting in his lap with your back pressed against his chest. He returns his thumb to your mouth before you can grab it and shove it back in there yourself. You are lucky he has two hands, you come to fine, when he begins pumping two of his fingers in and out of you while rubbing your clit simultaneously. You moan around the finger in your mouth and he can tell you’re getting close.

“Gonna cum for me?” he asks.

You hum and nod frantically as your orgasm approaches quickly. Your inner walls clench and release as you gush around his fingers. When you come down from your high, you notice that you’ve left a considerable wet patch on the couch and on Chris’ pants.

“Don’t worry. We can do another load of laundry after this one’s finished,” he says. He checks the time and then says, “It looks like we have about 25 more minutes until the washing machine’s done. What do you want to do until then?”

“Depends? How much laundry detergent do you have left?”

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield smut #resident evil smut #chris redfield #miss oranje fics

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doll3tt33 · 11 months ago

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╰➜ ⊹ ࣪ ˖┆soon to be inactive┆⊹ ࣪ ˖

she/her 𝜗𝜚 libra ☉ libra ☾ sag ↑ 𝜗𝜚 will come back to occasionally post and drop off a bot of the evans if I make any 𝜗𝜚 still a colin girlie

my most recent fic/hc! - my haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ❥ colin zabel

everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ❥ colin zabel

‘cause when you know you know ❥ colin zabel

my most recent c.ai bot! - playing dangerous ❥ colin zabel

a day in the life of a cleaner for homelander ❥ homelander

check your window, he’s at your window ❥ tate langdon

Goodbye for now! ♡

Requests are closed cuz I’m moving on with other interests, so this account wont be as active anymore. might come back one day.

a lil’ info:

• If you’re under 18, then it means this place isn’t for you and YA BETTER GET OFF MA PROPERTY!! On a fr note, please do not interact if you’re a minor.

• characters I’m sorta confident I won’t mess up with (aka characters you can request for): Kai Anderson, Tate Langdon, Austin Sommers, Kyle Spencer, Kit Walker, Colin Zabel, Peter Maximoff, Stan Bowes, Luke Cooper, Charles Decker, + characters from The Boys

• characters I’m not so confident with right now: James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Warren Lipka, Mr. Gallant.

I’ll need a rewatch to get a better grasp of their character so they won’t be ooc, but I’ll make them available to request in the future!

• general requests are cool! but I really appreciate requests with a specific scenario/AU. This is a kink-friendly blog, so feel free to go wild!

Bots & fics masterlist below the cut!

all of the bots below have detailed defintions and descriptions, along with example messages! So dw, none of them are empty carcasses of an ai bot

angst/dark themes - ✮ sfw - ❀ (might lead to) nsfw - ✧

c.ai filter breaking tut: pt.1, pt.2

Kai Anderson:

𝜗𝜚 Fanfics:

Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in. ✮

𝜗𝜚 Headcanons:

Kai Anderson SFW headcanons ❀

𝜗𝜚 AI bots:

Being in a toxic relationship with Kai (based off the song ‘Ultraviolence’) ✮

Kai breaking into your home for revenge ✮/✧

Visiting spiritual counselor!Kai to seek guidance ✮/❀

Kai coming up to you at a bookstore ❀

Kai “accidentally” spilling his coffee all over you ❀

⇢ I recommend the bookstore one over the coffee one if u r looking for a standard Kai bot to use, cuz the former’s settings are improved ((but like the coffee one’s still aight ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Colin Zabel:

𝜗𝜚 Fanfics:

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ✧

My haunted lungs, ghost in the sheets ✧

‘Cause when you know you know ❀

𝜗𝜚 AI bots:

Getting arrested by Colin… again ❀

Having your first session with therapist!Colin ❀

Professor!Colin teaching you on your first day of college ❀

Peter Maximoff:

Peter challenging you to Pac-Man at the arcade ❀

Chilling with Peter in his room ❀

You’re both lonely on prom night so Peter invites you to join him ❀

Stan Bowes:

You’re the daughter of Stan’s boss and he has to pick you up from a party ❀

Having your first ever dinner with sugardaddy!Stan ❀

Interrupting Stan in the middle of work ❀

Austin Sommers:

paparazzi!Austin who won’t stop pestering you ❀

Kyle Spencer:

Frankenkyle showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night ❀

You’re a new witch at the academy and you’re responsible for Frankenkyle ❀

Studying alone with frat!Kyle at the campus library ❀

frat!Kyle comes up to you at a college party on New Year’s Eve ❀

Tate Langdon:

perv!Tate snapping photos of you in the school’s bathroom ✧

Helping Tate after he gets bullied at school ❀

Tate walking in on you playing a ritual game ❀

Dealing with an emotionally unstable Tate after your break up (based off the song ‘Meant to Be Yours’ from Heathers: The Musical) ✮

Kit Walker:

singledad!Kit hiring you as a babysitter ❀

Kit taking all the blame for you at the asylum ✮

bartender!Kit serving you a free drink ❀

Getting steamy with husband!Kit in the kitchen ✧

Luke Cooper:

Luke getting everyone’s coffee orders wrong but yours ❀

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yearningagain · 3 months ago

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it's enough (to make a girl blush): chapter two

HELLO!!! welcome to chapter two! i'm amazed at the traction that this has gained with just the first chapter, and it's giving me so much motivation to continue this!

i've also decided to open up my ask box for suggestions for rambles and ficlets, so please shoot me a message if you feel so inclined!

and of course a huge thank you to @kayleeofcamelot for betaing and helping me so much!! without further ado!

also on ao3!

part one | part three

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Steve loved Robin more than he thought he could love anyone. She was the peanut butter to his jelly, the rock to his roll, the yin to his yang. He doesn't know how he managed as long as he did before meeting her, and he frankly doesn't know what he would do without her now.

That being said, sometimes she does make Steve want to give himself another concussion.

Lunch at the deli had been uneventful. They had eaten their sandwiches while nestled in the window booth in the back corner, turned to look out onto the streets of Chicago. Most of their conversation was driven by judgmental comments about passerby’s, ranging from jabs about interesting color choices on someone's tracksuit to monologues about wearing a faux fur coat with cheetah print leggings (“It’s the principle, Rob! You wouldn’t get it”).

After finishing their meals, the pair made their way across the street to the record store. Upon entry, Steve was surrounded by deep earthy scents, old vinyl and incense mingled with the fresh flowers growing in pots littered about. And that brought them to their current situation.

Robin was making a complete and utter fool out of herself. She was bright red in the face, and Steve couldn’t tell if it was from pure mortification or her complete lack of breathing for the past five minutes. As soon as a little blonde omega, introduced as Chrissy, emerged from the shelves to greet them and show them around, the alpha had not been able to stop her mouth from running and running. Now, normally in these situations, Steve would insert himself into Robin's one sided conversation and slow her down, purely to rescue the other person from being roped into a woven tale of at least six subjects at once. But after one look at Chrissy, and the adoration and attentiveness in her expression, he decided to leave it be.

At the back corner of the shop was a small gathering of armchairs, a loveseat, and a small wooden coffee table. Plopping down into the comfiest looking chair, leaving the girls to their own devices, Steve pulled out his phone to start tackling the sea of messages he had received during the night.

Dusty

12:58 AM: STEVE

STEVEN

12:59 AM: STEVEN HARRINGTON

STEVEN LOUISE HARRINGTON

1:01 AM: do you even love me anymore

1:08 AM: if i were dying i'd be dead by now

1:14 AM: ☠️☠️🩸🩸

1:27 AM: okay whatever goodnight steven text me when you’re alive again ig 🙄

11:39 AM: Jesus Christ kid

That’s not even my name

11:40 AM: Did you die?

11:41 AM: no

11:41 AM: So what was so important?

11:43 AM: before i say anything i want to remind you that i know all of your secrets and also you love me sooo much and you’re the best babysitter ever and you owe me for letting my mom hire you at the shop

11:44 AM: Dustin. What did you do.

11:44 AM: nothing!

i didn’t do anything i swear on my mother

11:45 AM: Okay…

So…?

11:46 AM: my favorite band is playing here next month but its an 18+ show

mom would never come with me, she’d have a heart attack i think

so i need you to take me

11:48 AM: i can pay for your ticket if you want!

11:50 AM: steve?

A loud crash echoed from within the shop, followed by an extremely disheveled Robin popping her head into the nook. "I need your help."

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Leaving the girls was both the best and worst decision Steve could have made.

In the ten minutes of inattentiveness, the alpha had managed to talk for seven of them consecutively. After realizing she had been talking herself in circles, she tried to reign it in, which ultimately ended in her accidental confession of attraction towards Chrissy. That then led to a kiss-turned-make-out, in which Robin had tried to push the shorter girl against a wall for more leverage. However, blinded by her circumstances, she pushed the omega into one of the shelves, effectively knocking it and its contents to the ground. They were old antique shelves that had been modified with basket-drawers to store records and other miscellaneous objects, they were heavy .

Steve would be upset, but the dark blush and lovesick smile never quite left Robin's face.

With that mess dealt with, he was finally able to respond to Dustin. He shot a quick 'Sure. Just LMK the deets ' text and slid his phone back into his pocket. Chrissy led them both back to the nook, bustling about and making sure they were comfortable.

"Steve, I am so incredibly sorry about that! Please sit here, let me go grab something and I'll be right back!" She dashed off down a small hallway towards the back of the building.

Steve shook his head at Robin, sighing loudly. "Couldn't keep it in your pants?"

The alpha huffed and looked away. She huffed again, this time more of a sniff. And then again.

"Steve, are you fucking with me or something?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, he followed suit in her actions by taking his own sniff of the air. "What? What's going on?"

She continues sniffing, seemingly following the scent. Standing from her spot on the loveseat, laser focused on tracking, she walks right over to Steve.

"Your scent, it's changing. I knew it was different this morning! I know what you smell like, dingus. And you don't smell like you anymore. Well, okay, you still smell like you! But it's like you're roasting apples in the woods on a camping trip. And you've always smelled like apples, so I'm glad that's the same, but now it's different. Has anything weird happened lately? Have you felt different at all? Do you have a fever?" Her curiosity morphs into concern and she starts placing her hands over the omegas face, seeing if she can tell the temperature. "I've never been good at this. Should we go to the doctor? Do we need an ambulance? Shit, did you get poisoned?"

Steve grabbed her hands firmly, guiding them to his chest and taking a deep breath. "Breathe. I'm not dying, Robs. I think I'd know if I was." He takes a few more measured breaths, pulling her down into his lap for a hug.

After he was sure she was calm, he relaxed his grip, but didn't let go. "I was actually meaning to ask you about something. Nothing bad, I promise! I just... I had this really weird dream last night and I woke up convinced it had actually happened. I was so convinced there would be physical proof, but there wasn't any. But I could smell the alpha in my dream. Have you ever had a dream where you could smell the other people?"

Robin looked at him calculatingly, a crease forming in her brow at the thought. "No, never. I didn't think it was a thing that happened."

"Exactly. I could smell him, birdie. I could feel him. It was real . Until it wasn't. I woke up heartbroken. For no real reason." He sighed once more, lowering his gaze to his fingers rested in his lap.

"Okay, I am so sorry once again, and I had no intention to eavesdrop whatsoever, but I want to help." Chrissy emerged from the hallway with a plate of mini cupcakes, a sheepish expression.

Steve waved her off. "It's all good. If you don't think I'm crazy, I don't mind suggestions."

She set the plate of cupcakes onto the coffee table and sat down on the loveseat. Robin quickly scrambled off of Steve to sit next to the other omega, shooting him an apologetic glance.

"So, basically, I read this book once, out of pure curiosity, that was about fate and the universe and all that. It had a whole section about how, years and years ago, alphas and omegas were randomly going through what seemed to be second presentations. It started with scent changes, and apparently a lot of people experienced some sort of initial mental connection. These changes were way less severe, and oftentimes not noticeable until a random heat or rut was triggered. When that would happen, it was always a pair at a time, one alpha and one omega. The moment they would smell the other for the first time is the moment their respective presentations would complete. They'd come out the other side bonded and, most often, pupped. Their bodies were preparing."

Steve stared at Chrissy, mouth agape. "Preparing for what, exactly?"

"Their soulmate!"

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sillysillygoofygoose · 1 year ago

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A beach day with Nanami Kento

Includes: babysitter/nanny! Fem reader x Single Dilf! Nanami

Age difference (reader is 22, Kento is in his mid 30s, Yuji is 4!!) +Secret Pining

MDNI! (Slightly) EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD!

Cw: small small mention of breeding kink lol

Part two now up!!

"Thank you for inviting me. You really didn't have to." You smiled up at the older man, lugging a huge bag filled with beach toys, towels, and sunscreen.

"No need to thank me, Y/N. You're like family to us. You're always so good with Yuji, I really appreciate all your help." Nanami responded, casually hauling a tremendous beach umbrella, two seafoam green foldable chairs, and a cooler.

"Anyways, we wouldn't want you to miss his first time at the beach." His voice monotonous yet slightly more affable than usual.

You felt your face heat up slightly, flushing at his simple, kind praise. The toddler in question hurriedly waddled up to you, slipping slightly on the hot microscopic grains under his itty-bitty toes.

"Y/N, up up, please. Uppies, please and tank you. Ouch!" He angrily huffs out, switching his weight from one foot to the other, trying to combat the burning sensation on the soles of his feet. Yuji starts grabbing at your swimsuit cover-up, trying to hoist himself up.

You hush him slightly, slinging the awkwardly large bag over your left shoulder quickly before bending down to pick up the whining boy.

Nanami's gaze becomes glued to you as he watches Yuji grip onto the slouching neckline of your cover-up, innocently revealing your cleavage.

Holy shit.

You continued walking, slightly readjusting your top, moving Yuji's strong death-grip to your shoulder.

"I told you you should've kept your shoes on until we found a good spot." Your tone was gentle but stern, with a teasing undertone, tickling the boy's neck slightly, making him squirm and giggle in your arms. Nanami couldn't help but admire you.

He remembers the first time you babysat Yuji. A coworker recommended you, after he voiced his difficulties finding someone he trusted with the then two year old Yuji. He constantly struggled balancing extra meetings or overtime with being a single father. However, as soon as he met you, he knew you'd be a perfect fit. You were gentle, sweet, nurturing, responsible, and very... instinctively maternal. Especially for a college girl, looking for a side hustle. Not to mention you were drop dead gorgeous, but that was more of a selfish reason on Nanami's behalf to hire you.

You were nervous at first. You've never taken care of a child (well, baby) so young. His limited vocabulary put you on edge, worried that you wouldn't be able to tend to specific needs if he couldn't fully verbalize them. But, you quickly managed to make a strong connection with the tiny boy. By the end of the night, he had fallen asleep, snuggled into your shoulder.

After that, you became a regular sitter for the small Nanami family. Ever since you graduated a couple months ago, you became his nanny, Nanami having to work more often after a big promotion, eager to hire you full time.

He was thankful for how well the arrangement worked. Yuji absolutely loves you, maybe even more than him. Nanami doesn't mind though. He is absolutely infatuated with you. He enjoys watching the regular interactions between you and his son. He can't help but think about how beautiful of a mother you'd be. Or how beautiful you'd look pregnant with his baby.

Nanami didn't think twice before asking you to join them on a trip to the beach on his day off. He'd honestly be lost without you.

After what felt like eternity for little Yuji, you finally found a fairly secluded spot right in front of the ocean. You placed Yuji down, immediately turning to help Nanami with the shit load of things stacked in his strong arms. Together, you two unpack.

"Y/N, Dada!!!! Look!" Yuji tugs at both yours and Nanami's hand, pulling you toward each other until your arms are touching. The tot points at the ocean, pure exhilaration coursing through his busy brain.

"C'mon let's go! Go go!!" He squeals jumping up and down.

"Yuji, we have to apply sun lotion." Nanami reminds Yuji to which he slumps his shoulders, pouting.

You grab the face lotion, pulling Yuji towards you by his tiny torso. Smearing it over his face, you make sure not to miss any skin, rubbing the lotion in generously. His bright rashguard protected his upper body, almost glowing in the sunlight. You applied lotion to the limited skin exposed by his long swim trunks. Plopping a bucket hat on his head, you patted his hip.

"There you go!" You beam, watching him light up before sprinting towards the water. Once he arrived right at the shore, he turned his upper half, waving big at you and Nanami. You both wave back like proud parents, smiling at your pride and joy. His short attention span was consumed by the crashing of the waves, turning back around to stare at the ocean in awe.

You keep your eye on him, ensuring he doesn't get swept up, before shimmying your cover-up off your warm body. Nanami stared at you in the same manner his son stared at the ocean. Amazed.

"Mr. Nanami, can you please help me get my back?" You shifted your attention towards him, holding out the sun lotion. He gulped before nodding, accepting the lotion from your hands.

"You can call me Kento." He mumbled, placing your hair over your shoulder.

"Are you sure that's alright?" You asked, smiling to yourself. He hummed in response. You gasped as he began applying the cool lotion to your hot skin.

"Is that okay?" He asked holding you in place by the arm after you instinctively lurched away from the source of the cold.

"Yeah, it's good." You breathed out. He intently studied your back, watching in satisfaction as the harsh white began blending into your dewy skin. He finished applying the lotion, hands lingering for just a bit longer than what would be considered appropriate for an employer... but you weren't just an employee, you were family, right? He pulled himself out of his trance, removing his hands from your back.

"Thank you, I'll do you now." You took the lotion from his hands.

"Huh?" He asked densely.

"Your back. I'll help you with your back. So you don't get burned." You clarify, laughing away the awkward feeling in your stomach.

"Oh, right." He sighed, pulling his shirt over his head.

Oh.

He's jacked. Buff beyond belief. Where does he find the time to maintain such a god-like physique? You blink, tearing your eyes away from his shredded torso, feeling your cheeks become inflamed.

He turns around in front of you, pretending he didn't seeing you staring. Pretending it didn't affect him. Pretending he wasn't staring too.

You watch your hands tremble as you begin rubbing the lotion into his broad shoulders. You applied more pressure than when you were helping Yuji. Kento let's out a fairly strong groan as you feel him tense under your small hands.

"So sorry, did that hurt?" You panic, removing yourself from him.

"No, not at all. That just felt... good." He relaxed his shoulders allowing you to quickly finish your task, heart fluttering against your chest.

"Okay all set... let's go check on Yuji." You smile, jogging towards the little boy who's now bending down, trying to drink the salty ocean water.

He chuckles, amused at you pulling Yuji's mouth away from the sandy terrain. Kento joins the two of you, whipping up Yuji in his arms, trudging into the shallow waves.

"Y/N, come come! Dada's bringing me in water!!" Yuji smiles over his dad's shoulder making grabby hands at you. Joining them in the ocean, the three of you play around, splashing each other, and dipping the crown of Yuji's head in the chilly water making him laugh. You all stood together, taking in the sunny scenery as the small waves lap at your abdomen. Kento pulls you into him by the waist while Yuji was babbling to the two of you about a huge fish he swears he saw.

This was new. You decide to take it a step further, seeing how much you can push. Placing your head on his chest, you wrapped your arm around his waist, keeping him close. You swear you see him glance at you, the side of his mouth quirking up.

Once the water starts to get a little too chilly and Yuji gets a little too bored, the three of you return to your small setup. You stood with Yuji as he continued rambling, occasionally tripping over his words. Kento approachs the two of you, wrapping the boy up in a towel ten times his size before lovingly placing one over your shoulders. You thank him, picking up Yuji and placing him on your lap, sitting on one of the plastic beach chairs.

His father sits close next to you and the three of you sit in comfortable silence, warming up. Comfortable silence until...

"Y/N?" Yuji starts, the side of his face squished against you chest. His small hands fiddle with a strand of your wet hair.

"Yes, bud?" You look down at the boy coddled against your body.

"When are you gonna be my mama? I want you to be my mama." He asks, genuine tone in his small voice.

Your eyes widened, head immediately whipping towards Kento. He was smiling. Full on, teeth saying 'hello', smiling. You can't help but return the gesture.

Not knowing how to respond, you laugh it off.

"Aw, you're so sweet!" You attempt to look down at the little boy, who's holding onto your neck, shoving his small features into your skin, embarrassed.

"You'd be a good mama. I wove you." He says softly, you melt, touched by how appreciative he is.

Kento let's out an audible 'aw'.

"Love you too Jiji." You respond, rubbing his back soothingly.

Kento was fighting his tongue not to repeat Yuji's words to you.

...

I will be coming out with a part two (with smut!) veryyyy soon!!! Hope you enjoyed! xoxo

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #age difference #dilfnanami #jjk x reader #jjk #Spotify

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strawberry-whorecake · 1 year ago

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It Started With A Book | C.B.

pairing: Charlie Barber x fem!reader

summary: You were Henry’s babysitter. He employed you to watch his son. You were a pretty little thing, and he should’ve known better than to pursue you… but damn could he just not help himself.

word count: 6.7k

warnings: swearing, age gap (reader is of age), dirty talk, praise, innocence kink, size kink, breeding kink (kind of??), PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of the book ‘Lolita’

A/N: the ‘Henry’s babysitter’ thing has been done before so full credit to everyone else who’s written one for the inspo !! i let my daddy issues run rampant with this one whoops

Charlie had known you since you were sixteen. He hired you for the first time when he was still with Nicole, before the entirely messy divorce had unfolded.

You were bright eyed and eager to please, which he liked. He was even more gratified when Henry took an immediate liking to you, especially since Henry didn’t click with many others.

He adored the way that you adored Henry, how you indulged to him one time that you saw the job more like hanging out with a friend; that you didn’t see Henry as an obligation, but as someone you enjoyed being around.

He was especially thankful that following the divorce you still didn’t seem to mind in the slightest to keep babysitting for him when he had obligations he simply couldn’t get out of; or in simpler terms— him not wanting to bring Henry to the theater and keep him up past his bedtime.

Charlie cursed himself for the way he took more notice of you the moment you turned eighteen— the way you interacted with Henry, the way your lashes would flutter when you wished him goodnight before you left, the way your soft lips would curl into a gentle smile when he’d walk in the door.

He scrutinized the way he could recall every flick of color in your irises. The way your skin looked soft and supple. He damned the innocent air that surrounded you, the one he so desperately wanted to defile and tear into with his teeth.

He knew it was wrong, and he hated himself for it. But goddamn could he not help himself when he got sight of you.

He looked forward to the private moments when Henry was fast asleep that you two would share a small and admittedly polite conversation, typically about the books you were reading before he would unfortunately wish you goodnight and safe travels home.

He cherished those moments because while you’d ramble on about everything you and Henry had done in the evening, he’d get to stare into your eyes— look over your gorgeous features— and if he was feeling particularly daring and depraved, sneak a glance down your body.

Tonight was no exception. It was a little after ten pm when he pulled open the door. He watched as you perked up at his arrival and he selfishly relished in the attention.

“Hi, Charlie. How was everything at the theater?” you spoke in a hushed voice, same as you did every night. He watched as you shut the book in your hands, placing it in your lap as he pulled off his coat and set down his case.

“Oh, you know…” he said with an airy chuckle, allowing his eyes to look over you again as they did when you first arrived earlier this evening. He looked forward to looking at you more so when he’d arrive home, in the privacy of just you and him.

“Henry’s asleep?” he asked, eyes looking over your chosen outfit. The shirt you wore from a band that he without a doubt believed you’d barely knew of their greatness as they came before your time. That pleated tennis skirt that stopped just at the beginning of your thighs. His eyes wandered farther, down to the ankles of your socks and that pair of utterly adorable mary janes.

You nodded curtly, and he watched those lips of yours pull up into the corners. “He had dinner- all he wanted was mac and cheese, so I gave in." you giggled sweetly, "Then we played board games for a while before he went to bed at eight, like you asked.”

‘Good girl’ had almost burst from his lips, but he quickly stifled it with a gentle clearing of his throat. “Perfect. What is it this time?” he nodded toward the book in your lap. You picked it up, outstretching it towards him. “It’s uh, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, are you familiar?”

Charlie hummed as he turned the book over in his hands, he noticed the way your eyes followed his movements. “I am actually. Quite a controversial novel, but I’ll admit the writing is fantastic.”

You nodded again, “I couldn’t agree more. It’s written beautifully considering…" Your gentle chuckle filled the room with such an air of purity, he couldn’t help but crack a soft smile as he handed you back the book.

He watched as you stood, smoothing out the fabric of your skirt— his sign the night was ending… tonight, he couldn’t let that happen. He held up a thick finger, “Hold that thought, will you?”

He took notice to the confused look in your wide eyes, but you nodded once more, and with the okay he slipped into his bedroom momentarily, running his fingers along his vast collection of books until he found what he was looking for.

Returning a moment later with a haste to his steps as he couldn’t wait to be facing you once more, he held out the book in your direction. “Here, this is for you.”

He watched your eyes look curiously to the book in his hand before you took it in both of yours. He watched as your eyes wandered the cover of his copy of Lolita, your lashes fluttered in astonishment and disbelief before those eyes of yours met his. “Charlie… you can’t be serious…”

He chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’m partial to hardcovers myself,” he used a thick finger to tap the book now in your hands. “This is a first edition print, but it’s still in mint condition.”

His words made your fingers loosen slightly on your grip, your eyes widening a bit more. “Charlie…”

He shook his head, “No, no, take it. I want you to have it.”

Your brows knit lightly as you looked at him, trying to find any ounce that he wasn’t serious— but oh, was he. Just the idea of your small, nimble, perfectly manicured little fingers caressing the pages before you’d turn to the next one made him more than sure of what he was doing. He loved your hands, and how little they were in comparison to his— but then again, everything about him was huge in comparison to you.

“I’m going to give you a hug for this, that’s your warning.” you giggled, making him smile again. His eyes followed you as you turned to carefully place the book on the couch before you turned to him again, practically colliding with him as your arms did their best to wrap around his broad frame.

He easily entangled his arms around you, it only took one of his arms to encompass you, but he indulged himself in wrapping them both around your back, gently rubbing it with his hand.

He felt you sigh softly, felt the rise and fall of your chest against him as his hands slowly tangled into your hair, playing with it around his fingers.

You looked up at him— you looked like an angel. Your eyes wide, blinking softly as you looked up at him. Your cheeks tinged with color.

His heart kicked up speed, he could feel his own cheeks growing pink with fluster. His hand trailed from your back, using his knuckles to caress their way up to your cheek until he took your face against his palm. You were utterly still under his touch as he drew you in closer— his longing to feel you against him was unbearable...

“Would you maybe… let me kiss you?” Your breath hitched in your throat, your chest stuttering slightly in response as he held your gaze to be locked in on his. Your perfect lips parted, but they made no sound. His inquiry had rendered you speechless, forcing you to nod in response.

He felt as his lips curled up into a smile, unable to stop himself. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek, urging your neck to crane further upward to meet his height as he leaned in, watching as your eyelids fluttered shut. He pressed his lips against your plush and plump awaiting lips.

He could feel your heartbeat against his own body, and for a moment he couldn’t discern whose heart was beating faster with the thumping of his own heart ringing in his ears.

He felt your arms snake around his body and press flat against his chest, he couldn’t help but lean into your touch. The feeling of your hands on him was like pure bliss— a sin he’d so often dreamt about. He couldn’t stop himself from letting his hand fall from your face as his arms encircled you, finding their way to the backs of your thighs, feeling just how plush and smooth the skin of your legs were against the pad of his fingers as he pulled you closer to him. He let his thumbs caress your flesh.

He also couldn’t stop the gentle groan of pleasure that pulled from his lips. You were pure ecstasy to him. Your body against his, the gentility of your lips, the sweet and mild smell of your shampoo– all of it overwhelmed his senses and drew him into you, if he had half a mind he’d admit that all of this grew a kindling flame of obsession for you.

Now that he was in, he was all in. All his cards in your basket. Previously he just loved the small things about you but now he felt he had a deeper knowledge of you that dove beyond the surface, and he was drowning in you.

He pulled away just slightly, his lips ghosting over yours not wanting to be apart from them for too long. “You taste so sweet.” he purred before diving back against your lips, catching your bottom between his teeth as he tugged at it gently. When you whimpered at his actions he felt like his brain was going into overdrive. He was dizzy, his head full of just you and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Your voice was soft, slightly embarrassed, and stuttered as you spoke. “Ch-Charlie… I’ve wanted to kiss you for quite some time now.”

He hummed at your words, fingers teasing shapes into the flesh on the back of your thighs, making your bottom lip quiver as he looked you over. He had you eating out of his palm and that’s exactly where he wanted you. He saw the embarrassment flicker through your eyes at your own admission and he pulled you impossibly closer again– if you were any further against his body you’d be inside his bones, and he wasn’t sure that he minded that idea all that much. Those perfect fingers of yours trailed up and down his chest pulling a deep sigh from within it.

He buried his lips against your neck, tasting how sweet and soft and warm you were and he couldn’t help but imagine how you’d taste from between your thighs. He purred your name, “Jump…” he instructed.

He saw the slight confusion flood over your expression, and he pinched at the back of your thighs again. To his relief, you obliged. Your arms tangled around his neck and with a leap he quickly grabbed hold of your waist as your legs wrapped around his hips.

It seemed you couldn’t control yourself just as he, and your lips immediately found his as he walked you backward before pinning you between him and the wall. “You’re such a tease, you know that?” he hummed against your lips, his cock twitching in his slacks as you whimpered again.

“J-Just don’t drop me, will you?” you piped up, a hint of nervousness in your tone and he chuckled darkly. “I would never, I’ve got you.” he assured, pushing you against the wall with his hips as his hands gripped your sides. His lips crashed into yours with intense fervor, tracing his tongue along your bottom lip before prodding his tongue into your mouth. You tasted like candy– so incredibly sweet it almost made his teeth ache but he couldn’t get enough.

His fingers teased the hem of your shirt, feeling the fabric of your top against his skin. “Can I take this off?” his tone was as polite as he could manage, but there was a hint of order to it, like it wasn’t truly an inquiry but a warning that he was going to remove it anyway. His lips found your neck again and he was pleased when he felt you nod against him, adorable little whines and mewls gurgled in your throat in desperation. “Arms up, sweet girl.” he hummed.

You didn’t seem to completely trust him to not drop you as you nervously lifted your arms— but just barely. But drop you, he would absolutely not. He dug his hips into yours, forcing a gentle groan to lurch past his lips as his imprisoned cock pressed against your concealed core. The action made your arms rise up as you gasped softly and he wasted no time to tug your shirt over your head.

He pulled back a moment to admire you– your neck, your collar bones, the bulge of flesh that made up your ever-so-perfect and supple breasts and how they bubbled over the white and lacy confining fabric of your bra.

His fingers trailed up your abdomen, feeling the heat radiating off your skin and onto the pads of his fingers and wandered farther, finding their way to the small pink rose embellishment in the center of your breasts. He flicked it gently, chuckling to himself as even your under layers held a breath of innocence.

He couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering as he compared you to the little pink rose, so small, soft and innocent— it was a simple rendition of how he saw you.

His attention was drawn back to your fingers pulling needily at his own top, fingering the buttons of his dress shirt. “Want me to take this off, pretty?” He watched as your teeth bit down on the plush of your lip and you nodded.

He’d never known his fingers to work so fast, grazing from one button to the next with incredible ease as he worked up to the very top button. He couldn’t control his excitement as you assisted him in pulling the top off his arms. He watched as your eyes roamed across him, taking in the rise and fall of his broad chest. One of your arms fell from the grip around his neck, tracing down his pecs.

He held onto your hips, fingers gently gripping at your flesh as he resisted every urge to dig his fingers in, bruise you beneath his touch. You were soft, too pure for that– but he desired with every ounce of himself to taint you.

His lips found your neck again, and he teased his tongue along your skin, before placing open mouthed kisses further down your neck, finding finality against your collar bones. He could feel your heart thumping wildly in your chest against his chin. “Charlie…” you whimpered.

God– he loved the sound of his name off your lips. It made his groin ache, longing to be buried deep in your cunt, begging to hear how it would sound as you screamed it, trembling around him.

Your hips shifted beneath his hands as more whimpers fell from your lips. You grinded your core against his hardness in a desperate attempt for friction, drawing a groan from his throat. “You want something, little girl?”

You whined in embarrassment again, your head finding its way to the crook of his neck as your arms tangled around it once more, holding yourself steady. He chuckled again, diving his hands between your bodies and dipped his thick fingers beneath the waistband of that oh-so incredibly short skirt you wore this evening. Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers teased your clothed core. “This what you want? You need attention here?”

Your pathetic mewl only made his cock twitch again— christ, was he impatient. But you were an angel, he intended on treating you like such... luring you in gently before truly defiling you.

Your hips bucked against his hand, and his lip curled into a smirk again. He slid his fingers over your clothed slit again. “I’m gonna need to hear your words, sweet girl.” The pet name drove you crazy– he knew so from the way the heartbeat between your legs pounded against his awaiting fingers.

“P-Please…” you pleaded pathetically. He hummed again, “Of course, pretty.” His fingers pulled your panties aside and he finally achieved one of his deepest desires– getting to touch you between those pretty little thighs. You whimpered against his skin, tightening your arms ever so slightly around his neck as his fingers barely even touched you.

He slid his fingers between your slit, gathering your wetness on the length of his fingers, and he teasingly sucked his teeth. “For such a good girl you’re so wet…” he purred, pressing his cheek against your forehead. The heat of your face burned in the crook of his neck and you mewled. It was so easy to fluster you.

He stroked his fingers through your core a few times, letting them caress your sensitive nub every now and again to earn more whines of desperation out of you before his fingertip teased your entrance. “Mmm… I’m gonna make you feel so good, little girl.” You whimpered pathetically once more and he couldn’t stop himself from smirking.

He took his longest finger and slowly pushed it inside of you, feeling the way your velvet walls sucked him deeper and clenched around him. You felt like a glimpse of heaven, and he longed to bury his dick inside of you instead, but you were incredibly tight only around one finger.

He teasingly sucked his teeth again. “Now, how am I ever going to fit my cock inside your perfect little pussy, hmm? I might split you in half.” His words made you clench around his finger, and you dragged your hips again. He took the hint, withdrawing his finger before prodding it back inside of you, earning a soft and stuttered sigh out of you.

He let his eyes flutter shut as he rested his head against yours, fucking into you with his middle finger until he thought you were ready, then he eased his ring finger inside you, curling his hand and dragging his fingers as he seemed to pet you from the inside.

He hummed in content at the way you immediately took him in, listening to the soft whimpers that bubbled in your throat as his fingers stroked you. He cupped his hand slightly, catching your clit with his thumb which he wasted no time to rub small circles against. He smirked as your hands gripped tighter around his neck.

Your hips gently rocked against his hand as he held you steady between him and the wall, making sure you weren’t going anywhere. Your walls seemed to suck him in deeper, desperate for his intrusive fingers.

Just on his fingers you felt like a dream– warm, velvety, slick. He adored using his fingertips to explore every centimeter of your walls, poking and prodding every ounce of you he could find as he curled his fingers inside you.

His head pulled away from the top of your own and he cocked his head to bury his lips against your neck, needing to taste you again as you softly mewled at how his hands worked inside and against you.

His tongue lapped at your skin before he gently sucked on your flesh, his teeth catching before he bit down earning a shocked gasp from you. He couldn’t help but chuckle. He felt like he was biting down into the soft and delicate flesh of a peach. He withdrew himself before grazing his teeth along another spot on your neck, biting down once again. He was gentle, like he made himself promise to be… but every soft gasp you made made him want to bite harder and harder.

Every time he nibbled on your neck you clenched around his fingers and he couldn’t stop himself from working them faster— your sweet, kittenish sounds growing more incessant.

When your breath hitched in your throat and you let out a particularly strained whine, his fingers seemed to act on their own accord, picking up more pace inside of you. “You gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl?”

You held tighter around his neck, burying your face deeper into his skin as you nodded feebly, more strained whines escaping from your throat. His thumb drew tighter, more meticulous circles around your clit. “Look at me, sweet girl…”

This time your whine was in defiance, not wanting to draw your head away from the crook of his neck. “Don’t make me ask you again.” he warned.

When you withdrew from his neck, he swore he’d died and was facing the great beyond. Your brows were knit perfectly in pleasure, your eyes barely open; drunk on the bliss he was providing you. Your lips were parted, soft pants leaking from between them as your chin trembled slightly. “Fuck... you’re gorgeous.” he groaned looking you over. Your expression was motivation enough for him to push you over the edge, and it didn’t take long with the calculated movements of his fingers for you to crumble in his hands.

Your lips fell into a perfect little ‘o’ as your eyes rolled back before your lashes fluttered shut. Your walls constricted and stroked his fingers as your cunt flooded with warmth. He quickly buried his lips against yours, swallowing down the cries of your rapture to keep you quiet. As much as he wanted nothing more than to hear that sweet melodious pitch of your moans, he knew better than to risk being overheard.

He drew a few more gentle circles over your clit as he worked you through your release before your eyes opened again and found their way to his. A sloppy smile tugged gently at the corner of your lips and he withdrew his hand.

“Open that pretty mouth.” he ordered, and you obeyed instantly. He plunged his thick, slick coated fingers against your tongue. “Suck.”

You mewled pathetically as you followed instructions. He groaned as your tongue slid between his fingers, lapping up every ounce of your release. Your cheeks dented divinely as you sucked on his digits.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop and quickly brought them to his own mouth, tasting your sweetness and saliva on his own tongue. He hummed against his fingers, the sensation making his cock twitch again and he couldn’t deprave himself any longer of the need to slide himself inside you.

“Think you can take me now, sweet girl?” he purred, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. When you nodded he sucked his teeth again, “Use your words.”

You whined pathetically before you spoke, “P-Please, Charlie.” His lips pulled into a smirk at your obedience. “Such a good girl you are.”

His hands found your waist as he pulled you away from the wall, your legs clinging to his hips to steady yourself as he carried you as silently as he could down the hall and into the bedroom. He used his shoulder to shut the door, only continuing to the bed when it clicked against the frame.

He laid you on the bed gently as if too much pressure would cause you to shatter. He watched as your back arched upward to meet his hands. They curled into the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down.

His boyish excitement bubbled in his chest at the sight of your delightfully matching set of underwear. He couldn’t help himself from wondering if you always wore matching underwear or, if more self-indulgently, you knew by a greater power that he wouldn’t be able to help himself this evening and you wore them just for him.

You were a divine sight as his eyes roamed over you. The way your thighs met at the top, the smooth skin of your stomach rising and falling as you breathed with anticipation. You were glorious, and you were all for him.

As his hands began to work at the clasps of his slacks your hands snaked under your back to unclasp your bra. He quickly grabbed at your wrist. “Let me.” he pleaded. He needed to be the one to strip you of your clothing. With a nod of verification he withdrew his hand and kicked off his shoes before he stepped out of his pants, pushing them with little care out of the way.

He leaned over your perfect body, starting with an open mouthed kiss just above your pelvis before trailing them upward until he reached the underwire of your bra. His hands encircled around your frame, pushing between your skin and the sheets on the mattress to find the clasp against your back.

When his fingers made contact he fought against his haste to rip it off of you, instead delicately and teasingly unhooking one clasp, then the next, until the only support the bra had on your body was by the straps on your shoulders.

He pulled away from you, writhing his hands away from your back and to your shoulders as he dragged the straps down your arms, watching as your nipples immediately pebbled in the open air of his room.

He oddly missed the sight of the little rose between your breasts, but the supple flesh of your chest made up for its departure. His hands traced down your sides before roaming up toward your breasts, pawing at them as he placed kisses between them– hearing your sweet little hums of pleasure returning as he flicked his thumb over your bud.

He looked up at you from between your breasts, as your hands tangled gently into his hair, combing it out of the way of his eyes. “You’re perfect.” he praised as he pulled his lips away from you.

He stood to his full height, trailing his hands down your sides until his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties. This was it– this was the vision he was waiting for. Your body completely bare for him, every ounce of your flesh ready to be swallowed down by his eyes.

His breath hitched in his throat as he sucked down his excitement. First he saw your hips and the beginning of your pelvis, then he dragged the fabric further, finally bearing witness to your perfect little mound.

He dragged your panties all the way down your smooth legs before discarding them to the floor. He took hold of your knees and pushed them backward so you could display yourself for him.

Your whines of embarrassment as he gazed upon your idyllic cunt didn’t deter him in the slightest. He was swallowing up the vision of you– legs spread, completely stripped down for him.

He couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped past his lips. You were unparalleled. And right now, you were his. His cock twitched at the sight, and he palmed himself through his boxers, keeping one hand to caress up and down the side of your thigh.

As soon as his hand met himself he groaned softly, the excitement coursing through his veins again that momentarily he’d be buried deep inside your sweet cunt. Your awaiting eyes, the slightly nervous expression on your face made you seem ethereal– like you were just a dream and he had to resist the urge to pinch himself to verify that you were in fact very real.

He couldn’t take the wait any longer, it felt like it was eating him alive the longer he stared at the glistening evidence of your prior release still slick on your pussy. He tugged down his boxers with haste, kicking them to join his slacks off to the side. Your breath hitched as you caught sight of his size, making his eyes meet yours.

A smirk pulled on his lips, “I know you can take it, sweet girl.” he cooed, taking himself in his hand and giving him a few strokes. He smeared the precum across his length, circling his hand around his girth. His tip was angry, desperate to be buried deep inside you, and his veins pulsed in agreement. In just a moment he’d be able to feel his cock against your velveteen walls.

He kneeled on the edge bed, running his tip through your folds, making you whimper again. He shushed you gently, “Don’t worry, pretty. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He coated himself with your slick as he aligned himself with your entrance. He slowly, using all the restraint he had to not just completely sheathe himself inside you, pushed into you. Your cunt immediately clenched, tightening around what little he’d put in.

He groaned, working more of himself inside you as you strained out moans, struggling against his size.

The feeling was beyond what he thought he was prepared for. You were beyond perfect. His fingers did little to prepare him for this. Your cunt squeezed against him while simultaneously trying to draw him in, plush walls fluttering around his length.

He couldn’t stop himself, he pushed all the way into you as far as his cock would go, letting out a guttural groan as he bottomed out. “Fuck- you take me so good… you feel incredible.” he praised. You were reduced to only whines and whimpers as you fought to adjust to him, but he didn’t care.

His fingers drifted from your thighs to your tummy, his eyes widening in admiration as he caressed and admired the bulge in your belly where his dick resided from inside.

Christ, he wanted to fuck you dumb, fuck you so hard that you’d forget your own name, only babbling cock-drunken mumbles.

He pulled out of you, no longer interested if you were adjusted or not before he plunged back inside of you, his head lurching forward as his eyes shut at the feeling. You clearly weren’t fully adjusted yet from your feeble cry, but not to worry, you’d be there soon enough.

He dragged his hips back, his hands finding their way to your hips again as he pulled you down onto him– another cry pouring from your lips. He indulged himself with the unrealistic idea that a pretty little thing like you had never been touched before, that you were all encompassingly his.

He hissed through his teeth, his own brows knitting over the idea. “F-Fuck…” he groaned. He found a rhythm, fucking into you as gently as he could but his need was quickly winning him over as he increased the pace of his hips.

The way you whimpered his name drove him wild. Your chest rose and fell heavily, your fingers clutching tightly at his bedsheets.

He leaned over you, pressing his lips to your neck again as he gently nibbled and sucked at the skin, your hands wrapping under his arms stabilized by your head– fingernails scratching down his back as he bucked his hips into you. His cock slid between your plush walls, he hissed curses as he sank down into you, pressing them against the skin of your throat.

“Fuck-” he purred your name, “You’re amazing.” he praised, making you whimper again.

You pressed your hips to his with every withdrawal, as if you couldn’t stand the idea of him pulling out of you, as if you couldn’t wait for him to fill you again.

He bit down onto your neck, a little harsher than he’d admittedly meant to, making you mewl out. He withdrew from your body and grabbed tightly onto your thighs, dragging you toward him as he moved to stand at the edge of the bed. He pulled your legs to either side of his shoulders, desperate to breach as much of you as he could– and he was instantly gratified when his cockhead prodded against the silky, firm makings of your cervix. A groan of your name pulled from his throat as he sheathed himself against it.

Every pound of his hips to yours, every ram against your insides, made you cry out. He looked at the angelic expression of your pleasure before he leaned forward and pressed his hand over your mouth. As desperate as he was for you, he was even more so to not wake Henry– he wanted this moment to last forever, uninterrupted by anyone or anything.

With your noises muffled by his strong palm his movements grew fervid, his teeth gritting together to stifle his own sounds of pleasure. Your walls stroked him effortlessly, it drove him wild– borderline animalistic.

Your hands wrapped and gripped around his wrist as he looked over you, your brows knit together, your eyes pinched tightly shut as he fucked into you, each harsh thrust making your tits bounce as skin slapped against skin.

It was filthy, you were such an innocent and delicate thing, yet you let him fill you up with his cock like a whore.

That familiar clench he felt around his fingers now overwhelmed his length. His hand clutched tighter over your mouth as your whimpers grew incessant. You were unraveling right around him.

“Gonna-cum-on-my-cock-like-a-good-girl?” he emphasized his words with thrusts of his hips making you cry out against his palm. Your walls continued to clench, fluttering around him as he fucked into you.

Hitting again and again against the firm, slick surface of your cervix, the noises he worked so hard on muffling– he was nearing bliss himself. You nodded against his hand, muttering stuttered pleas against the skin of his palm.

“Then cum, sweet girl.” His hips slammed against yours again and as if he’d said the magic-fucking-word, your cunt fluttered causing his tip to twitch as your walls stroked him, your second release unraveling.

His hand dug harsher against your mouth as he watched you reach your peak– your eyes rolled before your lashes fluttered, pinching tightly shut. You cried out curses against his hand as you came on his dick.

He groaned as you milked his cock. White hot euphoria blurred his eyes as he leaned his head back, hips stuttering only for a moment before he shot ropes of cum deep inside your cunt.

You whimpered against his palm, your walls fluttering around him as he twitched, still thrusting into you but at a much slower fervency now. He opened his eyes and huffed harshly, looking down into your fucked out expression as he withdrew his hand.

He shoved your legs off his shoulders, closing in the distance between yours and his body as he crashed his lips against yours hungrily, clashing teeth against lips in the haste.

You moaned into his mouth and he happily swallowed them down, panting into your own, still dragging his hips through the end of his orgasm.

You were fucking perfect. He couldn’t say it enough, you were a gift from the heavens above; an angel. He often fantasized about the idea of fucking you– but he found his fantasies were not nearly as incredible as the genuine thing.

Fucks sake– he would happily stay buried in your cunt til the end of time. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you to whine in the loss of contact as he stood up to his full height and took himself in his hand, withdrawing from you.

As he unsheathed himself he watched as the combination of your releases slid from your hole… he couldn’t have that. He needed it to stay deep inside of you. Needed a part of him to remain in your cunt as a reminder of what he did to you, how he soiled your sweet air of innocence.

He dragged his tip along your folds, gathering up as much of it as he could before he gently shoved his cock back inside of you, making you whimper pathetically in overstimulation. He buried himself up inside you, bucking his hips gently as you tightened around him, making him hiss between his teeth.

You whimpered his name and he huffed softly, “Okay, sweet girl.” he cooed, curling over you again, and writhed a hand through your hair consolingly as he unsheathed from your sweet cunt.

Fucked out, skin tainted stickily with sweat, eyes heavy and tired… you were still nothing less than perfect to him– perhaps in this state even more so.

He was filled to the brim with desire for you, but he couldn’t stop himself from pressing a soft and gentle kiss to your lips. One of love rather than lust. He adored the way you hummed against his lips. His hands trailed gently up and down your sides.

He pulled away from your lips, looking down over your face as he gently caressed your cheek with the back of his knuckles. Perfect, he told himself again.

He helped you redress, as you were relentlessly unsteady on your own legs, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. He savored the way your fingers clutched his shoulders for stabilization as he helped you step into your underwear. He relished the way your head lolled softly against his chest as he pulled on your bra, clasping it in the back.

It was admittedly a walk of shame back to the living room for your shirt, but he’d do it a million times over just for you, for the way you depended on him for his assistance.

The two of you stood for a moment, neither one of you knowing exactly what to say as your eyes roamed each other. You were both, however, in a silent agreement that nobody could ever know what had happened… though Charlie selfishly hoped it would happen again.

“Let me help you.” he murmured, rushing to help you gather your bag, assisting you to pull it over your shoulder before you spun to look at him again.

He couldn’t help but smile as the fucked out expression still tainted your features. “Well… thank you for the book.” you mumbled softly.

After all that, he’d admittedly forgotten all about the book. His lips parted momentarily before they reconnected into a smile, and he softly shook his head. “I know it’s in good hands.”

He watched as your lips curled up into a gentle and innocent smile. “You’ll call me next time you need a sitter, right?” He noted your eyes nervously looking between his own, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing you closer, “You don’t think I’m getting rid of you any time soon, do you? Quite the opposite actually, sweet girl.”

You hummed softly as he placed a kiss on your forehead, making his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

He was rather saddened to watch you pull away from him, making your way to the front door– he wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and carry you to his bed to rest your tired body, but he knew he couldn’t do that.

So, he swallowed down his disappointment and unlocked the door for you, pulling it open.

You began to walk out, and he let himself indulge in the gentle sway of your hips as you walked past him, before you stopped, one hand on the frame of the door as you turned to face him.

He watched as your adorable wide eyes stared back into his. “Good night, Charlie.”

He beamed, “Good night,” he purred your name. You lingered a moment longer, and he resisted the urge to raise a questioning brow, until your hand met his chest and your lips met his for one last kiss– you pulled away after a moment, and with an air of excitement you quickly turned on your heel and made your way out the door.

He watched you glance back at him with that girlishly playful smile and he couldn’t help but chuckle. When you were out of sight he shut the door behind you, letting himself collapse against it as he writhed a hand through his hair, selfishly recalling tonight’s memories which were still, and would remain fresh in his mind for quite a while… surely until he saw you again, which he quickly made mental note to need you to watch Henry again soon.

You were a dangerous game, but Charlie wanted nothing more than to play.

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the new hire | steve raglan x female reader

rating | explicit

part 7/?

words | 4k

cw | dom/sub,smut,fluff,angst

ao3 link

There is no broken glass littering the floor of the pizzeria.

No movement on the monitors, no intruders, no rabbit, and no word from Steve Raglan—aka William Something.

You don’t know what you’d expected, really. A welcome back gift? The security office was disappointedly empty when you’d returned. The phone line was fixed, at least, the dial tone a welcoming sound in your ear. But that was all.

The temptation to call your employer is maddening. It takes every ounce of willpower not to. But you resist. You do your job every night of those five that week and you say nothing. Simply watching the screens. Waiting for something that doesn’t happen.

Maybe you’re just following orders. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re the tiniest bit defiant. You’re not going to give in quite so easily to the older man’s fickle whims. You’re not going to chase and you’re not going to beg. Your resolve holds and you secretly triumph over this small personal victory. You’ve done it. You’ve won.

You’ve just finished pulling the gate closed over the front of the main entrance doors Saturday morning, securing the thick padlock, when you hear a familiar car engine behind you.

You linger awhile longer even though the gate is secure, waiting to hear the sound of the engine silenced and the driver’s side door open and closed. No footsteps. He’s waiting for you, of course. To come to him.

You turn and ignore him completely, refusing to even glance in his direction. Your car keys are already in hand, poised to unlock the door of your own vehicle. That’s where you’re headed now, very pointedly avoiding the pull of the gaze that’s on you.

You don’t know how he manages to make it behind you so fast; you barely hear any movement. But William is at your back, slapping the keys right out of your hand, his hands grabbing you by the upper arms and turning you to face him. You’re trapped against the car, pinned beneath him, and the first hit of his cologne, even that first touch, is like a lightning strike in your core. You shouldn’t want him this badly, but you do.

“Did you really think you were just going to walk away with so much as a greeting?”

“You’ve ignored me all week.”

“Ignored you?” He barks a laugh. “Letting you do your job is ignoring you? You’re a grown woman. I have my own job. I’m not your babysitter. I’m not going to come here every night to hold your hand.”

You glare at him. Of course, he’s right. It didn’t really make sense for him to be there. But after that last phone call…

“You could have called me, at least, to make sure I’m okay. That your employee still has a pulse.”

“Of course you still have a pulse. Don’t be absurd.”

“But you didn’t know. Not until now.”

“I knew,” he says, and it makes you wonder, but not strongly enough. It’s too difficult to concentrate with him pressed up against you, warm and fragrant and aggressively masculine.

“I hate you,” you say, and you both know it’s a lie. It’s all you can manage, because to admit the other is just too much.

A small smirk. “As you should.”

“Did you miss me at all, William? Think about me even a little?”

It’s the first time you’ve said his real name in person, and the effect is quite obvious. He shudders against you, eyelashes fluttering, the softest little moan of sound escaping his lips. So much power in that name.

“Is that what you want to hear?” He leans and his lips brush your throat, then your ear. “I was coming here to bring you to my house. I thought we might have breakfast together. And of course pay you. But now, after this display…”

“Please take me home with you.” Back to begging already. It’s been, what, all of five minutes in his presence? Not even, and your newfound resolve has crumbled again.

“Are you going to behave? No back talk?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.” He licks the shell of your ear and you’re on fire.

“I’ll behave. I won’t back talk. I’ll be a good girl.”

He hums, brushing a quick kiss against your cheek before backing away. “Alright. Get in the car. And don’t forget your keys,” he tosses over his shoulder.

You bend to pick them up, hating yourself for how stupidly eager and happy you are, following this man to his car, asking him to unlock the door, seeing that pleased little curve of his mouth.

He’s got you trained, and he knows it.

***

The ride to William’s house is silent, but as soon as you’re both indoors he begins issuing commands.

“Go have a shower and get changed. Clothes on the bed. Then come down to the kitchen. Through here to the left.” He points to the hallway and you nod, trudging upstairs.

You’re thinking of washing up only to put your used panties back on and one of his tshirts again, most likely. Maybe you should start keeping spare clothing in your car. That’s assuming he’d let you wear it. Knowing the control freak, probably not.

You open the master bedroom door and glance at the made bed, then do a double take. It’s not one of his shirts after all.

There’s a gift bag, an actual gift bag with fluffy pastel pink and purple tissue paper, and inside is a cute set of pajama shorts and a matching camisole top, also in the same carnation and lavender shades. You check the tags and yes, he’s been generous this time and gotten the correct size. Well, shit. Now don’t you just feel like an asshole?

That’s what he wants, of course. Manipulating and teasing you. And don’t you just fucking love it. You rush through that shower even though you might have liked to linger a little longer because the pressure is so much better than it is at your apartment, just so you can get that gifted sleepwear on. And ok, maybe underwear would have been nice too, but you kind of like going commando in those shorts, if for no other reason than maybe it means there will be some sexual activities later.

See how quickly you forgive him? Pathetic.

You pad barefoot back downstairs to find William adding ingredients to a steel mixing bowl. You have started to eat something when you get home after work; you do actually sleep better when you do, you’ve grudgingly noticed. You can feel the warmth of the oven preheating as you walk by, a waft of heat striking bare legs. “What are you making?”

“We,” he corrects. “You’re helping. Go sit and I’ll bring it to you to mix.”

He doesn’t have a hand mixer? You almost grumble this out loud but then you remember your promise from earlier: No back talk. So you drag out a kitchen chair from under the table and sit down. “Thank you for the pajamas. They’re comfy.”

He grunts in acknowledgment, still occupied at the counter. Well, he wouldn’t have picked them out if he didn’t want to see you in them, so at his own pace, you guess. Not that you expected much of a compliment.

Instead you take the time to look around the kitchen. Black appliances. Gray cabinets and laminate flooring. Definitely a remodel since it was first installed. You’re so tempted to ask what happened to the rest of the people that must have lived here once. What had his wife been like? Did she just get fed up with his attitude and leave? You can’t even picture him around children. So strict. No patience. He’d never tolerate them.

Why is he using a false name?

“Here. Start stirring.” He sets the bowl in front of you, interrupting your musings. You can see yellow batter, cranberries, orange zest. Muffins, probably. The citrus scent is refreshing. You begin stirring with the spoon he provides and it isn’t long before your arm starts aching. The mixture is thick. You’re starting to feel drowsy, especially after that hot shower.

Williams fingers graze the bare skin between your neck and shoulder, a little damp, recently washed at the sink, you think. They flick one of the straps of your cami over the curve of that upper extremity joint, just a casual gesture, but suddenly you’re alert, tense, the hand stirring freezing in place. “I didn’t say to stop,” he murmurs, and now his lips are where his fingers just occupied, and your hand will no longer cooperate. You face turns to find his mouth there and you drop the spoon, both hands reaching for him.

There’s a palm dragging past your collarbone to find your breast beneath the flowy material and this, you suddenly realize, is why he purchased something looser. He’s planned this all along, every move of every game piece always accounted for. That warm hand strokes your breast as his tongue caresses yours. He drags you to your feet, somehow managing not to break contact, his mouth on some part of you, his hand on another, until you’re pushed up against the island, one hand braced near your neck, the other hastily shoving your new shorts down. There’s a thumb thrusting in your mouth and you bite it, suck and moan around it, arching and pressing your bare buttocks back against him.

“So hungry for this, aren’t you? So desperate. Thought about this all week…probably ever since I met you…”

True, all of it. “Please…”

“You want it? You know the rules. You have to ask for it.” He licks a stripe against your neck, his breath hot and stuttering. The anticipation isn’t solely on your end.

“Please fuck me, William. I need that cock inside me. Please…” You’re reaching around behind you, blindly trying to find the zipper of his pants. Anything to make it happen faster. You’re gushing arousal. Absolutely aching.

“Fuck.” He’s out of his pants, and inside you. One smooth slide home, because you’re so fucking wet for him, because you’re pushing back even as he’s thrusting forward, one hand making you bend over the tiled surface, your half naked form touching the cool ceramic. He’s filling you, stretching you, and it’s more than you’ve ever known. You feel a hand knot in your hair, jerking your head back, using it as a handle to fuck you with. He’s rough and deep and hard and you love every minute of it. The tiles are warm now, warm from the heat of your body, moist from panted breath and sweat as he pounds into you.

The oven beeps—finally preheated, the correct temperature reached—and suddenly the older man is no longer fucking you within an inch of your life. He’s no longer fucking you at all, and it’s not some accidental slip out, which would be understandable given how much slick your body’s been dispensing. You straighten up and turn to find he’s already disappointingly back in his pants—though they definitely are not fitting correctly—his attention once again on preparing breakfast, grabbing the bowl off the kitchen table, finishing the mixing and spooning portions into cups in a muffin tray, then sliding it onto the top rack in the oven and setting the timer. All of this while you stare, absently sliding your pajamas back into place.

The career counselor finally meets you gaze. “What? The oven was ready.”

“You…you can’t just…”

“I can’t just what?” He lifts one of the unused oranges from the counter, tossing it and catching it.

“You can’t just start fucking someone and then stop.”

“Says who?”

Oh, he was so fucking infuriating. You forget your vow of obedience and stride over to him, ripping the fruit from his fingers. “I do. You don’t do that. You don’t get someone worked up and then just abandon them without letting them finish.”

“I didn’t finish either, as you’ll recall. I need this back if I’m going to make juice. Unless you want coffee, which I’m fairly certain you don’t.” He tugs on the orange and you release it. “Don’t pout.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He sighs, setting the citrus fruit down and turning back to face you. “Do you really just want a five minute quickie? Or would you rather have something that lasts a little longer?”

“I…” Oh. Oh, he meant…he wasn’t done…

“It was just a way to pass the time. You know the expression ‘a watched pot never boils’? It’s the same with preheating an oven, I swear.” He tucks his fingers under your chin and kisses you, and it’s the most gentle, tender one you’ve experienced from him yet. “Be patient for a little while longer.”

Your arms thread beneath his and you hug him. He’s a little stiff at first, the gesture unexpected, but then his arms come around you and he embraces you and you almost want to weep because of how perfect it feels to be there, like this.

“Why can’t you always be this nice?” You mumble against his shirt.

“Because it’s not what you really want. Not what you need.”

“What about you? What do you want? What do you need?” Your face lifts and you draw back to look at him.

Say me. Just say me, even if it’s a lie. Just make this happy moment last a little longer.

William remains silent.

***

You don’t eat at the kitchen table, as you’d expected.

Instead you’re in the living room, on the couch, with a tray on the coffee table. You’ve got a small plate with a cranberry orange muffin sliced and slathered in melted butter, fresh from the oven and fuck if it isn’t the most heavenly thing you’ve ever tasted. So stupidly perfect because you’re sitting with your legs folded, leaning against William, and he’s oddly receptive to all of it. It’s very nearly cuddling, and you don’t know what to make of it. You both eat and drink and when you’re both full his arm stretches behind you and his hand brushes your shoulder, rubbing soft patterns into it. You’re drowsy again, and you think you could fall asleep right here, like this.

“I don’t hate you,” you murmur. Your eyelids are heavy as you gaze at the older man.

“I know,” he replies.

“You always know everything.” You’re not sure if it’s an insult or a compliment. Not exactly snarky, but not particularly reverent, either.

You’re rewarded with a soft smile. “You want to sleep here or you want me to bring you upstairs?”

“Is that really an option?” Here seems good, but being in his arms might be better.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to nap with me?”

“Yes.”

“‘M’kay. Upstairs.”

You keep forgetting how strong the social worker is. He lifts you easily, like you’re nothing, feather weight. A memory resurfaces. You can remember falling asleep on the couch. Waking up, but pretending to still be asleep so your dad would carry you upstairs. You think he knew you were really awake but indulged you anyway. The silly things a child takes pleasure in. Here you are again and it doesn’t feel so different. Sinking down into that bed. Oh, you’d forgotten. Those luxurious sheets, those comfortable pillows. You try to watch the bearded man get undressed, curious about seeing more of the scars. He’s too swift. Too stealthy. He’s beside you in bed before you know it.

“I did miss you,” he says, or at least, you think he does. It’s so faintly whispered you wonder if you’ve imagined it, this last little thought before you fall asleep.

***

You feel someone watching you.

Your face turns and it’s William gaze you’ve been feeling, his head cushioned by a pillow with his arm tucked beneath it, the other arm draped over your waist, the comforter somewhere near your hips. You rub that extremity, rifling through the dark lines of hair, afraid to speak, afraid that this is the moment where everything goes back to the way it was before. You’ll lose this side of him, hidden behind a door that once shut can never be reopened.

You press your index and middle fingers to your lips and then touch his cheek. He snickers, but it’s gentle, bemused more than condescending. “You’re such a child, sometimes.”

“I can’t help it.”

“No, I suppose you can’t. My good girl,” he murmurs, and the addition of that one simple word of possession before that praise makes you ache. You want to be his.

“William.” It’s the closest thing you can offer with a similar sentiment, and it’s effective. He pushes himself up onto his elbow, shifts until he’s climbed over you, on elbows and knees, mouth teasing the corner of your jaw. “Please…”

“I know what you want,” he rasps before his lips touch yours. Rough this time. Sucking the bottom wedge, tongue thrusting between your lips. It’s as if you’d never paused earlier. A joint effort shoves your pajama shorts down, gets him free of his briefs. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pauses, as if considering, before dragging it over his head, your top following. You don’t ask where the scars come from, why there are so many, so widely distributed. You just want to feel his bare skin against yours. No more barriers. No more obstacles. No waiting. No pausing.

William bends your legs back and leans into you, rolling his body weight until his cock slides inside. How have you forgotten so quickly how much of him there is? Inside of you; the suffocating, neverending cascade of breath stealing kisses. That voice crooning in your ear, sultry and coarse. Those eyes hovering above yours, watching your reactions, twin seas to drown in. His cock saws in and out of your pussy fast and slow, rough and soft, blurring each sensation until you’re on a perpetual almost-but-not-quite tipping point, the pleasure so heightened it’s nearly numbing.

He drops beside you and you climb on top of him, grinding back down, impaled and bending to capture his mouth again. Saliva pools on his tongue and you suck that strand, drag it into your mouth and then let it drip back into his, now a combination of yours and his, merged liked your sex, sheathed, sliding into that hot, wet maw that clenches greedily.

He’s noisy, not just speech-wise but overall sound-wise, and you adore that—even better than the filthy talk, and there’s plenty of that, make no mistake—are the gasps and sighs and moans. Not the fake, theatrical artifice that’s portrayed in pornography, but genuine appreciation for the pleasure you’re gifting him, noises that aren’t even always voluntarily made, escaping and surprising you both at their rawness. You feel needed and wanted and in that moment of intimacy with him him you feel like you’re the only one who understands exactly what it is those are even though he’d remained silent when you’d asked earlier. You both suit each other, somehow, filling in the gaps each has to make a complete, whole being. As much as you enjoying coming undone, the feeling of him finally giving in, reaching that level of vulnerability, is beyond satisfying.

It’s early evening by the time you shower again—with him, this time, and that act is its own special kind of bliss—and you help him change the sheets, giggling over the corner that snaps free, the fitted end not tucked securely on his side. You’ve completely forgotten yourself, forgotten everything that had come before this. No longer drifting lost and aimless. You feel like you belong here. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier.

And it’s written all over your face, surely. William grows quieter and quieter, and a worry starts to creep into your happiness. Was it ending already? Was this only only temporary?

“I’ll drop you back at your car whenever you’re ready.”

The words douse you like a bucket of ice water. “What?”

He tosses the last pillow on the bed and folds the comforter over it. “I’ll give you a ride back to Freddy’s.”

“Um…I thought maybe I was spending the night?”

“No.” He straightens, pointing to your uniform. “You should get dressed.”

You’re still wrapped in a towel from the shower. He’s already shrugging back into the clothes he’d had on earlier.

“William.”

Slacks fastened. V neck long sleeve shirt pulled overhead. He glances at the wallet and glasses on the nightstand.

“William,” you say again, more firmly.

“I know, I forgot to pay you. It’s too late to go to the bank now. It’ll have to wait until Monday,” he mutters distractedly.

“I don’t care about that right now. Will you look at me, please?” You touch his sleeve and he turns to face you.

“What?”

“Why are you throwing me out?”

“I’m not. You’ve been here all day. Surely you have things to do. I certainly do.”

“No, actually, I don’t. You can’t…you can’t be serious. After…”

“After what?” He snaps. “What is it you expect to happen here, exactly? You wanted me to fuck you. I did. End of story.”

Your stomach drops. Oh, you’d known it was too good to be true. In your warped mind you’d imagined it to be some sweeping romance where he finally came to his senses. But it wasn’t that at all, was it?

No. No. You don’t engage in that level of intimacy and not have some sort of emotional connection with it. Otherwise he would’ve just finished back in the kitchen and been done with it. There’s more to it than that. There has to be. He’s the one that invited you over. Twice, now. Even summoning you back to the office. There’s something more between you.

“I had a wonderful time this afternoon. This entire day,” you begin, choosing your words carefully.

“Good.” He shoves his wallet in his pocket.

“And I think you did too.”

“Of course.” Now the glasses are slipped back into place.

“Maybe more than you expected. And maybe it’s a little alarming. I know, I didn’t expect it either. So maybe we should—”

“—No.”

“I didn’t finish—”

“—I said no. We’re not talking about this. You enjoyed yourself, good. That’s all there is to say about it. Hurry up and get dressed.”

“What is it that you have to do that’s so important?”

“Not your concern.”

“For fuck’s sake, William. Can you not with the rehearsed, vague answers for once?”

“You don’t want to know.” His voice is oddly calm, quiet. Unsettling.

You throw your hands up in exasperation. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll meet you downstairs. Five minutes.”

***

Earlier you’d felt so happy, so content. Buoyed up on good feelings.

Now it’s the complete opposite. You feel used, dirty. Confused and hurt. He’s made you feel like this before, but never to this extent. You almost wished now it hadn’t been so passionate between you. A quick fuck in the kitchen probably would have preferable to that cruel tease, these feelings.

Neither of you speak on the way back to the restaurant. He pulls up beside your car, staring straight ahead, the engine still running. The rabbit’s foot keychain is swinging violently back in forth.

“Get out.”

“William.”

“You know what? I’ve changed my mind. Don’t call me that anymore.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong. I’ve done everything you’ve told me to.”

“Keep doing that. Get out.”

“No. Not until you explain what happened.”

He sighs heavily, switching off the engine and opening the door. Your own is opened and his hand closes over your arm. You’re still restrained by the lap belt. He reaches for this now, fumbling with the buckle and cursing, your fingers struggling to assist him, or stop him, you don’t even know which. He’s panting heavily. Not angry, even though it seems like it. Something else.

The metal finally releases and the nylon strap winds back into place. You let yourself be dragged up out of the car, your fingers knotting in his shirt, sliding behind his neck, trying to pull his mouth towards yours. He keeps turning his face away, trying to avoid making contact. “No. Stop it. Stop…” His voice changes. No longer a command. Pleading now. “Stop making me feel this way,” he whispers, finally surrendering, letting your mouths fit together.

Fear. He’s afraid. That’s what it is.

Putting him at your mercy.

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