#the Babysitter

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samara weaving as bee in the babysitter (2017)

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THE BABYSITTER (2017) dir. McG

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The babysitter • Bodyguard!Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Victor Dimitri has had enough of his daughter and her wild streak. When she crosses a boundary even she knows she shouldn’t have, he hires her a personal bodyguard or in her words, A babysitter. When he comes into her life she’s defiant won’t listen to a word he says but Rafe is used to a challenge 

Warnings: Mention of violence, Dark themes, murder, Kidnapping, drug trafficking and Abuse, Neglectful parents, sexual themes, eventual Smut- MDI 

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The shrill ring of her father’s voice echoed through the grand dining room, cutting through the pounding headache that already made Y/N regret last night’s choices.

“What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?” he bellowed, pacing behind his seat at the head of the long oak table. His tailored suit strained against his movements, his anger barely contained. 

“The Romano boy? Of all the men you could’ve dragged into your mess, it had to be him?”

Y/N sat at the other end of the table, legs crossed, nursing a cup of coffee she hadn’t even touched. She wasn’t in the mood for this—especially not after waking up to an avalanche of angry texts from her father’s men, one of whom had tracked her down at Marco’s penthouse that morning.

“Dragged into my mess?” she retorted, rubbing her temple. “That’s rich coming from you. Don’t act like you don’t have skeletons in your closet. You’re just mad because he’s a Romano.”

Her father stopped pacing and slammed both hands on the table, the sound reverberating through the room. “This isn’t about me. This is about you throwing your name—and my reputation—around like it’s a damn party favor!”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. No one cares, Dad. Marco and I—”

“Don’t say his name!” he snapped, his face darkening. “Do you even understand what you’ve done? You’ve handed the Romanos ammunition. God knows what he’s already told his father about you. About us!”

Y/N stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “He doesn’t know anything, okay? It was one night. A stupid, meaningless night. Can we all just move on?”

“No, we can’t just move on!” her father barked, his voice growing louder. “Your reckless behavior is going to get you killed, Y/N. Do you think the Romanos will hesitate to use you to get to me?”

“Maybe if you didn’t treat me like a prisoner, I wouldn’t have to sneak around in the first place!” she shot back, her voice rising to match his.

“I treat you like a prisoner because you act like a spoiled child!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t act like one if you actually trusted me!”

Her father stared at her, his face hard, but his silence was more telling than any words. Finally, he straightened, tugging at the cuffs of his jacket as if to compose himself. “This ends now,” he said coldly.

“What does that mean?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“It means I’m done letting you run wild. From now on, you’ll have someone watching your every move.”

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “So, what? You’re going to hire a babysitter?”

“No.” His voice was deadly serious. “I’m assigning you a bodyguard.”

The smirk dropped from her face. “You can’t be serious.”

“Try me,” he growled.

“Dad, you can’t do this! I’m not some damsel in distress. I don’t need a bodyguard!”

“Clearly, you do,” he said, his tone sharp. “Because if last night is any indication, you’re determined to get yourself killed—or worse.”

Her blood boiled. “This is insane. You can’t just shove someone into my life and expect me to go along with it.”

“I can, and I will,” he said with finality. “And if you even think about sneaking out or pulling some stunt, trust me, the consequences will make you wish you’d stayed in line.”

Her fists clenched at her sides, but she knew arguing further was pointless. When her father made up his mind, nothing could change it.

Hours later, Y/N sat in the living room, fuming as she waited for her new “babysitter” to arrive. She’d spent the afternoon alternating between ranting to herself and glaring at the clock, as if sheer force of will could undo the disaster her father had created.

When the heavy oak door finally creaked open, she didn’t bother looking up at first, expecting some grizzled ex-cop or one of her father’s longtime lackeys. But the deep voice that greeted her father made her turn her head.

“Mr. Dimitri,” the man said, his tone smooth and professional.

Y/N froze.

Rafe.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and ridiculously attractive in a way that irritated her immediately. His greasy bangs that were styled enough to look effortless, and his piercing eyes scanned the room with the precision of someone trained to notice everything.

“Rafe, this is my daughter, Y/N,” her father said, gesturing toward her. “She’ll be your priority from now on. She doesn’t go anywhere without you. Understood?”

Rafe nodded, his gaze locking onto hers. “Understood.”

Y/N crossed her arms and leaned back against the couch, her glare unwavering. “Great. Another set of eyes watching my every move. Just what I needed.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Rafe said, his voice calm but with a hint of sarcasm.

“Don’t bother trying to charm me,” she snapped. “This isn’t happening.”

“It’s already happening,” her father interjected. “And Rafe isn’t here to win your approval. He’s here to keep you alive.”

By the time the sun set, Y/N’s frustration had reached a boiling point. She refused to let her father or Rafe dictate her life, and tonight, she planned to prove it.

Slipping into a sleek black dress, she made sure to pick one that would drive her father crazy. With her heels clicking against the marble floors, she strode toward the front door, where Rafe was already waiting. 

“Going somewhere?” he asked, leaning casually against the wall.

“Out,” she said shortly.

“Not without me, you’re not.”

She huffed. “Fine. But try to keep up.”

At the club, Y/N wasted no time diving into the crowd, the flashing lights and pounding music swallowing her whole. She smiled to herself as she weaved through the sea of bodies, knowing Rafe wouldn’t dare follow her here.

Or so she thought.

The club was a blur of lights and sound, a chaotic pulse that seemed to match Y/N’s mood. She was determined to enjoy herself tonight, despite the human shadow her father had assigned to follow her every move. 

With her friends laughing beside her, a drink in her hand, and music vibrating through her body, she almost forgot about Rafe—almost.

Leaning against the bar with Sasha and Mia, she sipped her cocktail and let the night wash over her. The tension in her chest eased, the weight of her father’s control momentarily lifting.

But then Sasha nudged her, a teasing smirk on her lips. “Your watchdog is still here,” she said, nodding toward the far corner of the room.

Y/N turned her head just enough to spot Rafe, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. He looked out of place, dressed in all black, his presence far too serious for a place like this.

“Bodyguard,” Y/N muttered, taking another sip of her drink.

“Bodyguard?” Sasha repeated, her eyebrows raising in surprise. “What are you, royalty now?”

“Hardly,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. “My dad thinks I need a babysitter.”

Sasha laughed. “A babysitter? Honey, that is not a babysitter. That’s a goddamn Calvin Klein model. Look at him!”

Mia leaned closer, a playful glint in her eyes. “Seriously, Y/N, what’s his deal? He’s hot.”

Y/N groaned. “Don’t get used to it. He won’t be around long.”

“Oh, come on,” Mia said, giving her a sly grin. “You can’t tell me you’re not even a little interested, he looks like every guy you’ve hooked up with in the last year.” 

“Trust me, I’m not,” Y/N said firmly. “He’s insufferable, and he works for my dad. End of story.”

As the night wore on, Y/N felt the weight of Rafe’s watchful eyes more keenly. It grated on her nerves, reminding her that no matter where she went, she couldn’t truly escape the control her father had over her life.

So when the opportunity to slip away presented itself, she took it.

A guy she’d been chatting with—a tall, dark-haired stranger with a charming smile and a low voice—offered to get her some air. 

The idea of shaking Rafe off her trail, even for a moment, was too tempting to resist. She grabbed his hand and let him guide her through the crowd, weaving between bodies until they slipped out a side door into the cool night.

The alley was dimly lit, the muffled sound of the club spilling out behind them. The guy leaned against the brick wall, flashing her an easy grin.

“So, does your bodyguard follow you everywhere?” he teased, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/N laughed, the sound slightly bitter. “He’s not my bodyguard. He’s my dad’s lackey, and he’s completely insufferable.”

“Well,” the guy said, stepping closer, “I’d say he’s not doing a great job, since you’re out here with me.”

But before Y/N could respond, a voice cut through the night like a whip.

“Y/N!”

She turned, her stomach sinking as she saw Rafe striding toward them, his face a storm of anger.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath.

The guy held up his hands, taking a cautious step back. “Hey, man, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend,” Y/N snapped, her cheeks flushing with a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

“Then who the hell is he?” the guy asked, glancing between them.

“I’m her bodyguard,” Rafe growled, his voice low and dangerous. “And you’re done here. Leave.”

The guy hesitated, looking at Y/N as if waiting for her to intervene.

“Just go,” she said, her voice sharp.

He shrugged, muttering, “Alright, whatever,” before slipping back into the club.

The moment he was gone, Rafe rounded on her.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

Y/N crossed her arms, her defiance flaring. “I was thinking I don’t need you babysitting me. I’m fine, Rafe. You don’t need to follow me everywhere.”

“You think you’re fine?” he snapped, his tone incredulous. “You ran off with some random guy without telling anyone where you were going. Do you even realize how stupid that was?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not stupid. It’s called living my life. Something you wouldn’t understand.”

His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with frustration. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re a pain in the ass,” she shot back. “I didn’t ask for you to follow me around, so don’t expect me to listen to your little lectures.”

Rafe took a deep breath, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not here to ruin your fun. I’m here to keep you alive. And stunts like this make my job a hell of a lot harder.”

“Well, maybe you should find a new job,” she said, turning on her heel and heading back toward the door.

Rafe grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “This isn’t a game, Y/N.”

“Good luck, tough guy. I’m not changing for anyone.”

Rafe’s expression hardened, and without another word, he grabbed her hand and led her to the waiting car.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like she might have met her match—and she hated it.

The car ride home was suffocating. Y/N sat with her arms crossed, glaring out the window, while Rafe drove in silence, his grip tight on the steering wheel. Her heart pounded with leftover adrenaline from their argument in the street, but she refused to say a word.

When they finally pulled into the long driveway of her father’s estate, she threw open the car door before he even turned off the engine.

“Thanks for the ride, babysitter,” she snapped, storming toward the front door.

Rafe followed close behind, his footsteps heavy. “Don’t think for a second this is over,” he called after her.

“Good, because I have plenty more to say,” she shot back, shoving the door open and stomping through the grand foyer.

By the time she reached her bedroom, her temper was bubbling over. She slammed the door behind her, but before she could lock it, Rafe caught it with his hand and pushed it open.

“Are you always this dramatic, or is tonight special?” he asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“Get out!” she barked, spinning around to glare at him.

“Not a chance,” he replied, crossing his arms. “Your dad told me to keep an eye on you, and after tonight, I’m not taking any chances.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Of course he did. He probably told you all about me, didn’t he? I bet you think you know everything.”

“Actually,” Rafe said, his eyes narrowing slightly, “he did tell me all about you. And you know what? It’s nothing new.”

Her brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, stepping into the room, “you’re not as special as you think you are. You think you’re the first spoiled brat I’ve had to deal with? You think you’re some kind of challenge? Newsflash, princess: I’ve handled worse.”

Her jaw dropped, a mix of indignation and disbelief washing over her. “Go fuck yourself, Rafe!”

“Charming,” he said with a smirk, though his tone remained firm. “You can stomp around and throw a tantrum all you want, but I’m not going anywhere.”

She clenched her fists, her anger boiling over. Without thinking, she yanked off her heels and tossed them onto the floor with a loud thud. Then, she reached behind her back to unzip her dress.

“What are you doing?” Rafe asked, his voice sharp as he averted his gaze.

“Getting ready for bed,” she said curtly, sliding the straps off her shoulders. “You want to babysit me? Fine. Watch me get ready for bed.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, turning his back to her. “You really are a piece of work, you know that?”

“Yeah, and you’re a pain in the ass,” she shot back, pulling the dress off and grabbing her pajamas from the dresser. “Maybe you should quit now and save us both the headache.”

“Nice try,” he said, glancing over his shoulder briefly before catching himself and turning back around. “But I’m not going anywhere. Your dad hired me for a reason, and I don’t quit.”

“Well, maybe you should,” she said, yanking her pajama top over her head. “Because I’m not going to make this easy for you.”

“Good,” he said, his voice steady. “I don’t like easy.”

She stopped, momentarily stunned by his calm demeanor. “Are you always this smug?”

“Only when I’m right,” he said, finally turning back to face her. “And trust me, Y/N, you’re not going to scare me off. You can argue, you can stomp, you can throw whatever little fits you want, but it won’t change a thing. I’m here. Get used to it.”

For a moment, they locked eyes, the tension between them crackling like a live wire. She wanted to yell at him, to kick him out of her room and slam the door in his face. But the way he stood there, completely unfazed, made her chest tighten with a mix of frustration and something she didn’t want to name.

“Whatever,” she muttered, turning away and climbing into bed. “Just don’t hover over me like a creep while I sleep.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, smirking. “I’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Good,” she snapped, pulling the covers over herself.

“Good,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe.

For a few moments, silence filled the room, but the tension lingered. Y/N closed her eyes, willing herself to ignore him, but deep down, she knew this was just the beginning.

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Snippet of the next Babysitter chapter I have started

(The next chapter will not be till after my exams are finished so here’s something so I don’t completely neglect you all)

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“What?” You chuckle out, moving your hand to settle at her waist, toying with the fabric with a smug smile, raising your brows at her playfully as she tries to hide her smile, her head tiling marginally in warning but also endearment. “I was just thinking about how you still haven’t given me that strip tease you promised me,” you whisper in a tease, pressing a brief kiss to her cheek as she rolls her eyes at your antics, her fingers abandoning your hair and moving to press into your back comfortingly, the action natural and domestic and spreading love throughout you.

“I have given you many strip teases,” she counters, a brief tint of pink gracing your cheeks as memories of her teasing and tormenting you in the bedroom filled your mind, the older woman noticing the way your pupils dilated at her words, gaze drifting down to her lips instinctively.

“Not on a table,” you murmur back, your lips tugging up into a triumphant smile at your remark and the way it earns an angelic laugh from Wanda, her head shaking softly.

“And doing it on a table does it for you?” She muses teasingly, letting her hands roam your body, caressing your curves in a tantalising manner as you sigh at her touch, feeling a familiar heat flooding through your body, settling prominently in your lower abdomen as Wanda tilts her head, ghosting her lips against yours. You lean in subtly, wanting to press your lips to hers, to feel her plump and intoxicating lips against yours and have all your thoughts fly out of your mind, but she pulls back cruelly, encouraging you to chase her lips, showing her your eagerness and desperation.

“Mhmm,” you hum back, eyes trained on her lips before flickering up to meet her amused green, your body slotted between her legs as one of your hands moves to brace yourself against the table, bodies pressing together. “Makes it so much sexier,” you whisper out, humour lacing your voice as you finally press your lips to hers, the two of you smiling into it like lovesick fools.

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I’m sorry for the long delays between writing but I hope you all understand that life sadly takes priority!

Summer will be filled with chapters and new fics so hopefully that makes up for the disappearances :)

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6/31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN — The Babysitter (2017)

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The Babysitter

Summary: Jared convinces Jensen to go to a bar and have a little fun, but it’s not until he’s driving the babysitter home that he gets the kind of fun he didn’t even know he wanted.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Hot Babysitter for @j3bingo 

Warnings: flirting, age gap (20/41), pwp, daddy kink, praise kink, smut, oral sex (m rec), fingering, p in v.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this filth! 😘💖

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“Come on, man!” Jared encouraged. “It’s been a year since your divorce. You gotta get back out there.”

“I’m not ready to date, Jar. I told you that. My focus is on my kids right now,” Jensen huffed, having lost count of how many times Jared had tried to get him to start dating.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything about dating,” Jared chuckled. “I’m talking about going out to a bar, having a few drinks, maybe taking a girl home for some fun. We could go out tomorrow? I’ll be your wingman, just like old times.”

“And where am I supposed to find a babysitter with such short notice, huh? Gen’s away, so it’s not like we can ask her,” Jensen retorted.

“I’ll ask Y/N,” Jared shrugged. “Gen and I trust her completely. She’s a med student and has been watching our kids for a couple of years now.”

“I don’t know, man,” Jensen groaned.

“She’s not a complete stranger to your kids either, you know. Y/N’s watched them before, too,” Jared continued, not taking notice of his friend’s reluctance. “Come on, even if it doesn’t end in a good time between the sheets with a hot girl—which I am all for, FYI, because, dude, how long has it been?—we can at least go out, have a few beers, watch a football game. What d’ya say?”

“It has been a long time since that. And even longer since I went to a bar to watch a game,” Jensen agreed. “And the Cowboys are playing. Yeah, alright, let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” Jared grinned.

“Yeah. Call Y/N and see if she’s free and doesn’t mind a couple of extra kids for the night.”

While driving to Jared’s, Jensen couldn’t help but feel excited for their night ahead. It had been so long since he’d taken any time to himself. He’d been so focused on his kids and work since the divorce and had fooled himself into thinking he was happy. He deserved to have a little fun. He still had a lot of life to live and a lot of love to give, and although he wasn’t looking to date quite yet, if someone caught his eye tonight, maybe he’d get lucky.

Jensen pulled up in the driveway, got himself and the kids out of the car, and went up to the house. With their families so close, the kids opened the Padalecki’s front door and ran straight into the house.

Chuckling, Jensen walked in after them and closed the door behind him. As he made his way down the hallway, a laugh as sweet as honey reached his ears, and he found himself straightening his posture and puffing his chest slightly.

“Hey, man,” Jared said as he walked into the kitchen, where a woman with Y/H/C hair had her back to him. “This is Y/N,” his friend continued, and when she turned around and smiled at him, Jensen’s heart skipped a beat, and everything else Jared said was lost in this stunning woman’s haze.

Y/N was hot and way out of his league, and not just because he was old enough to be her father. She was gorgeous with her big doe eyes, beautiful smile, curves in all the right places—

“Jay? You with me, man?” Jared’s voice pulls him away from his stupor and back to the two people in the room: Jared, with a concerned frown on his brow and Y/N, smirking softly at him and gently chewing on her bottom lip.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Just trying to remember if I locked the door when I left,” Jensen lied.

“Okay,” Jared said, not sounding entirely convinced but seemingly letting it go. “Ready to go?”

“Sure. Thanks for this, Y/N. I appreciate you taking on another two kids for the night,” Jensen said, finally getting something out to the girl.

“It’s my pleasure,” Y/N smiled softly, and he swore he saw a little bit of flirtatiousness in her eyes.

“Thanks, man. I think this is just what I needed,” Jensen said as he and Jared got into the car to drive home. “It’s been so long since we just grabbed a beer and some wings.”

“It has,” Jared agreed. “It was nice to have my buddy back, but I gotta ask, no interest in any of the women in there? At least five had their eyes on you, man, and some of them were gorgeous.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that, but when I am, you’ll be the first to know.” It wasn’t entirely true. If Y/N were older, he’d definitely try and hit that, but he was far too old for her, and there was no chance she’d want to have sex with an old man.

They settled into a quiet ride back to Jared’s house, filled with light conversation on their plans for a day at the lake with the kids tomorrow.

Pulling into Jared’s drive for the second time that day, both men exited the vehicle and headed into the house and through to the living room.

Jensen stopped in the doorway, noticing that Y/N was watching a movie, her hair pulled back in a messy knot on top of her head, teasing him with her bare, unblemished neck that he wanted to cover in his marks.

He needed to get a grip of himself. And he definitely needed to dig out his favourite porn videos and carve out a little time to take care of himself because this was ridiculous. Y/N was hot; there was no doubting that, but his fascination with her had to be because of his lack of sexual release.

“Hey,” Y/N said when she saw them. “The kids are fine. They’re all asleep in the tent we put up in the playroom.”

“Great, thanks, Y/N. They didn’t give you any trouble?” Jared checked.

“None. They were perfect, as always,” Y/N smiled as she put on her jacket, threw her backpack over her shoulder, and tucked the cash Jared had given her for babysitting into her pocket.

“Thanks again. I appreciate you coming out at short notice and giving up your weekend,” Jared smiled at the young woman.

“They’re good kids, so it’s no problem. Plus, I managed to get some studying done without my roommates being too loud,” she giggled.

“I appreciate it all the same,” Jared nodded. “Hey, man,” he added, turning his attention to Jensen. “Why don’t you leave the kids here for the night? They’re sleeping comfortably, and you’ll be over for breakfast anyway, right?”

“You sure?” Jensen checked.

“Yeah,” Jared confirmed. “No point in waking and upsetting them when they’ll be coming back here anyway.”

“Alright, thanks, Jared,” Jensen said as he slapped his friend on the back, his mind already drifting to those porn videos. “Y/N, do you need a ride home? I didn’t see a car out there, and it’s the least I can do.”

“Sure. Thank you, Jensen,” Y/N replied, a shy smirk pulling at lips.

“How was your night?” Y/N asked as they climbed into his car.

“Good. It’s been a while since I just went for a beer with a friend,” Jensen replied.

“So it was just a drink with a friend? No ladies on your radar? Jared made it sound like you were out on the prowl, and he needed to be your wingman!” Y/N grinned at him.

“Uh, there were a few pretty girls, sure, but I’m not looking for that right now.”

“That’s a shame. I would’ve done anything to get a handsome guy like you to go home with me,” Y/N grinned wider, giggling when his head snapped towards her with his eyebrows practically hitting his hairline.

“Sweetheart, I’m old enough to be your dad!” Jensen spluttered.

“I don’t mind older men. In fact, I prefer them… Daddy,” Y/N looked at him and batted her lashes.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jensen gasped. He couldn’t believe she wanted him. “We can’t.” It was a weak attempt, but he needed to at least look like he was trying to turn down his best friend’s hot babysitter.

“But why, Daddy? Don’t you want me? Was I a bad girl?” she pouted and slid her hand into his lap, palming his hard cock through his denims.

“Shit! We’re really doing this?” Jensen groaned when she squeezed his erection, and she nodded her head.

“If you want to,” Y/N said, dropping her act. “If not, you can drive me home, and we’ll pretend this never happened. But if you want me, I’m yours.”

Jensen was speechless. An incredibly attractive twenty-year-old woman was in his car, calling him Daddy, making his dick harder than it had ever been, and offering herself to him on a platter. He must’ve died and gone to heaven.

“I want you, Y/N. Fuck, I’d be crazy not to. You’re fucking perfect,” Jensen said, looking into her eyes and making sure she heard him. He chuckled when her face lit up at his praise, noting that not only did this girl have a daddy kink, which he’d happily indulge her with, but a praise kink, too.

“Then let’s go home, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” Jensen praised, watching Y/N undo his belt and pants and pull his stiff cock from his boxers. “Open up, sweetheart, let Daddy in.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open, and he groaned at the sight. “That’s it, baby girl,” he praised again, pushing himself between her plump lips.

Jensen moaned deep and long as she timidly closed her lips around him and sucked, gently rubbing her tongue over his leaking slit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good at that. You love sucking daddy’s cock, huh?” Jensen groaned when she nodded. “Yeah, I know you do, baby girl. Come on, I know you can take more than that.”

Y/N moaned around him, taking more of his cock down her throat, gagging on his length.

“Fuck, yeah, baby girl. Just like that. So good for your daddy, huh? Are you Daddy’s good little girl?” Jensen grunted as he pushed a little deeper.

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped as he pulled himself from her throat and grabbed her chin, squeezing gently and running his fingers over her spit-slick lips. 

“Do you need Daddy to help you undress, or are you a big girl that can do it herself?”

“I can do it, Daddy,” Y/N said as she quickly stripped out of her clothes.

Jensen groaned as his hands skimmed over her perfect, perky breasts and down her taut stomach. “You’re so perfect, baby girl. Daddy loves this beautiful body,” Jensen rasped. “Get up on the bed, sweetheart, and spread those pretty little legs. Let Daddy get a good look at you.”

Y/N climbed on his bed and crawled towards the headboard. Laying down, she spread her legs wide and smirked at Jensen’s deep groan.

“Good girl,” he praised as he crawled up the bed, caressed his hands over her thighs, pushed them apart and lowered his head to her hot, wet centre. “Fucking delicious,” he groaned, licking from the bottom of her slit to the top.

Pushing through her folds, he moaned when her slick pooled on his tongue, and he quickly lapped it up, licking and sucking and thrusting his wet muscle into her tight, dripping hole.

He moved to her clit, licking and sucking on the tiny bud while his fingers toyed with her entrance, circling it gently before slipping one inside.

“So fucking tight, baby girl,” Jensen grunted against her clit. “Gonna need to loosen you up before you can take Daddy’s big cock in your tight little pussy.” He added another finger and curled them upwards, rubbing against her sweet spot over and over.

“Daddy!” Y/N gasped, grinding her hips down on his fingers desperately.

“What is it, baby?” Jensen asked, looking up between her legs and seeing her desperate little pout. “Is Daddy making you feel good?”

“Yes! More, Daddy, please!” she begged.

“Oh, you sound so pretty when you beg, baby girl, and you know Daddy can’t resist when you beg.” He pulled his fingers from her and sucked her juices from them with a hum before crawling up her body and caging her beneath him.

“Please!” she mumbled again, and Jensen couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Alright, since my little princess begged so prettily, she can have Daddy’s cock in her sweet, tight, perfect little pussy,” Jensen growled and pushed his hips forward.

Y/N’s brow furrowed in pleasure with every inch he pushed inside her. When his hips met hers, and he couldn’t go any further, he groaned deeply at the feel of her tight cunt, stretching and fluttering to accommodate his intrusion.

“Fuck!” Jensen roared. “You feel so good, baby girl. So fucking tight and perfect for Daddy, fuck!” He pulled back his hips and slammed forward again, placing his hand on her stomach and pushing down gently, groaning lowly as he felt himself move inside her.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back, and her hips moved with his. “Fuck, Daddy! You’re so big. Feel so good, so full,” she moaned.

“Yeah? That’s because this little pussy was made just for me, sweetheart.” He’d never felt a pussy so good, and the daddy roleplaying they were doing made everything ten times hotter. “Who owns this sweet little pussy, baby girl?”

“You do, Daddy,” Y/N whined.

“That’s right, Daddy owns it. It’s mine,” he grunted with every jerk of his hips, and when Y/N’s orgasm hit, Jensen stalled his movements, holding himself inside her as her tight walls squeezed and pulsed around his cock.

“Fuck, baby girl! You feel so fucking good. I’m gonna come, sweetheart. You want Daddy’s come, huh?” Jensen chuckled as Y/N nodded desperately.

“Yeah? Where do you want Daddy to come?” he gasped, pulling his hips back and pounding roughly into her still-quivering heat.

“Inside me, Daddy, please! I need it!” Y/N whined. Jensen groaned loudly, pushing himself as far in as he could, and came hard, resting against her cervix.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped when he finally regained his senses and pulled his spent and softening cock from her satiated hole. “That was hot, sweetheart, and something I’d be up for more of with you.”

“It was,” she agreed with a giggle. “Unexpected, but hot, and something I definitely want to do with you again.”

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The first year after Vecna was defeated Steve had a hard time sleeping so he would patrol around each of the Parties houses making sure that they were ok. It was the one thing that truly comforted him now. He felt he could go back to his lonely house and have a decent sleep knowing he made sure his family was safe. Hed been doing it a few months when Eddie caught him. He’d thought Eddie was already asleep. The trailer was dark and when Steve had called Eddie seemed like he was settling in for the night. He wasn’t expecting him to be pulling into the driveway during witching hour so he froze. The headlights prevented Steve from seeing him until he was right in front of him. Eddie didn’t demand to know what he was doing there. He didnt disclose what he’d been doing out so late either. He just invited him in. Steve fell asleep on Eddies floor that night feeling safer than he’s had in a long time.

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Allison — The Babysitter: Killer Queen (2020)

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Samara Weaving

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The babysitter • bodyguard!Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Victor Dimitri has had enough of his daughter and her wild streak. When she crosses a boundary even she knows she shouldn’t have, he hires her a personal bodyguard or in her words, A babysitter. When he comes into her life she’s defiant won’t listen to a word he says but Rafe is used to a challenge

Warnings: Mention of violence, Dark themes, murder, Kidnapping, drug trafficking and Abuse, Neglectful parents, sexual themes, eventual Smut- MDI

Three

Previous

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Y/N had been ignoring Rafe for days now.

She barely left her room, only emerging for meals, and even then, she acted as though he didn’t exist. He was used to her silent treatment by now, but this time, it annoyed him more than he’d like to admit.

Still, he let her have her space. She’d come around eventually.

And apparently, tonight was the night she was going to try and smooth things over.

One evening, she appeared in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed, chin tilted up in that defiant way that drove him crazy.

“I’m going out for dinner with Sasha and the girls,” she announced.

Rafe barely glanced up from his phone, masking the way his body instantly tensed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He hummed, nodding slightly. “Good.”

She hesitated, clearly expecting an argument. When she didn’t get one, she just shrugged, grabbed her bag, and turned toward the door.Rafe pushed himself off the couch, grabbing his keys.

She turned to him with a groan. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He held the door open for her, waiting. “Let’s go.”

She huffed but stomped past him, heading toward the car.

The drive was quiet at first, but then, Rafe let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he tapped the steering wheel.

“What?” she snapped.

“Nothing,” he said, smirking. “I’m just really glad you decided not to go out with Isaac.”

Y/N tensed. “Oh… yeah.”

“I mean, you’d have to be insane to still want to see that guy But I knew you’d make the smart choice.”

She swallowed. “Yeah, of course.”

Rafe glanced over at her, his smirk widening. “See? Maybe you can learn to listen to me.”She rolled her eyes, staring out the window.

A few minutes later, they pulled up outside the restaurant. And that’s when Rafe’s mood immediately soured.

Because standing there, waiting by the entrance, was Isaac.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenching so hard it ached.

Y/N immediately reached for the door handle, but Rafe locked the doors before she could get out.

Her head snapped toward him. “Rafe—”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His voice was low, deadly.

She swallowed, gripping the strap of her purse. “I—”

“You lied to me,” he growled.

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh my god, Rafe, it’s just dinner. It’s not that deep.”

He turned in his seat, his glare burning into her. “You lied to my face. Unbelievable.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being such a prick about this,” she shot back. “It’s not like I’m marrying the guy.”

“You’re not going in there.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

And before she could react, he was reaching across the console, grabbing ger phone out of her hand.

Isaac stood there, looking thoroughly confused. Rafe shot him a glare so deadly that the guy took an instinctive step back. Rafe tossed her phone into the backseat before she could do anything.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped.

“Shut up,” he muttered, reversing out of the parking lot.

“I hate you.”

“Cool.”

She seethed in silence the entire drive home.

When they got back, she stomped into the living room, throwing herself onto the couch with her arms crossed.

Rafe leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair before sighing. “You done pouting yet?”

Nothing.

He exhaled sharply. “I had my friend Jake look into Isaac.”She didn’t react, but he knew he had her attention. “He’s got a long history of being a piece of shit,” he continued. “Fraud, assault charges, a couple of restraining orders. You really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”

She scoffed. “Bullshit.”

Rafe pulled out his phone, scrolled through the messages Jake had sent him, and tossed it onto the table in front of her.

“Read it.”

She hesitated before picking up the phone. As her eyes scanned the texts, her face slowly fell.

She swallowed. “I—”

Rafe waited.

She set the phone down, avoiding his gaze. “I’m… sorry.”

His lips twitched slightly. “It’s my job, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything more.”

A silence settled between them, but this time, it wasn’t tense. It was… comfortable.

She stood up from the couch shortly after heading towards the back door

“Where are you going?” Rafe asked watching her from the couch

“I just need air.” She mumbled as he got up and followed her out as she made her way down to the pond at the end of the garden. She sat down picking at the grass below her as Rafe hovered behind her unsure if she should sit down

“You can sit you know.” She said not looking back at him but feeling his presence. And he did just that. Rafe took a seat next to her not too close but close enough that she could feel his body heat radiating off him.

The pair sat in silence for a while neither one of them ready to start the conversation. He knew she was upset at what he’d shown her about Isaac but he didn’t know how to approach the topic without upsetting her more.

Y/N let out a sigh, shivering slightly as the cool night air nipped at her skin. The estate grounds were quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the garden lights. She pulled her arms around herself, regretting not grabbing a jacket before coming outside.

Rafe noticed.

Without a word, he shrugged off his own jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

She blinked in surprise but pulled it tighter around herself, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. “Thank you.”

He nodded, settling onto the bench beside her.

“You don’t have to sit with me out here,” she murmured. “I’m not gonna run off.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “You sure about that?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head.

A comfortable silence stretched between them, the usual tension that existed between them momentarily absent.

“Tell me about you,” she said after a beat.

Rafe raised a brow. “There’s not much to tell.”

“If we’re going to be stuck together every day for the foreseeable future, don’t you think we should get to know each other?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Fine. You go first.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked and she rolled her eyes with a soft smile playing on her lips

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”

“Answer the question.”

He sighed, but there was amusement in her voice when she responded, “Fine… red.”

he nodded, processing her answer. “Your turn.”

“Green,” He said “What’s your favorite flower?”

“Why? You gonna buy me some to win me over?” she teased.

“Y/N.”

She smirked before sighing. “Lilies.”

Rafe hummed. “Good choice.”

She leaned back laying down on the grass, looking up at the sky. “What did you want to be when you were growing up?”

“An astronaut.”

She turned to look at him, surprised. “Really?”

He nodded. “What about you?”

“A princess.”

Rafe let out a low chuckle. “Well, you’re halfway there.”

She rolled her eyes. “Funny.”

A gentle breeze blew through the garden, ruffling her hair slightly. Rafe watched as she tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

“What were you doing before you were hired by my dad?” she asked.

“I worked for a friend of his,” he admitted. “Just security stuff. His friend recommended me when your dad mentioned needing someone… said he should hire someone closer to your age. That you’d cope better.”

She frowned. “Aren’t you like, twenty-six? How is that close to my age?”

“Watch it, princess, you’re twenty-two.”

She huffed but didn’t argue.

“My turn,” he said. “Why have you been lashing out?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. She exhaled through her nose, staring down at her hands.

“It’s the only way to get him to notice me,” she admitted.

Rafe frowned. “He notices you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” she whispered. “To him, I’m just another obligation. Another issue he has to fix. Not his daughter.”

Rafe was silent for a moment. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“I wish it wasn’t.”

His chest tightened at the rawness in her voice, the way her usual sharp edges seemed dulled by exhaustion.

“Tell me about your family,” she said suddenly, shifting the subject.

He hesitated but eventually answered, “My mom wasn’t in the picture growing up, but I had my dad. He was a hardass with a mean streak… and I felt like I had to protect my sisters from him.”

She lifted her gaze. “Sisters?”

“Sarah and Louisa.”

“Do you miss them?”

His jaw tensed. “Yeah… but I got into some bad shit. It was better for me to leave than drag them into that.”

She studied him carefully. “What bad shit?”

He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand down his face.

“I got into drugs. Real bad. Was basically an addict,” he admitted. “Started hurting people. I wasn’t a good guy.”Her heart clenched slightly at the admission.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Rafe glanced at her. “Why are you sorry?”

“Must have been difficult.”

His lips twitched slightly, as if surprised by her empathy. “It was.”

She gave a small nod. “I’m glad you told me.”

He scoffed lightly. “Don’t go using it against me.”

She smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Silence settled between them again, but this time, it wasn’t awkward. It was… understanding.

Rafe checked his watch. “We should head back inside. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

For once, she didn’t argue. Didn’t protest. She just nodded, letting him guide her back toward the house, his hand resting lightly against the small of her back.

As they stepped inside, she hesitated before turning to him.

“Do you want to watch TV with me?”

His brows raised slightly, surprised by the offer. But then he nodded.

“Sure.”

At some point, she drifted off, curled up on the couch. Rafe sighed, running a hand down his face. He should wake her up. Instead, he just looked at her.

She was beautiful.

Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, lips slightly parted, and her breathing was slow and steady. After a moment, he carefully scooped her up into his arms and carried her upstairs.

She stirred slightly when he set her down on the bed but didn’t wake up.

He hesitated before brushing a stray curl from her face.

Then he left, heading to his own room to get some work done. Not even ten minutes later, there was a knock at his door.

“Come in,” he called. Her father stepped inside, hands clasped behind his back.

“How’s it going?” he asked. Rafe exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“She’s stubborn as hell.”

A chuckle. “That she is.”

“But I think I made progress tonight.”

Her dad nodded, pleased. “Good. Very good.”

Then he smirked slightly. “Tomorrow’s Sunday, isn’t it?”

Rafe stilled. “Yeah?”

“Which means it’s your day off.” Rafe clenched his jaw but nodded. Her dad patted him on the shoulder. “Enjoy your day off, son.”

—

Y/N woke up the next morning, stretching.

Something felt off.

She got up, grabbed her robe, and made her way downstairs. “Dad?” she called. He looked up from the dining table. “Morning.”

“Where’s Rafe?” she asked looking around the room to make sure she hadn’t missed him

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s Sunday.”

She frowned. “And?”

Her dad sighed, setting down his coffee. “It’s his day off, Y/N.”

“Oh.” She tried to ignore the weird pit in her stomach. So, she did what she always did when she had an ounce of freedom.

Y/N stood in front of her full-length mirror, examining the final touches of her outfit. A sleek black dress hugged her curves perfectly, the hem stopping just above mid-thigh. Her hair cascaded in soft waves, and her makeup was flawless—just enough to make her look effortlessly stunning.

Her phone was propped up on the vanity, speaker on as her best friend, Sasha, giggled through the line.

“Okay, tell me again why you’re so determined to ditch Rafe tonight?” Sasha asked, amusement laced in her tone.

“Because, Sash, I refuse to have him trailing behind me like some overbearing babysitter,” Y/N huffed, swiping on one last coat of lip gloss. “Tonight is supposed to be fun. You know, one of our feral nights out—no rules, no drama, just chaos and shots.”

“Oh, I love when you get like this,” Sasha laughed. “So how exactly are you ditching Mr. Tall, Broody, and Controlling?”

Y/N smirked as she slipped on her heels. “My dad gave him Sundays off, remember?”

Sasha gasped. “No way. You have a Rafe-free night?”

“Exactly,” Y/N grinned. “I can finally breathe.”

“Girl, you better take full advantage of this. I want you sloppy, I want you dancing on tables, I want—”

“You want me to end up in a ditch?” Y/N snorted.

“I want you to have a night to remember.”

Y/N laughed, grabbing her bag. “Pick me up in ten.”

“Done.”

She hung up the phone, took one last glance at herself in the mirror, and smirked. Tonight was her night.

Just as she was about to step out the door she got a message. From Rafe.

Rafe: don’t do anything stupid tonight

She laughed slightly before typing back

Y/n: would I ever

—

The club was alive.

The bass of the music thrummed through her chest, neon lights flashed in hypnotic patterns, and the air was thick with alcohol, perfume, and sweat. Bodies moved together on the dance floor, drinks were poured relentlessly, and laughter mixed with the hum of conversation.

Y/N was in her element.

She and Sasha had wasted no time throwing back shots the second they arrived, the burn of tequila warming her throat as she slammed the glass back onto the bar with a grin.

Sasha whooped, wrapping an arm around her. “That’s my girl! We are getting messy tonight.”

Y/N giggled, already feeling the early buzz seep into her system. She scanned the club, taking in the familiar chaos, when one of their friends leaned in closer, a smirk playing on her lips.

“So… where’s Rafe?” Lucy asked

Y/N rolled her eyes, immediately ordering another drink. “Not here.”

Her friend snickered. “You sound way too excited about that.”

“Because I am,” Y/N declared, accepting the new shot and knocking it back without hesitation. “I swear, he’s always breathing down my neck, acting like I’m some fragile little thing that needs protecting. But guess what? I’m not.”

Sasha nodded in agreement. “Yeah, babe can handle herself.”

Her friend raised a brow. “Mm-hmm. And yet, you’re still talking about him.”

Y/N scoffed, grabbing Sasha’s drink and downing it just to prove a point.

“See? Not talking about him,” she said, voice already tinged with drunken confidence.

“Uh-huh.”

Y/N ignored the smirk her friend was giving her, choosing instead to drag Sasha toward the dance floor.

They lost themselves in the music, the beat pulsing through their veins as they swayed and laughed, hands in the air, heads thrown back in unfiltered joy.

More shots.

More drinks.

More bad decisions.

At some point, Y/N had taken off her heels, dancing barefoot on the velvet carpet. She had no idea how long they had been there, only that the room spun in the most delightful way, her limbs loose, her laughter uncontrollable.

“Another round?” Sasha shouted over the music. But y/n had already disappeared

Y/n found herself the bathroom, phone in hand. Before she could stop herself, she called him. He picked up after one ring.

“Where the fuck are you?” He asked hearing the buzz of music in the background of the call

She sniffled. “I hate you.”

“Y/N.”

“You’re ruining my life,” she sobbed.

“Where are you?” He ignored the comment

“At the bar.” She mumbled

“ON YOUR OWN?” Rafe yelled she could hear the jingle of his keys on the other end of the phone

“N-No, one of the other bodyguards is here, but I don’t—I can’t see him.”

She heard him curse under his breath.

“Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I don’t care.” He snapped

She hiccupped. “You’re always so mean to me.”

He sighed. “Listen, pretty, I know you’re upset. I’m ten minutes out, okay? Just stay where you are.”

Her heart stuttered at the nickname.

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you soon.” He whispered

“Don’t hang up…please.” She mumbled leaving the bathroom and heading to the bar. Y/N swayed slightly as she leaned against the bar, phone pressed to her ear. The club pulsed around her—music vibrating through the floor, neon lights flashing, drunken laughter echoing from all directions. But none of that mattered. The only thing keeping her grounded was the deep, steady voice on the other end of the line.

“You still with me, pretty?”

His voice was sharp, controlled, but underneath it, there was an edge—something dangerous.

She let out a small sigh. “Mhm.”

A pause. Then, quieter, “You okay?”

She ran a hand through her tangled hair, blinking against the haze of alcohol. “I think I drank too much.”

Rafe swore under his breath. “Stay where you are. I’m almost there.”

She smirked to herself. “You’re always telling me what to do.”

“Because you never fucking listen,” he snapped.

That made her giggle. “Touché.”

He sighed. “Almost there, pretty.”

She bit her lip. That word again. She liked it.

Then—his voice dropped even lower. “Y/N. Get your ass outside. Now.”

She groaned dramatically, but against her better judgment, she obeyed.

The night air was crisp as Y/N stepped outside, the chill instantly biting at her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly as the neon glow from the club cast shifting colors across the pavement.

She had expected the same sleek black car waiting for her, the same serious Rafe Cameron stepping out in his tailored suit, looking every bit the professional bodyguard her father had hired.

But that wasn’t what she got.

Instead, he was leaning against his car in nothing but a pair of grey joggers and a black hoodie, the sleeves slightly pushed up to reveal his forearms. His hair was tousled, not gelled back like usual, and there was no gun holstered at his side, no suit jacket stiffening his posture.

He looked… different.

He looked good.

No, not just good—cute. Not that she’d ever admit it.

Y/N swallowed hard, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to be pissed at him. But then his sharp blue eyes locked onto hers, scanning her up and down.

And he was furious.

His jaw clenched, his shoulders stiffening as he pushed off the car. “Get in.”

She hesitated. “Rafe, I—”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N.”

His voice was low, barely restrained, and for the first time tonight, she realized just how angry he was.

Before she could move, the doors of the club burst open behind her, and her assigned bodyguard—the bodyguard—came running out, face pale, eyes wide with panic.

“Oh, fuck—oh, fuck—where did she—” He skidded to a stop when he saw her standing there. “Jesus Christ, I thought I lost you—”

Rafe moved so fast she barely saw it happen.

One second, he was standing beside his car. The next, he had the guy by the collar, slamming him into the brick wall behind them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rafe growled, voice dark, menacing.

The bodyguard barely had time to process what was happening. “I—I just turned around for a second—”

“A second?” Rafe’s grip tightened. “You lost her in a fucking club?!”

“I—she said she was going to the bathroom, I thought—”

“And you believed her?” Rafe shoved him harder against the wall. “What kind of fucking moron are you?”

“I—I won’t let it happen again—”

“You’re damn right you won’t. Because if you ever take your eyes off her again, I will personally make sure you neverwork security again. Do you fucking understand me?”

The bodyguard stammered something incoherent, his face ghostly white.

Y/N’s heart pounded. She had never seen Rafe like this. Never.

She knew he had a temper, had seen him get irritated, seen him be cold and distant. But this? This was something else. This was rage. This was pure, unfiltered fury.

And it was all for her.

She should’ve been scared. Maybe a little concerned. Instead, her chest tightened in a way she didn’t quite understand.

“Rafe,” she said softly.

His grip didn’t loosen

“Rafe,” she tried again, stepping closer.

His shoulders were still rigid, but he finally turned his head, his piercing gaze meeting hers.

“Take me home,” she murmured.

For a moment, it seemed like he was going to ignore her, like he was still too pissed to let it go. But then he exhaled sharply, his grip on the guy’s collar relaxing before he shoved him away with a disgusted scoff.

The bodyguard stumbled, catching himself against the wall. Rafe didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he walked straight to the car and opened the passenger door, jerking his chin toward her.

“Get in.”

She obeyed without another word.

The silence in the car was thick, suffocating. Y/N sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her head resting against the window. The neon lights of the city flashed past them, but she barely noticed.

Rafe’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white as he stared straight ahead, his jaw still clenched. She stole a glance at him.

Even now, still simmering with anger, he looked—good. The way his hoodie stretched across his shoulders, the way his joggers hung low on his hips. It was a stark contrast to the tailored suits he usually wore, and she hated how much she liked it.

Finally, after what felt like forever, they pulled up to the house.

Rafe killed the engine and immediately stepped out, stalking around to open her door.

She blinked up at him. “You don’t have to—”

“Get inside.” His voice was softer now, but still firm. She swallowed, nodding as she climbed out.

He followed her up the stairs, and when they reached her bedroom door, he exhaled. “You need to get ready for bed.”

She groaned. “Don’t wanna.”

“Y/N.” She rolled her eyes, but as she stepped toward the bathroom, her foot caught on the rug, and she stumbled.

Rafe caught her instantly.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Alright, that’s it. You’re done making decisions tonight.”

She blinked up at him, dazed. “You’re being… nice.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Don’t get used to it, princess.”

She flopped down on the edge of her bed, kicking off her heels. Rafe disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a makeup wipe.

Then—to her absolute shock—he crouched in front of her, tilting her chin up as he gently wiped the smudged mascara and foundation from her face.

His touch was gentle.

Y/N swallowed. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Clearly, I do.”

She pouted slightly. “You’re bossy.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass.”

Still, he let her lean on him as he helped her change into an oversized T-shirt, then passed her a bottle of water and two aspirin.

“Drink.”

She took small sips, watching him carefully.

After a moment, he exhaled. “I know this is hard for you. Having me follow your every move, breathing down your neck. I know you hate it.”

She bit her lip, not saying anything.

“I don’t mean to be overbearing,” he continued. “I just… I need to look out for you.”

She turned to him. “I know it’s not your fault.”

He studied her carefully. “I’m sorry for saying I hate you,” she muttered.

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. “Apology accepted.”

She exhaled, leaning back against the pillows.

For the first time in a long time, it felt easy. A comfortable silence settled between them. Rafe watched as her breathing slowed, her eyes fluttering shut. He should’ve gotten up, should’ve gone to his own room. But instead, he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

She was already asleep.

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The Babysitter (42)- Flour Fights

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 42- W/c 5.8k

Flour Fights

Wiping the counter top down, you ensured that marble top was clean of the small amount of coffee a customer had spilt before turning around to continue your conversation with Peter and Gamora, a playful expression on both yours and Gamora’s face as you teased the brunette, his head shaking at your antics.

“I should report you both to the manager for bullying,” he grumbles in a joking manner as he expertly pours the milk into the drink to create a beautiful piece of art in the liquid, the way he effortlessly completes the task making you a little jealous as you had been trying to learn how to do latte art for a while and had failed miserably. “Oh wait, I am the manager,” his tone is laced with a hint of theatrics as he turned to his girlfriend before looking at you, raising his brow in faux warning. “Stop bullying your co-worker or I’ll put both of your shifts on rush hour,” Peter threatens with little conviction, knowing he wouldn’t be able to as all the shifts had been arranged specifically to fit around the last of the summer holidays, the man complaining less than an hour ago about how long it took and how he never wanted to plan shifts again. His words simply earnt a roll of Gamora’s eyes and a small smile from you at her reaction, the two of you trying your hardest not to tease him again when the bell at the front door rang, signalling a new customer.

At the sight of a familiar set of auburn locks and two very energetic boys, the corner of your lips lifted at the sight of them as Wanda’s eyes flickered around your place of work for a table, quickly spotting a nice booth to sit in before ushering the twins into it. A motherly look appeared on her face, the familiar sight endearing for you to see as her hands fixed Tommy’s hair as he sat down before caressing Billy’s shoulder in an affectionate way, the older woman murmuring something to them before making her way over, a mischievous smile on her face as her alluring green caught yours, heat instantly rising to your cheeks.

“I’ll get this one,” you murmur to Gamora as she approached the countertop to take Wanda’s order, her brow raising at you suspiciously at the pink tinting your face and that enamoured look in your eyes before letting you take the customer, moving further back to join Peter at the coffee machines, the two of them keeping their eyes on you as Drax, Rocket and Mantis returned from their break, preparing to serve the other customers entering the café.

“Hi, what can I get you?” You asked, putting on your ‘work’ voice for the older woman whilst trying your hardest to not smile at her like an idiot in love, your heart fluttering at the way her hands glide across the freshly cleaned countertop, fingers tapping indecisively as she looked at the boards with the menu on it.

“Can I get two small hot chocolates with whipped cream and extra marshmallows on them,” her tone shows how she is unable to hide her happiness as she ordered for the twins, the older woman smiling at you lovingly as she hadn’t seen you properly today due to how early your shift had started, part of her like a teenager in love as she felt almost giddy in your presence. It shocked her at how you could still cause so many feelings to bubble inside her, the way a simple look could ignite a warmth to wrap around her heart effortlessly and she adored every single minute of it, having always wanted to love someone like she loved you and be loved the way you passionately loved her.

Your smile grew even wider at her order for the twins, the emphasis on extra marshmallows not being missed by you as you knew how much they loved them on their drinks, your finger tapping on the screen to write down her order as you glance up at her, noticing the way her teeth subtly bite down on her lower lip to not grin at you. You blushed a little under her gaze as she met your eyes, her enticing green hypnotising you as you let the look linger, the sound of a coffee machine beeping snapping you back to reality as you waited for her to continue with the order.

“Can I also have…” she started, trailing off as she skim reads the rest of the menu, part of you already knowing what she was about to order as your finger hovered over the screen, ready to tap, “A flat white espresso.” You smiled to yourself as you entered in the item, oblivious to how Peter lingered nearby to see how you were doing with the customer, Gamora hiding near the coffee machine and eavesdropping too, your co-workers unaware that this was Wanda, having never actually met her before.

“Is there anything else?” You ask once you had logged everything you needed to, watching the way Wanda’s fingers tapped against the countertop, her smile tugging up in a mischievous manner as her gaze flickered up to meet yours, a hint of mirth in them at her next words.

“Is your number an option?” She teased with a charming smile, your eyes widening at her words before you went along with her joke, a small, shy laugh escaping you as you felt heat rise to your cheeks, her captivating smile and stare making you flustered.

“That depends, are you single or am I going to get in trouble?” Your tone signals your amusement as you murmur the words, letting your gaze switch between the pools of green and her plump lips, admiring her angelic features as you wait for her to respond.

“You won’t get into trouble, I won’t let you,” she rasps out, purposely letting her voice drop an octave and her accent seep into it, knowing you couldn’t resist the way her words gracefully fell from her lips when she did so, her smile widening at the way your pupils dilated noticeably, your mouth parting a little bit as she leaves you speechless for a moment until you can compose yourself.

“I’ll uh, bring your order over to you when it’s ready,” you stammer out in response, avoiding her gaze as you could tell she was humoured by how easily she could fluster you, an infectious laugh briefly escaping her as she chuckles at your adorable form, quickly paying for the drinks before putting you out of your misery and walking away.

You can’t help but watch as she walks away, the older woman seeming to know you were staring and looking over her shoulder at you, winking playfully before moving to sit next to Billy so she could continue to watch you work, smiling at the way your co workers quickly move over to you after your interaction.

“What are you doing?” Peter’s tone is slightly raised as confusion laces his voice whilst you turn around to face him, his wide eyes and tone puzzling you as your brows furrow, your hand stilling the way you were writing your number on the cup, his fingers slipping the item out of your hand. “You can’t just flirt with customers like that, what about Wanda?” It clicks in your mind when he mentions the other woman, a laugh escaping you as your gaze flickers between Gamora and Peter’s concerned gaze, neither of them wanting you to ruin what you had with your girlfriend as they had heard such amazing things.

“That is Wanda,” you say after a moment, unable to stop chuckling to yourself at their reactions, part of you grateful for their intervention as it just showed how much they cared about you. You watch entertained at the way their faces drop from worry to confusion, to disbelief and shock, Gamora’s gaze moving to where the twins and Wanda’s were sitting whilst Peter just looks at you, bewildered.

“How?” Is all that leaves his lips before Gamora’s hand smacks the back of his head, shooting him a warning look as he rubs the spot his girlfriend just hit, his cheeks turning a little red in embarrassment. It wasn’t that he didn’t think you weren’t beautiful or an amazing person because you were, everyone around you knew that you were, it was more the fact that Wanda looked like a goddess among people, something about her just making her all the more radiant. “I mean, how… come we have never met Wanda?” He sheepishly mutters out, grimacing himself at how poor his recovery of the situation was, your brow raised at him as Mantis overhears the conversation, excitement swirling in her eyes at the mention of the older woman, your friend eager to meet her.

“Wanda’s here? Where is she?” Her voice conveys her giddiness as you smile at her reaction, the two of you growing closer over the last couple weeks as your shifts were on at the same time, the black haired woman taking an interest in your love life as she could tell how smitten you were. Before you could respond, Rocket spoke up, the casual man leaning against the countertop on his phone, clearly pretending as though he was busy with work stuff, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Who’s Wanda? Does she need her order taken over?” His voice lacked any real conviction as to find out who she was, simply acting as though he was contributing to team as he messaged Lyla on his phone, your head shaking as you made the two small hot chocolates, making sure to swirl the whipped cream perfectly and add as many marshmallows as you were allowed to.

“Why are we talking about Wanda again?” Drax asks from your side, making you jump a little as you hadn’t realised he was standing there, his body so still it was as though he was invisible.

“She’s here,” Mantis emphatically answered him, the man seeming to be just as disinterested as Rocket as he was only interested in relationships and love when it meant he could tease someone, his eyes following to where Mantis was looking before flickering his gaze back to you, a laugh escaping him.

“Yeah right,” he chuckled out, a look of shock forming on your face at his dismissal that it was Wanda, your features pulling into a look of offence as he smiled in disbelief at you, a glint of determination appearing in your eyes as you wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face.

“I’ll prove it,” you muttered out to the man, his smile widening as he refused to believe you, his arms crossing over his chest nonchalantly as he leaned against the countertop, watching you in amusement as you carried over the order to the booth they were sitting at, looking at Wanda with a shy but mischievous look before turning your head to make sure your co workers were watching, in particular Drax.

“Two hot chocolates and a flat white,” you say with a polite voice, the slight change to your tone amusing the twins as they mimic your voice to each other, making you playfully stick your tongue out at them for their teasing you as Wanda shakes her head at your antics, biting down on her lower lip as she admires you in your work uniform as you hand the twins their drinks, marshmallows overspilling from the cups. Your gaze flickers over to her appreciative stare when the twins become distracted by the sugary treat, the older woman loving the way your tied apron exaggerates your curves as she eventually lifts her gaze to your face, an enamoured look evident in her eyes as she can’t stop thinking about how adorable you look right now, the slightly shy smile on your face as her green has your heart pounding in your chest, warmth wrapping cosily around it.

Smiling a little to yourself, your tear your eyes away from hers to break the lingering gaze to focus on her drink sitting on the tray in your hands, moving to pass her the drink when her fingers brush yours on purpose, the older woman innocently smirking up at you as steals the drink from you, revelling in the way you seem to blush a little in embarrassment at the effect she has on you.

“Thank you,” she murmurs out whilst taking a sip of the drink, making sure to keep eye contact with you to further torment you, her lips tugging up into a smile around the mug as you linger nearby, trying to figure out how to prove to Drax you were with her without making it obvious to Wanda that you wanted a kiss.

“Is there any chance my service deserves a tip?” You ask with a hint of cheek seeping into your words as you offer her a charming smile, her brow raising at your words as you still play along with the joke from earlier, excitement appearing on her features.

“What did you have in mind?” She murmurs out, letting her gaze drift over to the counter where your friends were not so discreetly watching the interaction, the older woman trying her hardest to not roll her eyes as she could tell you had made some sort of bet at the way they were so interested in what was happening, that look in your eyes only Wanda could notice also giving it away as she could easily read your body language.

“Something that might get me in...trouble,” you whisper out, Wanda letting out a small chuckle before shaking her head lightly at your actions, her hand moving to your collarbone, sliding against the fabric of your shirt teasingly before grabbing the collar of your button up blouse, pulling you down to meet her lips.

The kiss was tender and loving to keep it appropriate for the setting, the two of you instantly smiling into it when you hear a contrast of reactions, the twins as usual pretending to be grossed out by the action whilst a small, elated noise could be heard from where Mantis was, her body buzzing with joy as she just loved seeing people happy, her smile practically reaching her ears at the way you shyly pulled back from the kiss.

You couldn’t stop the way love and adoration swarmed through you when Wanda softly waved towards your co-workers before sitting back in her seat, relaxing with her drink in her hand as you simply stood there, admiring the woman you loved.

“You might want to stop staring Detka,” she teases after a moment, “You’ve still got twenty minutes of your shift left,” she gently reminds, prompting you to pick up the forgotten tray from the table and return back to work after telling her you would meet her back here when you had finished your shift.

The prominent blush on your cheeks was engraved there as Peter and Gamora offer you suggestive looks as you returned to the counter, Drax’s arms dropping as he simply stood there with his mouth parted, somehow lost for words, not a single teasing remark lingering on his tongue which seemed to be a first.

“You should have put money on it,” Rocket teased as he patted Drax’s shoulder, joking with the man who still remained frozen and confused as to what had happened, your head shaking at the other man before letting your gaze inevitably drift back over to the table where she was, catching her curious stare. You watched intently as she placed her drink down and lifted her hand, the smile growing on your face fading when she motioned for you to turn around and stop staring at her, your eyes rolling theatrically at her before you did as she said, returning to cleaning the machines as the last twenty minutes of your shift dragged on.

***

Untying your hair, a deep sigh left your lips at the relief of returning home, the promise of having another family night exciting you as it was a time to unwind and simply enjoy being with the twins and Wanda, the bag of ingredients in Wanda’s hands intriguing you as she hadn’t told you what her and the twins had planned for tonight.

You made a beeline for the kitchen as that was where she had wandered to, walking past the framed photo of her on the ride at Asgard with a smug smile before your eyes searched for her auburn hair as you leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to observe her. Her fingers rummaged through the plastic bag for various items as she stayed oblivious to your presence, her back to you as you continued to watch her, unable to stop the love coursing through your veins at the domestic sight of her expertly and swiftly moving around the kitchen, her green eventually catching your figure at the door.

The corner of your lips instinctively  lifted at the simple look before you pushed yourself off the frame to slowly walk over to her, your body tired after your long shift at the café, wanting to feel the comfort of her body against yours as you have been deprived of her touch for far too long in your opinion. You practically melted into her body as your arms snaked around her middle, your head resting against her shoulder as you placed a kiss to the fabric of her jumper, expressing your love to her silently.

The two of you adored the fact you could easily show your care and affection for each other without having to explicitly say ‘I love you’, your actions, looks, and kindness enough for one another. You purposely let your hands squeeze her body gently, encouraging her to lean back further into your embrace, knowing she cherished being hugged from behind and listened out for the satisfied sigh that would spill from her lips when you would do so.

You smiled against her sweater when you heard the familiar sound, the older woman stilling in your arms as she relaxed, a soft, tender expression gracing her features as you both savoured the moment before the twins would eventually come running downstairs, ready to start the fun family night.

“Can I have another kiss or is that going to get me in trouble with your girlfriend?” you tease, breaking the brief silence, your words slightly muffled by her shoulder as you mumbled against her, the corner of her lips tugging up at your playfulness whilst her head shook lightly before she turned around in your arms, mirth clear in her eyes.

“I don’t know, that might get you into trouble,” she rasps out whilst you move one of your hands to tuck the stray strand of her hair behind her ear, a tenderness wrapping around you both comfortably as you joke with each other.

“That’s a shame, it was such a good kiss,” you murmur out, tilting your head so that your lips ghosted hers, the feeling of her lips briefly brushing yours intoxicating, the thought of pressing them together consuming your mind and sending a heat throughout your body.

“Yeah?” she hums out, sliding her hands further around your waist, the pads of her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt and grazing your warm skin. “Maybe one more wouldn’t hurt after all,” she husks out with a smirk, lowering her head at a tantalising pace as you await the delicate feeling of her plump lips slotting over yours, your body craving the feeling again as you wait what feels like an eternity before her lips finally claim yours.

Much to your dismay though, the sound of footsteps interrupts the kiss, breaking off the affectionate moment far sooner than you wanted, a small groan leaving you as you sink into her embrace, your face hiding at the crook of her neck, basking in the warmth and safety it provided for a moment.

“You’re such a tease,” you mumble against her skin, earning a gentle chuckle as her fingers run up and down your back, the twins storming into the room after having cleaned their rooms, knowing they had to finish that chore off before the fun could begin.

“You’re the one who started it,” she whispers tauntingly before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, sliding her body away from yours to check their rooms were done properly before starting the activities planned for tonight, your dumbfounded figure left to watch her walk away, still thinking of the feeling of her lips.

***

A baking competition.

That’s what family night was for this evening, a look of shock, confusion and excitement appearing on your features as it was everyone versus everyone on who could make the best cookies, the thought of the twins trying to make their own worrying you a little bit as their version of baking cookies meant eating as many chocolate chips as possible before you would notice, too busy doing the actual work involved.

“Are we sure we don’t want to have teams?” you ask once more as you sit on the chair at the kitchen island, your head leaning against your palm as you stare at Wanda who was sorting out all the ingredients into an efficient system, her face pulling a look that suggested she wanted to agree with you, Tommy speaking up instead.

“No teams!” he exclaims, clearly excited about doing it all himself as Billy nodded along with him, the twins adamant that they could make them themselves, assuming it was much easier than it was. “Unless you want to team up with Mom because you’re scared you’re going to lose,” he teases, making your jaw drop, Wanda failing the stifle her laugh in time as your bewildered expression meets her humoured one, her smile soft as she bites down on her lip to stop herself giggling at her son’s words.

“I make good cookies,” you mutter in response, thinking about all the times you and the twins had made various types of cookies and the way they’d absolutely devour them, your mind then soon replaying the way they’d run across the house to get their mothers, the older woman’s skills in the kitchen superior to yours.

“Not as good as mine though,” Wanda whispers as she moves around to stand behind you, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple to help comfort you at the fact your abilities had been undermined, her head leaning against yours as your hand reached out for hers, letting your thumb brush over the back of her hand as the twins decided on the rules and how the winner would be decided before you could start.

Eventually, the four of you were ready to start measuring out everything needed to make the signature Maximoff family recipe of chocolate chip cookies, Billy fighting with the bag of flour you and him were going to share whilst Wanda effortlessly opened hers and Tommy’s, a look of sympathy growing on your face as he struggled. He wanted to remain independent during the entire baking process so you offered him a reassuring smile as you could understand how frustrating it was to open packets like that, something deep inside you hating bags of flour after the many times they had split open on you. The packaging was just always so impractical, white powder inevitably getting everywhere as soon as you tore it open, your gaze watching as he put a little more force into trying to tear it open, a grimace forming on your face as you could predict what was about to happen.

“Let me try-” your words were cut off by the bag tearing open vigorously, flour puffing out of the bag and all over the countertop as well as yours and Billy’s hands, a cloud of it filling the air around you two as Wanda sighed, her smile still present on her face though.

After a sheepish look in the older woman’s direction, you turned your gaze back to the pile of flour now on the marble top, your hand coming up to your forehead as you try to figure out the best way to deal with the situation, not realising the amount of flour coating your hand.

A humoured expression grew on everyone else's face as you managed to have a streak of flour across your head, the twins trying their hardest to not laugh and give it away, wanting you to continue looking silly, whilst Wanda seemed to pause, a nostalgic look in her eyes.

Her mind recalled the memory of when she came home from work to see you baking with the twins whilst you were babysitting them, the way warmth spread throughout her at the adorable sight of you with a similar streak of flour on your face. She remembered fondly the way you seemed to grow flustered as she gently wiped the mark away, her heart fluttering in her chest as she realised how far the two of you have come, how you have managed to change her life for the better.

“What?” you chuckle out as you notice her staring at you with love overflowing from her enchanting green, Billy helping get the remainder of the flour into a bowl to weigh it out.

“I love you,” she whispers, your brows furrowing a little bit at the emotion underlying the words, the concern quickly dissipating as she comes closer to you, her fingers gently holding your chin like she did that day, tilting your head up as she grabbed a cloth to wipe the flour away, a hint of deja vu flowing through you both. “But sometimes I think you’re just as messy as the twins,” she mutters playfully, a mischievous glint appearing in your eyes at her words as she loses herself in admiring you, unaware of how your hand was moving near the table.

“I’m not messy” you whisper innocently whilst moving your hand up to cup her cheek, her face morphing into shock at the feeling of flour being smeared against her skin, an infectious laugh escaping you and the twins as they watch the scenes unfold, revenge swirling in the older woman’s eyes.

Before you know it, the kitchen turns into a mini warzone, flour flying everywhere as you all try to cover each other in it, the food fight amusing to everyone as laughter bounced off all the walls, a small scream leaving Tommy as you wrap your arm around his body, sprinkling flour all over him and wiping a streak on his cheek to mimic the face paintings warriors have. To torment the boy even more, you tickled his side, watching as he tries to squirm his way out of your grip, his giggles echoing around the room as Billy dodges his mother’s flour attacks, the woman giving up chasing after one of her sons as he was too quick, deciding to save her other one instead.

A squeal practically leaves you when Wanda steals you away, pulling you into her body so that her front is flush against your back, your body trying to fight her strong grip but failing, laughter constantly spilling from your lips as you feel the remainder of the flour being wiped across your face. Her fingers friskily remained on your face, tormenting you further as you could hear her chuckling behind you, your hand trying to stop her from drawing random shapes of flour on your forehead as you gripped her forearm, amused at the way her sleeve had a massive streak of white across it.

The core memory engraved itself into all of your minds, the sheer joy and happiness radiating through you all as Wanda eventually let her head rest at the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your sweet perfume as your giggles eventually died down, your ragged breaths filling the room. The four of you panted after the intense battle, Wanda’s arm unwrapping from around your middle, freeing you of her grasp so you could turn around to send her a mini glare, the expression never coming onto your face as you were too busy grinning at her, an avalanche of affection and warmth enveloping you at the sight of her. Flour sat on the edge of her nose almost comically, a couple light dusts also tainting the pink visible on her cheeks whilst your eyes travelled up to look at her hair, chuckling in amusement at the massive white streak in her auburn locks.

A teasing comment about her age was on the tip of your tongue, the older woman seeming to sense where your thoughts were heading as she tilted her head almost warningly, daring you to make the joke as you smirked up at her, your composure crumbling a little at the hint of dominance swirling in her eyes. Deciding it would be better to not be a brat, you stayed silent instead, a triumphant look flashing on her features before she let her gaze flicker away from you to around the room, taking in the mess you had all managed to create, her eyes widening a little bit at how far the four of you had gone.

“I’m not even sure we’ll have enough flour to make cookies anymore,” she said sceptically as she checked the remains of a bags of flour, noticing how there was only just about two cups left in one of them and maybe just under one cup in the other bag , the twin’s faces almost turning as white as the flour at the idea of not having any cookies, the two of them running to check the bag their mother was looking at before checking the bowls that previously had measured out flour in them.

You watched curiously as they tried to pile together as much of the leftover flour as possible in hopes there'd be enough, your head shaking softly as you decided to wipe your face, cleaning yourself up whilst the boys remained running about with the ingredient in their hair, seeming to make the mess worse as they kept moving about. Wanda copied you and started trying to clean herself up, observing the twins as you were before speaking up, deciding she didn’t want to clean any more mess than she had to, part of her wishing she had the powers Billy had given her in his drawings so she could just magic all the mess away.

“How about this,” she starts off, gaining everyone’s attention. “You two can go and have a shower now, making sure to get rid of all the flour in your hair,” she said, making a point as she ruffled Tommy’s hair, showing how white his locks had turned, “And when you come down there might be some cookies nearly ready to eat." Bright smiles stretched across their lips as they nodded emphatically to agree with their mother’s plan, the two of them wiping as much of the mess in their hair off in the kitchen before being allowed to sprint up stairs to shower, your brow raising as her gaze then met yours, an innocent smile growing on her lips which could only mean one thing- she was about to torture you.

“And what am I supposed to do?” you ask in a hum, leaning against the countertop in front of her after she had just measured the flour out, a small amount still left in the bag behind your body that you were oblivious to. At the suggestive tone to your voice, her hands move to rest on the marble behind you, bracing her body above yours as she trapped you against the island, her head lowering a little bit, encouraging you to chase her teasing and alluring lips. 

Just as you think she’s about to kiss you on the lips, your eyes fluttering shut, she moves slightly behind you, the action going unnoticed as her lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, driving you insane with the thought of her as warmth wraps around your heart and also travels down your body towards you core, the feeling of her smirking against your lips clouding your mind. 

“You can help clean,” she murmurs in a seductive voice, a groan leaving you at her addictive tone and her words, the false hope annoying but equally amusing as she pulls back to see your eyes gradually opening, your darkened pupils showing how excited her actions had made you.

“Have I ever told you how cruel you are?” you grumble whilst stealing a quick kiss from her, the older woman letting you after her tease, her fingers wrapping around something behind you, her right arm moving slightly to your side as you focus on pouting at her, trying to get her to feel sorry for you and kiss you again and again until you couldn’t remember why you were pretending to be so annoyed. You thought it was working at the way her head lowered once more, your tongue subconsciously swiping across your lips to wet them, ready to lose yourself to the arousal steadily corrupting your thoughts. 

“Just a few times,” she chuckles out, smirking at you in a mischievous way as you search her green, confused as to why her smile seemed to grow that little bit wider, your brows furrowing until your felt flour being poured over your head, your vision being covered by the powder spilling down your face. You simply stood still as the bag emptied above your head, unable to stop a shocked but also impressed smile tugging at your lips, your laughter light and contagious as Wanda couldn't help but laugh along with you as you fell for her plan. Shaking your head vigorously, your hands shot out to hold onto her waist to keep her close, keeping her in the firing line as the two of you acted like fools in love for the rest of the night.

The two of you were only just about able to make the cookies and clean the mountain of mess in time for the twins, care and adoration underlying all you actions as the rest of the night breezed by, the happiness of spending the night together as a family consuming you entirely.

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Is this anything?

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