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josephquinnswhore · 5 months ago

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refined taste - joel miller x female reader

summary: joel relishes in the taste of you.

word count: 3.2k

content warning: pre-existing relationship, girl dad joel, drinking breastmilk, fingering, humping the bed, male and female ejaculation. mother + father joel. mentions of joel being a hoe pre-outbreak lol. brief mention of age gap, joel cums in his pants.

Times were scarce where you and Joel got to relax.. with no one but the company of each other. That’s what happens when you have a baby—you learn. Hell, most of the time you roamed the house in nothing but one of Joel’s shirts, as you are now. Maria had warned you of what was to come, after her and Tommy’s son was born, he was an absolute nightmare baby. Your and Joel’s daughter, Tilly, was wonderful. She had Joel’s dark hair and his hazel eyes. She looked just like him.

You didn’t mind, not when you could see that she was healing him in a way that you couldn’t. To fill the grief of Sarah. Not to replace her.. but to have a connection that felt the same way. A paternal connection.

Joel is a hands-on father, and he’s honestly incredible. He gently lies Tilly down in her cot.. after she had downed the whole bottle of your warm breast milk. Maria was generous to share over the baby things she no longer needed.

Tilly coos as she falls asleep, her tummy full of milk. For some reason, the bottle was the only way she would take your milk, since she was born she absolutely refused to take your breast. It was hard for you, as you’d heard it was good for her immune system and a way of connecting to the baby. You eventually grew accustomed to bottle feeding, still expressing by hand to relieve your breasts of their ache.

Joel sighs as he lies into bed with you. The sheets wrinkling under the sudden weight.

“Y'know I always wondered what breast milk tastes like.” You wonder aloud. A soft murmur so you don’t wake your daughter.

Joel's eyebrows rise in surprise at your sudden statement, a mix of amusement and mild shock on his face. He chuckles softly, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief.

"Oh really?" he playfully retorts, trying to hide a smirk. "Well, I can tell you it's quite distinct."

He pauses for a moment, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, before continuing with a teasing tone, "Though I can't claim to be an expert taster."

“Then how do you know?” You ask, a confused expression on your face.

Joel's smirk widens slightly, the playful banter continuing between the two of you. He raises an eyebrow, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.

"I happen to have certain experiences with it," he replies with a feigned air of nonchalance, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of devilishness.

You laugh softly. “Oh, so it’s a fetish of yours then?”

Joel chuckles softly, enjoying the lightheartedness in your voice. His expression softens slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of humour and affection.

"I wouldn’t necessarily call it a fetish," he clarifies with a hint of a smile on his lips, "but let's just say I’ve had my moments. You know, like any man who's been around the block.”

A gasp leaves your lips, part shock and part confirmation. “So you were a whore before the outbreak?” You’d assumed he would’ve been a ladies man anyway, looking at the old photo of him before the outbreak.. he was a hunk, even then.

Joel's expression turns serious as he addresses your question, his tone softening. He realises the weight of his past actions and the impact they had on him and others.

"It's true, I was," he confirms, his voice filled with a sense of regret. "Back then, I was not the man I am now. I was more wild, more reckless. The world was a different place, and I made some choices I'm not proud of."

A faux gasp of surprise leaves your lips, and you raise a hand to your chest. “I can’t believe I’m marrying the town bike of Texas!”

Joel's jaw drops slightly at your playful remark, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as if trying to process the teasing.

"Hey, you better watch it," he retorts, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I may have been the town bike, but you're the one marrying me. Who's the real crazy one here, hmm?"

“Probably the guy that’s tasted breast milk before his fiancé that’s actually got breastmilk?” You retort.

Joel's eyes widen at your teasing remark, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the flush of red.

"Okay, okay, you got me there," he admits, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "But in my defence, it was research. Purely for scientific purposes, you know."

The laughter that leaves your lips is followed by a low snort. “You’re ridiculous…. Well maybe I can help you with your.. peculiar study.”

Joel raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued by your offer. He gazes at you for a moment, gauging your sincerity before responding.

"Oh yeah? You feeling generous, are you?" He teases, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, I suppose I could use a volunteer for my, ahem, 'study.' Just don’t go spreading rumours about me now."

You bite your lip to stop your smile. “I’ll be sure to hold my tongue whenever I feel like making fun of you.”

Joel smiles, his eyes gleaming with affection and a hint of playful mischief. He leans in closer, his voice slightly huskier as he responds.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his words filled with warmth. "I know you wouldn't." He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle, his gaze fixated on your face, as if he can't take his eyes off you.

A small drop of milk leaks through one of Joel’s shirts you wore and your face heats up, but you take the opportunity to tease him. You lift your shirt and swipe a drip of milk falling from your nipple, and pop your finger in your mouth, tasting your breast milk. You raise an eyebrow. “Huh.. not bad..”

Joel’s eyes widen slightly as he watches you taste your own milk, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. He can’t help but chuckle softly at your reaction.

"That’s all? Just ‘huh’? I thought I was gonna get some more details," he teasingly responds, his voice carrying a hint of playful disappointment. "Don’t leave me hanging here. How does it taste?"

“You’re more than welcome to test it yourself, mister scientist..”

Joel blinks once, his cheeks flushing with a hint of a blush at your suggestion. He can’t help but chuckle softly, the idea a bit new and unexpected, but not unwelcome.

“Well, I suppose I could be a good scientific partner and contribute to my.. study," he replies with a hint of a smile, his voice a little husky.

He reaches out, gently lifting the material of his own shirt that you wore, exposing your breasts with one hand, and leans in closer, his warm breath grazing your nipple.

A whimper leaves your lips as Joel latches onto your nipple, suckling softly at first to let you adjust to the new feeling, then when the milk starts to flow; he starts suckling desperately, using his hands to help express the milk.

Well; it certainly did seem like he’d done this before.

The tips of your fingers caress his scalp, as his ministrations grow more desperate, you gently tug on the greying locks, he draws a breathless whine from you.

Your touch sends a shiver down Joel's spine, intensifying the connection between you. His mind and body are consumed by the sensations swirling around him. He moves his hands to your hips, gently pulling you closer as he continues to suckle on your breast, the taste of milk fueling his passion. The sound of your whimper only serves to heighten his arousal, his desire for you growing with each passing moment.

“You’re a selfish man Joel.. gonna drain me dry.”

Joel's body tightens at your words, a mix of desire and restraint filling his mind. He pulls away from your breast, his lips leaving a trail of warm kisses along your sternum before he finally speaks.

"You taste divine, you know that?" He whispers, his voice husky and filled with passion. "I might get addicted to this."

“Don’t get greedy now sweetheart.” You tsk him in a mock condescending tone.

Joel chuckles softly, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your hips as he whispers, "I don’t intend to. But you’re tempting me, you know that?”

His eyes gleam with desire, the passion evident in his gaze. "You’re so captivating. I can’t help but want more of you. I hope you’re prepared for it."

Giggling, your fingers play with his hair. “So.. what’s the verdict—Mr scientist? How does it taste?”

Joel smiles, his eyes filled with warmth and affection as he responds, "Ah, the scientific results."

He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Well, it tastes wonderful. Sweet, with a hint of earthy goodness. And the texture, smooth and creamy. Not to mention the effect it has on me."

He leans in, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "But I think I’ll need more time to conduct further research."

You hum. “Tastes like sugar water to me. Seems like you’re.. undecided.”

Joel laughs softly, shaking his head in playful disagreement. He nuzzles his face against your neck, his voice filled with teasing desire.

"Oh, come on, you can do better than that. It's not sugar water. It's unique and delicious. I'm not undecided. I'm just thorough, sweetheart. I need more... samples. For science, of course."

“Oh right—if it’s for science.. by all means, go ahead.”

An eager smile spreads across Joel's face, his body pressing closer against you. His eyes gleam with desire, a mix of playful mischief and affection. He leans in, his voice filled with a husky rasp as he whispers against your neck.

"Perfect. I promise to be... thorough."

It feels more sensitive than it did the first time.

Joel's smile widens against your skin as he hears your whine, his body reacting instinctively to the sound. His mouth presses gently against your breast, his tongue coaxing out more milk as he suckles hungrily. His hand begins to massage gently, his grip firm but tender, his touches designed to elicit more of those delightful sounds from you.

Joel becomes more intense with his mouth and tongue, lapping at you, his teeth gently graze at the sensitive skin of your nipple and you moan softly.

A sudden movement catches your attention, the bed shakes a little, and you’re curious—so you look. His hips are desperately rutting against the bed, he groans against your flesh.

As Joel's mouth continues it’s ministrations, exploring your body with increasing intensity, his hips involuntarily rocking in rhythm with your moans and whimpers.

The sensations swirling between you only seem to intensify, the connection between you growing more intimate and powerful. Your voice, the sound of your pleasure, fuels his desire, his touches and kisses growing more urgent and desperate.

“Joel..” you whine, an octave higher than normal. Almost begging for something.. more.

Joel's ears perk up at the sound of his name, his mind consumed by the intimacy of the moment. He can tell that you need more, that you're on the verge of something intense. His mouth moves hungrily across your skin, his teeth grazing softly as one of his hands slide down your body.

His fingers slide down between your cunt—it’s soaking his fingers, the pad of his thumb begins to swirl softly against your clit, teasing you at first. He drags his other fingers down into your hole, pumping in and out. Your head hits the pillow, hips bucking upward as you whine in approval.

As he hears the sharp inhale that escapes your lips, he knows he's found the spot that makes you quiver. His touches grow more deliberate, each stroke sending a shiver of pleasure through you, his touch knowing precisely how to ignite the fire he's been fueling.

You tremble at the sensation of the two most sensitive parts of you both being worked simultaneously. His mouth is lapping desperately at your breast, your sensitive nipple is perked and dribbling milk. Joel doesn’t let a single droplet go to waste. The feeling of his thick fingers pumping into the spongey flesh of your cunt makes you clench around him, his thumb remains in it’s steady pace of working your clit.

Joel's eyes are fixated on your face, watching every tiny expression and reaction to his touch. Witnessing the way you tremble beneath him only serves to heighten his own desire. The intensity of the simultaneous stimulation is nearly overwhelming for you, and he takes full advantage of the moment. His mouth lingers on your breast, his tongue exploring and teasing as his fingers continue their seductive dance on your precious cunt that’s soaking his fingers, determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

You curl your fingers in his greying hair, pulling taut as you fall apart, feeling it all at once, the sensations overwhelm you in a delicious symphony of overstimulation. Then, as coil that had been winding tighter with every pump of his fingers, every lap of his tongue.. it snapped. The quickest orgasm of your life.

By far, the most intense, too. Your toes curl into the bedsheets and your legs try to close at the feeling of sensitivity. Your cunt clenches around his fingers at it coats the thick digits with your cum. A ringing sound warbles through your ears, breath struggling to regulate as you huff quickly, desperate to get oxygen to your lungs after Joel ripped it from you.

Joel's body tightens in response to the way you pull at his hair, a mix of excitement and pleasure surging through him. As your body quivers in release, he continues his ministrations, each slowed stroke designed to prolong your bliss. He can feel the intensity of your pleasure, the way your body convulse and clench, and it fills him with a sense of satisfaction. He watches as you surrender to the moment, his touch gentle yet deliberate, guiding you through the waves of ecstasy until you come back down.

Joel falls apart at the sight of your parted lips and pinched brows—relishing in the intimate and ecstasy of his actions.

The bed vibrates as Joel desperately ruts against the mattress, hearing you fall apart, feeling your cum coat his fingers..

Joel's own release follows shortly after yours, the intensity of the moment overwhelming his senses. He continues to move against the mattress, the friction of his body against it adds to the intoxicating mix of sensations. He finds release in the rhythm of your breaths, the tremble of your skin, and the sound of his name on your lips. As he climaxes, his grip on your body tightens, his gasps and moans mingling with yours in the heat of the moment.

He couldn’t help the way his weeping cock finally exploded inside of his jeans.

You’re wide eyed as you realise Joel had just cum in his jeans, he pants heavily, groaning against your skin as he pulls away from your breast, resting his sweaty forehead against your warm chest.

Joel takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as he tries to calm his racing heart. He can feel the heat in his cheeks and he glances up at you, realising the mess he had made.

“Did you just..” you trail off.

He lets out a sheepish chuckle, his voice filled with a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh...well, that was unexpected. Guess I got a little carried away."

“A little? You think?” Your eyebrow is raised. But you’re not upset, not even a little. It was.. flattering, honestly.

Joel laughs again, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and fondness. He looks up at you, a softness in his gaze as he responds.

“Alright, maybe more than a little. Can you blame me though? The sight of you in the throes of passion...it's a sight I can't resist. I couldn't help myself.”

You smile softly, admiring the redness in his cheeks.

“I love you. Even if you were the town bike back in the day.”

Joel's expression softens at your words, a deep affection shining in his eyes. He reaches up, gently cupping your cheek in his calloused hand.

"And I love you, more than anything.” He responds, his voice filled with sincerity. He pauses for a moment, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin. "And as for being the town bike...well, let's just say that's a reputation I'm grateful to have left behind. You're the only one I have eyes for now."

His words were truthful, and it entices a smile, knowing he was serious even in your playful banter.

“Good. Cause I’m not sharing my soon to be husband.” You murmur into his hair.

Joel's heart skips a beat at your words, a surge of warmth spreading through his body. He returns your smile, his eyes gleaming with love and contentment.

“You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” he reassures you, his voice laced with affection. “I'm all yours. Body, heart, and soul. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the rest of my life with than you."

Your other breast, that was left unattended to, starts to leak from being so engorged. As if weeping that it didn’t get any attention.

Joel notices the leaking breast, a flicker of desire in his eyes. He watches as it leaks and dribbles down your torso, leaving a sticky trail.

"Hmm...it seems like this sweet girl is in need of some attention too," he comments, his voice low and husky. He gently cups your breast, massaging it gently. "Can't have you leaking all over the place, right?"

A whimper leaves your dry lips. “Such a greedy man.”

Joel chuckles softly, his eyes meeting yours with a heated gaze.

"Can you blame me, sweetheart? You're simply irresistible," he murmurs, his thumb rubbing teasing circles on your breast. "Every part of you is so alluring. I couldn't resist if I tried."

You roll your eyes in a playful manner. “Just save some for the baby.”

Joel's smile widens, his eyes softening as he leans in to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. "Of course. Just because I can't get enough of you doesn't mean I'll deprive our little one.”

"We'll just have to find ways to share you, hm?" he whispers, nuzzling his face against your neck. "But rest assured, I'll never let either of you go hungry."

You hum as his facial hair scratches against your soft skin.

Joel's stubble brushes against your skin, it’s roughness adds a delightful contrast to the softness of your neck. He nuzzles further into you, relishing the intimacy of the moment.

"You're just so damn irresistible," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "The way you react to my touch...it drives me crazy.”

Joel's body presses closer to yours, his need evident as his arousal grows stronger. He groans, the sound a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He mutters, his voice husky and breathless. "The way you affect me...it's hard to hold back sometimes."

You grin cheekily. “Keep up baby. You have a good few decades left. I’ll have to keep you on your toes, eh?”

Joel laughs softly, the sound a mix of amusement and affection. "You cheeky little minx," he teases, his eyes gleaming with adoration. "I should be the one keeping you on your toes, given I'm the older and wiser one. But I reckon keeping up with you will keep me young in spirit."

You laugh. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”

Joel chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Years of experience, sweetheart. You learn a few things along the way." His fingers lightly trace across your cheek, a tender gesture that complements his teasing words.

"Besides, when it comes to you, I always have something clever to say. How else am I supposed to keep up with your wit and sass?"

“I just hope little Tilly doesn’t grow up to have your sense of humour, cause then we’ll be in trouble.”

Joel grins against the soft skin of your breast. “Ain’t that the truth.”

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #joel miller tlou #game joel miller #smut #dad joel miller

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world0fmadness · 5 months ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ ✩ ˚ FIRE AND ICE

kimi raikkonen x cky / jackass member! wife! reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter x ( platonic! ) oc son

featuring: a daughter called tilly because it’s just such a pretty name and some dico and rake slander

faceclaim: assorted but mainly lucy liu

୨୧ okay so the timeline on this one is a little messy but please just deal with it <3 i imagine they met when they were around 21, had their daughter when they were around 28 and married when they were around 30… so their daughter is around 16 years old… is that messy? a lot of this is from the pov of their daughter and fan accounts since social media wasn’t really a thing in the early 2000’s and stuff…

reading music recommendations: lost in a contraption by cky - along comes mary by bloodhound gang - your sweet 666 by him

loveuyn: thinking about how in an old interview yn said she was going to keep her first ever car so it can be her future child’s first car and now tilly has it and absolutely loves it 🥹 photos from tilly’s social media

ckylvr: it’s so crazy seeing her drive the car that was featured in SO much of the early cky stuff 💔 every time i see her post it i do the leonardo dicaprio point like “ oh! that’s the car bam jumped off while it sped down a road ”

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ynlnstomponme: i hope yn cleaned it REALLY good lmao… the amount of times people have been caught on video vomiting in it is genuinely nuts

> loveuyn: not to mention the blood lmao 😭

> ynlnsbackhand: if that car could talk…

> loveuyn: if that car could talk it’d be taking yn to court straight away for pain and suffering

tillyraikkonenln: the best part about being a late 2000’s baby is you get all your parents cool vintage stuff :D

ynraikkonenln ✔️: you’re grounded for a year

> tillyraikkonenln: i’m sorry mom :(

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> iluvf1: teens calling stuff their parents used when THEY were teens “vintage” just to annoy them is so funny to me

> loveuyn: crying rn, the time tilly was on live and someone commented to ask yn and kimi about AOL “ what the hell is AOL”… and yn immediately giving her a whole history on how she used to flirt with boys in her school over AOL while kimi and tilly just watched her ramble from the side

> oldf1lvr: she needed to educate her baby on the old ways real quick 😭

> kimicelover: kimi had SO MUCH love in his eyes on that livestream… i want what they have

oldf1lvr: tilly, who’s your favourite grid uncle?

> tillyraikkonenln: seb!

> sebastianvettel ✔️: the greatest medal of honour! thank you tilly, come visit soon - sebastian ❤️

> lewishamilton ✔️: what at am i? chopped liver?

> tillyraikkonenln: sorry uncle lew :3

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> jackass4ever: favourite jackass uncle?

> tillyraikkonenln: CHRIS! definitely chris

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> chrispontious ✔️: thank you very much tilly, always knew you were smarter than your mother

> ynraikkonenln ✔️: get lost 🙄

ckylvr: the amount of HIM and CKY pin badges you can spot in that pile 💔 take me backkkk

jackass4ever: what’s the nastiest thing your mom did on cky? in your opinion…

> tillyraikkonenln: kissed dico and rake 😟

loveuyn: yn’s grid milf fashion highlight ❤️

tillyraikkonenln: i don’t think i’ll ever get used to people calling my mother a milf :(

> iluvf1: lmao poor tilly 😭

oldf1lvr: kimi in the third picture in a boring ass button up and jeans… i hate m*n

> ynlnsbackhand: she’s EVERYTHING, he’s just ken

iluvf1: i miss seeing her interact with fans in the paddock so much, bring our mom back 💔

> tillyraikkonenln: she misses interacting with people in the paddock! they’ll visit soon, her and dad have just been busy with KJ ❤️

> new2f1: KJ? who is that?

> oldf1lvr: it’s their son! they haven’t revealed his name or anything yet since he’s only 5 so they call him KJ because according to yn he’s a double of kimi

> iluvf1: kimi’s genes are incredible because tilly looks EXACTLY like him too 😭

> loveuyn: she’s a double of kimi look wise but has the exact same personality as yn

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loveuyn: gentle reminder of these adorable pictures yn posted when she was pregnant with KJ ( and the only pictures we have of him so far )

ynlnsbackhand: her comfy mom era was her best era, fight me

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oldf1lvr: baby KJ 🥹 you can’t even see his face but you can tell he totally IS a copy of kimi

kimicelover: i wonder if KJ will be the future racer, since tilly is more into skateboarding and photography?

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> iluvf1: maybe! but is the grid really prepared for another iceman 🫣

jackass4ever: i love how whenever she’s in the jackass movies she’s still a total hardass but the second it comes to her babies she just crumbles 🥹

> kimicelover: it’s the same with kimi! he’s still ice cold to most people but the second he sees tilly, KJ or yn he just melts and there’s SO much video evidence of it 💔

ynraikkonenln: my little girl helping me and kimi celebrate our anniversary by cooking dinner for us ❤️

tillyraikkonenln: i burned literally everything… and i’m not a little girl anymore, i’m 16 :(

> kimiraikkonen ✔️: we’re still grateful and you’ll always be our little girl kulta 💙

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> tillyraikkonenln: oh and did you have to include that picture of me washing up?

> kimiraikkonen ✔️: yes, she did, it’s pretty unbelievable for a teen so we need people to see photo evidence

loveuyn: yn ln… then and now 🥹

tillyraikkonenln: black and white filter on the first pictures made me think my own mother was dead for a second…

> loveuyn: sorry tilly 😭

iluvf1: goddamn, this woman has aged like fine wine…

ynlnsbackhand: just me who thinks she’s got hotter with age?

> oldf1lvr: definitely not just you…

> kimicelover: kimi too though… they’re both so hot as older people… i want them BOTH so bad 😭

jackass4ever: genuinely HOW is this the woman that let dico pee on her in her sleep and only hit him with a belt after?

> oldf1lvr: sorry WHAT?

> loveuyn: the iceland incident…

> ynlnsbackhand: at least ryan got back at him properly for her

> ynlnslighter: those belt whips she gave dico were fucking crazy what do you mean 😭

> ynlnsbackhand: HE PISSED ON HER

> ckylvr: everyone was pissing on each other in iceland, wtf was in the air over there?

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ ˚ NEW ADDED BONUS ˚ ୨୧ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

her parents are in love… gross

tillyraikkonenln: sigh… my parents are still SO in love even after like… 60 years… nasty

kimiraikkonen ✔️: cheeky girl… thank you for taking these pictures kulta 💙

> tillyraikkonenln: wonder who i get that from… you’re welcome isä <3

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ynraikkonenln ✔️: 60 YEARS? you’re pushing your luck missy… love you

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kimiynlover: if i don’t ever have a love like theirs i have failed at life 💔

sebastianvettel ✔️: KJ is getting big! sending my love ❤️ - sebastian

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#kimi raikkonen x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smau

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heartysworld · 5 months ago

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Mother's Day || Oscar Piastri x Reader

A/N: This is a request I got last night and the moment I saw it I knew I just HAD to write it ASAP so here it is. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as I did! 🧡

W.C.: 2k

MASTERLIST

Oscar sat in his car, adjusting the camera mounted on the dashboard with a genuine smile.

"Good morning everyone, welcome back to the McLaren YouTube channel. It's Oscar here. So, I didn't really plan on filming this today, but according to the schedule, it's my turn to vlog and there's no way out of it. So because today is a really special day you'll be coming with me to run some errands. It's Y/N's first Mother's Day, and I want to make it memorable for her. So, I woke up super early and I'm on my way to get her some flowers and breakfast."

On the way to the places he had in mind to visit, Oscar talked about the other big part of his life. He discussed the last few races and the points he had scored with the invisible audience whom the video was intended for.

He parked the car and walked towards a quaint local flower shop, the bell above the door jingling as he entered. "Alright, so we're at Daisy's Flower Boutique. They have the best flowers in town, and I want to get something really special for Y/N."

Oscar browsed through the vibrant selection of flowers, his eyes lighting up as the woman who worked there showed him a beautiful bouquet of roses and another one of lilies. "These look perfect. I'm actually going to get both." He said. "One bouquet from me and one from our baby girl. I think my wife will love them." He added as he received an odd look from the worker. His reason for buying two bouquets actually made the woman smile, telling him how his wife and daughter are lucky to have such a husband and father.

Next, Oscar headed to a cozy bakery, ordering an assortment of pastries and a couple two lattes, all of your favorite stuff. The camera captured the delicious array of baked goods. "Y/N loves the croissants from this place, so I'm getting a bunch of her favorites. And of course, a latte to go. Funny story, this is where we had our first date six years ago. So we can say we've made it something like "our place". "

With the flowers and breakfast on the passenger seat, Oscar set off back home. "Alright, everything's set. Let's head back home and surprise my wife."

Quietly entering the house, Oscar made his way to the kitchen where Y/N was already awake, cradling their baby girl who let our a loud gurgle at the sight of her dad. "Good morning, loves," he said softly, setting the food and flowers on the counter.

Y/N looked up, a surprised smile spreading across her face. "Oscar! What's all this?"

"Happy first Mother's Day," Oscar beamed, handing her the bouquets. "This one is from me...and this one is from our little princess."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she took the flowers, her smile radiant. "They're beautiful. Thank you so much," she said, leaning in to kiss Oscar and then placing a gentle kiss on their baby girl's head.

Oscar handed her a card with a delicate floral design. "There's more. Open this."

Y/N opened the card, reading the heartfelt note inside:

"To the most amazing woman and mother, Y/N, Happy first Mother's Day! Watching you with our daughter has been the greatest joy of my life. Your love, strength, and kindness inspire me every day. I’m so grateful to share this journey with you. Love always, Oscar and Tilly."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks as she read the note. "Oscar, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."

Oscar wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead gently. "You deserve it all and more."

You couldn't believe how sweet Oscar had been. This was your first Mother’s Day, and he had gone above and beyond, waking up super early during a break week, to make it special. As you sat in the kitchen, holding you baby girl, you felt an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

Later that week, you found out Oscar's video had blown up online. The comments were filled with people adoring him and your family. “Oscar, you’ve set the bar so high for all the partners out there!” one comment read. “Y/N is so lucky to have you, and you can see the love you all share. Happy Mother’s Day, Y/N!” another person wrote.

You decided to film a little response video for your personal instagram, thanking everyone for their kind words. Sitting in the same spot Oscar had been earlier, you turned on the camera and smiled. “Hi everyone, it’s Y/N. I just wanted to say thank you for all the lovely messages. Oscar truly made this Mother’s Day unforgettable, and I’m so grateful for him and our beautiful daughter. Seeing how much you all appreciate his effort makes it even more special. Thank you again, and happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful moms out there.”

Turning off the camera, you felt a wave of happiness. This day had been perfect, not just because of the flowers or the breakfast, but because of the love you shared as a family. Oscar's thoughtfulness had once again touched your heart, showing you how much he loves you and how lucky you are to have him.

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Summary: (Y/n) knows how protective Evan is around her and their daughter and she knows he worries. But when their daughter isn't well, Evan isn't too happy to learn they've gone to the hospital. Without him.

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"No! I w- I want daddy."

(Y/n) sighed and let her head drop down while her hands clamped down on her hips.

Of course she did.

Of course Tilly wanted Evan; she always did when she wasn't well. If she was sick she clung to Evan like he was her lifeline, her saviour. And right now, the toddler really wasn't well. She had been throwing up throughout the night and now she had a cough to rival all coughs. She couldn't speak without croaking and gasping and her nose and cheeks had turned a very dark shade of red.

(Y/n) tried one last time to reach out for her daughter, but she pursed her lips when Tilly shook her head. She curled up in the middle of her parent's bed, pulling on the fresh pile of clothes on the end of the bed that Evan had got ready for when he came out the shower.

The toddler pulled on the button up shirt until it was draped around her like a blanket and she nuzzled into the material. Something that she had gotten from (Y/n) who loved to wear Evan's clothes, especially when they kept his scent and aftershave. She hoped Tilly wouldn't cough or sneeze on the shirt or it would have to go back in the wash.

"Did someone call me?" Evan's voice rung through the air and (Y/n) twisted to look over her shoulder.

She watched him walk into their room, a towel tied around his waist and one hand knotted in his damp curls. The way he squinted one eye with a lopsided smile made (Y/n)'s heart jump.

She pointed to the bundle hidden beneath his shirt, watching the way Evan's expression softened when he tried to spot their daughter.

He hummed quietly and reached out for his boxers from the bed and started to get changed. His eyes stayed focused on Tilly, waiting to see if she would move and uncover herself because she knew he was in the room. But she stayed bundled up as Evan buttoned up his trousers and looped his belt tight.

"I think that's mine, princess." He pressed his knees into the edge of the bed and planted one hand down near Tilly's head.

He leaned his weight on his left hand while his right hand reached out for his shirt. And he lifted it up to reveal his little girl, huddled up in a ball in the middle of the bed. She tried to keep hold of his shirt but when he tugged it free from her, a loud shriek left her lips, followed by a croaky wail.

"She wants you," (Y/n) murmured and squeezed Evan's arm as she moved to walk past him. She pressed her lips to his shoulder before she tried to walk out the room. She could start breakfast if Evan could sort Tilly for now; they both knew she would only do as he told her when she was in this mood.

(Y/n) felt Evan's hand weave around to squeeze her hip and he ducked his head down to attach his lips to her neck. He pressed a searing kiss to her neck and squeezed her hip again before he let go and watched her head out the room.

Once she was gone, Evan slid his shirt onto his shoulders but he didn't button it up yet.

He held his arms out in her direction and tilted his head to one side, waiting while Tilly looked at him as if she didn't know what he was doing.

"I thought you wanted me?" That was all it took for Tilly to shuffle over and wrap her arms around his neck. She burrowed her face into his bare chest and jumped until Evan got the hint and scooped her up.

He settled her in the middle of his chest and glided one hand up and down her back while he leaned his cheek on top of her head.

With his lips pressed to the top of Tilly's head, Evan turned around and slowly made his way out of the room. It was going to be hard for Evan to go to work today when Tilly was clinging to him like this. He didn't like leaving her when she wasn't well.

Once he headed downstairs, Evan made his way into the kitchen with his lips pressing continuous kisses against Tilly's head. It seemed to be doing the trick in calming her down but it was also making Evan regret having to go to work. His little girl wasn't well, she needed him.

He smiled into the top of her head when he looked over at (Y/n) and watched her mill about the kitchen like she didn't know they were standing behind her.

Before the girls, Evan's whole life had been centred around the station and his work. Work had been his main driving force, the thing that gave him purpose and the station gave him a family. Meeting (Y/n) had changed those dynamics. Evan had an extended family; a family that was his and that depended on him. A family he came home to after work and didn't have to go into dire situations to be around them.

Evan stopped being desperate to go to work or to prove himself and put himself at risk. He became desperate to come home and be with his girls.

He hadn't noticed what (Y/n) had been wearing when he came out the shower, but as he walked over to her, he took in (Y/n)'s attire. She was wearing leggings and a button up top with the top buttons undone, giving him a great view.

Sometimes it was strange to look at (Y/n) and not see her wearing his clothes. When she was pregnant, Evan had been so used to seeing her wander around in his stuff and it drove him wild. Technically just looking at (Y/n) when she was pregnant made Evan insane.

God knows he loved Tilly and that she and (Y/n) were his world, but he was already aching to have another kid.

"Okay?" He curved his free arm around her waist and kissed the back of her head while (Y/n) stopped making them all a drink so she could lean her head back on his shoulder.

"Course." (Y/n) leaned up so she could kiss the junction at the top of his neck just beneath his jaw. She knew by the shiver she felt coursing through his skin that Evan was going to have a hard time getting to work today.

Her hand moved to pat his chest while she turned around so she was facing him. She kissed his neck again and darted her eyes down to Tilly who was snuffling, but at least she was breathing a bit better. And (Y/n) smiled into his neck when she felt Evan pressing down into her and his hand left her hip so he could reach up into the cupboard above them.

He grabbed the Calpol and the thermometer, smothering a grin when he felt (Y/n) kissing his neck and nipping at his skin.

She looked down at Tilly again before she turned around to finish making them each a drink.

It was endearing to see how attached Tilly was to Evan. It had been that way since (Y/n) found out she was pregnant. Evan had been glued to (Y/n)'s hip and had been there every step of the way, and when Tilly was born, that was it. She was the apple of his eye.

Whenever she cried, Evan was there cuddling her and calming her down. When she was sick, like now, Evan would give her medicine and hold her as she cried, he would let her sleep on his chest all night if it would make her feel better. He had all the time and the patience in the world for both his girls and it made Tilly attached to his hip. There was no way (Y/n) could feel jealous or pushed out when Evan was just the same with her.

She always knew if Tilly wasn't well she would run to Evan, that was the way it always was and (Y/n) was fine with that. Because when Evan was at work, (Y/n) was the parent. He worked random shifts, sometimes nights and quite a lot of days, so (Y/n) had Tilly to herself during those times. It was only natural and fair that when Evan was home, Tilly was attached to him.

When she was finished making their drinks, (Y/n) looked back at Tilly who was still snuffling and breathing heavy, but at least she was calm. (Y/n) leaned across to kiss her daughter's temple and she leaned against Evan's arm as if he were propping her up so she could cosy up into them both and smile at their poorly girl.

But her heart jumped in her throat when Evan's free hand reached out to hold her chin and he tilted her head up in his direction. It made him look seven foot tall with the way he nudged her head back and how he stared down at her with those dark blue eyes.

"Don't I get one?" The possessive tone in his voice made (Y/n)'s knees practically give way and she held her breath when Evan's thumb brushed across her lower lip.

She waited patiently for him to swoop down and steal a kiss he so clearly wanted from her. His lips were surprisingly warm but the force behind them was blinding and (Y/n) felt her head wobble when Evan eventually let go of her chin and released her bruised lips from his touch.

She rolled her eyes and bit back a smile when she felt Evan's hand against her bum as she grabbed the drinks and walked over to the table.

"Okay princess, let's take a look at you, hm?" Evan looked down at Tilly who was strangely quiet and it made him wonder if his little girl had finally started to nod back off to sleep. But when he looked down at her, he saw her eyes were barely open and she was biting her thumb.

He followed after (Y/n) and sat down at the kitchen table beside the window. He leaned back, adjusting Tilly on his lap so she was sat down rather than huddled up like a baby hedgehog against his chest.

With everything beside him on the table, Evan kept one arm around Tilly's waist and moved his other hand to feel her back and then her chest. She was warm, but she wasn't hot to the touch. Although her cheeks were flushed and she was lethargic.

Tilly was only going to nursery three days a week, but at this rate she wouldn't be going in tomorrow or the day after.

"Let's check your temperature." He grabbed the thermometer and gently pressed it into Tilly's ear.

Evan could see (Y/n) looking at him out the corner of her eye as she sat opposite him and Tilly at the table and munched on some toast. He could tell what was running through her mind. She was worried if their girl had a temperature; and she was slightly annoyed that Tilly wasn't making a fuss.

The little girl would throw a fit if (Y/n) checked her temperature or gave her medicine, but when it was Evan, she was as sweet as butter. (Y/n) guessed it was because although Evan was as sweet as ever with his girl, he could also be stern and his word was final. Tilly would never argue with Evan.

"Thirty-nine point four, she's got a fever."

Evan kissed the top of Tilly's head while the little girl nuzzled her face into his sternum and held one hand up so she could bite down on her thumb.

He gently batted her hand out the way so he could give her some medicine, watching with a smirk as his little girl took the medicine without grumbling. Although she did cough afterwards. But when she didn't raspberry it back at him, Evan took it as a win while (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

"Will you eat something before I go to work?" He murmured against Tilly's head and dragged the plate of toast across that (Y/n) had made for them. He took a piece and had a few bites while Tilly tilted her head back to look up at him.

"You stay… stay with me?" Tilly croaked and gave him her best puppy dog eyes, but when he said no, a gutural whine left her lips and she started to fidget in his arms.

"Princess, I have to go to work."

Evan could feel his heart breaking in his chest as he snuggled her closer to his chest and pecked her temple. He only had another ten minutes before he would have to kiss them goodbye and head off to be on time for work. He didn't like leaving either of them when they were ill. The first week going back to work after Tilly was born had been the hardest week of his life.

From the moment Evan looked at his girl, he never wanted to leave her sight again. He wanted to hold her and be with her every moment of the day, especially when she wasn't well. It was the same feeling he had whenever he had to go to work and leave (Y/n). He hated it. He hated not having them by his side.

"Daddy," The little whining tone in her voice continued to break his heart, but not his resolve. He couldn't call in sick at such short notice, he knew (Y/n) would persuade him otherwise. She was going to be here, there was no point Evan calling in sick and staying home too when (Y/n) was already here.

"It's not for long, baby girl. I'll be home for bath time, okay?" Today was one of the days where Evan was glad not to be doing a full twelve hour shift.

He would be home in time to give Tilly a bath and have tea before settling her down for bed. And he had a feeling that if she still felt this unwell, she would be staying in his and (Y/n)'s bed.

Tilly let out a little whine, but she didn't argue and when Evan handed her a piece of toast, she tried to munch on it to make him happy.

Evan reached out for the cup of coffee (Y/n) pushed his way and downed half of it in one go to try and wake himself up a bit more. He looked over at (Y/n) and nudged his foot against her thigh to catch her gaze.

"Call me later, so I know you're both okay."

(Y/n) nodded and smiled around the rim of her cup. She knew the drill, it had been the same when she had been pregnant and if she wasn't feeling well. She would ring Evan once, sometimes twice while he was on shift so he knew she felt okay and everything was alright. She had to; he was unnerving when he was panicking.

During the first few months when Evan went to work and (Y/n) was home with Tilly, she used to text him and send him pictures because she knew that again, Evan worried about leaving them. His line of work made him see strange, bad and frightening things and it increased his worry that while he was away, something bad like that might happen to his girls back home.

It was a good job (Y/n) still worked from home.

She switched to working from home when she became pregnant. The plan had always been to go back to the office once her maternity leave was over and get Tilly in daycare. That never seemed to happen.

Why have the stress of putting Tilly in daycare with strangers if she could be home with (Y/n)? Why go out to work if her boss was fine with her working from home and simply going into the office every other week for a catch up or for supervision?

The plan changed again, (Y/n) was supposed to be going back to work at the office once Tilly went into nursery full time, since she was only at nursery three times a week so far.

Although (Y/n) couldn't really see that happening, at least not for long. Not when Evan was broody and they were starting to try for another baby. And with the way he clung to her and worshipped her body when she was pregnant- not to mention the sight of him with a baby in his arms- (Y/n) couldn't object.

"You gonna have a movie day with mummy?" Evan held Tilly's beaker out to her once she finished a small piece of toast. It wasn't much, but it was something and he would rather her keep hydrated than try and eat and then be sick.

He smiled when Tilly hummed and looked over at (Y/n).

Evan leaned his head on his hand while his other hand ran up and down Tilly's chest and held her into him so he could cuddle her for a bit longer. His eyes darted between both his girls while he smiled. At least with (Y/n) working from home, neither of them had to take sick days or swap shifts to be home with Tilly when she wasn't well like this.

Evan liked both girls being at home, he could keep an eye on them that way and he knew they were both safe and fine as long as they were here.

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A groan tumbled past Evan's lips and he tilted his head forward, straining his neck as he tried to click it back into place. He may have over-exherted himself carrying three separate people out the building and his back was starting to ache.

He shed his jacket and helmet and stuffed them in the compartment of the truck before he climbed up into the truck. He was glad to be the first one in the truck. He picked a seat behind the driver's seat and plonked down with his head tilted back and his back slouched down as his knees parted to the sides.

He only had a few more hours of his shift left. Not long, and he could go home to be with his girls and check on Tilly.

She had been playing on his mind this morning, he could see hear the way she screamed when he had to leave. He could feel her short nails scratching into his arms and see her trembling form in front of him as she cried, begging him not to go to work.

He could see the tears streaming down her face as she sniffled and whimpered, stretching her arms for him when he left. And he could see the tiredness in (Y/n)'s eyes that followed him even after he shut the door.

He wanted to go home.

Rolling his lips into a thin line, Evan felt a light go off in his head and he dug his hand around in his pocket until he found his phone.

He didn't have to worry about the girls and wonder if they were okay, he could just check on them from right here. Evan scrolled through the apps on his phone while he felt the truck rumbling and the sound of metal slamming from the rest of the team putting their equipment and helmets back.

It didn't take long to scroll through and find the camera app on his phone. They had a few security cameras in the house and Evan had them all connected to his phone, they'd had them since they moved into the house when they found out they were expecting Tilly.

Evan briefly lifted his head and nodded at Eddie when he climbed in the truck and sat opposite him, followed swiftly by Chimney and the new probie, Adam. He almost wondered where Hen was until he realised they had come on this call out with the ambulance; she would be driving it back to the station.

Evan flicked onto the upstairs camera while he dragged his belt round and sat up a bit straighter so his knees weren't pushing across into Eddie's space.

When he looked back down at the camera as Bobby revved up the engine, his head tilted to one side. So the girls weren't upstairs. His thumbs scrolled across to the downstairs camera, but he didn't see them in there either. The tv wasn't on. Tilly wasn't laid on the sofa or bundled up under a mountain of covers and pillows. She wasn't playing with her toys in the back room.

It didn't look like they were in the kitchen either. There wasn't a camera set up in the kitchen but the one in the dining room had a small glimpse into the kitchen. It looked empty.

The whole house looked empty; Evan couldn't see any movement in any of the cameras.

His brows furrowed and he looked over the cameras again while the truck turned a sharp corner and had him jostling from left to right.

Where had they gone to?

He clicked off the app, about to send (Y/n) a text when a thought made him switch to the location app he had at the back of the phone. Maybe (Y/n) had taken Tilly for a walk to give her some fresh air. Maybe they had gone down to the shops to get some more medicine; Tilly had a bad chest and throat, ice pops would be a good thing to have right now.

A shiver crawled down Evan's spine and he sat up straighter in his seat when he looked at the location on (Y/n)'s phone. What was going on?

Why was she at the hospital?

Dread dwelled in his stomach and he dropped his phone on the seat beside him while he turned to lean over the seat and look behind him. He patted his hand down on Bobby's shoulder to gain his attention while he glanced around to see whereabouts they were.

"Can you take a detour?"

"Where to?" Bobby glanced over his shoulder for a brief moment, but he didn't like the dark look he was faced with when he looked at Evan.

"Tilly's in the ER." His voice was gritty with a razor sharp edge, but it was his expression that had everyone on edge. His expression was one to be matched with a look of thunder and the way his lips curled into a grimace and his hands deadlocked into fists on his lap made Evan one to be rivalled with.

"Sure."

"Did (Y/n) message you?" The quiet tone in Eddie's voice seemed to take the edge off the atmosphere in the truck and he leaned over to look across at Evan.

He knew what it was like to have a child in the emergency room, he'd had his fair share of taking Chris to the hospital over the years. Or have Shannon or his abuela call him and say something had happened or Chris had gained yet another infection. He knew how stressful and panicking it could be and he could see the anger written across Evan's face.

"Yeah." He muttered, unable to lift his eyes from his hands that were clasped into fists in his lap.

That was the only explanation. (Y/n) had been fine this morning when he went to work and unless she'd had some kind of accident, then it was no big coincidence that (Y/n)'s phone location said she was at the hospital and Tilly wasn't well. Those two dots had to be connected. Something had to be wrong with their girl for (Y/n) to be there and their home to be empty.

Why didn't she call him?

Evan had his phone on him. He told (Y/n) to check in with him throughout the day and that meant telling him if their daughter had gotten worse. Taking her to the hospital classed as getting worse and Evan should have been there when (Y/n) took her. Not working obliviously at work while their girl was unwell.

His hands started to jitter up and down on his lap and his feet ruthlessly tapped and bashed into the metal floor of the truck as they headed towards a new destination.

"Alright Buck, let us know if you need anything." Bobby leaned across the seats to pat Evan's back when he flung his belt off and moved to get out the truck.

But not before he felt Eddie and Chimney reaching out for his arm and tell him to message them as soon as he had any news. Tilly was like a niece to them both and they all would want to know how she was getting on and what the problem was.

He stuffed his phone in his back pocket and jogged across the road towards the emergency room entrance.

How long had his girls been here? Would they be with a doctor by now? Was Evan going to be able to find them? He might have to charm the receptionist to find out where his girls were and which department they had been sent to if they had been here a while. At least he had priority, he was Tilly's dad, they had to tell him where his daughter was, if in fact she was still here.

Evan's eyes darted around when he walked into the emergency room. There were quite a few people in here today, but then again, it was mid-afternoon. The emergency room was packed in the afternoon and later on at night, the mornings and Sundays seemed to be the quietest times.

He avoided the queue at the reception desk and looked around, peering around the right corner to see if either of his girls were sat in there. He didn't spot them.

His fingers twitched at his sides and he could feel a desperation crawling throughout his system like ants scurrying beneath his skin.

It felt like his lungs were starting to shrivel up and take away his ability to breathe. Right until he took a few steps into the waiting area and looked to the far left.

The play area.

There was a small, sectioned off little corner with small plastic chairs and a table in the middle with an abacus for children to play and a few little toys scattered around.

There they were. Both his girls were sat right next to the children's corner, beneath the tv that was playing a kid's channel with a Disney show on in the background. That was why (Y/n) had chosen those seats, so she could be near the tv as a source of distraction for Tilly.

"It's okay," (Y/n) murmured softly and began again to brush her free hand across Tilly's temple that was dripping with sweat and flushed hot to the touch. She tried swaying from left to right while her daughter coughed and mewled in her arms, clearly distraught and upset.

But when she lifted her head, a look of fear flashed across (Y/n)'s face and panic lit up her eyes.

She could feel the unease crawling over her body and sending her head reeling like she had been hit with a blunt object.

He was here. How did Evan know they were here? She hadn't managed to get hold of him yet.

But there he was. Her husband. Aiming towards her with such a manic look on his face that (Y/n) hardly recognised him. He had rabid, dark eyes that were boring into (Y/n) like he was trying to see through her and reach her soul. His upper lip was curled up into a snarling look, he had a raised brow and his cheekbones were prominent as his features turned tense. It made the muscles in front of his ears pop out when he clenched and grated his jaw from left to right.

(Y/n) hated that his look was aimed at her. She hated whenever Evan got annoyed or upset with her, but to see him look at her like that made her want to cry. She knew it was going to take a miracle to calm him down from this.

"Evan…" She could barely find her voice when he stormed over to her and when she stared up at him, (Y/n) couldn't find any words at all. She could barely look up at him without feeling like she was melting into a puddle beneath his stern gaze.

With Evan stood up and being as tall as he was, it made him tower over her in the waiting room chair and the lighting seemed to cast a very ominus halo around him and cast dark shadows across his face. His shoulders were hunched up and the way he ticked his head to the side as he stared at her made (Y/n) wince.

She could see the way his eyes flitted from her to look at their daughter.

Tilly looked drowsy, she seemed half-conscious and that sent ripples of fear rushing through Evan. He didn't like how drowsy and lethargic she seemed, but his heart burst in his chest when Tilly groggily tilted her head back into (Y/n)'s chest and finally noticed who was stood in front of them.

She didn't say anything which broke Evan's heart all over again. It didn't matter whether he had been on a long shift at work or had just popped out to the shops. Whenever he came home, Tilly greeted him as if she hadn't seen him in weeks.

But her small arms stretched out in his direction and she made grabbing fists at him. And the tiny whimper and the way she mewled up at him showed how desperate she was to be back in Evan's arms now he was here.

(Y/n) stayed quiet and dropped her shoulders when Evan leaned over her and scooped their daughter from her arms. She was used to Evan taking Tilly from her, especially when their daughter wasn't well. Their daughter was like Evan's shadow. Whenever Evan came home, he was always reaching out to take her from (Y/n) and have a cuddle, and when she was sick Tilly would cling to him.

"Ooh baby," He cooed quietly when Tilly whimpered into his chest. He bounced her up and down in his arms, much like he had done this morning and he kissed her temple that was hot to the touch.

Evan could feel how bad Tilly's breathing was, she was croaking and gasping like her lungs were stuffed with cotton wool and she was running a higher temperature than she had this morning. She was on the verge of a fever.

But when he felt (Y/n)'s hand timidly gripping his arm and he watched the way she pointed to Tilly's back. His brows furrowed in confusion and he tucked his chin into Tilly's shoulder so he could hook his finger in the back of her shirt and peek at her back to see what (Y/n) was trying to show him.

His blood ran cold when he noticed there was a rash on her back. Little spots and bumps that were hot to the touch and when Evan leaned back and tried to check Tilly's chest, he noticed it was there too.

"Why didn't you call me?" His voice was laced with poison and so low that it didn't sound like him to (Y/n)'s ears.

Her eyes followed him as he sat down in the seat beside her and sat Tilly down on his lap with his arms bound around her chest. (Y/n) sank her teeth into her lower lip and leaned to the left as if she were treading her toes in the water, testing Evan's attitude and anger towards her. She tried her luck with curling her hands around his bicep and leaning close until she could merge her lips with his shoulder as if she were trying to soften him up.

"I called the doctor, a-and he said to come straight here. Then I didn't have a signal… Evan we've been here five minutes, I swear."

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she squeezed his arm and spoke, muffled into his arm. She could feel the way he bristled but the way he looked down at her showed he wasn't getting any angrier which was a good sign. (Y/n) hated him being upset with her. She knew that when she and Tilly were concerned, Evan had a very dark, possessive streak.

Both girls were his world and if they were upset or unwell or in any sense of danger, Evan's heckles were raised and his temper grew short.

(Y/n) didn't have a chance to call Evan.

When Tilly started to croak and her breathing became ragged and desperate, (Y/n) called the doctor straight away. She explained the symptoms, he heard Tilly's gasping voice as she tried to speak and he told them to get straight down to the emergency room. But by the time (Y/n) got here, she realised she hadn't called or checked in with Evan about this.

And the signal was non-existent in here. She couldn't even send him a message, let alone try and ring him and the most she had been waiting was up to ten minutes in the waiting room after she booked in.

"And what, you'd of rung me after she'd been checked onto the children's ward?" His voice was still gruff and he didn't spare her a glance, his lips attached to the top of Tilly's head and his sights remained on the floor.

It wasn't good enough.

Tilly was their daughter. She was their little girl, Evan's baby, and if she wasn't well like this he expected to be told. He'd had his phone on him. (Y/n) could have gotten through to him or left him a message because even if he didn't answer right away, he would at least have gotten a voicemail or a text from her. He would have gotten down here as soon as possible, but (Y/n) didn't even call.

If Evan didn't have the good sense to check his phone and try to check in on them he would have finished his shift and gone home to find neither of his girls there waiting for him.

"Baby please, I'm sorry."

What else could she say? What else could she do to make it up to him and show him she hadn't done this on purpose?

(Y/n) didn't purposely ignore Evan or bring Tilly here with the intention of not calling him and leaving him out of the loop. She wouldn't do that.

She wouldn't dare.

Evan had to know that. He had to know that (Y/n) knew how much he loved her and their daughter and he needed to know that (Y/n) wouldn't not tell him something like this. Tilly had been whimpering for Evan all day and when she realised where they were going this afternoon she had been breathlessly crying out for him. (Y/n) would of called him as soon as possible when she got a signal on her phone.

"I told you to check in with me. I said to let me know how she is, you can't just not tell me." Evan tried to hide the edge to his voice that sounded more reprimanding than angry, but he felt the way (Y/n) shuddered into his arm and clung to him tighter.

"Daddy,"

"I'm here now, I've got you princess." Evan pecked the top of her head again and began swaying her from left to right. But he didn't pull his arm out of (Y/n)'s grip and he didn't say anything when she pecked his shoulder.

He glanced down at her with one raised brow and pursed lips; a look (Y/n) knew well. A look that implied he wouldn't broach the subject any more right now, but they would certainly be talking about this later.

"Tilly Buckley?"

(Y/n) looked her bag on her shoulder and clutched at Evan's arm when he stood up with Tilly curled up against his chest. She had been told that despite the number of people in here today, Tilly would be a priority. She was a toddler with breathing difficulties, they wouldn't have to wait long.

And despite how angry she knew Evan was and how surprising his presence was, (Y/n) was glad he was here. Tilly was always calmer around him and she didn't play up when Evan was with her.

They followed the nurse through a corridor and down into a cubicle in the assessment ward. It had been a while since they had been in here. When Evan came to the emergency room, it was usually the team who brought him in the middle of a shift. The last time he was here for himself was when he'd dislocated his knee.

And the last time they had been here in the emergency room was for (Y/n) when she'd gotten an infection near the end of her pregnancy. She'd been so sick all she could throw up was bile and stomach acid and it started to give her stomach cramps. Evan had to haul her from the car and practically carry her in here.

They'd never had to bring Tilly to the emergency room before.

Once they were in the room, Evan carefully eased Tilly down in the middle of the bed and stood behind the bed so she could slouch back into his abdomen. His hands ran up and down her sides to try and keep her calm and stop her from wriggling away or trying to curl up and go to sleep. She had probably missed her afternoon nap and because she wasn't well she was going to be extremely tired.

"Hi there little lady," The doctor had a calming smile on her face and there was a nurse in the corner of the room, presumably to take notes and possibly bloods if needed.

Tilly looked at the doctor as she wheeled a stool closer to be in front of the bed, but she didn't speak. She tilted her head back into Evan's chest and stared up at him with those big doe eyes that were watering already.

"Is it just breathing problems that brought you here today?" The doctor looked between the couple as (Y/n) started to knot her hands together in front of her and one foot jittered against the floor.

"She was sick all night, and had a temperature this morning. But she couldn't breathe properly this afternoon, she's really struggling."

"And now she's got a rash." Evan leaned down and pecked the top of Tilly's head when she squirmed back into him like she was trying to wriggle away.

"Okay, let's take a look."

Tilly looked like she was about to protest and scuttle away until Evan's hands held her waist and his arms pressed into her sides to keep her in place. He let her lean back into his abdomen and held tight which seemed to both calm her down and stop her from moaning in protest.

The little girl snapped her eyes closed when the stethoscope pressed to her chest, and she croaked when it moved to press against her back to listen to her lungs. "Deep breath please sweetie."

(Y/n) reached out and gently tangled her fingers in Tilly's hair, brushing the curls away from her eyes to try and keep her calm because it was clear she wasn't happy. And her breathing was starting to crackle again. (Y/n) saw the way the doctor pursed her lips and sighed, although she tried to keep a calm smile on her face.

"Can I take your temperature?"

"Daddy…" Pressing her head back into Evan's abdomen, Tilly stretched her arms out and dug her nails into Evan's chest and arms, anywhere she could reach to try and make him help. She wanted to be picked up and cuddled, she wanted to be taken home. This was scary and she didn't want to be here, wherever here was.

Her little eyes screwed shut and her nose crinkled when a violent cough left her lips and had her wheezing. Her shoulders pulled in and she started to gasp to try and take in a deep breath.

"Deep breaths, baby." Evan murmured while he crouched down so his head was level with hers and she could lean back into his chest. Her head fell back on his shoulder and when she started to wave her hands in front of her chest, Evan enveloped his large hands around her small ones. He started to take deep breaths to coach Tilly to do the same until she was able to take croaky breaths instead of strangled gasps.

She kept her head back on Evan's shoulder and stopped squirming when the doctor pressed the thermometer in her ear.

"Let's see that rash."

"Come'ere," Evan murmured against her cheek and pulled her shirt up so the doctor could see the spots and raised bumps along her chest that matched the ones on her back. They definitely hadn't been there this morning. Both parents would have noticed. As soon as (Y/n) saw them when she changed Tilly this afternoon, she knew she had to call the doctors.

"Okay," The doctor smiled softly and hooked the stethoscope back around her neck while she sat back and looked between both parents. "It looks like she has a nasty chest infection, but I think she's starting to develop sepsis."

Evan did his best to hide the groan at the back of his throat and he dragged his hand down his face, unable to stop from scratching his nails into his face. He felt the way (Y/n) leaned over and clamped her hand down on his shoulder and when he noticed she was shaking, he glanced up at her.

This wasn't good. An infection was bad enough, but sepsis was worse. Her body was attacking the healthy tissues while trying to fight the infection, she could go into shock. This could cause respiratory failure. This was serious. Tilly was a toddler, not much more than a baby, having sepsis would put her at very high risk and could potentially kill her.

"What do you do, to treat that?"

(Y/n) darted her eyes between Evan and the doctor while Evan kissed Tilly's cheek and moved back up to standing behind Tilly once again.

"We take bloods to confirm, get her straight onto the children's ward and set her up on antibiotics and fluids. I'm afraid you'll be here for a while."

Neither of them cared how long they were going to be here, as long as Tilly got cared for and looked after then they would stay for hours, days, a week or more. They would stay and make sure their daughter got the treatment she needed.

"No, m-mummy," A grumbling cough vibrated past Tilly's lips and she winced when the nurse wheeled a tray across to the bed so she could take the blood sample. Once they got the blood Tilly would be straight onto the ward and then it would just be a matter of waiting for the results to get the right antibiotics.

She started to wriggle on the bed and managed to stand up until she could coil her arms around (Y/n)'s arm and try to tug her closer, presumably so she could be picked up and cradled. The way she coughed made (Y/n) grimace and she caught Evan wincing out the corner of her eye.

He hated how desperate she was for breath and how she swayed back and forth, showing she was drowsy and had no sense of balance.

He knew when they got her onto the ward she would be on oxygen, maybe even an inhaler to get her lungs opening up properly. She wasn't going to like this.

"It's okay baby, sit down." She brushed her fingers through her hair and rubbed her flushed cheek, but the tears streaming down Tilly's face made her wince.

"Mummy," It was as if Tilly thought one of them would cave and take her home. Her eyes seemed to double in size and the way her lips were trembling as she gasped for breath made (Y/n)'s heart break. She wanted nothing more than to cradle Tilly in her arms and make everything better, but she couldn't do that yet.

"Alright princess, come on. I know you can be a good girl for me."

Tilly didn't make a sound when Evan reached out and took her from (Y/n)'s arms. He lifted her up so he could plonk down on the end of the bed himself and he carefully set his little girl down on his lap. His arms bound around her waist with her hands holding onto his wrists with a surprisingly strong grip.

She slouched back into him and nuzzled her cheek into his bicep in a rather cute way like she was trying to hide in his embrace.

(Y/n) stood beside the bed, curling her hand around Evan's bicep while he pecked the top of Tilly's head and took one of her hands to hold out towards the nurse.

The two year old grumbled and started to whine breathlessly until she dared to glance up. Once she saw the stern look Evan gave her, she burrowed her face back into his arm and closed her eyes. She stayed extremely still apart from the odd croak or cough and she mewled quietly when the needle slid into the crease of her elbow.

"See, such a brave girl."

"One of my best patients." The nurse handed the vile of blood over to the doctor, but the grin on her face made both parents smile.

Of course Tilly would be a model patient once Evan told her to be good or stay still and be brave. She would do anything he asked, she was always good for Evan, she wouldn't step a toe out of line because she would never want Evan to be mad with her.

He was her protector.

"I'll get this sent off and find someone to get you booked onto the ward."

Once both the doctor and the nurse disappeared from the room, (Y/n) perched down on the end of the bed and went back to curling her hands around Evan's tense bicep. She nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder and tucked herself up into his side while she watched their girl burrow into his chest. Tilly was on the verge of falling asleep and it might calm her down a bit if she had a nap now.

"Sorry I didn't call you… I'm glad you got here quick." Her voice stayed quiet and she closed her eyes until she suddenly felt Evan's fingers beneath her chin.

He tilted her head up from his shoulder so they were face to face again and the softening look in his eyes made (Y/n)'s stomach burst with adrenaline.

"I gotta look after my girls, don't I?"

#imagine #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #eddie diaz #dark! buck

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hearttsck · 5 months ago

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Tillie’s been growing like a weed, Poppy swears they bought new shoes before leaving DC. She hates the mall, and there’s a tiny part of her that fears her daughter looking anymore like her father – there’s no way anyone will think Tillie gets the height from her. There’s nothing in the food court, even though her daughter insisted they stop by. Poppy gets a call – the 202 area code has her answering with a mouthed apology to the five year old. It’s maybe three minutes, something stupid she clears up and then finds her daughter is no longer beside her. Panic drags out the fleeting seconds where Tillie is out of sight, until Poppy locates her speaking with the only other person in the food court.

“Cause there’s nothing here,” Tillie responds, so reasonable, “not even a dippin dots and the zoo has a dippin dots, we went there to see the pandas before they left. Have you ever seen a panda?” Poppy rushes over, catching the tail end of the conversation. “I’m so sorry, Tillie, love, you know better than to talk to strangers.”

LOCATION: Helltown Mall STATUS: Open ( @helltownhqstarters )

Asa stands like a corpse reanimated just slightly wrong - a tattooed man in an oversized collared shirt with eyes as dark as brackish water. Some fictional scientist's necromantic mistake that fits in just a bit too well in Helltown, Ohio. Despite the Irish lilt to his voice, the eyes that jitter as if he's waiting for someone to tell him he doesn't belong here, what's he doing here, he shouldn't BE here... he is here. In the skeleton of an old mall. And somehow, it feels like home.

The food court is empty, but there's tables, and he's decided to sit for a moment. "How many people d'you think actually... come in here in a typical day? Think you an' I are the only ones I've seen. Well, besides that Nepalese shop's lovely cashier who said I smelled nice."

#call it what you want to | threads #asa tbd #tillie is her daughter !!

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hihomeghere · 8 months ago

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Gloves | John Marston / Reader

Word count : 2.2k Summary : John goes crazy over you dressed up for a job, more specifically your white gloves Warnings/tags : cursing, blow job, piv, creampie, cowgirl, reader is female

John felt like a damn fool. His hungry eyes followed you around camp. It’s not like you’re walking around in your bloomers for god's sake. You’re fully covered, other than your shoulders, the sleeves of your dress resting on your biceps. You were getting ready to go on a job with Hosea, a rich dinner party he somehow weaseled his way into.

You were the best pickpocket in the gang, the best woman pickpocket anyway. You were acting as Hosea’s daughter, a debutante.

And shit you were playing the part. You were gorgeous, looking like a lady of high society. Part of him wondered if you could have had the life you were pretending to have. If you hadn’t fallen in with the gang, maybe you’d have gotten adopted by some rich folks. Instead of sleeping on cots you’d have a soft warm bed, maybe even servants to look after your needs. These thoughts cause a knot to form in his stomach, knowing he could never give you that life. The soft ringlets Mary Beth had styled fell down your shoulders gracefully as you walked towards the coach.

And those white gloves. Those damned white gloves.

They were only gloves for Christsake, they weren’t anything special. But he couldn’t help the tent growing in his jeans, he was sure there would be a permanent dent in them once he got them off. His face was burning, his eyes glancing around camp making sure no one noticed his… condition.

You were so elegant, pure. He wanted to ruin you, devour you, make you scream and cry under him. He ran his hand through his hair, he needed to get a hold of himself. You were his partner, not some doe eyed socialite. Although you did play the part well.

“Oh Marston.” You called, your hand on your hip as you stood in front of the stagecoach. That corset Tilly had squeezed you into was doing wonders for your silhouette, although he knew it must be uncomfortable. He got up, quickly adjusting himself before walking over to you. “Won’t you help a lady into her coach?” You asked in a soft voice, an air of sophistication in your tone.

“Now I don’t think you would qualify as a lady.” He teased, his eyes raking over you. You could feel the heat from his stare, washing over you in waves.

“Just help me in.” You said, raising an eyebrow, offering your hand to him, your other lifting up the edge of your dress.

Christ Almighty. John gulped, taking your dainty gloved hand in his own, the silky fabric soft against his calloused hands. “Thank you sir.” You giggled sitting down in the coach, leaning out of the window to press your lips against his scarred cheek. He covered up his breath hitching with a cough, nodding as he stepped back from the coach.

“You stay safe now.” He said putting his hands on his hips, not daring another glance lest he blow his load right here.

“Always am.” You chuckled as Hosea moved past John, sitting across from you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.” He teased smirking at you.

“I know.” He nodded, turning on his heel and walking back to his tent.

You and Hosea returned to camp with your pockets full. A successful haul between the two of you.

“Always a pleasure to work with you, miss Y/n.” Hosea said, helping you out of the coach. A broad smile splitting his face. “I’d have to say the same, Mr. Matthews.” You chuckled, letting out a small sigh as you stretched your back. Your eyes scanned the camp, looking for a certain member of the gang.

You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind all night. Wishing he was the one taking you to a stupid frilly party. The amount of times you had imagined him whisking you off to one of the private rooms. Especially after the look he gave you before you left with Hosea.

You could see John standing by your shared tent, his eyes just as dark and lustful as they were when you left.

“Hey there.” You smirked walking over to him, wrapping your arms sweetly around his neck. His breath hitched in his throat, you raised your eyebrow inquisitively, a small smirk on your lips.

“I missed ya,” He mumbled, with a small shrug, his eyes looking everywhere but your own.

“I wasn’t gone that long.” You chuckled, your white gloves threading through his hair. He let out a low groan as you tugged lightly at his raven locks.

“Corset bothering you?” He asked breathlessly, his hand trailing up your back.

“A little.” You nodded, seeing through his fake concern.

“Let me help you, yeah?” He asked so sweetly, turning you around in his grasp. His hand never strayed from your lower back as he led you into the tent, pulling the canvas flaps down.

You smirked, knowing exactly where this was headed. He would lay you down on the cot, slot his head between your thighs until you were crying out for him. Then, and only then, would he finally relent. Giving you exactly what you needed.

You didn’t know whether it was the adrenaline from the successful haul, or the way he had been eyeing you. Either way, you were practically drooling at the thought of his cock. You wanted- no needed to suck it. You turned in his grasp, before his deft fingers could pull free the laces from their knot. You pushed him back onto his cot, the back of his knees hitting the edge. He sat, looking up at you with his crooked, almost nervous, smile.

“Whatchu think you’re doing?” He asked, lowering his voice.

“Taking care of you, Marston.” You cooed, your hands gripping his thighs. He let out a shaky breath as you lowered yourself to your knees. You made sure to move your dress, as to not get it dirty. It was a beautiful gown, you didn’t want to tarnish it. Your knees hit the boar skin rug as you looked up at John. His boyish grin was long gone, replaced by the smirk of a hungry wolf.

You moved to take off your gloves before he stopped you.

“Those stay on.” He whispered, his eyes boring into yours.

“Yes sir.” You said softly, wetting your lips. You moved your hands to his belt, the buckle clinking as you threw it aside. His breath hitching as your hand brushed against his hardened bulge. You raised your eyes to meet his, feigning innocence as long as you could. You unbuttoned his pants pulling him out of his work jeans. His cock bounced against his stomach, he hissed in pleasure as you grasped him in your hand. His hands gripped the sides of the cot, already so sensitive when you had barely touched him.

“Let me take care of you cowboy.” You chuckled. He rolled his eyes at the tease before they went wide as you spread his precum over his head, effectively ruining your white gloves.

“Fuck darlin-“ He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Feel good honey?” You whispered, your eyes flicking back up to him.

“Real good, feels real good.” He mumbled, his tongue wetting his lips.

You smirk, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he looks down at you, biting his lip to try and keep quiet. You lick the tip, swirling your tongue around before diving into the slit on his head.

“Fuck-“ He groaned, his hand coming to the back of your head. Gripping your hair tightly at the base of your skull. You grinned as you took him into your mouth, breathing slowly out your nose as you slid down. “Christ uh-“ He moaned as his head hit the back of your throat. Whatever you couldn’t take in your mouth you wrapped your hands around. You started bobbing your head, hollowing out your cheeks as John made the foulest noises you had ever heard. He was trembling under you, his hands twitching against the cot. His hips stuttered up into your mouth, making you gag around his cock, an obscene sound.

“Shit- sorry darlin-“ He whispered, you swallowed around him, your throat constricting around his cock. You pulled off of him with a wet pop, smiling up at him.

This was more like it, he loved that sweet ‘pure’ side you fronted, but this was who you truly were. A surge of pride ran through his chest, knowing he was the only one who got to see you like this. Your pupils blown with lust, precum and spittle dripping down your chin. He gathered the liquid onto his thumb, swiping it off of your chin. Your mouth opened obediently, taking his thumb in your mouth and sucking, hard.

“Gonna kill me one day, darlin’.” He choked, his jaw hanging open as he stared down at you.

“Oh I ain’t done yet.” You smirked standing up, you hooked your fingers in the waist band on your bloomers pulling them down. “I’m an honest girl, I wouldn’t leave you high and dry.” You lifted up the front of your dress, showing your bare mound off to John. His hands immediately flew to your waist, pulling you forward onto his lap. You bit your lip, batting your eyelashes at him as you rubbed yourself against him. The head of his dick catching your clit as you let out a low moan.

“Stop teasin’ woman.” John grunts, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they’d leave bruises. You smirked, raising yourself off his lap. You reached between the two of you, positioning his cock against your entrance. You lowered yourself slowly, feeling each and every inch until you were flush with his pelvis. You both let out soft moans as you sank down on him.

You started to move, grinding your hips into his, your clit brushing up against his pubic hair. Eliciting a high pitched whine from your mouth.

“Shit darlin-“ John choked, his hands fisting in the fabric of your dress.

You began to bounce on his cock, John’s hands moved to your ass, his fingers dimpling the flesh of your cheeks.

“Who’s ngh the cowboy now?” He whispered breathlessly, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Your legs were shaking as you continued to ride him, his hips raising to meet every one of your thrusts.

“Mmm John.” You hummed, biting your lip to keep quiet.

“Christ almighty.” John whimpers, his head falling into the valley of your breasts. He sucks at the curve of your tits, leaving marks everywhere visible. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He groans into your chest. Your legs burn, but there is no way you’d stop now. Not when John is a whimpering mess under you.

“Shit-“ You huffed, feeling that familiar coil tighten in your stomach. His cock rubbing up against that delicious spot inside of you.

“You gotta- fuck- stop squeezing me like that.” He muttered, squeezing your hips, rutting up into you like a damn dog in heat. You hang on for dear life, your hands gripping his shoulder as he pounds up into you. His hands moved to where the two of you connected, rubbing against your bundle of nerves. An electric shock ran up your spine, a sharp gasp leaving your lips.

“Atta girl.” He smirked, a satisfied smile on his lips. It was like you were thrown under water, everything went quiet as white hot pleasure shook through your body. Your orgasm crashing over you in waves. You bit down on your lip, trying to silence your moans.

“I’m not- I’m not gonna-“ He huffed, thrusting up into you.

“Let go.” You said breathlessly, your body going limp above him.

“Where?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Inside, cum inside me.” You knew it wasn’t exactly smart, but damn it you needed to feel him. It was like you had triggered something animalistic inside him. He snarled, his hips lifting up off the cot as he pounded into you. No longer caring about your pleasure, just chasing his own high.

“God damn-“ He groaned, slamming you down once more on his hips. His orgasm triggered by your own as you clamped down on him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

You sighed, laying your head on his shoulder, still feeling his pulse inside of you. Your chest rising and falling against his own. His hands moved to your corset, unlacing it for you.

“Thanks.” You giggled, feeling the corset loosen around your chest.

“Mmhm.” He hummed, kissing your shoulder. He reached for your hand, pulling off your gloves. He leaned back, tucking them into his back pocket.

“Is that,” You chuckled breathlessly, “Is that what started this?” You asked looking up at him. His eyes widened, coughing as he looked to the side. His cheeks are going bright red under your interrogation.

“Nah,” He said, shaking his head, a nervous smile on his lips.

“Mmhm,” You hummed, kissing his cheek, “Your secret is safe with me.”

#rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #john marston x reader #john marston #hosea matthews #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #john marston smut #hihomeghere

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rhettabbotts · 10 months ago

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baby, if you only knew - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: tensions boil over and everything changes for you and rhett one night at a rancher’s event you attend.

w/c: 5.4k (she’s a mammoth)

warnings: 18+ only. smut. age gap (babysitter 20s, rhett 40s). dirty talk. making out in an elevator. daddy kink. possessive rhett. slightly rough sex. cunnilingus. hair pulling. overstimulation. size kink. aftercare. rhett’s grey hair. some fluff.

a/n: i can see you by taylor swift is to blame for this. enjoy the filth! also couldn’t stop myself from adding some babysitter lore. also see green, green dress from tick, tick…boom! for the dress reference!

Six months. Six long, tortuous months of working under Rhett Abbott’s roof.

Okay, it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be in your head. His daughters were angels, and you appreciated that he worked with your school schedule as you attended your graduate program. And he let you live in his guest room rent free.

But it was sweet torture. You had fallen hard for the single father of two and it made every day even harder than the last. Rhett was a wonderful man, an attentive father, and a hell of a cook. A hard worker and he was so handsome, you could hardly breathe around him. Who wouldn’t fall in love with the cowboy?

You tried everything in the world to rid your thoughts of him, but you were highly unsuccessful. And he only did things that made it worse. Every time you brushed by him in the halls it felt like electricity coursed through your entire body. He had to feel it too, right?

Delusional. That’s what you were. You were the babysitter. Nothing more. Eventually, the girls would grow up and you wouldn’t be needed anymore. And that thought caused your chest to tighten painfully.

What a thought to have while washing the dishes. You heard your name but it sounded far off, like your ears were full of cotton.

“Tilly, come quick!” Grace shouted once more to get your attention. It made you turn abruptly, soap suds went flying as you dropped the ceramic pot you were washing. “Sorry,” she mumbled when you glared slightly at her.

“What’s wrong, Gracie?” you questioned as you wiped your hands off with the flower embroidered kitchen towel. Something you bought and put out to leave your own touch on this place.

“Oh. Nothing. Ellie just wanted to show you that we won our game.” The girls had been obsessed with Super Mario Brothers and had been playing it for days.

“That’s great guys! How about we take a break and you help me get dinner started?”

“Can we have ice cream for dessert?” Ellie, Rhett’s younger daughter pouted, bright blue eyes pleading. She and Grace were the carbon copies of Rhett. Same eyes, same nose, same crooked smile. You could never say no to them.

“Of course. But don’t tell your dad,” you whispered, placing your finger to your lips like it was a top secret.

The girls helped you finish the food just as Rhett came in from another long day of herding and branding cattle. He was dusty, covered in dirt and sweat and tendrils of his hair stuck to his forehead, the ends curling up. You wanted to run your fingers through it, sweat be damned.

“Daddy!” “Daddy, look at what we made!”

The girls ran towards Rhett, pausing when they got close enough to smell him.

“You stink,” Grace commented flatly.

“Thanks. Love you too. Listen, I’m gonna go shower and I’ll be down in a bit. You all can start without me,” Rhett said as he kicked his boots off by the door and took the stairs two at a time. “Oh, and Tilly?” He called from the upstairs landing.

“Yeah?”

“I gotta ask you something later. Don’t let me forget.”

You just nodded, stomach turning at the thought of what it could be.

Grace and Ellie helped you set the table, always eager to follow your every move. It makes you smile. Sometimes you felt like an actual family. And then you had to bring yourself back to reality. Just the nanny. Nothing more. Dinner was quiet, everyone was hungry and occupied with getting their bellies full.

You were resting on the couch as Rhett finished bath and bed time with the girls, trying to read your latest book but your mind was going a thousand miles a minute. Your heart started to beat faster as you heard Rhett descend down the stairs.

Rhett took himself to the kitchen, busying himself by pouring a glass of whiskey. A bottle you bought for him for Christmas the year prior. You peeked at him over the top of your book, watching his back muscles flex in the tight black tee he wore. Your mouth watered at the sight of his strong arms and his soft stomach as he turned to face you.

You quickly raised the book above your eyes, fearing that you had been caught staring. You missed Rhett’s knowing smirk.

“Move over,” Rhett poked at the bottom of your foot, the motion tickling you ever so slightly and causing you to jerk your leg towards you. “What are you reading? New dirty novel?” He teased.

“No…” you said quietly, a little shamefully.

“Liar. Is this one better than the last at least?”

“So far. Hey, what did you want to ask me earlier?” You stretched your legs back out and they landed in Rhett’s lap. He didn’t seem to mind. His unoccupied hand landed on your shin, calloused thumb lightly brushing the bone there. Your mind went blank and you could hear nothing but static in your ears.

“I got invited to this rancher’s event. They want me to give a speech. Stupid, but I agreed. And I… I need a plus one. And I figured maybe if you wanted to-“

“Yes!” You said eagerly, spine straightening. “I mean- sorry- go ahead…” Your cheeks felt hot at your abruptness. He was probably going to ask you to set him up with someone. Probably Lisa, Ellie’s dance teacher. She always had her eye on him.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me. Give you a break. It’s the weekend my parents wanted to take the girls camping. That is.. if you didn’t have any plans…”

Rhett sounded nervous. He was looking down at where his hand rested on your leg, avoiding all eye contact.

“Oh. Yeah. I don’t have anything going on. I’ll go with you. As-“

“Friends, of course.”

“Right. Friends. What’s the dress code?” You asked, heart sinking slightly.

“Black tie,” Rhett grumbled. He hated dressing up. If he can’t wear flannel, he doesn’t want to be there.

“Perfect. I’ll find a dress to wear.”

“Well. I’ll leave you to the reading. Goodnight, Tilly.” Rhett tapped your leg a couple of times before moving you so he could stand.

You sighed deeply as he left the room, trying to ignore the gut wrenching feeling you had at his response. You couldn’t focus on your book and you eventually went upstairs to attempt to sleep.

“I want you so bad,” Rhett growled against your neck, teeth sinking into your skin causing you to whimper and arch against him. His leg was in between yours, keeping your thighs separated and your barely covered cunt brush against his suit pants. “You’re fucking soaked, sweet girl. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”

“Rhett, please!” You whined pathetically, grinding down on his thigh, searching for any sort of relief.

“Beg for it, baby. Beg for daddy. Tell me what you want.” Rhett said, voice low and gravelly. He pressed you into the wall harder, flexing his thigh as you keened. “I know you want me to fu-“

“Tillyyyyyy, wake uppppp,” a tiny voice called from the other side of the door. Your eyes shot open so fast it made your head spin. Your entire body was hot even though you just had the sheet covering you and the ceiling fan was on. You were having a dream about Rhett. A fucking wet dream. And now Ellie was yelling at you in the hallway. You felt like you were being punished.

You checked your phone. 5:37am. Jesus, why was she awake?

“I’m up, El. Hold your horses.” You went to the en-suite bathroom to splash cold water on your face. “Get yourself together. Now,” you said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at yourself in the mirror.

The four-year-old stood outside your door with her stuffed horse tucked under her arms. Her eyes were a little red and she was sniffling.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I feel sick,” she whispered weakly, clutching the horse to her chest tighter.

“Come on, bug. I’ll get you some medicine.”

You picked her up and perched her on your hip as you carried her down the stairs. Her forehead felt a little warm. She sat patiently on the counter while you poured the medicine in the little cup and you rubbed her back as she swallowed it.

“Good job, El! I’m proud of you. Here, drink some water and let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

She nodded as she took a big gulp of water from her sippy cup. You trotted back up the stairs, bouncing her slightly to make her giggle.

“Alright, you got your water here and Honey is right here with you. Try to get some sleep, bug. I’ll fix pancakes when you wake up.” You tucked Ellie in, kissing her forehead before you stood up.

Her eyes were already heavy and she mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Luh you, mama.” She repeated sleepily, snuggling her horse and then started snoring softly immediately.

“Oh… I- I love you too, bug.”

You didn’t know how to react. She had never called you that before and it made your eyes misty with tears. You couldn’t go back to sleep. Not after the dream and not after Ellie calling you mama.

The next few hours went by in a blur. You had planned to go shopping with your friend Tabitha to find your dress for the dinner. After dropping the girls off at school, you met Tabitha at the mall. You were in a daze, barely listening to her rant about her latest failed Tinder date.

“Hellooooo,” she snapped her fingers in front of your face. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, sorry. No, I’m just- I don’t know what I’m doing,” you sighed as you placed your face in your hands.

“What do you mean?”

“With Rhett! It’s like- why am I going to this dinner? Why do I keep torturing myself? And Ellie! She called me her mom this morning! I want a family and I feel like I have it but it’s not really mine, you know?”

“You need to get laid. That’s what you need,” Tabitha said nonchalantly. She looked through the dresses on the rack in the store you were in. “Oh. My. God. This. This dress. Go try it on. NOW!”

She shoved a velvet dress into your arms and pushed you towards the fitting rooms. It was a deep green color, the fabric felt soft against your skin. It wasn’t a dress you would pick out for yourself but once you slid it over your head your jaw dropped at the sight in the mirror.

The bodice was a corset type, something you didn’t typically reach for but was pleasantly surprised at how it looked on you. The dress was form fitting but not uncomfortably so. The strap tied around your neck, lifting your chest and displaying the tops of your breasts tastefully.

The dress hugged your every curve, accentuating parts of your body you weren’t necessarily happy with, but now you felt sexy. Powerful. You opened the door and called for Tabitha. She came running with a few other options in her hands but her reaction matched your own as she laid eyes on you.

“Holy fuck. Yeah, no, forget these. You have to get that one. If he doesn’t fuck you, I will.”

You rolled her eyes at her antics and looked into the mirror once more. You felt so beautiful in the dress. It made you a little giddy at the thought of Rhett’s reaction. If he even had one. You tried to shake the negative thought away. If he didn’t appreciate it, someone else would. Maybe a nice cowboy who’d be down for a one night stand at a fancy hotel.

The week passed by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Rhett was packing the girls’ bags for their camping trip and was shouting up at you that he was going to pick up his suit in town from the tailor’s.

You took your time styling your hair the way you liked and you did your makeup, keeping it light but putting on a red lip. Just to be a little bold.

You hid in your room until you heard Rhett finish getting ready and head down the stairs.

“Tilly, you ready? We should leave so-“ Rhett stopped as he turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the wood. “Wow…” he breathed. “You look, ehem, you look nice. That’s a pretty dress.” He fiddled with his cuff links, avoiding eye contact.

“Thank you,” you responded shyly. He held his arm out to escort you to the black pickup truck. The ride was silent except for the radio and the hum of the engine. You couldn’t stop from looking to Rhett. His hair was slicked back, the gray hair looked more prominent. His temples were nearly white. He had a shadow of stubble on his jaw and his suit fit him in all the right places.

You pulled up to a beautiful hotel. It was a grand building, accents of gold sparkled in the setting sun and gorgeous flowers lined the walkways. Rows of trucks indicated that you were at the right place. And the men in bolo ties and cowboy hats gave it away.

Rhett forwent his Stetson and chose a sleek black tie, looking a little out of place but you thought he looked beautiful.

He parked and inhaled deeply, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and closing his eyes.

“Everything okay?” You questioned, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his forearm.

“Huh? Yeah. M’good. Just nervous. I can’t stand half the people in that room,” he mumbled, smiling softly at you. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You’ll do great. I can fake an emergency if needed.”

“Fall down the stairs if I give you a look,” Rhett joked.

“You got it, boss,” you winked at him. You reached for the door handle, preparing to get out of the truck but his hand on your arm now stopped you.

“Wait… I have something for you. A token of appreciation for coming with me. Also, an early birthday present.”

Rhett pulled a long, rectangular box from the side of the door. He opened it to show a diamond bracelet.

“Rhett- that’s- I can’t-“ You couldn’t stop from reaching out and running your fingers along the jewels.

“You deserve it. You work so hard and I don’t say it enough but you mean a lot to me. To the girls. Just wanted to give you something nice,” he said, voice a little shaky.

Something shifted as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist. His touch lingered on your skin and it was hard for you to breathe. You tried so hard to keep things professional, but it’s changed. Everything has changed in the cab of Rhett’s truck.

You headed inside, arm linked with Rhett’s as he greeted the people inside. He was so charismatic, putting on a face you’d never seen before. It was sexy. He was controlling the room. Everyone loved him.

You could feel eyes following you as you walked towards the front of the ballroom. You heard a few whispers from the older women, surely gossiping about the obvious age gap between you and your employer.

“I’m gonna grab some drinks. You gonna be okay here?” Rhett whispered in your ear, his warm breath washing over your skin and sending a chill down your spine.

“I’ll be good. Can you get me a Long Island?”

“Of course. Be right back.” He hurried off towards the bar, getting stopped several times along the way. You felt like a fish out of water here. You chewed on your thumb nail, anxiously waiting for Rhett to come back.

“I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” a voice said from behind you. You turned to see the chair to your right being pulled away and a young man, around your age, sat down beside you. His black cowboy hat hid his eyes but he had a wide smirk on his face.

“I bet you’ve said that at least ten times tonight,” you responded, trying to ignore him.

“Name’s Wes. And you are-“

“Not interested. Beat it, buddy,” Rhett growled as he sat your drinks down and sat on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair possessively.

“I see how it is. Rhett… good to see you.”

Rhett hummed as he glared at Wes over the rim of his glass, silently willing him to scram. It was hot.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“He’s trouble,” Rhett mumbled.

The evening went on without a hitch. Dinner was decent and you joined in on a few conversations. Rhett’s speech was wonderful and informative about the cattle business. He looked good on stage but you knew he was nervous. He made his way back to you, smiling slightly.

“Come dance with me, honey,” he spoke lowly.

“Let me go freshen up a bit,” you squeaked, rushing to the bathroom. Your nerves were getting the best of you. It was just a dance. A quick dance and you’d be heading home. Nothing more.

You made your way back to the ballroom, catching Rhett’s eyes and you trembled slightly at the heat that formed there. A slow song started just as you made your way to the dance floor.

His large hand engulfed yours as his other splayed on the low of your back. You could smell his cologne as he pulled you close to him. You felt a piece of paper in your right palm as Rhett swayed the two of you around.

“What’s that?”

“You can read it when we’re done dancin’,” Rhett drawled, looking down at you. Even with you in heels, his frame still towered over you.

The song ended too quickly for your liking and Rhett was called over to a table filled with older gentlemen, leaving you standing in the middle of the floor. The crumpled napkin had been left in your hand and you spread it out to read the note.

Meet me at the staircase by the piano - R

You gasped slightly and looked around, meeting Rhett’s eyes as he chatted with the group he was with. He was expressionless but there was a fire in his eyes again. One that made your body react and you tried not to squeeze your thighs together in front of everyone there. You made your way back to your table to drink the rest of your drink, a little liquid courage, before you made your way to the staircase.

You stood there for what felt like ages but in reality was only a few minutes. You bounced on your feet, nerves building every second that passed.

“Hey, you,” Rhett’s voice called from behind you, approaching you with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” you responded, feeling awkward.

Rhett pulled a key from his pocket. A hotel room key. Room 475 engraved in the key tag.

“You can say no. You can tell me to fuck off. You can quit-“

“Yes,” the answer came without a beat.

“Yeah?” His eyebrows raised slightly, a small smirk forming on his thin lips.

“You have no idea how bad I want you, Rhett,” you confessed, breathless.

Rhett let out a desperate noise as he reached for you and crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, one hand cupping the back of your head. You moaned wantonly as his tongue expertly licked into your mouth. You should go upstairs, should stop before anyone sees you.

“Rhett, we should- we need to-“

“Yeah… Yeah.”

His hand linked with yours as he pulled you to the elevator, not wasting time pushing you inside and against the wall, the railing digging into your lower spine a bit uncomfortably. His lips reconnected with yours, a low grunt escaping his throat.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, lips barely leaving yours. Hands explored your body, gripping at your soft hips and thighs, circling around to grab handfuls of your ass. The touch caused you to arch your body towards his, back bowing as he traveled higher and started palming your breast.

“I’ve thought about this - thought about you - for longer than I’d like to admit,” Rhett spoke, deep voice rattling in his chest. “Makes me feel like a dirty old man.”

You just whined pathetically, gripping at his lapels to anchor yourself. You were about to grind against the thigh that had pushed its way between your thighs but the high pitched ding of the elevator caused you to jump apart. Moving so fast, you would have thought you had been electrocuted.

A little old lady walked into the elevator, not missing the way you and Rhett looked disheveled. It was blatantly obvious what you were just doing. Rhett cracked a smile at her, nodding his head in her direction. Your chest was still heaving and your knees felt shaky.

She only went up two floors, a quick ride that felt like an eternity. Rhett’s pinky brushed against your hand where it rested on the rail, the small touch sending shocks through you.

“Have a nice evenin, ma’am,” Rhett said sickeningly sweet and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh at the look she threw his way as she exited the lift.

Your stop was next and nerves bubbled in your stomach at what was about to happen.

Silence surrounded you and Rhett now as you walked to the room. Not a word was spoken as he unlocked the door and made his way inside. You stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, wringing your hands together as you looked toward the wooden floor.

Rhett tossed his jacket haphazardly onto the floor, approaching you slowly. Giving you the chance to run. It reminded you of a lion stalking a gazelle before it pounced. His calloused hands rubbed the length of your arms before his touch brushed the side of your neck, eventually cupping your face. A rough thumb caressed your cheekbone.

“Darlin’, look at me. Please,” Rhett spoke quietly, as if not to scare you. You continued to look down, which caused him to pinch your chin and lift your gaze to him. “Are you sure about this? We can- we don’t have to-“

“No. No, I want to. I have for a while. A long, long while.”

“Good,” he said, coming out an octave lower and his eyes landed on your red covered lips. His thumb ran across the pout of your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. “I want to devour you.”

A shaky breath escaped you before you wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking softly on the digit.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

You stood there for a moment, his thumb in your mouth and your eyes locked on each other. It made tensions rise tenfold. You pulled away with a ‘pop’, a trail of saliva following in its wake.

Impatience got the best of you as you started clawing at his tie and shirt buttons, nearly sending them flying through the room. Rhett chuckled at your huffy breaths of frustration as you yanked on his clothing. You threw the tie behind you, his shirt was shoved off his shoulder and into the chair next to the door. His belt made a loud clink as it hit the window.

“Easy, girl. Don’t destroy the room. Or my clothes,” Rhett teased, stopping your hasty movements. You finally took the chance to pause and look at the man standing before you. Hairy chest on full display. The dark hair traveled down in a continuous line all the way down to the waist of his pants. His soft stomach and love handles made your mouth water.

“You’re so- fuck, Rhett. You’re so sexy,” you said.

“My turn.” He untied the neck of your dress slowly, taking his time pulling the bow loose. He turned you so your back was to him, unzipping you unhurriedly. You let the dress fall to your feet as you turned to face him again, leaving you in your lingerie and high heels.

“My god. Look at you.” Rhett took in the sight of you. Black lace left little to the imagination.

Things moved in a blur after that. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you tried to remove the heels and he almost ripped your bra as he unclasped it with one hand. He tossed it aside and you tried not to giggle as it landed on the lampshade of the lamp that sat on the bedside table.

The edge of the bed knocked against the back of your knees as he pushed you softly so you landed on your back, bouncing on the mattress slightly. He stood between your spread thighs, undoing the button of his slack and pushing them down, revealing the tight black boxers he wore underneath.

You let out a quiet whine as your eyes traveled down his torso and stopping at the large bulge that was confined by the cotton. Even in the low lighting, you could see a small wet spot from the precum.

Large hands massaged your inner thighs as he spread them apart even farther, causing a slight burn in your muscles. He groaned at the sight of your barely clothed cunt. Rhett fell to his knees swiftly and delved into you without warning. Expert licks moved against your wetness through the thin lace, which had been quickly ripped away. His nose bumped against your bundle of nerves as his tongue explored your folds.

His long fingers soon joined his ministrations, finding that spongy spot inside of you in a matter of seconds. You’d question how he did that later. As of now, you tried to control your shaking limbs as he pushed you higher and higher towards your peak. Scratchy stubble rubbed against you, causing a delicious burn.

He stuck true to his word and devoured you, not leaving one part of you undiscovered.

Rhett’s lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking softly, tongue flicking against the bud. You trembled beneath him and your back bowed off the mattress, bucking against his mouth. A strong arm slung itself over your middle, keeping you pinned to the bed.

Your hands gripped his locks tightly, tugging hard when his tongue sped up.

“Rhett. Oh, Rhett. Fuck. Daddy!” It didn’t take much for your moans to become near screams and for galaxies to explode behind your eyelids as you came against Rhett’s face. Your body was jerking involuntarily as you traveled down from your high. Rhett placed feather light kisses against you before pulling away, hair sticking up in places and his face covered in your release.

He traveled up your body and kissed you soundly, the tangy taste of your desire mixing with something so Rhett made you both moan into each other’s mouths.

“Lay back, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you,” Rhett said quietly. You made yourself comfortable against the soft pillows as Rhett stretched you in preparation for his cock. “Damn pillow princess,” he joked. It made you smile.

He had three thick fingers inside of you before you stopped him.

“Stop! Please! I- I wanna come with you inside me,” you pleaded, gripping his wrist. He nodded and pulled his fingers out fleetingly.

You blindly shoved at his boxers and he clumsily kicked them off the end of the bed, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach. Fuck, he was big.

Rhett pulled back and sat on his knees, gripping the base of his dick and placing it on your stomach.

“Look, baby. You think you can take me? Think you can handle daddy’s cock?”

“Please! Please, fuck me. Need it. Need you. Please!” You begged, lifting your hips and causing the leaking head to brush against your already sensitive clit. You simultaneously let out a loud moan. He rubbed himself through your folds, teasing you and him both.

“Wait, hold on.” Rhett pulled away and searched for his trousers, pulling his wallet out and rummaging through it. He pulled out a foil wrapper and ripped it with his teeth. You had never seen anything sexier.

“Can I do it?” You asked shyly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He handed the condom to you and kept eye contact as you rolled the latex down his length carefully. He was heavy in your hand.

You laid back once more, a trembling breath escaping your mouth as he lined up with your entrance. Even with his prepping, it was still a stretch. The slight burn caused you to hiss and dig your nails into his biceps. He took a break between each inch, time passing slowly as he made small thrusts. He eventually bottomed out, a broken moan coming from his chest as you squeezed around his length.

You stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily as his forearms caged you in.

“Daddy. Move. Please,” you whined, fingers moving tangle in the curls at the base of his neck. He slowly pulled out, nearly all the way, before thrusting back into you, the girth and length of him touching places you’d never been able to reach before. It started slow, he was allowing you to get accustomed to him.

However, it didn’t take long before his thrusts became a little rougher. His hands now were placed a the top of your head as he put his body weight into his movements, grunts escaping him with each pass, your high pitched breaths matching him.

“So tight. Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for it. Made for me. All mine, all mine,” Rhett rambled. The headboard started to smack against the wall slightly as he pounded into you. You couldn’t breathe. You were approaching a feeling you had never felt before. Your brain was becoming fuzzy and your ears were beginning to ring.

“Da-daddy. M’gonna- I’m almost there,” you squealed as a particularly harsh thrust hit your g-spot.

“C’mon, sweet baby. Come for daddy,” his deft fingers started rubbing your swollen clit in tight circles and you let out a scream as your release washed over you. Rhett continued fucking into you until he pushed deep inside you and threw his head back towards the ceiling, filling the condom with his own release.

He collapsed on top of you, full body weight covering you like a blanket. You felt like were floating. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed against Rhett’s back, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. You stayed silent for a while, both trying to catch your breaths as you came down. He eventually pulled out of you slowly, causing you to wince. He discarded the condom and went to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth and a glass of water.

You were quiet as he took care of you, smiling softly as he pulled you to sit up and take a few sips of water. You had never been cared for like this after sex. It made your chest constrict. You moved under the covers and waited for Rhett to follow suit. He immediately pressed his warm body against your own, pulling you tight to his chest.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you said with a slight giggle.

“I can’t believe it took us this long,” Rhett retorted, fingers dancing along your spine.

You both laughed a little before it fell silent once again.

“Rhett?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“What does this make us?” You asked as you ran your fingers through the thick chest hair.

“Well… I think this means you’ll be sleeping in my bed when we get home. But don’t call HR on me.”

“You are HR, Rhett. Seriously, though. Are we like-“

“I want you to be my girl. I have spent the past several months falling in love with you. And I know it’s soon, but damn it, darlin’. You’ve stolen my heart,” Rhett confessed, his words causing your eyes to well with tears.

“Rhett… I- I love you, too.”

“The girls are going to be excited. They’ve been begging me to ask you to be my girlfriend since you moved in.”

“They’re trouble, I swear,” you laughed, snuggling closer to your man.

“They’re the reason I have all of this gray hair.”

“Yeah, but it’s hot. Very… very… very hot,” you responded, emphasizing the T. You giggled as he rolled over on top of you and started kissing against your neck playfully.

You kissed each other softly in the dark until you fell asleep holding each other tight. And when the sun rose in the morning, a new beginning would be awaiting you.

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trulyhblue · 9 months ago

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please can we get a caitlin foord fic 🙏

Bug and Bingo

Caitlin Foord x Daughter! Child! Reader, Lauren Hemp x Child! Reader, AWFC + CITY x Child! Reader.

Warnings: pure fluff, coarse language, bit long for what I hoped.

A/N — was feeling cute. So sorry if you don't understand what Bluey is. Also, not really based on the most recent match as there are several changes.

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You were waiting for your mama to finish the bunny loops on her shoelaces, humming the Bluey theme song with your Bingo toy in one hand and Gunnersauris in the other.

You swung your legs from your mama’s cubby, where your coat was pooled around your waist. Auntie Stephy was talking to Beth, and Auntie Lani wasn't in the Changing Rooms, even though she was here, playing today.

Your mama told you that Auntie Lani was playing for the other team, and it wasn't the same as when you were back with all of your other Aunties. It was the same as when mama versed Macca and Mini, and Sammy — but Sammy was watching Macca and Mini’s game instead of playing, which you aren't quite sure you understand.

Sammy’s wife-but-not-girlfriend — you couldn't remember the name — Kristie also played for West Ham, but she only picks you up when you're running away from Sammy trying to tickle your tummy.

You also remember seeing Harper last week, showing her your Bingo toy, and playing hot potato with her in the stands. You love Harper, she is your only friend who knows about Bluey, and she's Australian like you. In Kindergarten, you and Harper are the only ones who speak the way you do. Your mama always asked you whether your classmates would tease you, but Harper would poke her tongue out at them, and you’d ignore them and play with Harper instead.

Your Gunnersauris was lying next to your coat, and your Bingo toy was snuggled under your arm. You were wearing your mama’s Tillie’s jersey because you liked it more than the one she was wearing now. Your Auntie Ky would call the other jersey the Cotton Candy Jersey, and you liked Cotton Candy, so you wore that Jersey when everyone else was. You liked wearing your mama’s jersey because it had your last name on the back too, and number nine was your favourite number so that made it the best. Mama said you were born on the ninth of September, which is the ninth month, so you are very special.

But the most special thing about today was that you were in charge of the Lolly Jar.

“Mama, when we going?” You asked, patting Bingo’s head, hoping she was comfortable where she was. You were slouching against the wall, watching Mama pull up her socks over her shin pads.

She looked up at you and smiled, using her thumb to graze your cheek. “Few minutes, Bug, you excited?”

You nodded your head. “Wanna see Auntie Lani and Mary. Will they sit with me with the Lolly Jar?”

“No, Bug, they sit with the other City girls.” Mama picked you up, propping you onto her hip, jutting you slightly. “But you're sitting with Stephy for the first half, then Vivid and Laura when Stephy comes on. But if I let you take care of the Lolly Jar, you've got to share, okay?”

You weren't too keen on sharing your lollies, especially your strawberry and cream ones, but Laura liked the Sour candy that was too hard for your teeth, and Vivi said that she thinks Snoep is bad for your teeth, so you think you’ll survive.

“Mama want a Lolly?” You asked, motioning towards the jar filled with lollies of all sorts.

“No, thank you, Bub.” Mama laughs, kissing your cheeks and tucking away your fly-away hairs.

“Can I have a lolly, Bug?” Your little body turned to face the voice.

Ky Ky was walking towards you with a warm grin, her hand coming up to fiddle with your collar. You giggled when her finger came in contact with your neck, sending giggles to echo through the room.

“Ky ky no manners.” You spoke, nuzzling your head further into Mama’s neck. Your mama laughed at Kyra’s dejected countenance.

“Yes, you're right,” The younger Aussie player admitted, shaking her head and pretending to act frustrated at herself for forgetting such a thing.

You, however, didn't catch onto her sarcasm, feeling a wave of empathy surging over you. You pulled your arms away from Mama, reaching out and whining for Ky Ky to hold you instead. Your mama handled her over, and you gripped the back of Kyra’s shirt as she danced with you in her arms.

“Ky Ky ‘gonna score today?” You asked, feeling the nip of the cool air shiver down your spine as the girls started exiting into the tunnel.

“I’ll try my best for you, Bub. You've just got to cheer extra loud for me, deal?” Ky held you impossibly close to her chest, her arm protecting you from feeling flimsy, and her body cradling the front half of your body from the cold.

“Will give you extra lollies and cuddles if you do.” You could see Leah at the front of the line with her big red ribbon around her arm, though Mama had told you it was an armband. You told your mama that they should do ribbons instead, hoping she could change it soon because ribbons were very pretty.

You had two yellow ribbons in each of your pigtails, which Lessi had done for you on the bus ride. Lessi was the best cuddle buddy, after Mama and Ky. She would rub and scratch your back with her nails gently, and let you trace her tattoos on her hands. Lessi was your favourite cuddle buddy, even if she wasn't the best. She was always the one you fell asleep on, and she’d always share her blanket with you when you sat next to her on the bench.

“If you don't score, I’ll just give you cuddles.” You muttered, readjusting your position in Kyra’s arms. She helped you by lifting you just above her hip, your legs locked around her waist. “Cuddles are never not allowed.”

“That's very sweet, Bub, thank you.”

“That's okay. Love you, Ky Ky.” You added, not noticing your Mama coming up behind you.

“Hey, Bub, time to put on your coat.” She said, slowly threading your small arms through the holes of the thick fabric. While your body moved without fuss, you made sure to whine a little loudly and huff to show how much you didn't like wearing your coat.

The people who loved your mama — not as much as you — and watched her play with her teammates weren't always allowed to see you. The people in the stands would inevitably catch sight of your chubby cheeks and small figure huddled in a mound of warm clothes and cuddles, whether that be during the lineup or when you were sitting on the bench.

Mama didn't like people seeing your face on their phones. She told you that cameras could cause you to feel big girl emotions, and while you were a big girl, Mama always tried her best to keep you discreet.

You didn't care all that much. Lessi would let you take funny videos with filters on your face when you talk with her on long bus rides. Stephy and Bethy would do dancing videos with you, which you love. So overall, you weren't too concerned with missing out on all that much.

But sometimes you felt like you wanted to be normal. You were cold, obviously, and the coat would warm you up, but you knew your mama wanted you to put it on for a different reason.

“Wanna stay with Ky for standing, Mama. Don't want the coat.”

Kyra acted like she had zoned out of the conversation, not sure how to manage a discussion that sounded so innocent, but had a deeper meaning behind it.

“As long as Kyra’s okay with it then you can.” Caitlin took your hand, squeezing it and zipping up your coat. “But you need to keep this on or else you’ll get a stuffy nose and a sore throat.”

“Still want my Lolly Jar.” You mumbled, not entirely content with the defeat in your situation.

Your Mama nodded, swiping your cheek. “Auntie Steph has got it in her lap for when you sit with her, alright?”

While you weren't awfully content with her decision, you sulked as you let the sleeves cover your body, hearing the zip dousing your body in a new-found warmth. You would never admit that the sensation was relieving, but you chose to snuggle back into Kyra’s chest when both teams started walking out into the crisp air.

There were a few smiles exchanged between the teams, but you understood that they both wanted to win and have the ball more than the other. Your yellow jersey stuck out under your coat, your pigtails and their bright yellow ribbons drawing more attention to yourself as usual. Your face was clasped into Ky’s neck, her body bobbing you up and down in swift motions. The crowd was beaming in excitement as everyone shook hands. You were too busy playing with the hem of Kyra’s jersey to notice the people rubbing your back and smiling.

“Cuddles now?” You asked your Ky Ky, prodding to the comfy chairs where Steph, and Kim were chatting in hushed whispers. Wally and Cloé were laughing with Stina and Laia, but you couldn't find your Auntie Vivi anywhere.

“I'm playing with your mama, Bug,” Ky spoke, rubbing your back as the two of you trudged over to the bench. “You're gonna show everyone your Lollies, aren't you? Mama said Stephy has the jar.”

You knew that Mama only gave you your lolly jar when you were feeling restless before a game. Sometimes, you just want to be attached to someone, whether that be Mama, Ky, or especially Vivi. You weren't used to not having your Auntie by your side during matches. When your Aunties had sore knees, you would sit with them in the crowd, showing them Bingo and bouncing ecstatically in your seat when they’d play games with you.

Bethy always let you swing your legs, and Lau would squish your cheeks and play Bingo games with you. Lau would make you giggle when Lee was talking about the game, and you’d clamour into the blonde’s lap and babble on about how she was a nervous Nelly, cause that's what your Mama calls you when you go to school sometimes.

Bethy wouldn't always let you have your Lolly jar, even though your Mama gave it to you. She said that it made you wiggle more and wiggles were hard to get rid of. But Vivi would always slip you some strawberry and cream lollies when Bethy wasn't looking. She’d make sure you always had a handful of your favourites when Beth was Roo immersed in the game.

You loved your Vivi.

It wasn't too bad when Bethy left, because you still had Vivi, Lee, and Lau, but then Vivi left, and now Lee, and so Lau sits in the stands with other people, and Mama doesn't want to leave Laura to take of you by herself, especially when her knee was only just mending fully.

But Vivi must've hurt her knee again because you saw her and Lau sitting in the stands without you.

It made you even more restless knowing that neither Ky nor Viv was there to play with you. You loved all of your Aunties, but some of them didn't have cuddles like Ky.

“Hello, Bug!” You heard your Auntie Stephy say. Kyra was careful in sparing the last of your affection, kneeling in front of Steph and peeling you off her slowly.

You didn't answer your Aunt, feeling what your mama called big girl feelings when Kyra kissed your forehead and ran towards the team. You latched onto Steph, who was going to put you down beside her before you curled into her lap. She wrapped her arms over your small body, pulling her blanket over the top of both of you so that you were in a cocoon of warmth.

You grabbed Steph’s pointer finger and squeezed. Bingo was facing the grassy field while you had your head towards Lia.

“Are you playing with Mama today?” You asked, settling one of your arms over Lia’s lap.

Lia and your Mama were in love like Vivi and Beth, but Mama says that their friends now. You don't remember a lot without Wally living with you, but Wally wasn't your Mama like Mama was your Mama. You were Mama’s more than anyone else. Auntie Lani always called you Cait, and Auntie Macca would say that you were your Mama’s twin.

Lia was a very nice cuddle buddy. She read bedtime stories to you and let you sleep in her and Mama’s bed if Mama was already asleep.

But now Wally didn't live with you anymore, and the bed was a lot bigger without two cuddle buddies.

“I might be after the second half, but right now I'm here with you,” Lia answered, squeezing your flushed cheeks before drawing patterns on your hand.

You looked up at Steph, reaching for her face, and settling your hand on her cheek. “Where’s Lani and Flower?”

Wally and Kim laughed from either side of you. Mary’s real name wasn't Flower, but she was pretty like a flower, and you thought that Mary smelt like a flower too, so that's what stuck. You made the mistake of looking at your Mama’s team, unable to spot your Australian friends amidst the team.

“They're both on the bench, Bug.”

You peered across the seats around you, only finding Arsenal girls.

“Not this bench, darling.” Stephy shook her head. “Different one.”

“Why not all together?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. The ball went out of play, and you forgot your question when you saw Mama retrieving the ball.

You squealed when your Mama waved, putting your hands in your mouth and blushing when one of the Lani-Flower teammates gushed at you in adoration.

The Lani-Flower teammate was blonde, and wore a ponytail very high on her head. While she wasn't someone you were particularly familiar with, you made the effort to wave meekly at her, feeling a blush film across your face when the woman waved back.

“Classic Hempo.” You heard someone say, and you wondered whether Hempo was your friend or not. She wasn't an Australian like you, because you had never seen her back home. Maybe she was one of Bethy’s friends, because when she yelled, she sounded a lot like her friends.

“Wanna give her one of my Lollies.” You announced, looking down at the jar that Steph had put on the floor, reaching down and using all of your strength to get it on your lap.

“Maybe after the game, Bug,” Steph spoke, opening the jar, and letting you pop one of the sweets into your mouth. “Lauren is playing at the moment. If you want, you can give her one at the very end, okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Who’s Lauren?”

Steph sighed, shaking her head with a soft smile. “The girl that just waved at you.”

“Hempo?”

“Yes, darling, Hempo.”

The game continued on for what felt like forever. No one was scoring goals, not even your Mama. Most of the girls on the bench had grown anxious leading into halftime, and now it was Steph who was playing with your hands as you watched both teams tread towards the Changing Rooms.

Kim was very scary at times, even when her scariness was directed at you. She was very, very stern, and sometimes you had to cover Bingo’s ears because what she was saying was not always appropriate for younger ears.

Lee was also letting out her frustration. Leah was definitely opposed to the lack of goals since she was encouraging all of the girls to get back out there and try harder. You wondered why the Lani-Flower Team was so hard to beat when Mary and Lani weren't even playing. You’d understand if they were on the field, but they must've had superpowers that made the team really good because they were on the bench that you couldn't see.

Leah had the big band around her arm — the one you thought should be a ribbon but wasn't. You wore your ribbons all the time, at home, school, games, everywhere. Mama would send photos to your Auntie Hayley all the time, showing how her legacy was proven charismatic on her daughter.

Hayley was someone you missed a lot, especially when she and Mama never versed each other. When you were in Australia, Hayley would do your hair, and she’d use her own special ribbons. She would spend a lot of time with you. She and Ellie Belly would go out with you on what they called ‘Big Girl Days’, where you’d play at the park, get ice cream, and go to the movies, all in one day. You loved Ellie Belly, she was as silly as you. She loved blowing raspberries on your tummy. She was always throwing you up in the air, giving your Mama a surprised face.

You wanted a Big Girl Day now, you thought to yourself. The weather in London wasn't nice. You liked swimming with Harper and Harley. You liked spending time with your Australian Aunties in the sun.

You were sitting in Lessi’s lap, keeping yourself still as she redid her hair. Your coat was left on your seat on the bench, but the Changing Rooms were nice and cosy so no one paid much attention. Your Mama was fixing her hair as well, something everyone seemed to do, so you paddled over to her and tugged on her shorts.

“Hold on a second, Bug,” Mama spoke, smiling down at you, patting the wispy bits of your hair behind your ears.

You didn't want to wait, so you sighed and waddled to the next available person.

You tugged on Katie’s shorts, latching onto her leg and beaming at the woman’s immediate reaction.

“Well, hello, Miss Yellow!” She uttered, jostling your bright-coloured jersey and fixing your ribbons.

“I'm not Miss Yellow!” You laughed loudly, swatting away her hand. “I'm Bug!”

“You're a bug and yellow?!” Katie’s eyebrows raised as she pretended to be shocked. Everyone looked on in adoration, but to you her shock was real. Your laughter emulsified. “That means you're a Bee!”

“No, I'm not a BumbleBee!” You grinned, clasping your arms around her neck, soaking in the way she held you close. “I'm just Bug!”

“Oh, you're bug!” Katie huffed, shaking her head and sighing. “You scared me, Bug. I thought you were a Bee.”

“A Bumblebee, Katie.”

“That's right, a Bumblebee.”

You huffed, deciding that you were just smarter. “You're so silly, Katie.”

Katie let you run over to Mama, who swung you playfully all the way to the bench again.

Everyone was coming back onto the pitch, and the refs blew their loud whistles so that they could start kicking the ball. Both teams were a little bit more aggressive in everything they did. Katie was pushing and getting shoved, and Hempo was doing the same. Another blonde Lani-Flower girl was getting angry at Katie, but the Refs didn't put up their naughty cards so the game went on.

It had been a little while since you were sitting alone on the bench with just Bingo and your Lolly Jar. You scanned the pitch again, wondering whether Hempo was, but couldn't find her. Everyone was warming up on the sidelines. Steph had told you to count how many lollies you could eat so that you were left with something to do.

But you were growing very bored when no goals were happening, and no one to talk to.

So, as your Mama always said, do what makes you happy.

So you did.

You clambered out of your seat, using your big muscles to lug the Lolly Jar with you. Everyone was still playing around you, but you knew that Lani and Mary were here somewhere.

Without thinking, you forget your coat in your chair.

You were careful with every step you took, making sure you were holding the Jar tight. You stopped and waited for people to pass by so you weren't in the way, and it didn't take long for Red Jerseys to turn into Blue ones.

You felt a little out of place with your bright yellow jersey, you thought that no one else knew what you were wearing. After a little while longer of trampling down the sideline, you found a similar bench to the Arsenal one, except there was not a blotch of red in sight.

It took you a few more steps until you shivered at the coolness. You felt silly for not remembering your coat like Mama told you, but you didn't want to leave your Lollies instead. Mama told you to always share your Lollies, so you were doing what she told you to do, just not everything.

You found a coat similar to yours alone on one of the seats. It looked very warm, and you wanted to be warm, so you put the jar down with caution and grabbed the jacket with ease, slipping it on like Mama had taught you.

It wasn't until you saw Mary being subbed on and a cautious hand grabbing your shoulder that you realised that you had one of your ribbons falling from your hair.

“Um, excuse me.” You heard a woman say, making your little head reel up. “I think you're wearing my jacket.”

The sight of Hempo — or Lauren, as Stephy said — sent you into shyness. Mama said you weren't allowed to talk to strangers, even if they seemed friendly and smiled. You didn't necessarily think of Hempo as a stranger, since Mama talked to her and Stephy knew her name, but you only knew her from today, so an introduction was needed in order for you to feel even remotely safe.

“Was cold.” You muttered, holding your Lolly Jar as tight as you could, making you realise that you had not only left your coat on the Arsenal Bench, but Bingo, too. “Sorry.”

This sent your big girl feelings over the edge. The combined factors of strangers, the loud noises of the crowd, your coldness, and no Bingo made your lips quiver and your eyes rimmed with tears. You struggled to put the Lolly jar down but did so in a hurry, avoiding Hempo’s eyes as you tried to shake off her jacket.

The blonde woman stood above you in shock, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her when tears flooded your cheeks. She hadn't meant to make you cry. She was just confused about why you were there, and not with Arsenal, and why you were wearing her coat instead of your own.

“Oh, no, I'm so sorry.” She spoke, shaking her head as she knelt on the floor, making sure you were okay with her being at your level. “You can keep my jacket, I swear. You're smart for staying warm—”

“—Mama says swearing is bad.” You retorted, tears drying the minute the blonde spoke. Sniffles fell from your nose. “Are you on the Lani-Flower’s team?”

Lauren looked at you incredulously. “The what?”

“My Auntie Lani and Flow— Fowler, is on that team,” You pointed onto the pitch, specifically Mary, who was carrying the ball down the wing. Lauren glanced across the field, noticing Mary had no clue about what was going on. She looked back at you and smiled meekly.

“Is your Mum or Dad in the crowd somewhere? I could always help you find them.”

The mention of a father made your eyebrows furrow. You had thought that Hempo had known your Mama, but apparently not.

“You were talking to my Mama just then!” You sighed, picking up your Jar and peeling off the lid. “I was sitting on Stephy’s lap when you waved at me.”

“What?” It took a beat for Hempo’s face to change, a flow of realisation painting her features. You popped a treat into your mouth. “Oh! You're Foord’s daughter! Sorry, wait-”

You watched as the woman kneeled down again, carefully using her hands to open the split of her jacket that covered your jersey. It revealed the bold Australian colours and emblem. You pivoted so that your shoulders showed off your last name.

“Want a Lolly?” You asked, holding out the heavy container.

“Sure… I guess.” Lauren hesitated but nodded after soaking in your adamant state. “I'm sorry for asking but… why are you over here?”

“I'm looking for Auntie Lani.” You stated, not bothering to ask the woman before making your way over to a spare seat. “Mama told me that I should share my Lollies, but my Auntie Stephy was warming up, and Kim is a little scary sometimes, and Wally was stretching, and Ky Ky was playing, so Flower and Lani were left.”

Lauren managed to understand your whines to help you up onto the chair, joining next to you. “Did Caitlin say you could come over here.”

“Um,” You pondered, slightly sheepish. “She didn't say no.”

“Oh,” Lauren replied, unable to conform to a solid response. “Um, do you want me to get Alanna for you, then?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, thinking about whether Hempo was nice enough to stay with you until you felt like moving again. You settled on a yes.

“No that's okay.” You spoke, leaving the Lolly Jar on your chair and moving into Lauren’s lap. “You can have more Lollies. Mama said I should share.”

Without thinking, Lauren shoved her hand down the jar, grabbed a handful of lollies and slowly popped them into her mouth one by one. She didn't know if keeping you with her was a good idea, especially after Laia shot a brilliant goal, sending City into the lead. Alanna was warming up, getting ready to go on, so no Australians could help her out.

You weren't affected by the score, too busy babbling on about how much you wanted some sort of Bingo that Lauren had no idea about. You were content on the woman’s knee, happy in the way she bobbed up and down rhythmically, similar to how Ellie Belly would when your Mama was in interviews.

You both fell into comfortable conversation, leading each other into new topics as the game went on. Lauren let you play with her hands, and you didn't mind how many strawberries and creams she was taking from your jar. No one from either team had noticed the two of you in your own little bubble.

Everyone except a man with a big camera and a microphone.

The English woman didn't know you well. She knew that Caitlin kept you away from the media and that you were a very private part of her life that she kept at bay. You were a bubbly child with a bright personality, she thought, but she also wondered whether you got yourself into trouble as often as it seemed.

Lauren knew the man from City’s media team. He was friendly, and nice to talk to, but she had never had the experience of a toddler in her arms to handle this kind of attention.

“Who might this be?” He spoke, holding the camera up to the both of you.

Before Lauren could answer, you swerved your front to face her chest, potent in the way you shoved your body away from the camera. Your Mama had taught you to do this from a very young age, and now it felt like second nature.

Lauren caught onto your worry almost instantly, shaking her head towards the kind man, waving his endeavours off.

The man must've caught on quickly, as the camera dropped as fast as it arrived. You kept your head buried into Hempo’s neck, curling your legs around her waist, thankful for the way she pulled your hood up.

“Don't worry, I don't like cameras all that much, either.” She cooed, rubbing your back in comforting circles, relieved at your tense figure softening as she did so. “Sometimes it's just good to talk without them, eh?”

“Yeah,” You muttered in agreement, pulling your head away slowly, taking your time to turn back around.

The game was coming to an end, heading into extra time, and you were feeling the effects of your long adventure hurling over your little body.

Arsenal were not playing to their strengths, and the frustration of their gameplay radiated in beams to everyone who watched.

You had just caught sight of Auntie Lani being subbed on before your eyes had drifted close and your breathing had evened. Lauren only noticed your deep slumber when the full-time whistle blew, and you made no more advancements towards your Lolly Jar.

Hempo tried extra hard to keep you sound as she curled her arms around you, lifting you into a cuddle, and walked towards her celebrating teammates and defeated rivals silently. With your hood still up and the blonde rubbing small patterns on your back, you held onto the woman peacefully, relishing the fatigue that had caught up to you.

Hempo had separated from her confused teammates — who were all questioning when Lauren ever had any affiliation with a child — and strolled over to the Arsenal bench, where a flurry of anxiety hit her straight.

Kyra was indefinitely pale. Wally and Leah were searching the parameters of the field. Katie was ridiculing fans, and Caitlin was an absolute wreck.

Beth was beside herself, Viv by her side, comforting her spouse with a strained expression herself.

A flooding red flushed Lauren’s face, the reality of the stress the girls in front of her were under hitting her like a truck. She was conflicted in keeping you sleeping and running over to announce that you were okay. She resulted in jogging cautiously, nearly dropping the Lolly Jar on the way.

Leah was the first to notice the young Lioness. “Lauren, what are you—”

The Arsenal Captain nearly collapsed at the sight of your tiny figure curled up in her arms, meeting the woman in the middle and calling out to the rest of the girls.

“Oh my fucking God, where was she?” Caitlin sighed, immediately taking you from Lauren’s chest and hugging the breath from your lungs.

You stirred out of your daze, surprised by the sound of your Mama’s voice and not Lauren’s.

“Mama swear.” You whispered, not comprehending the gravity of the situation as you found a new comfortable position in your Mama’s arms.

“She was just wandering around with her Lolly Jar, looking for Alanna and Mary,” Lauren spoke, her voice cracking at the amount of eyes on her. “I was with her the whole time. She just wanted to share her Lollies, and erm— she forgot her coat so— yeah… oh and something about Bingo—”

“Thank you so much,” Caitlin said, looking down at you and hugging you closer. “How long did you think she was by herself?”

“Oh, not long.” Lauren started. “I found her with my coat on, so she knew what to do with herself. But I made sure no one recorded her. I'm not sure about when she was alone though, sorry.”

“Don't be.” Caitlin sighed. “I'm just glad she was with someone.”

“Shared my Lollies, Mama.” You whispered out from her neck. “But I think we need more Strawberries and Cream.”

Katie came up behind you and Mama with your toy Bingo in her hands. She took off your hood and poked your cheeks. “I think that's enough lollies for you, Bumblebee.”

You took Bingo and hugged her, smiling like not a minute in the world had passed, content with the new friend you had made and the lollies you had eaten.

You hoped every match was like this.

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fr4nkoce4n · 10 months ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏! ʲᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵘᵍʰᵉˢ

in which jack comes home in a bad mood after getting eliminated from the playoffs but his two girls are always there for him.

song- watch you sleep. - girl in red

jack felt off, almost empty as he pulled into the driveway of his home. a frown was displayed on his face, after getting eliminated from the playoffs. his team had played a good game, but not good enough.

he opened his car door grabbing his bags and keys, making his way to the front door and opening it with one swift movement.

he dropped his bags to the ground and looked around, no one to be seen, the tv was turned off and all that could be heard was the song here comes the sun by the beatles.

it was his 4year old daughter, matilda’s favourite song, she would try her best to sing along to it, not able to even get the words correct. it always brought a smile to his face.

he made his way into the kitchen without trying to disrupt anything. he stopped from a distance as he saw his wife with matilda propped up on her right hip, dancing and singing around the kitchen as she was making something.

jack leaned against the frame of the window and just watched, a look of happiness spread across his face.

you had had a big night, from watching the game, to trying to make dinner, to trying to make matilda stop crying. the crying was never ending, and for what reason? she could never figure it out, tilly was now 4 but she was just always crying. and when you couldn’t make it stop you felt like a horrible mother.

at this very moment you had matilda on your hip and you were trying to distract her so she would stop crying. you danced around and even started singing before she stopped crying.

it was rough when jack had to go on a roadie, meaning you had to put in that little bit of extra effort around the house.

you weren’t going to lie, it was a little bit relieving knowing jack wouldn’t have alot of hockey to focus on after losing tonight. you sure felt bad for your husband though.

“need a hand?” jack spoke up and took matilda out of his wife’s hands and pulled her in for a hug, “dada!” matilda cheered and dug her head into her dads neck.

“hey tills!” jack greeted, placing a sweet kiss on his daughters forehead.

“im sorry about the game jack.” you spoke and gave your husband a peck on lips.

“it’s okay, we tried our best.” he sighed, you could tell he was upset about it all.

“i need to finish dinner, could you go give her a bath?” you ask quietly.

“of course.”

jack carried matilda to the bathroom and turned on the bath tub. he grabbed out the basket full of tillys bath toys.

“which ones do you want tonight?” jack asked as he spread them out along the ground.

she picked up her favourite ones and placed them in the bath gently, as if they had feelings.

“good pick.” jack smiled picking up the rest of the toys and putting them away.

once the bath was full jack placed matilda in the bath and she played in there while jack washed her.

as her daddy put shampoo into her hair she looked up at him, she easily noticed that he wasn’t as talkative as he usually was and looked like he was sad.

“daddy?” she questioned.

“yes tilly baby?”

“do you have a boo boo?” she sat up in the bath and jack stopped massaging her scalp with conditioner.

“no honey, why do you ask?”

“your sad, what’s wrong daddy?” she frowned. “is it because you lost?”

“yes baby.” he sighed.

“it’s okay.” she placed her hand on top of his hoping to turn his frown into a smile.

a smile broke out on jack’s face, “thank you. can i ask you a question?”

she nodded gently.

“why do you get so upset all the time darling girl?” he asked curiously.

tilly looked like she was about to start crying again, “i miss you daddy.”

jacks heart swelled but also dropped, he wished that he could be there all the time for his girls.

“im always with you, in here.” he poked her little chest gesturing to her heart. “but baby, you need to stop getting so upset, it’s really hard on mummy, she feels bad when she can’t make you feel better.”

“do I make mummy sad?”

“not sad, she just feels like a bad mummy.” he sighed, knowing tilly most likely didn’t understand him anyway.

“she’s not a bad mummy!” she sort of yelled.

“she’s not. now come on, let’s get you dry and changed and into bed gorgeous.”

jack changed her into her pyjamas and placed her into her big girl bed pulling the blanket over her.

she closed her eyes straight away, but just was jack was about to shut the door she spoke up. “daddy?”

“yes?”

“i wont cry tonight so mummy feels better.”

“come see me if you want me baby.”

he left a gap in the door and made his way into the kitchen, his amazing wife had made his favourite meal, spaghetti bolognaise.

“ugh it looks and smells amazing baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and sat down next to you to eat.

you both dug into your food and ate up.

“im sorry you didn’t make it through to the next round.” you spoke quietly.

“it’s okay, I want to be here more for tilly, do you know why she cries so much?” he questioned his wife, she shared a look with him.

“no clue, I can’t get a peep out of her when she’s crying.” you frown.

“she said it’s because she misses me…” he sighed, he felt horrible. “i knew i would be a horrible dad.”

“hey hey hey, no your an amazing dad, tilly loves you, she wouldn’t want any other dad in the world.” you grabbed your husbands hand. “and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my husband.”

you grab your husbands hand and drag him to tillys room and open the door, she is laid in her bed peacefully, “sometimes when your on a roadie i miss you so much so i come in here and watch her sleep. she looks exactly like you jack, and she calms me.”

jack remembered when tilly was first born, he would stay in her room for ages and watch her sleep because he was so worried something would happen to his girl.

but now, like his wife said, it was calming.

the way her little chest moved up and down as she breathed, the way she would move around every now and then and the way she would cuddle her snoopy teddy which had a devils jersey on it.

“we made her.” jack spoke softly.

“yeah. we did.” she grabbed jacks hand and leaned onto his shoulder.

this moment was the only moment he ever wanted, who cared about making it to the next round when he had his two girls at home?

they were all he ever needed.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras #nico hischier #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x oc #dad!jackhughes #nhl hockey #nhl all star 2024 #ice hockey

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russellsppttemplates · 8 months ago

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hello can I request for the reader and lando and their kids getting featured in dts moments here and there!!!! i love them!!!! thank you <3

"It's race day, and to this day, I haven't changed my meal ever", Lando said as he served himself on the chicken wrap he always has, showing the camera.

"Daddy, can you get me the fish sticks, please?", a small voice said, and even though the camera didn't show her face, everyone would be able to know who it belonged to.

"How many? Three? Four?", he held his fingers up as he grabbed her plate, "four, like you!", she beamed, "Unlike me, my daughter eats fish and is less childish about food", Lando chuckled as he served her, "there you go, Tilly! Can you get them to the table on your own?", she nodded, "clever girl!".

"Daddy won!", you cheered as you helped Matilda and Fraser store their headphones back in their spot, "can we go up to the podium, mummy?", Fraser asked you.

There would be a lot of people there and the kids would get lost, you thought as you tried to tell the two little ones they couldn't see daddy until he was back from the celebrations, "I can help you with them if you'd feel safer that way", Zak said quietly enough in case you still didn't feel comfortable.

"You don't mind?", you questioned again, seeing his shake his head and challenge Matilda to see who would get to the podium first.

"We're going to see my boy Lando!", Zak cheered to the camera as he ran alongside Matilda, "daddy won the race!", she cheered with him.

You followed them with Fraser on your back, your little boy giggling as you ran as best as you could through the paddock, the McLaren team members helping you to the front and making sure you and the kids weren't squished against the barriers.

Clapping when Lando was announced on the top step of the podium, you put Fraser on your shoulders with the help of one of the mechanics and Zak did the same with Matilda. Fraser was the first to catch his father's attention, "that's my daddy! Here, daddy!".

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cherriesformatt · 5 months ago

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waiting || chris sturniolo

chrisxfem!reader

summary: when reader and chris are about to become parents

warnings: fluff

word count: 2k

a/n: My first story for Chris who cheers 🫢 I did not proof read yet! I hope you like it ❤️ Thank you for the request.

I was nervously checking the test every second sitting on a closed toilet seat. Chris was staring at it too while sitting on the bathtub edge. We had some scares before, but this one? This one felt a little too real.

We were in Boston for few days now and his mom made her famous shepherd's pie that I loved so much. But it just made me sick and I just have been feeling very weird lately and with my period late it just could mean one thing.

And let me tell you, both of us just looked like we saw a ghost. We have been laughing when Matt and Tilly had an accident - that oops great it wasn't us. Their daughter was born few weeks ago and we are here because they brought her to meet whole family.

But here we fucking go. Two red lines on both of the tests I was holding.

"Fuck...." I heavily breathed out.

I looked at Chris and he looked at me and also let the air out of his lungs as he held his breath for a little. He took his hat of to fix his hair and he put it back on. He put his hand on my thigh.

"I cannot believe this.. I wanna say it's karma but that would be a little mean" He said.

His tone was so calm that it actually made my crazy because I wanted to scream.

"We were teasing them for whole nine months so there we go hun.... our time to shine" I said and hid my face in my hands.

"y/n.... We got this, okay? I know I am a fucking big baby...and you had different plans but... we got this. Anything you decide to do....we got this" He hugged me tight to his body.

Of course I wanted to keep the baby. It was no other choices for me. We have been together for almost two year. I love Chris so much but we just came to the path that we were very happy just two of us. We had a rocky first year awith both of us having trust and commitment issues it wasn't easy and now I will have to share him with our baby.

"I know we do..." I said into his neck.

We didn't tell anyone on this trip because we waned this time to be only Matt's and Tilli's attention spot. But we did tell them right after we came back to LA. Jimmy and Marylou were with us because they wanted to help out with little Noa.

Me and Chris were both lazy souls and we were too overwhelmed to come up with like a cute idea to tell everyone. We just decided to do it.

"So...Noa is going to be a big cousin...surprise!" Chris said when we were all at the dinner table at Matt's house.

"What the fuck are you saying bro?" Matt looked at him with wide eyes.

'I am pregnant" I said looking at him and smiled a little.

"Was that like planned? Is it my turn too? What is this?" Nick laughed.

"Believe me it was not...."I said quietly.

"y/n honey... thats why you were so under the weather in Boston... sweats congratulations" Their mom hugged my tight.

Jimmy hugged Chis too and we just answered all the questions they had before Tilly took me and gave me all the advices and have me her pregnancy stuff she had packed to give away.

Other than the first few weeks the pregnancy was very easy on me. Chris was there for every appointment and he seemed to be really exited. I knew how he loved watching his brother becoming a father but I didn't know he is going to be that much happy about being one as well right now.

I was happy too, we made a space, we were stable, we could make the best for the baby. But we were also very young and that was just scary.

"Nick... I am not doing anything weird, can we just like.. go to the beach? On sunset... I do not need any dresses or flowers. I just need Chris and we should take Matt, Tilly and Noa for the photoshoot" I said to the oldest triplet.

"Okay, okay I knew you will going to say that.... You and Chris are just so basic... " He said.

I asked him to take our pregnancy photos, so we could have it for ourselves.

"If you would ask Chris I am pretty sure he would want our pregnancy photo shoot on Summer Smash stage with Lil Skies" I laughed.

He did as well because he knew I was right. Nick and I were alone at his house because Chris and Matt were gone to the festival. It took me and Tilly two weeks to convince them to go. They were very overprotecting of us. Matt said he would go when they will go to Chicago with him so Tilly did. But I had a lot of work to do here so I couldn't. So Chris said yes but only if I would stay over at Nick's so he will know I am safe.

"You are actually impossible you know?" He said when he walked in to our apartment and saw me painting walls in our son's room.

I was 7 months pregnant. My belly was really big already but I was feeling great. We just had a little gender reveal party for our friends and family. We waited for so long because we didn't know if we want to know but then both of us couldn't wait so we let Tilly organize one for us. We were going to have a boy. Chris was over the moon.

"I was bored and I am fine Chris" I said from the ladder..

"Get down here bro...I do not care you're giving me hart attack. I would you I will do it" He helped me down.

"I love you Chris but I am literally not made of glass" I hugged him and have him quick kiss.

"Yes you are...I missed you both today..." He put his hands on my belly and smiled.

"We missed you too" I said and smiled.

That night we were laying in bed reading. Yes, reading. Both of us were reading parenting books from Tilly.

"This is bullshit it is making me very anxious and I feel like the birth school is enough" He put the book down.

"Me too... honestly I have been thinking the same... everyone keeps telling us what to do and how... and it doesn't help. I mean, sure I take all the advice but in the same time I feel like we need to learn by ourself when he will be here" I said pitting book down.

"We should...You should rest and have the last months of this pregnancy for you...without any stress. And it is our last months just two of us...I wanna spend nice time with you without all of this" He took our books and put them down.

He took my hands into his and gave both of them a kiss.

"Come on a baby moon trip with me? Just two of us..." He asked looking at me and I smiled.

"Chris... this is so sweet" I said.

"Of course..." I aded and leaned in to kiss him.

We both decided that we felt the most comfortable and happy on Cape Cod in the cabin. That's also were we met so we wanted to go there. We rented our own cabin just in case his family wanted to use the other one. It was summer time so they were coming a lot. And also because we just really wanted to be alone. We spend everyday on the beach if it wasn't too hot for me. If it was we would just stay in and watch tv or play games together. I couldn't be more happier than I was with him there.

"You do cheesy sometimes...That I think my eyes are watering" I said when I saw him putting seashells in heart shape on my belly.

"Shut up.... it is cute" He said and made my pose to pictures.

"You're cute....youre such a dad already" I laughed looking at him.

"No I am not...youre just really beautiful" He laughed while laying down next to me on his stomach and on his the towel.

"Thank you Chris.... for that and for taking me here..." I said.

"Anytime mama" He kissed my nose and I scrunch it.

"Calling me mama is crazy" I laughed at him and he only wiggled his eyebrows at me.

And all the tiktoks about how you always thought your partner was hot but after seeing him carrying your baby home it is just something else? Well....seeing Chris with our son in his carseat on our way from the hospital to the car. I was ready to have another one right there.

He was so natural already. He was there for whole process panicking, but he was there. We both cried as hell when they put our baby on my chest. He cut the cord and he couldn't stop staring at our little man.

Our son was healthy and really loud. Thats how we knew Chris was the father. I am joking but for real little guy was a copy of Chris. He looked exactly like the triplets when they ere born.

We decided to name him Cali. We both were struggling with name and when we were watching tv one day someone used it as a name and we just looked at each other and we knew that this is going to be the name. I wanted it to start with C like Chris's name which he was happy about and said that if we have a daughter one day he wants her name to start with my initials.

As we brought Cali home he was a different baby. He was calm and we slept and ate well. I couldn't stop taking pictures of him and Chris. He was such a boy dad. All the stories he was telling him and they both napped together. He was doing everything equally with me. The changing, the feeding, bath time. Everything. I was very proud of how we handled it all.

Noa was Cali's biggest fan. She was almost one. She was walking already and every time they were over here she couldn't stop just sitting next to Cali. She was giving him her binky and just hugging him. We even took a picture where it looks like she is holding him by herself.

"Now tell me... isn't this the hotter thing ever?" Tilly asked me when we were watching Chris and Matt from the kitchen.

"Tilly...it fucking is I swear to god I am ready to have 5 more" I said and sat on the kitchen island next to her. We were having some wine and Chips.

Matt and Chris were playing on xbox while Cali was asleep on Chris's chest and Noa was asleep on Matt's. Nick wasn't here because he had some kind of event going on.

"Just bunch of dads" she laughed and took a sip from her glass.

"Dilfs if you ask me" I added and put my empty glass down.

"Alright... you know that we can hear you, right? I am going to confiscate the wine... I swear" Matt looked at us.

"Oh shut up you love it...."Tilly said and he just shook his head.

"Also 5 more is crazy baby...But I am fluttered" Chris looked at me. and winked.

I laughed and me and Tilly cleaned up a little and went to seat next to them.

I couldn't believe that we had two babies in the family and one of them was mine. I was a mother and it honestly was the best thing that happened to me. My missing piece.

My little family was all I needed right now.

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bellesdreamyprofile · 16 days ago

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a baby miracle: part 6

“Where are my little honeybees?”, you smiled at the familiar sound of Benny’s voice. You looked over your shoulder and noticed a giddy smile forming on your baby’s face. A lil´ daddy’s girl. You couldn’t really blame her though, because, in a way, you were too.

Matilda made animalistic noises as she tore the pancakes you had made earlier in big chunks - probably too overwhelmed with the excitement she was feeling upon her daddy’s arrival. You sighed at the mess before you and picked up her little plastic fork from the floor. You wiped it up and set it in front of her again. “Alrighty, Tilly, no more messy hands please.”, you looked at her and poked her chubby cheek. The baby just laughed, almost mocking you.

Warm hands on your waist made you jump a little, the reaction earning a snicker from Benny. “Honeybee being a lil´ troublemaker again?”. A breathy laugh left your lips as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, his lips leaving kisses on your cheek.

“I don’t think she’s a huge fan of pancakes, quite honestly.”, you said truthfully and pointed with a finger at the mess that had yet to be cleaned up. All while Matilda was staring at the two of you with big, curious eyes.

Benny shook his head and unwrapped his arms from around you and silently approached his daughter. Matilda’s little eyes followed her daddy’s movements, even as he squatted down in front of the highchair. Benny picked up a chunk of pancake and put it in his mouth, humming at the sweet taste.

“See, babygirl? Mama made them and they’re so good, yes?”, Matilda instinctively picked up a torn chunk of the sweet and pecked it with her lips. Benny laughed and moved his eyes on you, wanting to make sure you hadn’t missed the moment. You shook your head with a small smile and leaned against the doorframe.

“No, bee, no kissing the pancake. You eat it. Like this, look.”, and he went on to put another half chewed pancake in his mouth.

You crossed your arms on your chest and smiled at the interaction. “You know, honey… I can fix you a quick lunch if you’re hungry.”, your tone was laced with tease, but it made him chuckle.

He glanced your way and smiled. “I’m good eating bee’s food, thank you very much.”, you rolled your eyes as you bit back a smile. You moved on in front of the sink, starting to clean up your daughter’s mess, stealing glances at the two of them every now and then. An inevitable smile made its way on your face, thinking about how far you’ve all come along.

The day you found out you were pregnant was the day you thought you lost Benny to his past and insecurities. The day your daughter was born was the day you thought you lost Benny to the club. The day you brought your little bee home from the hospital was the day you thought you lost Benny to your own mistrusting feelings.

No, he wasn’t right for missing the birth of your daughter and it wasn’t exactly fair to you either, but what was the point of life if we all held resentment to one another? You couldn’t. Especially because you knew that beneath Benny’s rough exterior was a heart of gold. The man worshipped the ground you walked on - also he worshipped every pancake chunk Matilda threw at him.

Life is no easy ride, but that’s why rollercoasters are so fun. Each bump with its ups and downs makes it incredibly unique. And why not experience that rollercoaster with a man like Benny?

“Baby, today is that picture thing at the club, remember?”, you blinked as you were rushed back to reality. You dried your hands with a small towel and hummed, turning around.

“Yes, of course I remember, honey. That's the whole reason why we bought that little denim jacket before Matilda was even born.”, you commented with a smile at the sweet memory.

Benny picked up your daughter and set her on his hip. “And the little pink booties. Let’s not forget those.”, he said in a softer voice and smooched Matilda’s cheek.

Without even being able to step foot in the club, you heard Johnny’s booming voice coming closer.

“Alright, where’s my little niblet?”, little Matilda’s feet kicked in Benny’s hold as Johnny reached his hands out for her. You laughed with your husband at your bee’s silly reaction.

“Oh, Johnny, your hair is looking real nice.”, you complimented. Johnny tickled Matilda and finally took her in his arms.

He did a little jump with her in his arms, making your baby squeal in delight. “Thanks, kid. Betty made sure I looked nice and proper.”, he rolled his eyes. “But look at this little princess with the little jacket.”

You wrapped an arm around Benny’s waist and smiled. “And the pink boots.”, your husband chimed in. Matilda wiggled her little feet as if to show uncle Johnny what her daddy was fussing over.

“Alright, let’s go. Everyone’s waitin´. You’re the last ones to arrive.”

“Benny didn’t know how to style his hair.”, you said teasingly, making Johnny snicker. Benny rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder with yours.

“Lady Benjamin and her hair. Of course.”

After some swear words were thrown around, at which you scolded them both for, you finally made your way in the club. The guys, their wives and kids all ran over to finally meet and get to know the club’s newest member. Your heart soared at the love everybody already seemed to have for your little bee.

“Okay, now let’s try one more picture. A serious one this time.”, you quickly turned around and fixed Benny’s collar. He smiled and winked at you.

“Well, if you’re fixin´ mine, I gotta fix yours too, no?”, the teasing tone withheld hints of seduction, making your cheeks burn. You shifted Matilda to your right hip as Benny’s fingers pulled at your collar.

“Doesn't seem like you're fixin´ nothing, Benny.”, you said in a small tone.

“Oh yeah?”, the tone in his voice dropped lower, making it incredibly hard for you to keep your composure. Your brows shot to your forehead, wondering what this crazy man had in plan next.

“I’ll show you fixing´ honey.”, and right as the click on the camera went off, his lips were pressed on yours.

Your little girl squealed in your arms, though nobody seemed to notice that the picture wasn’t as perfect as it had to be. You fought the urge not to sigh into the familiarity of that kiss. The kind of familiarity you could never get enough of, because it was all yours.

“I love you, baby.”, you were the one who leaned in for another kiss, but this time it was crystal clear for everybody.

“Lord have mercy. There goes baby number two.”

THE END

A/N: what a ride! I love these two so much 🥺 let me know what your thoughts are on the series & this chapter xx wishing all of you peace and love xx

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jflemings · 4 months ago

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— can we always be this close?

pairing: jessie fleming x reader {piper’s world}

synopsis: sometimes, it’s just the three of you

warnings: none

a/n: i needed some fluff post tillies olympic run :)

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My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue / All's well that ends well to end up with you / Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover / And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me / And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

piper’s sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen counter drawing whilst you and jessie prepare dinner. you’re flipping fritters in the fry pan whilst she chops up some vegetables, the both of you enjoying the music that’s playing over the otherwise quiet kitchen.

you look over your shoulder to make sure piper’s alright before turning back to the task in front of you “how was your hamstring today?” you ask your partner.

jessie shrugs “it was fine. they said there’s nothing to worry about”

you hum “if you need me to help you stretch it later just let me know” you place a fritter onto the plate next to you before pointing the spatula directly at jessie “and don’t brush me off if it hurts”

jessie grimaces slightly.

two days ago you had noticed her walking with a bit of a limp and running her hand up and down the back of her left thigh. when you asked her about it she had insisted that nothing was wrong, but you knew by the way she was extra careful with how she stepped that she was lying.

“i will” she sends you a sweet smile as you narrow your eyes “promise”

pouring more fritter batter into the pan, you hear piper start to sing along to one of jessie’s favourite songs. whatever lyrics she doesn’t know she just makes up, but she continues to mumble the song the whole way through.

“mama” she says abruptly

jessie quickly looks at piper to show she’s gotten her attention “yes?”

“before when you were not in london did you have a different girlfriend?” she asks, not looking up from her drawing.

jessie stops chopping and her eyebrows raise in shock. you, on the other hand, are finding it hard to suppress the laugh that’s threatening to escape your lips.

she looks at you narrowly before turning to piper “…yes, i did. why do you ask?”

“did you like her?”

“well” jessie starts, trying to find the words “she was my girlfriend, so yes i liked her”

piper nods “did you love her?”

you can’t help but drag a hand over your face and mouth, your shoulders beginning to shake a little from giggling. jessie eyes you “why are you wondering?”

“jus’ asking questions” your daughter answers as she puts down her red pencil in favour for a blue one “did you love her more than mummy?”

“i—” jessie cuts herself off. her mouth opens and closes like a fish, unsure of what to say “no, i didn’t”

“because mummy’s the bestest” the little girl nods in conclusion. she doesn’t seem to be phased about asking jessie these questions out of the blue, continuing to casually draw.

jessie’s now fully turned to face piper. her lower back is leaning on the counter and her arms are braced against the edge. although her posture and demeanour is relaxed, you can tell from the look in her eye that she’s treading around the topic lightly.

jessie’s college relationship hadn’t ended on good terms despite her best efforts to remain civil, even though it wasn’t deserved in the slightest. the two of you had been open and honest from the beginning, and she had told you all about her ex girlfriend and their relationship.

“yes, mummy is the best” she answers definitively “and i love you both very much”

piper nods again “i’m jus’ making sure”

“making sure i love you?”

“no” she shakes her head like it’s obvious “making sure mummy is the best”

“well” the midfielder shrugs as she turns back around and picks up the knife “she is”

you shoot jessie a glance and a soft smile before lover starts to play through the alexa sitting on the kitchen counter. your eyes slightly widen in excitement and you turn to jessie with a glint in your eye as you begin to mouth along to the words. she rolls her eyes and continues chopping vegetables, stealing glances at you as you flip another fritter.

you knock your hip against jessie’s as you sway in time with the song, making her smile and shake her head. once you place the fritter onto the plate next to the stove you turn to your girlfriend.

“dance with me” you say as you hook your chin over jessie’s shoulder.

she shakes her head “i’m chopping veggies” she tries to argue.

your chin digs into her shoulder slightly and you snake one arm around her waist whilst grabbing the knife with your other hand. after placing the knife down safely onto the chopping board you spin her around to face you.

“the veggies can wait a minute. we’ve never danced with eachother before”

“because i can’t dance!” the canadian protests as you grab onto her hand “and it’s hard”

you laugh at jessie’s almost distraught expression as you place her hand on your shoulder and yours on her waist “dancing is easy jess”

“for people with rhythm” she mumbles as her fingers flex on your shoulder

“you’ve got rhythm” you wag your eyebrows suggestively.

jessie looks away from you bashfully, the blush blooming across her cheeks. she ducks her head “that is a lot different than dancing”

“ever heard the phrase it takes two to tango?”

“y/n!” she almost whines in embarrassment, her blush deepening

“okay, okay” you laugh “i’ll stop, just follow my lead”

you begin with a simple two step, just stepping with one foot and then allowing the other to follow. jessie watches your feet intently and follows slowly, making sure that she doesn’t step on your feet or trip over herself.

soon enough, the two of you fall into a nice rhythm and jessie no longer has to look at your feet. she life’s her head and smiles crookedly at you “how do you know how to dance anyway?”

“caitlin and i would dance around the dressing room after a win, which is why i can’t do more than a two step” you answer with a smile “but, hey, you don’t need to know how to cha cha to dance in the kitchen”

“guess not” she responds quietly.

you grip her hand tighter and pull her closer “this isn’t hard, is it?”

jessie shakes her head “no, not really”

you peck jessie’s lips “i love you”

“i love you more” she mumbles back to you “so much”

piper stops drawing and begins to watch the two of you sway and giggle, smiling when jessie missteps. she rests her chin on the palms of her hands and tilts her head, watching the two of you dance.

you unwrap your arm from around her waist and lift your arm so you can spin her. she ducks under your arm and turns before you catch her waist again. you smirk and dip jessie abruptly, making her yelp in surprise.

“oh my god” the midfielder jolts, sighing when you bring her up to eye level “give me some warning!”

piper giggles loudly “my turn! my turn!” she demands whilst getting down from the bar stool she’s sitting on. “me next mummy!”

you let go of jessie and pick piper up in your arms. her little legs wrap around your waist securely and you place both hands firmly on your back as you tip her. she giggles loudly and shakes her head, making her two little buns flop around.

“mama looks so silly upside down” she says as you pull her up, catching her breath.

jessie puffs up her cheeks dramatically “i do not look silly” she says in a faux offended tone “you look silly”

“i think you both look silly” you say. you spin you and piper around once before grabbing ahold of jessie’s hand again, pulling her towards the two of you.

jessie goes easily and puts her arm around you, standing flush to your side. piper reached for her and balls her little fist up in jessie’s shirt, pulling her closer so that the canadian can have you both in her arms.

“you’re my bestest friends” piper says as she leans her head in jessie’s shoulder

“i thought sam and leah were your bestest friends?” you quite her with a glint in your eye.

piper shakes her head “they’re my bestest friends who aren’t my mummies. you are my bestest bestest friends”

you catch jessie’s expression change into something softer, something less humorous than the one she wore before. her hands grip the two of you tighter and she places kisses on both of your foreheads.

“are you hungry? dinner’ll be ready in a minute” she asks your daughter

piper nods “after dinner can we have minty icecream”

jessie nods “if you eat your fritters and veggies you can have minty icecream”

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